Lost In Translation
By Portrait of a Scribe

Miscommunication 1.

"They're coming to take me away, ha ha, they're coming to take me away, hee hee, ha ha, ho ho, ha ha!"
--Anonymous.

"Hey, what're you doing with that?" The voice was an almost petulant whine that immediately stopped Genesis and Sephiroth in their tracks just outside the door to Angeal's dorm. They had been on their way to get him to spar with them when the voice had caught them by surprise.

Exchanging glances, Genesis leaned in and pressed his ear to the door while Sephiroth maintained his usual aloof demeanor.

Angeal's low chuckle met their ears. It was a welcome sound, having been all too rare of late since Terra had gone on an extended mission to Wutai.

"I already told you, it won't hurt," Angeal's disembodied voice said. Genesis' brow furrowed in confusion. "Now hold still, or I won't get it right."

"But Angeeeeealllll…" Definitely a whine. A second later, a grunt of frustration met Genesis' ears, and he felt his eyebrows lift as he exchanged another glance with Sephiroth, who just looked downright confused.

"Damnit, Puppy, you're making it harder than it needs to be."

Genesis' jaw dropped. Dropped, just like that. He turned, wide-eyed, to find that Sephiroth's eyes were as large and round as dinner plates, his lips reduced to a thin line.

Angeal and… Zack?! What the hell?! Angeal was with Terra. They had been dating for a year and a half, and Genesis and Sephiroth both knew that the couple had been sleeping together for just under a month. So why would Angeal be screwing his apprentice?!

"But Angeeeal!"

"Zack, stop moving!" Angeal was definitely frustrated. "I can't get it out from this angle. Let's try something else."

Genesis felt the blood drain from his face even as he had to force down a slightly-hysterical giggle that bubbled up in his throat.

"Angeal, it hurts!"

"Shut up, stop moving, and take it like a man!" Oh, yeah, Angeal was bordering on angry. Genesis exchanged yet another wide-eyed glance with Sephiroth, mortified and amused at the same time. Sephiroth was white as a sheet.

There came a quick yelp, and then silence.

Then a heavy moan of relief met their ears. And Genesis couldn't take it anymore. Before Sephiroth could stop him, the red-head had pressed the door button and sent it sliding open. Genesis stepped into the dorm, green eyes flashing…

…only to be met with the sight of Angeal standing over Zack at the table in the kitchenette, the boy's arm cradled in a blood-stained white towel. Angeal had a bowl in his hands, and was looking curiously at Genesis as the Red General stared at the scene before him.

It was a second before Genesis found his voice.

"What happened?" he queried. Angeal gave a disapproving look to Zack, who simply looked sheepish.

"He broke a glass and the shards got stuck in his hand," Angeal explained. "Second-Class injections. You know the routine."

Blink, blink. "Oh."

A strange glance to Genesis, and to a pale Sephiroth standing behind him.

"What did you think was going on?" Angeal inquired, frowning.

Genesis grinned affably and just brushed it off.

"Nothing… Nothing at all."

And that was that.

Disclaimer: I don't own Crisis Core or any affiliated characters.

Posted 2010-4-1.

Little gift-fic for all my readers on this lovely April Fools' Day. XD Hope y'all pranked someone today!

The idea came while I was playing around with an "innuendo" fic idea. So... This idea stemmed from that idea stemmed from that idea... and so forth. Fun stuff, hm?

Hope you liked it, and I'd love to hear your thoughts, good or bad. Thanks for reading!

-Portrait of a Scribe