Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy 7 nor any of it's characters. This is a fan fiction written purely for entertainment.

Genesis Rhapsodos has a fiery temper. It is well known throughout the Shin-Ra company and to the general public. That temper is evident now as he enters the small medical room. He enters glaring at the furniture: a chair, a desk and the medical bed, then at me. His glare fades as he looks at me though. Instead, it is replaced by a sneer. I know he was expecting professor Hojo, but this time, I have been assigned to administer the mako shots. I can tell he thinks little of me: a small, slight woman with plain features; hardly the medical type. Very uninteresting.

I nod at the medical bed and ask him to take a seat. He complies, his cold, azure eyes staring at me with something akin to distaste. He does not know me, but it is enough that I am here in the medical room for him to dislike me.

Finding his folder on the desk I shuffle though it to get the right page out.

Genesis Rhapsodos

Age: 24

Height: 6'2"

Ideal Mako-blood Conc.: ...

And so on.

Then the questions begin. Truly, they are mundane questions: "Have you experienced any blood loss in the last fortnight?" I ask, "Have you been ill in the last week?", "are you currently injured in any way for suffering from sickness?"

He replies in the negative to all the questions, drawling each no, making it sound as if he is unbearably bored. I nod.

I ask for his right hand, explaining that I need to check his blood-mako concentration before I can administer the shot. He knows that of course; he's been here many times.

I have to check his current blood-mako concentration to calculate the amount of mako to be injected into his system.

Genesis unwillingly takes his glove off and offers me his hand, turning away with a sniff as he does so. This man can show disdain with the smallest of gestures.

I take it in both mine. Genesis has very feminine hands. Slender and delicate in appearance. His nails are smooth and glossy and his palm is surprisingly soft for one who wields a sword all day.

With a small needle I prick his index finger. He huffs but makes no comment, still looking off to the side.

I can feel that his emotions towards me have changed. They have shifted from disdain to animosity. I can feel them radiating from him.

A small dot of crimson appears on his finger and I dab it onto a small pad on the blood-mako reader. The Reader is a small device that fits into the palm of my hand. It is green and white and mango shaped with a small white pad on one end and a grey screen in the middle.

As soon as I have taken the drop of blood, Genesis snatches his hand back and shoves his glove on. It is a harsh act, meant to intimidate me; to show that I have no control over him, even if the medical room is my territory. He does not relinquish authority. Ever.

The Reader blinks, a percentage showing on the small screen: 72%. His blood-mako concentration has dropped, as expected, from last month. So I calculate the amount of mako that is needed and load it into the syringe.

Each SOLDIER member has a specific ideal mako-blood concentration percentage. The scientists at Shin-Ra like to maintain that percentage for each SOLDIER, therefore the monthly visits to the medical room.

Genesis Rhapsodos wears a red leather coat. It has famously earned him the title "The Red Commander". It has become iconic of who he is. Now however, this coat is in my way.

"Please remove your coat, sir" I instruct politely. Genesis, who has been looking down at me, raises and eyebrow as if I have insulted him. His sneer returns.

"As you wish" he smirks and slips it off. Beneath it he is wearing something very close to the SOLDIER First Class uniform. Close, but not quite. It has a more refined look. The material of the jumper is smoother and a shade lighter. Like the First Class uniform, however, the jumper covers his neck and torso, but leaves his shoulders and arms bare. He had very muscled arms. The muscles are perfectly defined, stretching his smooth skin tight over them.

I lightly press his right upper arm with two fingers, trying to find a blood vessel amid the muscle. He looks down his nose at me the whole time. It does not make my task any easier.

Finding something gently throbbing, I rub the area with a cotton ball wet with antiseptic and insert the needle. It is a small needle. It goes in without resistance but Genesis still huffs then glares off at the chair in the corner of the room.

Once the shot has been administered, I press another ball of cotton against the needle wound but Genesis growls and jumps off the bed. He grabs his coat and stalks out of the room; his nose held high in the air. The cotton ball falls to the floor, stained with a small dot of red.

My first ever FF7 Fanfic. Yay! So robotic though.

~Halo Cyan