The Rule of Seven

A series of ASGZC drabbles. Seven themes. Five keywords/phrases each. 100 words per keyword.

Rule 3: No Pets Allowed

-Wolves-

The high-pitched whining sound grew louder and Cloud groaned, not at all enthusiastic about having to get out of bed. He pulled his face away from the comfort of his pillow, looking out toward the source of the noise. Lightly glowing blue eyes met the pleading violet of the juvenile nibel wolf pup sitting chained in the backyard. It was literally like kicking a puppy. Cloud sighed then growled, shouting. "Don't look at me like that, Fen. It's your own fault." If possible the wolf's ears drooped lower. Cloud glared at his pet. "Loveless is not a chew toy."

-Kittens-

Sephiroth's hair was braided today.

Genesis couldn't help the sadistic smirk that spread across his face as an idea came to him and he wasted no time in acting on it. He gave a short, shrill whistle and waited until he heard the distinct tinkling of a familiar bell. A second later the little grey puffball marched into the living room and stopped, attempting to find the noise. Suddenly, she looked away sharply before dashing off and Genesis grinned. There was a faint hiss before…

"Genesis!"

Genesis burst out laughing at the sight of his kitten swinging from Sephiroth's hair.

-Chocobos-

"Wark~"

Zack grinned as he continued to look purposefully from his younger lover to the small yellow bird and back again repeatedly.

"Aw," Zack cooed down at the chickobo in his hands. "Can we keep him?"

Sephiroth mildly glared at the raven-haired man. "No."

"What? Why not?" Zack whined, complete with wide, pleading puppy eyes.

"Because we already have a Chocobo, puppy," Genesis added from where he was inspecting a young black chocobo in its stable. "We don't need another."

At that, Zack went back to looking between Cloud and the chick. "I see your point."

Cloud was not amused.

-Rabbits-

"So what are we gonna get?" His puppy asked, bouncing at his side. Angeal glanced around the sizable store before shrugging.

"How about this one?" Genesis called from the display of bird cages to their left, admiring an elegant white dove. Angeal smiled appreciatively but moved on. He met cat-slit green eyes from about a meter ahead and shifted his gaze to the giant glass tank of pythons beside the general. He frowned.

"I don't think so, Sephiroth."

"Here," Cloud suddenly shoved something very soft and fluffy into his arms. Angeal looked down into beady pink eyes.

"Definitely not."

-Dragons-

Orion growled, sending a puff of flame at the annoying grey bird that dared to land near him. This was his spot!

The little dragon huffed and turned to look with a frown at the place where his 'papa' sat. He wanted to go sit on Papa's shoulder but there was some kind of glass barrier that wouldn't let him through. He'd tried but had to stop.

It hurt his head.

"Sephiroth!"

Orion startled, growling and sending a small fireball at the sudden 'intruder'. The 'barrier' stopped it.

"Hey… Isn't that Orion?"

Sephiroth turned.

And sighed.

Of course it was…