A/N: blah blah blah, I don't own the Final Fantasy characters, Square does.

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The Greatest General that ever lived woke up to the warm rays of sun that managed to filter through Midgar's blackened atmosphere and in through his blinds. He groaned irritably at the brightness in his eyes, then sighed disappointedly when he found that neither Zack nor Cloud were at his sides. The little rush of excitement that he felt during his sleep, had sadly been only a dream.

His brows furrowed together curiously, however, when he had rolled over and found a stuffed Cait Sith doll standing on his bed, with its tiny arms crossed over its chest and held a very disgruntled expression. Sephiroth just stared at it, hoping that he would blink the thing away. But it didn't even move, and Sephiroth thought he saw its face scrunch up some more.

"Well what are you waiting for? You're awake aren't you? Get out of bed and attend to my master's needs at once!" it had ordered which made Sephiroth blink some more, confused. He then sighs into his pillow and tries to shut out the doll's bantering.

"I'm dreaming…I must be, otherwise this doll wouldn't be talking to me right now"

"Well c'mon now, you're a SOLDIER right? Heh, is that what they call bums like you now a days? Sad really, why even mages wake up early just to get their work done for the day and we don't even fight. I swear, humans sometimes are so stupid and lazy and oh, don't even get me started on hygiene. Well c'mon then, get out of bed! Don't keep master waiting, he can get very impatient" Sephiroth lifts his head back up and glares at it.

"So you're that freak's toy? Oh how wonderful…do me a favor then" the doll then shakes his head and places its hands on its tiny waist.

"What? what is it? I haven't got all day for you" Sephiroth glared some more.

"Make yourself disappear, or go throw yourself in one of the mako reactors. Either way is fine, just don't exist anymore" he mutters then puts his head back down to get some more sleep, and hopefully more of that dream with Cloud. Outraged, the doll then starts jumping on the bed.

"You. Can't. Keep. Master. waiting!!!!!"

"ALRIGHT!" he yelled at the top of his lungs then forced himself out of bed and headed to the bathroom. Before he started showering, he pokes his head back out at the thing and glares.

~*~

The General had marched out of the room while fixing the cuffs to his open dress shirt and just froze in his spot at the stranger at his table with his pet 'cat' between his hands. Green feline eyes were planted on him, making him feel uneasy. Even if the creature had become a regular house cat, he still felt like it could tear at his flesh at any moment.

The mage, of course, had been awake and sat at the table with his pet. Sephiroth noticed that he was covering less of his flawless body today; reminding him of the time he had seen him nearly entirely naked. Butterflies began whirling in his stomach again at the memory. The mage tucked a strand of his silver hair behind one ear, still not looking the General's way.

A little of the silk that he wore had slid off exposing strong looking legs despite that fact that he probably didn't deal with much combat in his life. Sephiroth pretended to fumble around with his cuffs, but his hungry eyes never left the sexy mage.

It was so frustrating. That delicious body was so close that he could have it for breakfast, yet it was off limits. Cursed to just lust after it hungrily, while its owner mocked him with his powers in the dark arts. But there was no way he was going to let the mage know that. He was the Great Sephiroth, the most sought after bachelor.

With a sigh, he lets the cuffs hang loose, and headed towards the fridge.

"Its empty!" muttered the doll that came wobbling in. Sephiroth glared at it and shrugged.

"Of course it would be, I never eat up here" the doll sighs and shakes its head.

"My master has to eat before he goes to the labs today! I thought he made it clear to you…" it yelled and Kuja finally quieted it down.

" No need for such haste Cait Sith, this isn't crucial to me"

"Yes master, but breakfast is the most important meal of the day--"

"I understand that, so just don't worry about me" his cold blue eyes finally meet emerald ones.

"Its your call General, I am but a guest in your…home" he said with a cool one of voice, irritating Sephiroth some more.

"I hardly ever come up here, so why should I keep food when it could go to waste?" Kuja shrugged.

"Get your cook to do something about it," Sephiroth paused for a moment then glared.

"I don't have one," he muttered getting even more annoyed. Kuja's eyes had widened, obviously enjoying pestering the General.

"Amazing, they treat you like a prince here and you don't have a cook? What about your housekeeper?" Sephiroth paused again, feeling a nerve twitch somewhere in his forehead.

"I don't have a housekeeper or a maid or anything! We're going out for breakfast!" he barked. Kuja clapped his hands together.

"Oh splendid! Did you hear that Luna? We get to see the city"

"You're not taking that thing with you, the people here won't permit pets in their stores"

"I never said I was taking Luna with me, Cait Sith would surely love to come" the doll nodded and Sephiroth's teeth were grinding together.

"The people won't understand a possessed doll either!!"

"He's not possessed idiot, he's merely been… charmed" Sephiroth froze in his spot and somehow felt the room heat up with his rage. Did he just call him an idiot?

"You did not just call me stupid…"

"He didn't call you stupid, he called you an idiot …" said the doll while laughing behind its paw.

"Same thing!!" he paused to consider this for a moment.

"Did anyone ask you?"

"I believe I do recall calling you stupid General…"

"That's what I thought I heard, you do not call me, stupid!"

"I believe I can call you stupid however I can" Kuja said casually while Sephiroth felt the force of the planets somehow jiggle from his fury.

"You.. do not… call me… stupid, no one here has ever called me stupid!! No one on this EARTH has ever called me stupid!!!" Kuja smiled while crossing his arms over his chest.

"Well its time they start opening their eyes, you're not so great despite your rank SOLDIER" he said suavely making Sephiroth want to spurt out a thousand things at once but had failed to think of just one thing to say to him. Kuja's smile turns even more devious.

"What's the matter General? Cat got your tongue?" Kuja then slowly ran his tongue over his teeth mockingly. Sephiroth glared daggers at him, but all he does is sigh out loud then grabs his leather coat and his keys.

"We're going out to eat, get dressed"

"I am dressed" Kuja whined, making emerald eyes widened furiously.

"You're going like that?? You can't go like that!!"

"Well you can't tell me what I can and cannot wear. What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" Kuja protested and again Sephiroth was at a loss of words.

"Well its…its…" his hungry green eyes couldn't leave the mage's legs.

"Its what??"

"Well, just not suitable for an outing. They're hungry dogs out there that could just…devour you with their eyes"

"Like what you're doing now?" Kuja mocked while cocking his head to the side. Sephiroth felt heat rush into his cheeks, but who could resist this mage, he was hypnotizing.

"I…am not" Kuja's devious smile returns.

"You so were. Tell me something General, do you like what you see?" he asks while purposely crossing his legs slowly.

"Just go change out of that"

"What if I don't have anything else?"

"You mean you're whole wardrobe is like that?" Kuja looks away stubbornly while crossing his arms over his chest which Sephiroth took as a yes.

Damn…he thought. Was he lucky or what…

With a sigh, Sephiroth ushers him into his room.

"Fine…I'll give you something more human to wear. Maybe we could do some shopping for you as well" he said then disappeared into his room, leaving Kuja glaring daggers back at him.

~*~

So after a wardrobe fight, breakfast choices, a few more arguments and death threats later, the Great General of SOLDIER was finally out doing the impossible.

Shopping.

"This is preposterous…"

"Would you just pick something out already"

"I don't see anything I like, don't they have any kimonos here?" Sephiroth rolled his eyes.

"This is Midgar, people here don't wear kimonos at least?" Kuja sighs.

"No taste in fashion what so ever," he mutters to himself. Sephiroth rubs his temples then notices a pub across the street.

"Look, do what ever you want, I'll be at that bar over there"

"Fine!"

"FINE"

~*~

Aah…

Whiskey had never so refreshing to Sephiroth before today's events. The black mage had drove him absolutely insane to the point where he wanted the two Professors to just lock him up in a tank somewhere with JENOVA already, so that he wouldn't have to deal with him anymore. Sephiroth gulfed down his drink entirely then slams the glass down hard on the counter.

He didn't even care anymore that he was good looking; the mage's nasty personality was what really brought out the thorns from this rose. He didn't even understand why he was the way he was. And while everyone else in ShinRa had respected the SOLDIER highly, this puny little punk with a bit of magic gets to boss him around as if he had meant nothing. Why did this one have to be different?

He looks out the bar's darkly tinted windows to find his very nemesis, dressed in slightly fitted dark slacks and a long sleeved black shirt with his silver hair tied back and hanging down in ringlets over his shoulders, coming his way towards the bar carrying some bags.

Sephiroth sighed to himself, it was a massacre to get him into those clothes, but they were the only ones small enough to fit him. Nothing compared to what his style in clothing was like at all. Silks and satin and so much more exposure, but he still looked nice in what he was wearing now.

The mage walked into the bar and stops to throw Sephiroth a glare over his shoulder then takes a seat beside him. He orders the finest wine the bar tender had to offer then sat in total silence.

Sephiroth didn't pretend to not have seen the look of displeasure once the mage had taken a sip out of his wine glass. He smiled to himself nonetheless and whirled the ice around in his glass in thought.

"I know of a place that serves better wine than that, I believe the finest in all of Midgar. Maybe we can have dinner there since the house would still be pretty much empty by then…" he said and for a long while the mage had said nothing. That is, until he sat his wine glass down on the counter slowly.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to join you, I'll be having dinner with the professors according to my schedule" he stressed on professors with much distaste. Sephiroth just stared into his empty glass.

"That's if they'll give you anything at all. For all they care, they could just keep you locked up while you starve" he sneered, recalling how bitter those two could truly be.

After all, he had gone through such hardships with them himself.

"Oh well…I thank you for the little insight General…" Kuja sneered. But Sephiroth did notice the hint of worry in his tone of voice despite the attitude.

Then without a warning, the glass in which Kuja drank out of exploded, yet the mage hadn't even looked at it for him to have tried anything. He just sat there, arms folded across his chest and eyes shut in total control when truly, he was raging inside. Sephiroth knew that what he had muttered made him very angry.

~*~

And so as it turned out, the silver haired warrior didn't get to see him at all that night, which was always a good thing. He had dinner alone and actually managed to get some of his work done and up to date. Realizing that he had time to spare on his hands, he changed into his military outfit and headed towards the most private place he could find to train.

The soft breeze felt wonderful against his fiery skin. Together with the tranquility of the night, had set the perfect mood for him. No idiotic SOLDIERs to answer to, no mage and his possessed doll. It was just perfect, yet his mind wasn't at rest at all.

For longest time he wondered what the professors were up to, what they wanted to do with the mage. How was he going to put up with those dreadful experiments with the mako and God only knows whatever else that Hojo wanted to subject him to.

Again feelings for the mage made him decide many times over to go check on him, but why would he care? Or why should he care?

They should just get rid of him already; he made the General's life a living hell.

Well…just added more to it.

Sephiroth cursed out loud, again his timing was off by being distracted so easily by someone he hated from the first day they mentioned him. He lets his sword clatter down to the concrete, but picked it up again a moment later slowly as his instincts caught the light sound of footsteps sneaking up from behind him. With a yell he swung his sword hard and fast, but his thin blade had skidded off the wide blade of a Buster Sword, setting off a few sparks. He paused in disbelief again.

"That was weak Seph, even for you" Sephiroth shrugged it off as he slid the Masamune back into its hilt.

"What is it?" the spiky haired second-in- command shrugged and put away his sword as well.

"Thought I'd come and play a little, but since you're all out of shape and all"

"I didn't put my all into that last one…"

"Yeah sure, what about the other couple of times. Or could it be that sexy wizard making you all weak in the knees like that" he teased which made the General sigh out loud.

"Don't even go there Zack…" Zack smiles secretly to himself.

"Thought you might want to know how he's doing" Sephiroth stops in his tracks to face him.

"Should I care?"

"Well I thought you might, since he's your roommate and all. I just came from the labs, Cloud is there too" Sephiroth looks away.

"I see," he said, pretending to be uninterested.

"He isn't doing too well Seph…I had to drag him back to your place" Sephiroth stopped to consider his words for a moment and whipped his head around quickly towards Zack's way.

He figured that he wasn't talking about Cloud.

~*~

And it was true.

When the General had finally got home later that night, he found the mage hunched over the guest room's toilet, half passed out and looking completely like an old rag doll, with his pretty silver hair now frizzy and messy. There were several puncture wounds in his arms and legs with a mixture of green fluid and blood oozing out of them.

Sephiroth shook his head in pity then debated whether he should help him or not. But he found that his arms had made the decision already as he carefully approached the black mage and helped him sit up.

The mage looked awfully pale and the sheen of cold sweat that covered his skin made it look like plastic. Kuja slowly opened his tear-stained eyes and found himself being cradled in the General's arms.

"Its…so hot" he tried to sputter but Sephiroth only silenced him and helped him up.

"Hey, can you walk?" Kuja tries to gain balance on his feet, but holds his stomach and doubles over the toilet again.

"I can't…need to…empty out my stomach" he said then went into a fit of coughs. Sephiroth sighed and kept him from falling over. When he thought Kuja had quieted down he asks:

"Are you done yet?" Kuja takes in a few long breaths and roughly shrugs the SOLDIER off of him with disgust.

"Just leave me be…" he said with a shaky voice and tries standing up on his own again.

"I don't need your pity," he barely says before he passes out again and into the SOLDIER's awaiting arms. Sephiroth cursed and carried the mage out to where he decided to get some help for him after all.

~*~

Sephiroth watched as the nurse from the infirmary packed up her things and nodded his way. She stopped for a moment to exchange some words with Zack then bade them both goodnight. Zack slowly sauntered over to him while running a hand through his thick hair.

"She says to keep rewetting the towel on his head to you know, get him to cool down"

"Why can't she do that, it's her job"

"Seph, her shift is over. She's gotta sleep too you know" the General looks away and out through the window overlooking the city.

"He doesn't want my help…" Zack sighed out loud.

"Honestly boss, you're acting like a baby. Here let me show you…" Sephiroth grew furious at him, but managed to shake him off as he always did when Zack would try to mess with his head. He watched Zack carefully place a wet towel on the mage's forehead, then smiles wickedly.

"Hey he's got nice lips…" Sephiroth glared and marched across the room over to where they were.

"Don't you have somewhere you got to be?"

"Yes sir!" just as Zack was making his way out the door he stopped to look back at the other man with an evil grin on his face.

"Have fun Sir…" he mocked a salute and ran out the door giggling. Sephiroth shook his head to himself.

"I swear he's insane, what does Cloud see in him?" he took the towel off the mage's forehead and dunk it in the cool water. As he was carefully patting Kuja's forehead, he took the time to inspect his doll- like features.

He ran a portion of the towel over the mage's eyebrows, and then slowly down the sides of his face, his emerald orbs tracing each outline of his gentle strokes each time he did. He leaned in closer, and in the pale of the moonlight he was able to see some dark discolorations already starting to mar the mage's pallid skin. Sephiroth set the cloth down and let his fingers do the tracing instead.

"What are they going to do to you?" he whispers as his thumb slowly pried apart pale lips.

"You know you're not so bad when you're knocked out. I think I like you better this way…" Sephiroth was then startled by a soft sigh that escaped those lips, then felt the mage's slender fingers holding onto his rough ones and he allowed the mage to bring it closer to his face.

"Brother…" he muttered in his sleep as a single tear rolled down his cheek, blending in with water and sweat. Sephiroth's brows furrowed together curiously. He then whipped his head towards the window where he thought had heard the beating of wings of a bird, flutter away.

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A/N: lol, can anyone imagine Sephiroth glaring and seething in that chibi, SD form of way? ^_^