Shaping Molten Glass, Chapter 1
Title: Shaping Molten Glass
Author: kazi_kun
Beta: N/A (No Beta)
Rating: T/M
Word Count: 1,197
Pairings: N/A
Genre: Uh, General…? (Trust, I guess)
Warnings: Possible spoilers, highlight to read: Some OOC, Multiple Anime spammage, swearing, derogatory language, Sephi-epicness, New Identities, etc…
Disclaimer: I do not own anything aside from the plot, whatever tweeks I’ve done and the mayhem that is bound to ensue and make no money from this work. Let’s face it-because if I did, there would be a LOT more chaos going on than what is present in their respective series.
Summary: (NOT a Seph/??? fic) Sephiroth receives a very unwelcome addition to his personal staff. He cannot be rid of this addition, whether by a simple transfer or a Return-to Sender. Now, he has to figure out just how to depend on this addition when he is used to doing everything on his own. He just has one question: JUST WHAT DID HE DO TO GET A SECRETARY?
Special Thanks: This entire migraine getting posted was thanks to xpaperplanex and her patience of putting up with such a useless spaz. You, Paper-chan, deserve mountains of cookies for putting up with my idiotic helplessness.
A/N: Well, this is my first fanfic on LJ. Tell me what you guys think about it. This was a request from a friend of mine in real life. I hope this goes over well....
“Shaping Molten Glass”
Sephiroth was having great difficulty fathoming up what he could have possibly done to ShinRa in order to warrant this most assuredly inhumane punishment.
He was the Silver General! Their goddamned SOLDIER poster child! The Demon of Wutai!
He did not-in any way, shape or form-require a punishment as severe as-as this! A simple “Don’t you ever fucking do that again!” would have been more than sufficient!
And yet he stood in front of Lazard’s desk in the man’s office, somewhat gaping at his unwarranted punishment.
His new secretary.
While Lazard began to explain the company’s worries and concerns, Sephiroth eyed the woman before him with a wary, disdainful eye, giving her a complete once over before telling the bastard ShinRa (whom Sephiroth had been certain had died years ago) to go fuck himself after beating the weaker man with the bimbo before him. And while she probably didn’t look like a bimbo (Sephiroth’s actual thoughts were closer to “whore” and “slut”), he was certain that is exactly what this doll-like woman before him (no doubt from the Secretarial Department) was without a shadow of doubt.
She couldn’t be much taller than 5-foot-6 (still short compared to his 6-foot-3 plus) but she wore dark grey suede high heels that were at least 4 inch spikes with an inch platform on the sole to make her taller. She wore a grey satin blouse with crop sleeves under a storm grey double breasted jumper with a peacoat front that started below her breasts and defined her tiny waist, the slinky skirt swirling around her knees. She had a string of black pearls around her slender throat framed by her open collar and black pearl chandelier hoops (of three different sizes) in her ear lobes and pearl studs in her left upper ear, right nostril and through her bottom lip. She had storm gray French tips with black pearl decorations on her fingers and a couple black pearl bangles on her right wrist, a watch with a black pearl band on her left. Her black hair was in a chignon at the back of her head with long back bangs swept out of her way on the right. Her amethyst eyes were startlingly clear and bottomless, standing out amid the black eyeliner and pale storm grey eye shadow, shining out from behind a pair of black angular frames. Her lips, which were the only source of warmth out of the entire outfit and looked freshly applied, shimmered and shined a pale sugary pink thanks to the delicate summery gloss she wore. And she appeared to be just delighted (though obviously well contained) with the prospect of working for the tall, silver-haired man looking her over.
Sephiroth was willing to admit that she didn’t look like those other secretaries in the Secretarial Department, which seemed to only have two kinds of secretaries-the loose whores who did sexual favors in order to get where they wanted, and the dumpy older women who were like bustling busy bees, having been in their occupation for quite some time. This young woman before him was lovely and well-dressed in work-appropriate attire as was befitting of her sex but was surprisingly modest as well, what with her knee length skirt and blouse only unbuttoned enough to frame her throat and necklace. The smile she wore wasn’t so much sexual as it was she was a beautiful, well-dressed woman with a soft, pleasant smile. Her posture (which also surprised Sephiroth) was a relaxed proper with shoulders back, back straight and head held high but with enough graceful looseness that said “yes, I know how to wear high heels and good clothes without falling on my ass or them falling open when I breathe.”
…Gods, Zack was starting to rub off on him…
“I do not require a secretary.” Sephiroth said firmly, looking at Lazard with a pointed look. He waved at the young woman. “Send her back to the Secretarial Department.”
“I can’t do that, Sephiroth.” Lazard replied, trying to not quall under the harsh glare he was receiving. “As I was attempting to tell you, she’s not from the Secretarial Department. She was unaffiliated with ShinRa until recently, when the President hired her to become your secretary.”
Sephiroth felt a muscle in his jaw tick at “your secretary” but Lazard didn’t wait for him to protest the matter.
“She’ll be at a desk outside your office and she’ll handle everything from incoming and outgoing phone calls to paper work fetching, gathering and organizing to appointment scheduling.” Lazard continued to explain, getting a dark look from the SOLDIER. He indicated to the young woman, who was checking her nails with such indifference that from the tilt to her pelvis to the bored glint in her eyes-she looked no more pleased about being spoken about as if she wasn’t present than Sephiroth would have been but she was putting up with it...for the moment.
As Lazard blathered on about the young woman’s duties, her eyes flicked up with a gleam of blood scarlet and a cold look that wasn’t unlike the look in the eyes of SOLDIERs the same rank as the silver-haired male and the eyes of the Turks. It startled Sephiroth on many levels for the briefest of seconds before those eyes brightened to a professional level and she gave him a professional smile, offering her hand to shake his.
She had probably been contriving different way to kill Lazard, which would have been what Sephiroth would have been doing.
“It’s an honor to work with you, sir.” She replied with a slight perk told Sephiroth the good mood was as forcibly natural as most of his own small talk at political functions. Oh, she was not happy with being looked down upon or spoken about like she was a piece of furniture, as Sephiroth and Lazard had been doing respectively.
However, she was putting up with it because it was her job to…and Sephiroth idly wondered if ShinRa was paying her enough for it to be worth doing.
Sephiroth looked at Lazard. “So, I’m stuck with her with no way of transferring her onto someone else?”
Like say, Zack?
Lazard gave him a bit of a scowl. “She’s your secretary, Sephiroth. There will be no transferring or reassigning. She is yours.”
Oh, how that bastard was so lucky that Sephiroth had left Masamune in his office. The Silver General would have delighted in slicing off Lazard’s head for this asinine addition to his already annoyance-burdened life.
“Fine.” Sephiroth growled darkly before turning on the ball of his foot and stalking to the door. He half wrenched it open and then half slammed it behind him once he was through, the loud sound making things rattle and Lazard wince.
The white-suited director looked at the remarkably unshaken young woman who now had her hands loosely hooked behind her as she looked at the door minorly surprised by the show of frustrated displeasure. After a breath, she looked at Lazard, who sighed heavily.
“The best of luck with him, my dear. Trust me-with Sephiroth, you’re going to need it.”
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A/N: So, what do you think? Love it? Hate it?
Either way--please let me know! ^^
Author: kazi_kun
Beta: N/A (No Beta)
Rating: T/M
Word Count: 1,197
Pairings: N/A
Genre: Uh, General…? (Trust, I guess)
Warnings: Possible spoilers, highlight to read: Some OOC, Multiple Anime spammage, swearing, derogatory language, Sephi-epicness, New Identities, etc…
Disclaimer: I do not own anything aside from the plot, whatever tweeks I’ve done and the mayhem that is bound to ensue and make no money from this work. Let’s face it-because if I did, there would be a LOT more chaos going on than what is present in their respective series.
Summary: (NOT a Seph/??? fic) Sephiroth receives a very unwelcome addition to his personal staff. He cannot be rid of this addition, whether by a simple transfer or a Return-to Sender. Now, he has to figure out just how to depend on this addition when he is used to doing everything on his own. He just has one question: JUST WHAT DID HE DO TO GET A SECRETARY?
Special Thanks: This entire migraine getting posted was thanks to xpaperplanex and her patience of putting up with such a useless spaz. You, Paper-chan, deserve mountains of cookies for putting up with my idiotic helplessness.
A/N: Well, this is my first fanfic on LJ. Tell me what you guys think about it. This was a request from a friend of mine in real life. I hope this goes over well....
“Shaping Molten Glass”
Sephiroth was having great difficulty fathoming up what he could have possibly done to ShinRa in order to warrant this most assuredly inhumane punishment.
He was the Silver General! Their goddamned SOLDIER poster child! The Demon of Wutai!
He did not-in any way, shape or form-require a punishment as severe as-as this! A simple “Don’t you ever fucking do that again!” would have been more than sufficient!
And yet he stood in front of Lazard’s desk in the man’s office, somewhat gaping at his unwarranted punishment.
His new secretary.
While Lazard began to explain the company’s worries and concerns, Sephiroth eyed the woman before him with a wary, disdainful eye, giving her a complete once over before telling the bastard ShinRa (whom Sephiroth had been certain had died years ago) to go fuck himself after beating the weaker man with the bimbo before him. And while she probably didn’t look like a bimbo (Sephiroth’s actual thoughts were closer to “whore” and “slut”), he was certain that is exactly what this doll-like woman before him (no doubt from the Secretarial Department) was without a shadow of doubt.
She couldn’t be much taller than 5-foot-6 (still short compared to his 6-foot-3 plus) but she wore dark grey suede high heels that were at least 4 inch spikes with an inch platform on the sole to make her taller. She wore a grey satin blouse with crop sleeves under a storm grey double breasted jumper with a peacoat front that started below her breasts and defined her tiny waist, the slinky skirt swirling around her knees. She had a string of black pearls around her slender throat framed by her open collar and black pearl chandelier hoops (of three different sizes) in her ear lobes and pearl studs in her left upper ear, right nostril and through her bottom lip. She had storm gray French tips with black pearl decorations on her fingers and a couple black pearl bangles on her right wrist, a watch with a black pearl band on her left. Her black hair was in a chignon at the back of her head with long back bangs swept out of her way on the right. Her amethyst eyes were startlingly clear and bottomless, standing out amid the black eyeliner and pale storm grey eye shadow, shining out from behind a pair of black angular frames. Her lips, which were the only source of warmth out of the entire outfit and looked freshly applied, shimmered and shined a pale sugary pink thanks to the delicate summery gloss she wore. And she appeared to be just delighted (though obviously well contained) with the prospect of working for the tall, silver-haired man looking her over.
Sephiroth was willing to admit that she didn’t look like those other secretaries in the Secretarial Department, which seemed to only have two kinds of secretaries-the loose whores who did sexual favors in order to get where they wanted, and the dumpy older women who were like bustling busy bees, having been in their occupation for quite some time. This young woman before him was lovely and well-dressed in work-appropriate attire as was befitting of her sex but was surprisingly modest as well, what with her knee length skirt and blouse only unbuttoned enough to frame her throat and necklace. The smile she wore wasn’t so much sexual as it was she was a beautiful, well-dressed woman with a soft, pleasant smile. Her posture (which also surprised Sephiroth) was a relaxed proper with shoulders back, back straight and head held high but with enough graceful looseness that said “yes, I know how to wear high heels and good clothes without falling on my ass or them falling open when I breathe.”
…Gods, Zack was starting to rub off on him…
“I do not require a secretary.” Sephiroth said firmly, looking at Lazard with a pointed look. He waved at the young woman. “Send her back to the Secretarial Department.”
“I can’t do that, Sephiroth.” Lazard replied, trying to not quall under the harsh glare he was receiving. “As I was attempting to tell you, she’s not from the Secretarial Department. She was unaffiliated with ShinRa until recently, when the President hired her to become your secretary.”
Sephiroth felt a muscle in his jaw tick at “your secretary” but Lazard didn’t wait for him to protest the matter.
“She’ll be at a desk outside your office and she’ll handle everything from incoming and outgoing phone calls to paper work fetching, gathering and organizing to appointment scheduling.” Lazard continued to explain, getting a dark look from the SOLDIER. He indicated to the young woman, who was checking her nails with such indifference that from the tilt to her pelvis to the bored glint in her eyes-she looked no more pleased about being spoken about as if she wasn’t present than Sephiroth would have been but she was putting up with it...for the moment.
As Lazard blathered on about the young woman’s duties, her eyes flicked up with a gleam of blood scarlet and a cold look that wasn’t unlike the look in the eyes of SOLDIERs the same rank as the silver-haired male and the eyes of the Turks. It startled Sephiroth on many levels for the briefest of seconds before those eyes brightened to a professional level and she gave him a professional smile, offering her hand to shake his.
She had probably been contriving different way to kill Lazard, which would have been what Sephiroth would have been doing.
“It’s an honor to work with you, sir.” She replied with a slight perk told Sephiroth the good mood was as forcibly natural as most of his own small talk at political functions. Oh, she was not happy with being looked down upon or spoken about like she was a piece of furniture, as Sephiroth and Lazard had been doing respectively.
However, she was putting up with it because it was her job to…and Sephiroth idly wondered if ShinRa was paying her enough for it to be worth doing.
Sephiroth looked at Lazard. “So, I’m stuck with her with no way of transferring her onto someone else?”
Like say, Zack?
Lazard gave him a bit of a scowl. “She’s your secretary, Sephiroth. There will be no transferring or reassigning. She is yours.”
Oh, how that bastard was so lucky that Sephiroth had left Masamune in his office. The Silver General would have delighted in slicing off Lazard’s head for this asinine addition to his already annoyance-burdened life.
“Fine.” Sephiroth growled darkly before turning on the ball of his foot and stalking to the door. He half wrenched it open and then half slammed it behind him once he was through, the loud sound making things rattle and Lazard wince.
The white-suited director looked at the remarkably unshaken young woman who now had her hands loosely hooked behind her as she looked at the door minorly surprised by the show of frustrated displeasure. After a breath, she looked at Lazard, who sighed heavily.
“The best of luck with him, my dear. Trust me-with Sephiroth, you’re going to need it.”
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A/N: So, what do you think? Love it? Hate it?
Either way--please let me know! ^^