Introducing Avalanche (NOT TERRORISTS)

Chapter 1: Setting Up And Fainting Spells

This . . . is sort of a work in progress. We came up with this idea ages ago and it's sort of been sitting in the background. Not really sure if this is going to be a one - shot or not, but it's getting posted anyway.

I may or may not have referenced an incident that I recall from a FFVII fic I read in the past, so if you spot it, good for you. Just saying in case someone has read that fic before and thinks I'm copying.

Hope you enjoy!

Keith is Lokir's, Sparxie is mine. I might have inspired this from listening to music.

Disclaimer: Any character you recognize from the franchise, belong to their respective owners.

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Sparxie was irritated. She was currently 4 inches high and stuck in the shirt collar of the very person she had come to see, simply because said person had forgotten to mention the movers arriving to shift him to First-Class quarters.

Since she was stuck in the small space (that had the odd, faint, odor of dog hair) for the foreseeable future while the person was bouncing around chattering to some people named 'Seph', 'Gen' and 'Geal', she stretched out her wings and settled in for the long haul.

And if she spread a little Fae dust down the back of the shirt she was occupying in order to cause an itch in a place a normal human had trouble reaching, than that was entirely the fault of the person that stuffed said Fae down the back of his shirt collar wasn't it?

Wasn't her fault, she was the one that kept track of all the schedules AND was the one that kept the communication lines flowing between members AND made sure that they could meet up to practice and to record their albums. Not her fault if SOMEONE forgot to mention the date the movers were coming to shift them to their new quarters.

She knew she should have checked with Keith first, instead of relying on this idiot to remember to update her on his schedule.

First chance she got, she was going to return to normal size and give him a piece of her mind, and a slap up the head, and possibly grab and wrench HIS wing and see how he likes it.

But first, she needed to find a way to sneak away from Zack without being seen.

It turned out easier than she thought.

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Okay, so maybe shoving Sparky down the back of his shirt was a bad idea, but to be honest, he had panicked.

Zack was well aware of Sephiroth's laser-like eyesight, the man was a hawk at times. There was a reason why Sephiroth had broken the high scores for all the shooting games in the few local arcades that Midgar had to offer, only to be beaten by Keith who was an absolute beast with a gun.

If he had been just a second slower, Sephiroth would have certainly seen the Fae and his curiosity would have been piqued, thus cueing an explanation that neither one of them would want to give.

However, Sparxie was still pissed (Zack couldn't find any clean clothes and this one smelt the least in his mad rush to get ready for the day), and now he was trying to not look like a madman (well, more than he usually did) as he fought the urge to itch. Fae dust was the worst, it was more effective than itching powder (he had one too many run-ins with that stuff during his cadet days), and it stuck around for AGES.

"You surely must know something, Zack. You did say that you were surprised that this Sharpshooter had arrived so soon."

"I really don't want ta say, and it's impossible to beat 'em anyhow. No secrets ta his technique, nothing you don't already know or have anyway. He's simply better with guns than you."