Sephiroth the Cheese God

Rating: PG
Genre: Comedy
Setting: Who knows?
Main Characters: Sephiroth (Duh)

Note From the Authoress: FINALLY updated! Sorry this part is a bit short. But I wanted to cut it off earlier so I could start the next bit with…well…. I don’t want to give it away. Well enjoy.

Part 9

Sephiroth stalked back over the sand, thinking that it was really inconvenient. There should be mirrors on the beach. How was he supposed to see what the hair dye looked at without a mirror? He also couldn’t believe how far away the pirate ship was. He gave a sigh of relief when it eventually came into view. He climbed the gangplank slowly, flipping his hair back. As he came into view, he realised that the whole crew (All four of them) were staring at him. He stared back evenly.

 

“What are you looking at?” Wordlessly, Boris took a few steps forward carrying a mirror.

 

“Sorry Boss, looks like the dye went wrong.” Slowly Sephiroth took the mirror. Wordlessly he stared at his reflection in it. His hair shone silver in the sunlight. All except for a few strands at the front where he had applied the dye. The salt water had reacted with the dye, and the sunlight had enhanced it. He now sported several strands of neon pink hair. He opened and closed his mouth, but sound evaded him, and overall gave him the expression of an astonished goldfish. Finally, he slowly and gracefully keeled over backwards, in a dead faint.

 

 

Cloud wielded his sword over his head several times then struck, his entire weight behind the blow. A red substance spurted everywhere. Cloud wiped a few drops of the sticky mess off his forehead. Dammit! What idiot had put a full bottle of ketchup in the bin? He backed away, a scowl on his face, and observed the havoc he had wreaked on the rubbish tip. Dismembered bins lay everywhere, litter lay in pieces on the floor, all sorts of things were strewn around. Cloud sat down, staring around. He had taken out his anger on anything he saw. It wasn’t even Sephiroth that had made him this angry. It was the fact that all those he thought were his friends had suddenly been half-afraid of him since he told Tifa he was lactose intolerant. What was worse, the next day it was in the headlines. Everyone now thought of him as a failure! Why did he have to be the hero? Were they all so pathetic that they couldn’t fight without him? He gave a sigh, stood up and kicked the bin. Then he walked off to find some secluded corner. Solitude was best in these times, at least for him.

 

 

Sephiroth heard a whisper.

 

“I think he’s waking up” it was Boris. Curse that man! How dare he turn his, Sephiroth’s, hair bright pink? Subconsciously, of course, Sephiroth knew that it wasn’t Boris’ fault that the dye reacted with seawater, but he could hardly blame himself, now, could he? He groaned slightly and sat up. He gazed around the room. His eyes picked out Boris, sitting beside him, looking quite worried. A little way behind him stood Reno, carrying a pail of water. Apparently, the intent was to throw it over Sephiroth in order to wake him up. He spotted Cid by the helm, sniggering to himself. A rage built up inside him. Curse that Cid! There must be some way to get rid of him. Boris spoke

 

“Boss, are you alright?” Sephiroth noted with glee that this was the second time Boris had referred to him as “boss”. It gave him a smug feeling of satisfaction. He stood shakily, glancing around again, and shooting Cid a venomous look. His next order of business was to get rid of him. He flipped his hair, catching a glimpse of the bright pink strands as he did so. Well, he thought, I had better stop doing that as often. Draws too much attention to the pink. It was a bad habit anyways. Shaking his head, he swept his hair back, and glanced haughtily around.

 

“Right, time we got to work. Reno, go with Ella and get more food supplies. Boris, you find fresh water. Cid” he spat the name, “you go below deck and make sure everything is working ok.” the first three crewmembers saluted and left the ship, going about their tasks. Sephiroth grinned. Power felt so good. He heard a sound behind him.

 

“So, boss. What are you planning to do?” It was Cid. Sephiroth noticed with distaste the note of sarcasm dripping off the word boss. He turned.

 

“I am the captain, therefore I will be seeing to things on deck. Now get to work!” Grumbling, Cid traipsed below deck. Sephiroth watched him go, a look of contempt on his face. A malicious grin spread across his face. The strands of a plan were forming in his mind. Time for some revenge on Cid.

 

END OF PART 9