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*”However, I am. I may not be very observant at times, but even you aren’t typically that sloppy.”* Sephiroth replied to her, his attention on the other soldiers. He seemed satisfied that they were dispersing and no longer jeering about the brief sparring match between him and his wife. He turned away from her once she was on her feet, and he began to idly dust himself off.
*”So.”* He decided to press the issue again. *”What happened?”*
Sephiroth simply held the blade as he watched his partner go down. He looked down at her with raised brows and casually dropped her sword down beside her. In the same movement, he crouched slightly and extended a hand towards her, offering help.
*”What happened?”* He raised a brow at her as the silent question came from his mind. His attention was quickly diverted to the surrounding area, however. The other soldiers were jeering. A harsh defensive growl came from his throat and he barked out at them. “What do you want? Go back to your training!”
Sephiroth leaned backwards and as he began to pace backwards and do the combat-dance with his partner, he dodged the swings of the jian blade to and fro. A scowl formed on his face when the tip came very close to his face at one point. With the speed of the swings, he quickly discovered that Jenna had managed to slice off some of the hairs on his left bang.
The close-quarters were not helping – he was at optimum performance when his sword was able to swing. He could do little more at that moment than raise it up and use the thin blade to block. A soft growl of frustration escaped him and finally he stopped pacing backwards to begin his advance. He was rather surprised when he learned that he could block the blade with a singular hand – under normal conditions a strike like that would have cut through his glove and into the flesh of his hand.
With this discovery in mind, he wasted no opportunity in grabbing at the length of the blade. After getting a firm grip on her jian, he dropped his own sword and attempted to tug hers away, wanting to disarm her. In the same fluid movement he attempted to sweep her legs out from under her.
Sephiroth stepped ahead of his partner and a small amused grin crossed his face as she materialised a weapon in her hands.
“The firearms and the traditional weapons training are equally as important as each other.” He inclined his head slightly and made a soft mocking gesture at her. “Did you not know this? Their personal accuracy with such weapons has no factor on how important it is. In fact, it weeds out the hopeless ones faster.”
He moved to the weapons rack nearby and picked up his sword. He casually moved it to the ready and began to teasingly run a couple of gloved leather fingers down the length of the curved blade. “However, what you did. That was just showing off. You wish for proper armed combat?” He mockingly frowned and made an very over-exaggerated sigh. “So much for my training and education session.”
He delicately shifted stances in a slow and deliberate fashion, graceful. The silver haired male finally moved at the ready position, locking his attention on her. The small cocky amused grin returned to his face.
“Again,” He purred the words out, “Ladies first.”
“It’s not an order, it’s a statement.” Sephiroth folded his arms as he watched the less skilled soldiers attack each other in their sparring session. “We’re teaching them the way of the sword so if they ever have to use it, they will know.” He grunted. “They have more skills with firearms… and I have been mocked many times for not choosing to convert to them myself.”
He scowled. “I do not like them. I am more effective with my sword.” He motioned ahead of himself, waving to the free space in the room ahead. “Shall we show them what a proper sparring session involves?” He smirked. “Ladies first.”
Sephiroth felt the irritation return to him. He made a short frustrated growl as he turned back to face Jenna once again.
“Of course I knew that!” He said in his frustration. “I honestly don’t care which technique or style you decide to use. The reason I say that is because I am going to beat you anyway.” A proud smirk made it’s way across his features after he had finished speaking.
He led the rest of the way to the barracks. His immediate attention turned to the others in the yard who were already practising. He slowly shook his head as he watched their sloppy fighting and grunted aloud.
“This group needs lots of work.”
“Actually,” Sephiroth purred as he stepped out into the hallway, seeming very pleased that Jenna’s commentary pretty much confirmed her willingness to spar with him, “We are not going to test strength against agility.”
He motioned for her to follow, and then he headed down the corridor towards the barracks. “The exercise assigned for this morning that is sword fighting techniques. We will be given a one-handed wooden sword to practise with, it is about three feet long. Our non-dominant hand will be comfortably tied behind our backs. From there, you will join the circle and practise with others.”
He smirked in amusement. “Or just me. Whichever you prefer.”
Sephiroth snorted derisively and stopped beside her. “Certainly not… an improved sense of smell is a bane at this current point in time.” He paused, thinking. “Have the janitor bring in air freshener as well. Perhaps open a window….” He tapped her on the shoulder.
“As Seres is now off for the remainder of the day,” He narrowed his eyes and gave his partner a small challenging smirk. “You are coming with me.”
Sephiroth observed Seres’s body-language all while she was signing papers. He gave her a short grunt of disapproval and sat down at his desk once again.
“On second thought, see to it that you have the rest of the day off. Recover from your illness, and be back here tomorrow.” He grunted. After a moment he rose to his feet once more. “It smells in here. I think I am going to go outside and do some training in the barracks.”
Sephiroth grumbled. “You’d best get it done so you can get out of here and recover.” He stood at the doorway to his office and glared at the wastepaper basket that Seres had thrown up in. “Next time, be aware of the fact I have my own private restroom.”
He glanced out the doorway to Jenna. “Get a janitor organised. I don’t want this room to smell for the rest of the day.”
Sephiroth growled out, “Why didn’t you just teleport all these other nuisances onto another planet? I have been trying to get her to sign documentation all damn day. There has been one interruption after another.”
He stormed back into the office and growled down at Seres. “Have you finished signing all the papers, and do you agree to becoming a runner for the defence forces on this island? Because once you’re finished, get out and recover from… whatever it is that’s wasting your time!”
“No.” Sephiroth’s reply was both firm and calm. “I will not have you destroying my place of work. You’re pretty good at destroying things already, you don’t need to prove yourself here.” He let out a soft sigh when he watched Wesker step out of the office.
“That one is good at ruining my plans. I cannot get things done today.”
Sephiroth snorted in annoyance. *”I understand this, but I do not like it. And trying to get anything done today is ridiculous… I can’t even get my contract finalised. Three interruptions already. I suppose the ceiling is going to fall in next time I attempt to get it done.”*
Sephiroth growled in frustration and sat at Jenna’s work desk.
“What am I to do then, Jenna?” He sighed and slowly shook his head, feeling at a complete loss to the situation at present. “What would you have me do? She decided to take the treatments. I feel as if I can do nothing.”
“What other one?!” Sephiroth yelled, finally losing it. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about! I don’t WANT to know what the hell you’re talking about, get out!”
Sephiroth really needn’t have yelled for Chris to get lost though, as by the time he looked around again after his short tantrum, the other man had already gone. This calmed him.
*”He’s not worth it,”* He replied to Jenna via telepathy. *”Just let him go for now. Maybe he will be of use later, if I need to blackmail the one taking care of Seres.”*
Sephiroth banged his hand down on the table once again. “I. Don’t. Care.” He snarled each word very deliberately , barely able to contain his rage now. “Now, Get OUT! “I’m so tired of these interruptions. I cannot arrange a contract if you idiots keep barging into my business before I can do anything!”
Sephiroth growled in irritation, not at all liking being caught between two sides of an argument. “Just give it to her and shut up, then get out.” He glared at Chris once more. “Oh no, you’re not shooting anyone in here. Get lost!”
He slammed his hands down onto the nearest table in his frustration. “Fix this nonsense and get out, all of you! I’m sick of all these interruptions!”
Sephiroth made a soft growl of reply. He didn’t like the fact that the male was still here, and then when Wesker spoke he made an even louder hissing sound.
“Oh, it’s YOU again.” He refused to take the vial when it was presented to him. “I really don’t want that, or anything else you have to offer me. Remember why you’re here.”
“Hojo?” Sephiroth stopped, going quiet. His blood ran cold. “Hojo. THE Hojo?” He began to make soft snarling sounds. “What the hell is he doing here? How did he get here? Give me more information so that I can remove him.”
Sephiroth made a loud discontent sound and shook his head. “No, she’s not infected you crazy fool. Now get out of my office before I have security remove you. Or, alternatively… I could remove you myself.”
He snarled in frustration. “Why does there have to be all of these interruptions when I have something else to sort out?” He glared at Jenna. “What do you know of this person? He seems to know you.”
“I didn’t hire him.” Sephiroth snorted. “I can’t even remember how he showed up. Now.. why the hell did you threaten my wife? You need to explain yourself, because my opini0on of you is already soured. I have the right to eject you from the property.”
“I don’t even know what that is.” Sephiroth hissed in annoyance. He gave the other man another annoyed glare and stepped across the room to stand in front of him. He crossed his arms across his chest and made a sharp irritated grunt.
“Official B-S business, hm? This, I’d like to hear about.” He gave a slight nod of his head. “You have twenty seconds to explain your situation before I leave. I have important business to attend to in my office.”
Sephiroth sighed as he observed the scene. He knew Jenna could hold her own in a fight and he didn’t want to intervene if she had the situation under control. Instead, he glared at her and leaned against the door-frame.
“What the hell is this about?” He growled at the newcomer. “Leave my wife alone.”
Sephiroth made a soft growl and quickly sprang out of his chair – in another moment he was leaping over the desk and at the door to his office. He opened it up and immediately glared into the secretary area to see what all the commotion was about.
Sephiroth gritted his teeth with disgust as Seres threw up into the garbage. “You need to read the waiver section carefully and sign it when you are…” he softly cleared his throat, “..ready to do so.”
He picked up his pen and continued writing. “This office has a personal rest-room if you would prefer to go in there.”