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Ask Me Anything

Darshan had absolutely no idea what he was supposed to do with the kid, ranked SOLDIER First Class but too damn young to set foot on a battlefield. Anything he could have taught, the kid knew.

So now they both sat in the office Darshan hated - and obviously the kid was growing to hate - in silence.

"You've finished all of those strategy exercises?" Darshan asked, knowing the answer.

"Yes," the kid replied, "and when I ran them on the simulator, there was only one flaw, non-critical. But I understand that error and will not repeat it."

He wanted to bang hi shead on the wall. Wherever ShinRa had found this little oddly-named ward of the state, there was no reason for him to be so inconvenienced.

"You're excused for the day," Darshan said finally. "Go to the range, go to the gym, help the cadets scrub the toilets or something..."

"Yes, General," the kid replied, saluting before exiting.

Darshan shook his head - tactical genius, proficient in every weapon thrown at him, and now... looked like the kid had hit another growth spurt and needed a few new pairs of pants.

But that gave him something to do while trying to think of things to do.

When he arrived back at his apartment later that day, he was hardly surprised to find his silver-haired charge waiting for him in the dining room, advanced books on strategy and history spread across the table.

No, he did still live alone, but the simple locks and keycards ShinRa used were no match for the kid.

"Pants," Darshan mumbled, dropping a bag onto the far end of the table. "From now on, please pay attention to your own clothing needs."

The kid looked up... "Huh?"

"Your pants are too short - get your nose out of those books and pay attention to your body," Darshan said, wishing that the kid would cook now and then when breaking into his apartment.

"Oh, actually, um..."

For some crazy reason, Darshan instantly recognized the look on the kid's face. Apparently now he really did have a few things to teach.

"I mean, I've read a little in books and figured a bit out from seeing other soldiers in the showers, but..."

There was a little bit of fear there, the first ounce of it he'd seen since the kid had been dropped off at his office door.

Still, Darshan hadn't expected this. He pulled a chair out from the table and sat, closing the books there one by one.

"Seph," Darshan said slowly, hunting for words. "I was assigned to instruct you in anything I possibly could. So you can ask me anything."

"Anything?" Sephiroth answered.

Darshan knew this was sealing his fate, but he also knew he was too attached already. He nodded, watching as the teen searched for his first question.