I haven't been involved in this fandom in literally years. What the hell am I doing back here? Gah...ignore the ramblings of a madwoman.

Disclaimer: Would you look at that? I don't own any of these characters!
Word Count: 539
Note:The rating is "T" because I am going to add a tale or two about the Wutai war. But this tale is easily "K" or "K+"

It was always the Third Class group that was the worst. Granted they were new to the SOLDIER program, but one would have figured that they would be at least relatively intelligent. Instead, every new wave of them turned out to be a bunch of rowdy young men that were usually in over their head for the first months. Then again, Zack figured that he was being hypocritical. He had once been a Third himself. He thanked Gaia he had been assigned to oversee their sparing session. Another poor Second had been assigned to teach their tactical class. There had to be an incident report filed from that class.

Zack mentally sighed, knowing that this would possibly be the longest two hours of his life. But, he looked on the bright side, thinking that maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to enjoy being a teacher. He cleared his throat and stepped out from around the corner he was hiding. The Thirds noisy talk instantly fell to either whispers or silence. Zack eyed them as he walked up and down the line. Using his best "serious business" face, he came to a stop in the middle and looked at the newbies. Suddenly, much to the surprise of the new SOLDIERs, Zack's serious face turned into a bright smile,

"Welcome to SOLDIER everyone! I'm Commander Zack Fair, your teacher for today, and we'll be starting your sparing. I've see you've all got the standard issue SOLDIER sword, good. Buddy up and lets start with some basics!"

A pair of green eyes glanced over at the clock on the screen of the computer. It was 5 o'clock, the time Zack should be free of those Thirds. Sephiroth silently prayed that he wouldn't have to review another incident report from that class, not after reading over the tactical class mishap. He'd find out soon enough, as he figured he had less than ten minutes before Zack was bursting into his office. He wasn't wrong.

"Hi Seph," Zack said, waving slightly as he took the seat across the desk. Sephiroth raised an eyebrow,

"Should I ask how the class went? I trust you heard about the tactics class."

"Oh yeah, I heard about that. Luckily I was assigned to sparing. You know, that's the only thing I liked about being a Third. It was fun and that's how I met Angeal, and-"

"Zack, how did the class go?"

Zack quieted at the stern tone of his friend. He was trying to purposely stall the conversation. Of course Seph would easily recognize that.

"It was okay. I mean, at least you don't have an incident report. But the newbies have a long way to go before they're proficient with the standard sword. …I wasn't that bad, was I?"

Sephiroth leaned back in his chair, holding his arms across his chest. He couldn't help but give a slight smirk,

"I do recall Angeal telling me about a Third with spiked hair that wouldn't know the hilt from the blade. Now that I think about it, you were the only Third in that group that had spiky hair."

"Did he really say that? I don't believe it! I knew the difference between a hilt and a blade!"

I know, it kind of sucks. Review? Please? And if you have suggestions for more adventures, feel free to share them!