Miki: I've always be fascinated with long hair. I love the way my fingers feel when I run them through it, I love how soft it can be, and more often than not, I love the person who's hair I'm playing in. I work for ShinRa Corps; in fact, I am a cadet. So I can't keep my hair as long as I'd want it. Unfortunately, my red hair was cut in a pixie style and I usually had perpetual bed head. Not that it didn't look good, or anything. It just wasn't what I wanted. Sora, one of my good friends and fellow cadets, had warned me about the SOLIDERs First Class. She told me that each of them kept their hair rather long, and that lusting after them would be futile. Fat lot of good that would do me. The Silver General walked into the room, rectangular glasses perched on his pert nose. His silver hair had grown longer since the last time he had instructed us; it now brushed against the backs of his thighs. "Here comes the Iceman himself," Sora whispered. "Shut up, Sora," I returned, giving her a dirty look. "Why, Miki? You like him?" Sora asked teasingly. "Just shut up," I hissed back. "You. Girl. What is so important that you must share it with your friend during class?" Sephiroth demanded from the front of the classroom, mako-blue eyes blazing at me, his anger evident. I blushed, as red-heads are wont to do. "I am sorry, sir. It won't happen again." His eyes took a cruel glimmer. "If it was that important, why don't you share it with the rest of your battalion, cadet?" He purred out in a sliken voice. The rest of my battalion snickered like a classroom full of elementary school kids when another student was being called to the principle's office. I blushed even more, curing my redhead's complexion as I hurried to think up an acceptable lie to offer him. "Sir, I was commenting on how long your hair was getting." The General raised a perfectly arched eyebrow. It was obvious he wasn't buying it. "Two hours detention, my office, cadet. Do not be late." The blush was back, blazing like a wildfire in my cheeks. "Yes, sir," I murmured. Sephiroth returned to his instruction, pacing in front of the classroom like a caged animal as he instructed us in his cool silken voice.
Miki: At the end of the day, when my duties were done and the rest of the cadets returned to the barracks, I trudged slowly up to the floor with the offices of the SOLDIERs First Class. I was hesitant to go to Sephiroth's office, unsure of what my punishment would be. Hesitantly, I knocked on his door. "Come in," he murmured from his desk, intense eyes focused on some piece of paperwork. He looked up as I came it. "Ah, Cadet..." He waited pointedly for me to fill in the blank. "Ito, sir." "Cadet Ito. Thank you for being prompt." He rose to his full intimidating height and moved to sit on the edge of his desk, closer to where I was standing. Mako blue eyes met mine. "What was it that you were talking about in class, Cadet Ito?" The evil blush returned, but I stuck with the same lie. "I was saying your hair was getting longer, sir. It reaches mid-thigh now, sir." The Silver General was not convinced. I could see it in his intense gaze. "Fine then. Two hundred squats, two hundred push-ups, and two hundred sit-ups, Cadet Ito. Now." I immediately obeyed the order, starting first with the squats, my calves burning before I was through the first fifty. But I kept going, knowing Sephiroth was not a soft man. He would not shave off part of the quantity like Zack Fair was wont to do. But then, he didn't smile as much as Zack did, either. When I was done with the squats, my calves felt like I'd doused them in gasoline and lit a match. I dropped to the floor anyway, hurriedly getting started on my push-ups. My breasts pressed against the ground each time, and the sensation was annoying and uncomfortable, but at least he didn't sit on my back the way I'd heard he sat on the backs of male cadets that disobeyed or displeased him. My arms felt like rubber, but I kept going, ignoring the annoying growing pain in my breasts. Next were the sit-ups, the lesser of the three evils. I rolled over and assumed the correct position, then started on them. I worked through the slow burning pain in my abdomen, knowing that eventually I wouldn't even register it. But by the time I finished, I was panting for breath. I laid back on the floor for a moment or two before rising again to stand stiffly at attention. "What was it that you were talking about in instruction, Cadet Ito?" Sephiroth asked again, his intense boring into mine. I was panting from exertion, but still sticking with my line. "You're hair is getting longer, sir. I like it." Sephiroth stopped dead. "What?" he asked, seeming certain he heard incorrectly. "I like your hair, sir. I noticed it was getting longer." I returned, feeling foolish for admitting such a thing. The Silver General did the most amazing thing I'd ever seen. He blushed. "Thank you, Cadet Ito," he returned, his voice losing it's commanding air. "You may go." I was hesitant to leave with him behaving so bizarrely. "You have beautiful hair, sir," I murmured softly before starting to slip out of his office. He crossed the room with long strides and touched my hand softly before I was out of his office. The tender touch startled me as much as his next words. "You have light duty for a week, Cadet Ito. I'll tell your commander," he told me, his tone gruff. I smiled genuinely at the silver-haired man. "Thank you, sir." Then I stepped out of his office, intent to get back to the barracks and collapse. Has no one ever told him how beautiful he is? I wondered as I hurried for my bunk.