fandomhigh | Teamwork 101 -- Period 1 [Class #1] [Monday]

Ah, teamwork.

Genesis lounged in the chair behind the teacher’s desk, looking more ready to sign autographs than to teach and the smile toying at his lips was hardly likely to reassure any of his students who knew him. Or, for that matter, his co-teacher.

Who was thrilled with him.

"Yo. Rookies." Reno was trying not to be too obvious about talking through clenched teeth, but with the way he was standing about two steps behind Genesis and occasionally directing death-glares to the back of his head, it was apparent that he was having problems. "Welcome to Teamwork 101, where even the teachers apparently gotta learn this junk as they go, yo."

Reno had not been planning on this.

Of course not, which was what made it so very entertaining. "As, presumably, most of you signed up of your own will," Genesis said dryly, "I’m going to assume that you are all aware that this is a class wherein nearly everything will be done with the aid of at least one other person."

Genesis smiled thinly. "Today, it’s introductions. You are all to pair up, find out enough about each other to introduce your partners and then do so. Reno?"

“This guy here is Genesis-with-a-weird-assed-last-name,” Reno replied, nodding towards the SOLDIER. "Passin’ not-bad with a sword. Obsessed with red leather and purple apples, yo. Quotes bad poetry."

Well. The exercise didn’t say that they had to be nice about it.

That it didn’t. Genesis looked amused. "And my introduction was courtesy of Reno, last name need not apply. He drinks too much, eats too little, and once upon a time, murdered, spied and kidnapped people. Got paid well for it, too."

They were clearly going to be besties.

Reno cleared his throat, sparing the back of Genesis’ head another dirty look, and then shrugged and shot the class a strained grin.

"And you wouldn’t believe the health benefit package for that, either. So! Get to it, yo. And if any of you are lookin’ to TA for us this semester,” you know, the well-paid murderer and the... other well-paid murderer, “swing by after class and we’ll see about it, yo."

And Genesis smirked. He was allowed as, after all, he’d gotten the chair.

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Reno was developing a twitch in his left eyelid.

Yay.

"Look, I don't..." He didn't have any idea what he was going to say here, now. "... There are a lot of students who'd get freaked out about shit like that, yo."

That was pretty lame, considering some of the names on the roster, but that was about the best that he could do.

"I was informed yesterday that honesty is the best policy," Genesis said, almost innocently.

Almost, because he knew exactly how much of an ass he was. There was a reason Angeal tended to deal with minions, not him.

Genesis made a tick on his paper. "After all, a truth in the open is better than a betrayal down the line because someone misrepresented themselves." A smile touched his lips. "Consider me a rebel, if you wish."

Thank you, Constable Fraser.

Reno was still trying not to pout as he turned around and flopped back to lean against the desk.

"I consider you a dick," he grumbled.

"And you did so before I ever gave you reason to," Genesis mused, tilting his head slightly. "That's rather out of the ordinary."

But wasn't he nice for providing reasons now?

Wonderfully so!

"Yeah, well, maybe your reputation got ahead of you, zoto. Two friggin' fanclubs? What the shit is that?"

Aside from being totally not the reason that Reno hated his guts, of course.

"You'd have to ask the fans," he said dryly. "As their workings are beyond my comprehension."

But he didn't mind his fans.

"And, truly, for a Turk you lie poorly."

Reno just made a 'tch' sound between his teeth, glancing over his shoulder with a syrup-sweet grin on his lips.

"Maybe I think you ain't worth the effort it takes to make it count, zoto."

Reno was charming. Truly.

"Oh, how charming," Genesis sounded bored. "Perhaps I'll check with the others around the island for the reasons."

Blue-grey eyes glinted as he smirked.

"After all, there's always more than one avenue for information."

The corner of Reno's mouth twitched, at that.

Rosalind was a Turk. She wouldn't spill her guts to the likes of him, he had faith in that.

Cloud wouldn't know too many details about the things that Genesis had done. He'd like, what, glanced at him once in Modeo? Hardly worth the effort it took to care.

... The puppy.

"My reasons are mine," he said, simply. And this time, he was making the effort that it took to make his lie believable. "Ain't like anyone else on the island'll have any clue what the hell you did to piss me off, yo."

"Ah ha!"

And oh, Genesis sounded pleased.

"So I did do something to you."

Well, it was better than knowing it was just insanely distorted rivalry.

...

... Don't look at him like that.

"You ain't makin' it any better," Reno sighed, looking resolutely back towards the students as they did their discussion time, and raising a hand to rub at one temple.

He was starting to realize what those headaches that Tseng suffered so often were like.

"Anyhow, it's done, it's over, at least in my timeline. That don't mean I gotta like you."

"Instead you'll blame me for things I've not yet done?"

Oh, and he acted like Genesis was the one with the problems.

Never mind that Genesis had hardly gone out of his way to make Reno like him. Genesis didn't do that for anyone.

(...It truly was a mystery how he'd gotten two fanclubs.)

He was well-read and looked good in red leather, and his original fanclub was composed of swooning fangirls and Loveless enthusiasts. Mayhem ensued.

"I ain't blamin' you for it," Reno all but snarled. "I'm just waitin' for it."

Which made loads of sense too, didn't it?

And there was also a certain subset of the population who liked assholes...

"And pray tell," Genesis mused, "how is that different?"

Reno twitched an almost jumpy little smile at that.

"Let's just say, you ain't givin' me a hell of a lot of faith that you won't go and pull the same stunt over again, yo."

"I can only be myself," he said, almost comfortably. "It's a pity that being so is enough for you to hate me."

Because he was oh so likable, right?

Reno's smile went a little thin, and he glanced at Genesis over his shoulder again before looking back at the class.

"Damn cryin' shame," he agreed. "It's a damn cryin' shame."

Genesis laughed quietly, under his breath.

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