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Life with the Triplets is an ongoing project written from Sephiroth's point of view. It's an experiment with first person and I think it's going rather well... Six chapters, 43 reviews, 1758 hits, added to 1 c2, 11 faves and 14 alerts as of this post.

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Ages: (for further reference)

Sephiroth - - - 10yrs

Vincent - - - 12yrs

Reno - - - 8yrs

Zack - - - 9yrs

Cloud - - - 7yrs

Tseng - - - 9yrs

Rufus - - - 7yrs

Rude - - - 9yrs

Kadaj, Loz, Yazoo - - - 5yrs

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Mom strode through the house in a huff, throwing objects around and yelling up a storm. It was scary. My mom is perhaps the scariest person I know, scarier even than Vincent who would shoot a person in the groin at the slightest hint of stupidity. Which was a funny story, but a story for another day.

I don’t know what set her off, seeing as how I was burning things in the bathroom when it happened. I heard glass shatter against the wall and my mother’s yelling, so I did what I always did. I ran to my room, hid under my bed and prayed my hair wouldn’t get caught on the underside of my bed. That hurt like nobody’s business.

I sneezed as yet another vase made contact with the wall, stirring up a large dust amount of dust, which made me sneeze again. I really needed to clean under my bed. I was debating on whether or not jumping out the window was an acceptable way to get out of the house it wasn’t when suddenly a child’s face appeared in between the floor and the bed.

“What are you doing?” He asked, his green eyes confused. Looking at him was eerily like looking in a mirror except he was younger and his hair was much shorter. It was chin length, but it still looked like mine.

“I’m hiding. What does it look like I’m doing?” I snapped, wondering who this kid was and why was he in my room. He blinked.

“Why?” He asked, but at this point I wasn’t in the mood to be answering questions. He was lucky my hair had got caught in the wires of my bedframe because had I been free and painless I would punched him in the face for coming into my room with permission.

“Because my mom is scary.” I grumbled, starting the long process of unknotting my hair from the wires. Sometimes it sucked to have long hair, but it looked really, really cool if you could pull it off. And boy could I pull it off.

“Why is your mom scary?” He asked as my mom’s screeching reached a whole new level. Whatever she was mad about had really pissed her off. I stared at him, wondering how he could not find the screaming and random glass shattering frightening. It scared the heck out of me and I had lived with it my entire life.

My hair finally came free and I climbed out from underneath my bed, glaring at the little wannabe-me the entire time. Huffing angrily, I pointed at the door, clearly indicating that the little brat should get out of my room. He looked at me curiously and closed the door. I glared at him, just who did he think he is?

On second thought, who was this kid who looked like me and dared come in my room without my permission. “Who are you?” And is it safe to stab youI wisely left that part out, didn’t want to make mom madder because some little kid was crying in my room.

He blinked at me, looking innocent. “I’m Kadaj, are you my Daddy?”

I saw red. My hand twitched and the next thing I knew I was reaching for my trusty sword Masamune which I kept by my bedside just in case of closet monsters. Luckily for the brat the door to my room creaked open, distracting me from my self appointed quest to stab him in the face.

I looked towards the door, expecting my mom or at the very least my dad. It wasn’t my parents but two little brats who looked almost identical (the lengths of the hair was different) to the one in front of me who was of course identical to a younger me.

“What the hell?” Now I very rarely swear because the consequences for swearing are always grave. Mom usually makes me brush my teeth with liquid soap when I swear and I never, ever want to go through that again.

“Who’re you?” The one with the short hair said, staring at me like I was his long lost idol or something. There were literally stars in his eyes.

“He’s our daddy.” The first one piped up, my eye twitched. There was only one surefire way to end this and get all these mini-mes out of my room and make my life headache free.

I took a deep breath.

“MOMMY!!!”

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“Ow...” Zack moaned, his leg at an angle that was not physically possible unless it was broken (which it probably was). I poked him with the stick again, giggling. The ambulance wasn’t here yet and those me-lookalike-wannabes my mom called my brothers had had an accident while going down the stairs.

My two greatest annoyances had been dealt with within a span of five minutes and I didn’t have to do anything that I didn’t do normally. There must be some kind god looking after me, because fate was on my side.

“Heeeeeyyyyy Sephy.” Or maybe not.

“What do you want Reno?” I sighed, not really in the mood to deal with the random pyromaniac on top of everything else. “And I thought I told you not to call me that.” I growled, throwing the stick down (accidentally hitting Zack with it, but he still went ‘ow’ which amused me) and turning to face the redhead.

He grinned at me, looking like that purple cat I had seen in Alice in Wonderland. “Can’t a guy talk to his friend while another friend lies helpless on the ground?” I stared at him and raised an eyebrow, wondering what in the hell he wanted.

“If you want to poke Zack, go ahead. Not like I’m going to stop you.” I said, reclaiming my stick from Zack (which the idiot was using to poke his own leg) and poking him with it again. Zack went ‘ow’, I laughed and Reno... grinned even wider.

“Nah, I’ve poked Zack plenty, if you know what I mean...” He said in that tone that implied more than what he actually said. I blinked.

“No, what do you mean?” I asked, raising an eyebrow as the ambulance finally appeared on the scene. Reno shrugged.

“I don’t know, I heard one of the older kids saying it.” I laughed, that was typical of Reno and then pouted as Zack was carted away in the ambulance to get another cast on his leg and crutches that he probably wasn’t going to use.

Reno and I watched the ambulance wail away, our eyes meeting as it disappeared from sight. “Sooo...” He said, drawing a lighter from his pocket and lighting it, clicking it on and off.

“Stop that before you set my lawn on fire... again.” I snapped, taking the lighter from him and glaring at him as he pouted. “Why are you even here? Don’t you have a brother to annoy?” I demanded, feeling a spark of anger at the mention of the word brother.

Pretty soon my siblings were going to be to me what Reno was to Axel. That made me shudder and want to drown the brats before they could set fire to my underwear drawer.

Reno shrugged. “Axel kicked me out, so I decided to annoy you.” I rolled my eyes, though I felt kind of honored to be second on his list of people to annoy. We are cousins you know, Me, Cloud, Reno, Rufus and their respective siblings all go to the same family reunion, so we have to be related somehow.

“Course that was only cause Tseng wasn’t home...” He continued. Ok, second to his best friend, which was still kind of cool. “And Vincent said if I annoyed him again he’d shoot me in the crotch.” Reno looked at the sky, frowning.

“Reno. Shut up before I shove this stick up your nose.” I threatened just because I wanted to shove the stick up someone’s nose... Pity I didn’t do it before Zack left, that would’ve been fun to explain to mom. I blinked, remembering my brothers.

“Hey Reno...” I said, grinning evilly. He looked at me, looking frightened. “Want to meet my little brothers?” He blinked and considered for a moment.

“Will they rip out my spleen and devour my intestines?” He asked, looking oddly serious. I thought for a second. Kadaj, despite being the leader, was basically harmless. Loz cried a lot and Yazoo had to be eating pills behind mom’s back or something because nobody was that way naturally.

“Nah, they’re harmless...” He didn’t look convinced. “Well as harmless as they can be and still be my brothers.” Was it normal for me to be proud of that? They did make Zack jump out the window just by looking at them.

I was half-way to the door when I realized something. I could finally enter the most evil brother on the block contest. I grinned evilly, practically bouncing into the house. Reno following behind me, a mixture of shock and fear showing on his face.

I was so going to enjoy this.

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No sooner had the words left my mom’s mouth than my dad ran into the room, fire extinguisher in hand. To this day I am still torn between cursing him for ruining my fun and congratulating him for finally learning that a Reno in the house meant there would be a fire in the house.

Did I mention that during this time period Kadaj was still attached to my neck like a leech?

“Niisan!!” And that I had just gained another one?

“Damn it Reno this is all your fault.” I screeched out, trying to stay alive with two heavy five year olds attached to my body.

“Sephiroth watch your language.” My mom snarked out, a bit distracted by the damage to her precious curtains. Where Yazoo and Reno had gone during this time period, I’ll never know.

“Where did those firebugs go?” Dad asked, frowning in that way he did when I had done something extremely wrong (Like convince my younger cousins they could fly and watch them jump off the roof). At this instant, Loz and Kadaj decided to hold a contest to see who could squeeze the hardest.

I don’t know who won, because next thing I knew, I was staring at the ceiling of the hospital in the bed beside Zack.

“What the hell?” I asked the ceiling, because chaos knows Zack wouldn’t have the answer. Unless the answer was cheese, which... it rarely is.

“Two of the mini-Sephiroths tried to hug you to death. Guess it’s hard to live if you love yourself that much.” Zack said, nodding in that all knowing way of his. What I would do for a random stabbing.

“OW!!” Zack screamed as one of the triplets ran into the room and stabbed his leg with a pencil.

I think I’m beginning to like those brats.

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*grins* oh yes, I plan on focusing more on the triplets and Zack then Reno, so it's probably a good thing.

The curtains thing came out of nowhere for me... but this fic is character driven and Reno wants to set fire to things... and Yazoo likes Reno sooo...

Lol, I'm planning on writing more as soon as registration is complete. I just updated a few drabble fics and my more popular serious fics this week.

Actually the majority of my fiction is character driven, even my drabbles. Which is why I get irritated when people demand that I tell them the plot. I may have a general idea of what's going to happen, but I really don't know until I start writing.

And you'd actually be surprised how much character development one can get into a drabble, I usually do a series or two of drabble fics before I start on a really big project to get a feel of the characters and the way they interact with each other.

yes, registration for spring semester *shudders* Why must it be so complicated?

Sounds like we're pretty much alike, right down to working on an original fiction at the moment... *eyes cut to where she has all her character data stored*.

The only reason I'm any good at drabbles is because a drabble is similar to improv (I took three years of theatre class in high school) and I'm great at improv, providing that my partner(s) are at the same level.

*groans* and I keep forgetting to stop by my advisor's door...

Theoretically it would, but since I'm absent-minded and tend to wander off (a lot) I don't think it would work out that well. I also tend to disappear from sight for days and then pop back up randomly.

Yep, I took theatre and art, though I don't have enough patience to sit still long enough to draw. Though I can draw somewhat decently... keyword: Somewhat.