Okay, if anyone wants to kill me, now is your chance to do it. I haven't been able to update any of my other stories over the past few months because I have had so much work at school. At least after this Friday I'll have no more exams and about eight weeks of Summer holidays. Anyway, whilst they are stuck to my typewriter and disk and therefore trapped only to my typewriter and computer, this one has been going places with me and hence has been able to be updated a little bit at a time to what I have now writen on paper and mostly on my Fontwriter. I have a little more for two of the other fics, but for now they have to be put on hold until next week or something.
And about the currency: it was easier to do it like this (With £££ and not what they used) because I forgot what they use. Sorry, my mistake again. But if you don't like it like that, please give me the name and I'll put it on my livejournal version as well. The figures will stay the same, but at least it'll be a little more correct.
Sorry if they don't seem totally in character, but this is from a couple of months ago when I started it. People have pointed out my errors and I have attempted to clean up their characters over the next few chapters.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Final Fantasy VII: AC connected, but I do own the school, and any characters that you really don't recognise (any others that come in, I'll say I own 'em then to save you the confusion). There are a few of them to get the story going, but this is all from Kadaj's point of view unless someone is just entering the room and is explaining where they were. If you're still confused about something, give me a yell.
"Be good today and have fun! Believe me; you'll come back feeling much better than you do now!" Grimacing at the cheerful voice of Tifa so early in the morning, every muscle in his being aching painfully after another sleepless night, Kadaj fought the urge to push past her and head back inside the small bar. Instead, he glared darkly, hoping it would be enough to scare the smile from her face, but it seemed to make it grow as she nudged him gently. "Go on, before they leave you behind."
"But I-" he started, but a figure soon loomed in the doorway behind the brunette that made his words stop in an instant.
"We already went over this Kadaj. You're going," said Cloud, making him grumble in agitation.
"It's to help you with your social skills, and to make sure you know something that'll help you later in life," Tifa added, before pushing him gently towards the small group of children waiting behind him once again. "Now go on, or you'll be late."
Happy? How could going to a crowded building filled with screaming teenagers and ordering adults possibly make him happy? Being stuck in the bar with only a small amount of kids drove him to the verge of mild insanity, and the added sleep deficiency as a result of Denzel snoring in the next room. It was almost hellish, but at the moment he had to persevere since he had nowhere else to go. He needed what they were offering to him, which was basically a roof over his head and the luxuries and safeties that came with it, but that kept him far from happy. Being constantly watched, day and night, and barred from exploring more than five meters from his 'Big Brother' bothered him to the core, but there was nothing he could do about it. Well, at the moment at least. And least he was getting paid for it too. Cloud was a good negotiator when it came to money.
Fighting back a yawn as he followed the group that consisted of young adults that were only half his size, he assumed that he wouldn't be in a class with any of them. Well, maybe there was something to be happy about. Cloud had explained to him the night before about what he would be doing, and about the daily routine that would occur. From what he had bothered to listen to, he gathered that they were all separated into different years, which were then split into different forms, who all went to their classes at different times in different rooms. He wasn't too bothered about his schedule since it was written down on a sheet of paper for him and, according to Denzel, the rooms were easy to find. If he wandered around for long enough, he'd eventually get to the right place, and that was his plan for the day so no one would pester him about missing anything during his first visit.
The walk to the train station was relatively short, the ride itself no more than ten minutes as it sped across the wastelands to the grassy fields nearby, where a large pale yellow building resided near the bottom of the mountains. It looked more like an asylum of some sort by the towering wire fences and the thick iron gates, and soon enough he was passing through them with the rest of pupils from the train. He shuddered to think of what went on inside its walls, the laughter of teenagers of all ages ringing in his ears, easily shattering the fragile walls of his mind that fought to keep it all out. And what made it worse was the realisation of having to spend the day, the whole day, here; with the screams and the yells and the… immaturity.
If this was supposed to somehow lift his spirits, then Tifa had one warped sense of humour.
It shouldn't have too many mistakes, but if there are I sincerely apologize. It isn't that long either, but then again I had no idea what else to write about in this one. The titles are the words in the list, so you can see what word I'm doing by the title. By the end there should be 101 chapters, so this should be entertaining...