Sephiroth's Gun
By: Princess Yori
Summary: ...But he doesn't even have a gun!
Genre: Humor
Pairing: None
Setting: AU
Rating: K+
Status: Complete
Type: Drabble
Disclaimer: All related Final Fantasy names and characters are copyrighted © by the almighty Square Enix. This story and the possible OCs involved are all me, however. Enjoy.
"Mine is definitely bigger."
"Keep dreaming, pretty boy."
"Yours is the size of your arm!"
"It doesn't matter the size, but the skill of the beholder."
Kadaj glanced over to the table beside him, rolling his eyes from the childish remarks. They always got in the same argument, anytime they were near one another. Vincent, Yazoo, and Barret all eyed one another trying to prove who wielded the larger gun. Amusingly, they were actually talking about their weapons. Naturally Barret should win the competition, but eventually, as Vincent had casually segued to; it turned into who was the better gunman. He turned back to his drink and sighed, if you sat close enough for an extended period you'd begin to quote what they would say next.
"I have the better aim."
"You don't need no aim when you can take out everything at once!"
"Barret, you almost took Cloud's arm off in that 'let's not aim' attitude, and Yazoo, were you aiming for Loz when you shot at Reno?"
"…"
Kadaj glanced over to the other side of the room, noticing Sephiroth smoothly stand, and approach the table. He didn't catch what he muttered to the three, but whatever it was caused their eyes to go wide fairly quickly. Smugly he turned from them and walked away again, Kadaj glanced over at Yazoo questioningly.
"But…he doesn't even have a gun…"