Disclaimer: How many times do I have to tell you, I don't own them! WHAT DO YOU CORPRATE BASTARDS WANT FROM ME?!?!!?!?..*cough* Nevermind...
TS: Yes, it's yet another fic from Twilight's Star-chan!!
Kuja: Run!!! RUN!!!!!
TS: Kisama...Anyways, there, sadly, will be no Kain in this fic.
Kain: Why??
TS: Because...I said....u.u;;;;
Kain: *pouts*
TS: Gomen....BUT! Atleast I'm writing again.
Kain: *pouts more*
TS: Anou, just read the fic....
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Chapter 1: Monoiro
"I wonder what all this commotion is all about..." The silver tailed gneome pondered curiously. The rustling of the crowd had gotten him interested, not to mention the noise emiting from them. The throng of people seemed to be gathered around around a single wall, what was so special about it? He decided to go take a look for himself. Pushing his way through the crowd of people, he had finally made it to the front. On the fire brick wall, was a poster. Kuja examined it closely, it was just a poster, what was so intresting about it?......It's the person ON the poster everyone must be gawking at. It couldn't really blame them, he was very..interesting...It must'uve been an ad for a concert. Kuja turned his head to the left and right, sizing up this person. Not bad looking, not at all. It was hard to tell what a person really looked like from a poster, instead of real life. But from what he could tell, this person was about....5'5" or somewhere around there. Black flowing hair, that was in slight waves that reached past his feet. What was strange about it though, it had vertical pink stripes going down his hair. His face was that of an angels, perfectly sculpted and porportioned. His eyes were never ending pools of black coal, that had a very light tint of pink in them. Matches his hair quite nicely. Purplish-black eyeshadow and eyeliner kept his eyes company. He had a leather shirt with no sleeves and only covering half his stomach, his hip hugger pants really helped show off his body. Many chains hung from the pockets of his pants, also accompined by the other jewelry he was wearing. Such as his three necklaces.....The words "Monoiro" was below his picture, I guess that's his name or than band he's in name.
"Oh, he is SO cute!!," One of the girls in the crowd squealed. Her friend nodded viciously back in responce. Kuja glared in their direction, they said that a bit too loud and hurt his ears. He sighed and attempted to get out of the crowd and back to the street, he couldn't take that noise much longer without having to pull out some black magic. After squeezing through the people, he had finally made it out. He sighed in relief, thank goodness. Kuja didn't really see what the excitment was about, it was just a person. He walked on, pondering what made him so different....
"Perhaps I'm jealous...." Kuja grimly said aloud to himself.
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TS: Smokey dokey, there's the first chapter. Short and sweet...sorta...
TS: Yes, it's yet another fic from Twilight's Star-chan!!
Kuja: Run!!! RUN!!!!!
TS: Kisama...Anyways, there, sadly, will be no Kain in this fic.
Kain: Why??
TS: Because...I said....u.u;;;;
Kain: *pouts*
TS: Gomen....BUT! Atleast I'm writing again.
Kain: *pouts more*
TS: Anou, just read the fic....
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Chapter 1: Monoiro
"I wonder what all this commotion is all about..." The silver tailed gneome pondered curiously. The rustling of the crowd had gotten him interested, not to mention the noise emiting from them. The throng of people seemed to be gathered around around a single wall, what was so special about it? He decided to go take a look for himself. Pushing his way through the crowd of people, he had finally made it to the front. On the fire brick wall, was a poster. Kuja examined it closely, it was just a poster, what was so intresting about it?......It's the person ON the poster everyone must be gawking at. It couldn't really blame them, he was very..interesting...It must'uve been an ad for a concert. Kuja turned his head to the left and right, sizing up this person. Not bad looking, not at all. It was hard to tell what a person really looked like from a poster, instead of real life. But from what he could tell, this person was about....5'5" or somewhere around there. Black flowing hair, that was in slight waves that reached past his feet. What was strange about it though, it had vertical pink stripes going down his hair. His face was that of an angels, perfectly sculpted and porportioned. His eyes were never ending pools of black coal, that had a very light tint of pink in them. Matches his hair quite nicely. Purplish-black eyeshadow and eyeliner kept his eyes company. He had a leather shirt with no sleeves and only covering half his stomach, his hip hugger pants really helped show off his body. Many chains hung from the pockets of his pants, also accompined by the other jewelry he was wearing. Such as his three necklaces.....The words "Monoiro" was below his picture, I guess that's his name or than band he's in name.
"Oh, he is SO cute!!," One of the girls in the crowd squealed. Her friend nodded viciously back in responce. Kuja glared in their direction, they said that a bit too loud and hurt his ears. He sighed and attempted to get out of the crowd and back to the street, he couldn't take that noise much longer without having to pull out some black magic. After squeezing through the people, he had finally made it out. He sighed in relief, thank goodness. Kuja didn't really see what the excitment was about, it was just a person. He walked on, pondering what made him so different....
"Perhaps I'm jealous...." Kuja grimly said aloud to himself.
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TS: Smokey dokey, there's the first chapter. Short and sweet...sorta...