Disclaimer: I do not own any of the final fantasy games, nor do I own any of their characters. If the characters are a little out of character, that is to be expected. In fact, that is the point that I wrote this story with. I WANTED them to be OOC. And because I am writing THIS story, I CAN DO THAT! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-*chokes and dies*
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The alarm clock blared. Not an unusual thing to happen on a Monday in November, but the experience was never pleasant in the slightest. That was the only coherent thought that could move the hand from its place beneath its pillow to slam down on the "stop" button, plastic cracking under the force of the blow. With a quiet moan, the beds occupant rolled slowly off from its place of comfort, to land with a painful 'crack against the hard wood floor. Blinking indignantly, Vincent C. Valentine rose to the land of the living.
For a moment, he remained in the same position, unable to will his muscles into cooperative motion. However, he sat up with startled jump when moments later a banging that seemed to echo through his head shook him from the after effects of sleep.
"Vincent!" the person on the other side of the door bellowed. "Your brother is going to leave in FIVE MINUTES! If you are not at the car, you DO NOT get a ride!"
Footsteps pounded down the hall, signaling the exit of his mother.
Muttering darkly to himself, he pulled on his ensemble of all black clothing, running a hand through his hair before snapping his red headband on. Picking his back pack up on the way out, he ground his teeth as he saw his brothers girlfriend stride over from her house across the street and place herself shot gun, next to his brother.
Smiling at his girlfriend, Hojo sat there unmoving while he waited for her to finish kissing him good morning. Vincent threw himself into the back seat, blood red eyes narrowing as he scowled in disgust at her. Hojo, upon seeing this, frowned and pulled away. "I don't think he enjoys our displays of affection quite as much as you do, Lucy."
Lucrecia blinked and looked back at Vincent, long cinnamon hair spilling back over the seat from its high riding ponytail. After assessing him a moment, she turned back to the front, a scowl firmly set on her features.
"Yeah, well, not like your brother has ever enjoyed anything in his life. I think he has a distaste for breathing."
As the car pulled out of the urban home driveway and took its passengers the course that led to the local high school, the boy in the back seat imagined a very pretty brunette burning up in flames . . . . .
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Zack screamed.
Dashing around his room, picking up things every moment or so, the tall, blue eyed teenager glared darkly at his four year old pain-in-the-ass brother, who was a little less than intimidated by the act. In fact, the smaller of the two glared with almost more efficiency than the older.
"GODDAMMIT! Cloud! WHY do you keep unplugging my alarm clock?!" Zack yelled while trying to button the snugly fitting jeans that were still not completely on him.
Four years old, Cloud glared back stubbornly.
"It's ANNOYING!" he emphasized. "It just BUZZES and BUZZES and BUZZES and-"
"Well now I'm going to be late! Thanks a lot, BRAT!"
Cloud continued to glare for a moment before a benevolent look settled over his childish features. At the first sign of this coming look, Zack felt a weight of lead settle in the pit of his stomach.
'Oh god, please not this . . . . .' he thought desperately.
His prayer was in vain, and the moment he heard the first sound come out of Clouds mouth, he knew that it was over.
"MMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!"
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Baby blue eyes scanned the crowd, searching for new faces to meet, new people to entertain . . . and new girls to flirt with.
"Do you think you could make yourself a little less obvious?" a quiet voice asked.
Baby blue eyes scowled.
"Do you have to follow me around, Makoto?!"
Makoto sighed and looked at her twin distastefully. He always dressed as best he could to mirror the images he saw in magazines that portrayed what he believed attracted woman to him. Unfortunately, it worked wonderfully. At the moment, he was neck in neck with Irvine Kinneas and the best of them for the title of 'Most Flirtatious Of The Year'.
'Yeah, right. More like 'Biggest Man-whore Of The year' . . . . . . .' she thought darkly to herself.
"ZIDANE! We're going too be late to class!" Makoto felt that as sophomores, the two of them must have surely broken a record by now, and had had enough detentions for a lifetime. As she looked back to him, she saw he hadn't even heard her, and was now staring at a small group of girls that had just entered the building. And with them was the only girl that could knock Zidane clear off his high horse.
'Rinoa . . . . .' she mentally growled to herself. 'Miss Senior 'I'm So Perfect' herself . . . . .'
"Come ON! ZIDANE!" she said firmly before dragging her brother off to class.
However, unnoticed by anyone was the petite brunette who stared back at him from her place at Rinoa's side . . . .
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Garnet sighed sadly as his ever-present sister dragged off the object of her affections. The only time she had ever seen them separate was during classes. She knew this because she shared some advanced placement courses with Makoto, but none what so ever with Zidane. She sighed slightly and turned her attention to her older sister, who was currently speaking with her best friend Aeris. They didn't notice her look. No one ever did. The only time she felt like someone was actually paying attention to her was during her dance classes.
She smiled slightly to herself. It was a small group, but they were the only friends she had. It was then that it occurred to her that the permission slip for the Nutcracker ballet in December was due today.
While searching through her book bag, she wondered momentarily if Kuja would mind being her partner for the trip . . . . .
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"- and then she started screaming about how I should be a more responsible older brother! That I should 'set' a good example!" Zack twitched while pulling his first hour books from his locker, the events of early morning chaos still taking its toll on his level of stress.
Sephiroth sighed and sent a look to Seymour, who shrugged helplessly before going back to fixing his hair in his locker mirror.
"Well, Zack," he began in his smooth baritone voice that could liquefy most females into a puddle of goo in two seconds flat (it took that long for them to actually realize he had actually spoken to them). "You should have realized he was going to pull that stunt again."
Zack sighed deeply and leaned against his painted purple locker.
"I know, I know . . . I just wish he would stop DOING THIS! It's like his mission in life to ruin MINE!" He slammed his locker shut and stomped off, not bothering to pick up the papers now strewn all over the hallway floor.
Sephiroth sighed and bent down to pick them up, ignoring the girls behind him as they feasted themselves on the generous view they was getting of his finely toned rear.
"Seymour, stop staring at my ass."
Seymour sighed wistfully, rolling his eyes, but adverting them none the less.
"You should take that I was even glancing at your ass a compliment." Seymour flipped his hair. "The most beautiful bisexual at school was checking out your package."
Sephiroth snorted lightly as he finished with the papers and stood up, much to the displeasure of the girls behind him.
"Most beautiful? I don't think so. You've got a lot of people in this school alone to beat up for THAT title." He smirked. "Especially one certain sophomore?" With that last comment floating in the air, Sephiroth left just for class as the bell range once, laughing all the way at the enraged look that marred his friends so self treasured features.
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The alarm clock blared. Not an unusual thing to happen on a Monday in November, but the experience was never pleasant in the slightest. That was the only coherent thought that could move the hand from its place beneath its pillow to slam down on the "stop" button, plastic cracking under the force of the blow. With a quiet moan, the beds occupant rolled slowly off from its place of comfort, to land with a painful 'crack against the hard wood floor. Blinking indignantly, Vincent C. Valentine rose to the land of the living.
For a moment, he remained in the same position, unable to will his muscles into cooperative motion. However, he sat up with startled jump when moments later a banging that seemed to echo through his head shook him from the after effects of sleep.
"Vincent!" the person on the other side of the door bellowed. "Your brother is going to leave in FIVE MINUTES! If you are not at the car, you DO NOT get a ride!"
Footsteps pounded down the hall, signaling the exit of his mother.
Muttering darkly to himself, he pulled on his ensemble of all black clothing, running a hand through his hair before snapping his red headband on. Picking his back pack up on the way out, he ground his teeth as he saw his brothers girlfriend stride over from her house across the street and place herself shot gun, next to his brother.
Smiling at his girlfriend, Hojo sat there unmoving while he waited for her to finish kissing him good morning. Vincent threw himself into the back seat, blood red eyes narrowing as he scowled in disgust at her. Hojo, upon seeing this, frowned and pulled away. "I don't think he enjoys our displays of affection quite as much as you do, Lucy."
Lucrecia blinked and looked back at Vincent, long cinnamon hair spilling back over the seat from its high riding ponytail. After assessing him a moment, she turned back to the front, a scowl firmly set on her features.
"Yeah, well, not like your brother has ever enjoyed anything in his life. I think he has a distaste for breathing."
As the car pulled out of the urban home driveway and took its passengers the course that led to the local high school, the boy in the back seat imagined a very pretty brunette burning up in flames . . . . .
~*~*~
Zack screamed.
Dashing around his room, picking up things every moment or so, the tall, blue eyed teenager glared darkly at his four year old pain-in-the-ass brother, who was a little less than intimidated by the act. In fact, the smaller of the two glared with almost more efficiency than the older.
"GODDAMMIT! Cloud! WHY do you keep unplugging my alarm clock?!" Zack yelled while trying to button the snugly fitting jeans that were still not completely on him.
Four years old, Cloud glared back stubbornly.
"It's ANNOYING!" he emphasized. "It just BUZZES and BUZZES and BUZZES and-"
"Well now I'm going to be late! Thanks a lot, BRAT!"
Cloud continued to glare for a moment before a benevolent look settled over his childish features. At the first sign of this coming look, Zack felt a weight of lead settle in the pit of his stomach.
'Oh god, please not this . . . . .' he thought desperately.
His prayer was in vain, and the moment he heard the first sound come out of Clouds mouth, he knew that it was over.
"MMMMMOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!"
~*~*~
Baby blue eyes scanned the crowd, searching for new faces to meet, new people to entertain . . . and new girls to flirt with.
"Do you think you could make yourself a little less obvious?" a quiet voice asked.
Baby blue eyes scowled.
"Do you have to follow me around, Makoto?!"
Makoto sighed and looked at her twin distastefully. He always dressed as best he could to mirror the images he saw in magazines that portrayed what he believed attracted woman to him. Unfortunately, it worked wonderfully. At the moment, he was neck in neck with Irvine Kinneas and the best of them for the title of 'Most Flirtatious Of The Year'.
'Yeah, right. More like 'Biggest Man-whore Of The year' . . . . . . .' she thought darkly to herself.
"ZIDANE! We're going too be late to class!" Makoto felt that as sophomores, the two of them must have surely broken a record by now, and had had enough detentions for a lifetime. As she looked back to him, she saw he hadn't even heard her, and was now staring at a small group of girls that had just entered the building. And with them was the only girl that could knock Zidane clear off his high horse.
'Rinoa . . . . .' she mentally growled to herself. 'Miss Senior 'I'm So Perfect' herself . . . . .'
"Come ON! ZIDANE!" she said firmly before dragging her brother off to class.
However, unnoticed by anyone was the petite brunette who stared back at him from her place at Rinoa's side . . . .
~*~*~
Garnet sighed sadly as his ever-present sister dragged off the object of her affections. The only time she had ever seen them separate was during classes. She knew this because she shared some advanced placement courses with Makoto, but none what so ever with Zidane. She sighed slightly and turned her attention to her older sister, who was currently speaking with her best friend Aeris. They didn't notice her look. No one ever did. The only time she felt like someone was actually paying attention to her was during her dance classes.
She smiled slightly to herself. It was a small group, but they were the only friends she had. It was then that it occurred to her that the permission slip for the Nutcracker ballet in December was due today.
While searching through her book bag, she wondered momentarily if Kuja would mind being her partner for the trip . . . . .
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"- and then she started screaming about how I should be a more responsible older brother! That I should 'set' a good example!" Zack twitched while pulling his first hour books from his locker, the events of early morning chaos still taking its toll on his level of stress.
Sephiroth sighed and sent a look to Seymour, who shrugged helplessly before going back to fixing his hair in his locker mirror.
"Well, Zack," he began in his smooth baritone voice that could liquefy most females into a puddle of goo in two seconds flat (it took that long for them to actually realize he had actually spoken to them). "You should have realized he was going to pull that stunt again."
Zack sighed deeply and leaned against his painted purple locker.
"I know, I know . . . I just wish he would stop DOING THIS! It's like his mission in life to ruin MINE!" He slammed his locker shut and stomped off, not bothering to pick up the papers now strewn all over the hallway floor.
Sephiroth sighed and bent down to pick them up, ignoring the girls behind him as they feasted themselves on the generous view they was getting of his finely toned rear.
"Seymour, stop staring at my ass."
Seymour sighed wistfully, rolling his eyes, but adverting them none the less.
"You should take that I was even glancing at your ass a compliment." Seymour flipped his hair. "The most beautiful bisexual at school was checking out your package."
Sephiroth snorted lightly as he finished with the papers and stood up, much to the displeasure of the girls behind him.
"Most beautiful? I don't think so. You've got a lot of people in this school alone to beat up for THAT title." He smirked. "Especially one certain sophomore?" With that last comment floating in the air, Sephiroth left just for class as the bell range once, laughing all the way at the enraged look that marred his friends so self treasured features.
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