Okay,
you know what? No one actually knows what Denzel acts like as a teen.
So instead of playing him all nicey-nicey like usual, I've
decided to make him meaner, stick him with Yuffie, and see what
happens.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own ff7. If I did, rest assured
that Yuffentine or Yenzel would be a cannon pairing.
Don't like it? No flames, please. Just don't waste your time whining and stop reading.
MIDGAR
TIIIIIIIIIIME! I love summmmmmer!
Hey,
Diary, it's me, GNEYKATWROW.
Which is to say, Greastest Ninja Ever
Yuffie Kisaragi Also The White Rose Of Wutai.
You can just call me
Yuffie, though. Or you'd be able to if you could talk, ha.
Anywhoo, I just got to Tifa's place. I'm staying here for the entire
summer! Except, you know, I have to go back to Wutai after.
And
then I'll have to get married.
Dad won't tell me who the guy
is, probably so I don't hunt him down and kill him. He says that
unless I can find someone just as good or better that I like, then
I'm marrying the mystery man.
I hate it. But I have to.
So I'm
enjoying my last few months of freedom with Tifa, Cloud, Marlene, and
Denzel. I haven't seen any of them for a while, especially Marly and
Denzel. I heard that he's my age; seventeen. It'll be interesting.
Hopefully he'll be able to introduce me to more people my age. Who
knows? He might even hook me up with a lucky find. Which means no
marriage to mystery meat.
As it is, he's at soccer practice right
now and Marly's at a friend's house, so it's just me and Cloud.
Tifa's working downstairs.
Spikey's sitting across from me, in
just a pair of old jeans and white socks.
He has big feet.
And
nice abs, which I would SO be drooooooling over if Tifa didn't have
the hots for him.
As it is, I am just pretending not to be
transfixed.
He's reading a book.
The
Old Man and the Sea,
by Ernest Hemingway. That's what it says. On the cover there's an old
man, water, and a
fish.
Boooooooooriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing.
"Hey,
Cloud?"
"Mnh?"
"What's that book
about?"
"An old man. And a sea. A fish too."
"Wow,
tell me something I don't know..."
"The man's name is
Santiago. The fish is a Marlin."
"Like a big swordfishy
thing?"
"Yes. Like a big swordfishy thing."
"Oh.
Okay... So... is it interesting?"
"Yup."
"Really
interesting?"
"Yup."
"So the guy's fishing
for a Marlin?"
"Yup."
"Why?"
"He's
a fisherman."
"So why doesn't he just get some salmon or
something?"
"He wants to do something
great."
"Huh...like you?"
"What?"
"Well,
you want to do something great too, right?"
"Forget
it. Can you read to me?"
"...Sure. From where I am or
the beginning?"
"Beginning's the best place to start,
Spike-o."
Ugh.
Better go take a shower.
Denzel
had just gotten home after soccer. It had been a grueling workout in
the sun; needless to say, he didn't exactly smell like roses. A few
strands of pale brown hair were sticking to his forehead, the tanned
skin itching to be clean again.
His turquoise eyes closed breifly
as he wiped the hair to one side, practically dragging himself up the
stairs. He felt like he'd just run a marathon- and, to be fair, forty
laps dribbling a ball in the sun wasn't exactly a walk in the
park.
He heard Cloud reading aloud from a book. Something about an
old man and baseball and a boy, and he wondered who Cloud was reading
to. Something stirred in the back of his mind, but he was too tired
to remember that Tifa had told him about someone visiting.
He
grabbed a towel, locking the bathroom door behind him, and then
showered. Once he felt really clean, he got out, sopping wet and clad
in nothing but a faded Bahamut-print towel.
He didn't expect to
find Cloud and Yuffie side-by-side on the couch on his way to his
room, Cloud still reading about an old man.
"Hey,
Cloud...who's- oh, right, Yuffie." Now he remembered. Tifa had
told him she'd be staying here.
"Ssh," Yuffie shushed
him, and made the mistake of looking at the guy.
Let's just say
that if Denzel wasn't adopted, you could say that hot bods ran in the
family.
She tried not to gape, failing miserably, and Denzel
caught her looking. he raised an eyebrow, and she blushed, trying to
focus on Santiago the fisherman and his marlin.
"Take a
picture. It'll last longer," Denzel couldn't help but say it,
smirking, and walked off to his room.
She'd been so busy checking
him out that she hadn't noticed the once-or-thrice-over he gave
her.
Midgar,
seventeenth year of my existence, first diary dayJERK.
I
was SO NOT checking him
out!
...Much.
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