First of all, I do not own Final Fantasy or any of its affiliates or crap
like that. I'm just a lonely little guy with too much time on his
hands.what do you expect? Ok, now that all that legal stuff is out of the
way, this is gonna be the first fanfic that I go through with(hopefully).
I made one before, but it was experimental. And this one is too, sorta.
So..Let's Make it Hap'n Cap'n!!!
Two guys in uniforms stood at a train station. One pulled out a pack of cigarettes.
"Hey, got a light?" Guy 1 asked Guy 2.
Guy 2 pulled out a lighter and lit Guy 1's smoke. Just then a train pulled into the station and stopped. Both Guys ran to the door of the train and stood at attention. The door opened and a HUGE sword swiped at the air above the Guys' heads. Without another word, they Guys bolted. The man wielding the sword jumped off the train. He did several flips in the air and landed on his feet. And you look from his feet up, you can just hear:
"I'm too sexy for my sword, too sexy for my sword. To sexy, yeah!!"
That's because the man with the sword, named Cloud, was singing it. He was dressed in black boots, a black sleeve-less suit with a metal belt, black gloves with metal cuffs, and a metal shoulder pad. He had a funky yellow hair style, and he was carrying a huge sword. Three people stepped off the train and looked at Cloud in his boy band pose. One of them, a big, black guy with a gatling gun attached to his arm, shook his head.
"You could have just stepped off the train like a normal person," he said.
Cloud turned around to him and put away his sword.
"Ok, come here pretty boy," the gun-arm guy said. Cloud trotted over to him. "I'm gonna be frank with you for a sec."
"Ok Frank," Cloud said.
"Shut up. My name is not Frank."
"You just said it was."
"That's not what I meant, you boy band reject," the black guy said, starting to get angry.
"Don't get mad at me if you don't know your own name."
"I know my friggin' name boy."
"Well what is it?
"Barret. I thought we covered this."
"Hi Barret."
"Hi Clou-No!! Stop it! Ok," started Barret, calming down. "Let me put it this way: I don't trust you.at all. You are just some silly, vigilante, runaway N*SYNC member, with a huge sword and a bad haircut. This here-" He pointed to his two companions. "Is Jesse and Biggs. Respect them like you would me. Now let's handle this. And by the way Cloud..what's up with your haircut anyway?"
Cloud gently touched his hair. "What's up with your arm?"
Barret looked at him confused. "What do you mean?" Then Barret looked at his arm and saw that he had no hand, only a gun. "AHHHHHHHH!!!!! Where did this come from?!?! I've got no hand. Where did it gooo?!!!"
Biggs and Jesse laughed and grabbed Barret by his arms and dragged him into the compound behind them.
"This always happens," chuckled Biggs. "Never fails that he'll forget about the transplant. C'mon Cloud."
The four walked into the compound.
Ok, that's the first chapter, and my experimental chapter. Tell me what you think and I'll see if continuing is a good plan.
Two guys in uniforms stood at a train station. One pulled out a pack of cigarettes.
"Hey, got a light?" Guy 1 asked Guy 2.
Guy 2 pulled out a lighter and lit Guy 1's smoke. Just then a train pulled into the station and stopped. Both Guys ran to the door of the train and stood at attention. The door opened and a HUGE sword swiped at the air above the Guys' heads. Without another word, they Guys bolted. The man wielding the sword jumped off the train. He did several flips in the air and landed on his feet. And you look from his feet up, you can just hear:
"I'm too sexy for my sword, too sexy for my sword. To sexy, yeah!!"
That's because the man with the sword, named Cloud, was singing it. He was dressed in black boots, a black sleeve-less suit with a metal belt, black gloves with metal cuffs, and a metal shoulder pad. He had a funky yellow hair style, and he was carrying a huge sword. Three people stepped off the train and looked at Cloud in his boy band pose. One of them, a big, black guy with a gatling gun attached to his arm, shook his head.
"You could have just stepped off the train like a normal person," he said.
Cloud turned around to him and put away his sword.
"Ok, come here pretty boy," the gun-arm guy said. Cloud trotted over to him. "I'm gonna be frank with you for a sec."
"Ok Frank," Cloud said.
"Shut up. My name is not Frank."
"You just said it was."
"That's not what I meant, you boy band reject," the black guy said, starting to get angry.
"Don't get mad at me if you don't know your own name."
"I know my friggin' name boy."
"Well what is it?
"Barret. I thought we covered this."
"Hi Barret."
"Hi Clou-No!! Stop it! Ok," started Barret, calming down. "Let me put it this way: I don't trust you.at all. You are just some silly, vigilante, runaway N*SYNC member, with a huge sword and a bad haircut. This here-" He pointed to his two companions. "Is Jesse and Biggs. Respect them like you would me. Now let's handle this. And by the way Cloud..what's up with your haircut anyway?"
Cloud gently touched his hair. "What's up with your arm?"
Barret looked at him confused. "What do you mean?" Then Barret looked at his arm and saw that he had no hand, only a gun. "AHHHHHHHH!!!!! Where did this come from?!?! I've got no hand. Where did it gooo?!!!"
Biggs and Jesse laughed and grabbed Barret by his arms and dragged him into the compound behind them.
"This always happens," chuckled Biggs. "Never fails that he'll forget about the transplant. C'mon Cloud."
The four walked into the compound.
Ok, that's the first chapter, and my experimental chapter. Tell me what you think and I'll see if continuing is a good plan.