"Boarding for Flight A724 will commence in half an hour. Would all passengers please check their luggage and…" Yazoo gritted his teeth. Apparently the airport staff had not learned their lesson.

Perhaps it's just because Sephiroth is so obvious, he thought. Pulling out his Velvet Nightmare, he aimed at the wall outlet where the intercom was plugged in, pulled the trigger, and watched in satisfaction as the annoying device exploded (along with most of the wall, the desk, and the reception area).

Yazoo holstered his gunblade again and nodded in satisfaction. Much more subtle. He turned around and bumped into Loz, who was carrying his favorite pink security blanket. Yazoo rolled his eyes. "Must you carry that embarrassing rag around wherever we go? What happened to the nice purple one I gave you for your birthday?"

Loz sniffled. "I washed it."

Yazoo was confused. "And…?"

A tear rolled down Loz's face. "Well, it was still wet, so I thought I would dry it off."

Yazoo had a very bad feeling about where this conversation was going. "What…um…what did you dry it with?"

Loz couldn't contain himself anymore. He began sobbing, the words tumbling out from underneath the waterfall. "I'm sorry, 'Zoo. I didn't mean to ruin it. Honestly, I didn't. It was such a pretty…"

"LOZ! WHAT DID YOU DRY IT WITH?" shouted Yazoo.

Loz gave him big puppy eyes and a very convincing lower lip tremble. "A fire materia."

"WHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?"

At this outburst, Loz began blubbering again. "I want Mommy," he cried.

Yazoo patted him on the shoulder, still angry about the destruction of his thoughtful gift, but wanting to calm Loz down before Kadaj arrived and yelled at them both. "Loz, Mommy is still in a box somewhere."

Loz threw himself to the floor and began beating his fists against it. Yazoo noticed with some apprehension that his socks were beginning to get wet and doubled his efforts to calm his bawling brother. Suddenly, he heard a voice.

"Brother, what is going on here?" Kadaj stomped up to the two and cast a critical glance at the rising water level in the terminal. "He told you about the little accident, did he?" Yazoo nodded.

Finally, Kadaj got fed up with the temper tantrum (he hated wearing wet leather) and pointed his finger at Loz. "Stop this nonsense at once!" he commanded. Loz was startled and quit crying as a bright green flash emitted from Kadaj's arm; a dark cloud began forming near the high ceiling of the terminal.

"Oops," said Kadaj. "I knew I should have taken that materia out of my arm…"

"Kadaj, what did you do?" Yazoo asked. "What type of materia was that?"

Kadaj's eyes darted around the terminal, where people were teaching their children how to swim. After a long pause, he answered Yazoo's question. "A summon materia."

"WHAT DID YOU SUMMON?" shouted Yazoo, not sure he wanted to hear the answer.

Kadaj smiled weakly. "Uh…Bahamut."

"WHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?" Yazoo's second outburst of the day was drowned out by the familiar screech of the summoned beast. He slumped into a nearby chair. "Why is it always me?"

Yazoo looked up again as a heavy THUMP came from Bahamut's vicinity, along with a gigantic crackling noise and blue glow. "Oh, great," he said. "Look, Kadaj. It's Chocobo Hair."

Indeed it was, stepping off (well, trying to step off. He was so preoccupied with fixing his hair that he misjudged the distance to the floor and fell flat on his face) the slaughtered beast and sheathing his sword.

Yazoo looked at the halfway demolished airport terminal, sighed, and buried his face in his hands. "Loz, can I borrow your blanket for a sec?"