Hi everyone! Lazy chapter, just getting back into school...report cards...boo! Also, the purchase of Angel season 3.


Reno leaned forward in his seat, fists clamped tightly over his acceptance speech flashcards. Rude sat next to him, unemotional as far as anyone could see, because his eyes were hidden.

Elena looked up at Tseng with puppy dog eyes, hoping that by looking this way, Tseng would change the results in her favour.

Cissnei brushed loose hair behind her ear, and twiddled her thumbs, looking nervous.

And Tseng. Either he knew the results and wasn't happy, knew the results, and was trying to stay cool, or had no idea at all. His hands shook slightly as he opened up the envelope for the one category he had a chance in.

"The winner is…Reno!?" Tseng shook his head, and pulled a trophy from the podium to hand to the unruly Turk as he jumped onstage. The audience clapped for him as he took a bow and tapped the microphone.

"Hey everyone…what an honor this is. I finally won something! I knew those years of hard work would one day pay off!"

Tseng coughed into his sleeve, but everyone could clearly hear him saying, "hardly working."

"As I was saying." Reno said, "Thanks to my mom, and to the Prez, who somehow decided to let Tseng, or the Green Monkey Heidegger, or whoever, hire me. Also to Tifa, who only kicked me out of her bar once."

He paused, "Okay, three times. But who's counting. Also to my partner Rude, for being there to blame stuff on, and for back up and stuff. And finally to the moron who decided to create an award show."

He smiled satisfactorily, and was making his way offstage when Kunsel grabbed him and pulled him around the corner of a pillar.

"What were you thinking!?" he whispered.

"It's all gonna be censored on TV, anyways. Who gives a crap what I said?" Reno whispered back.

"The network does! I do! And it's all LIVE, you half-wit!" Kunsel turned from Reno, rubbed his forehead, and shuffled back to his room.

Onstage, things were going slightly smoother. Slightly. Choco Bill and Choco Billy were introducing the award for best mode of transportation.

"And that's how you breed for a black chocobo." said Billy, in conclusion. He could hear some audience members snoring, but he didn't care.

"So, the nominees are Fenrir, that's Cloud's bike, and one wing?…And a Chocobo! Yeah, Chocobos are a great mode of transportation, as you can ride him or her through low-"

"Get on with it!" hissed Kunsel angrily.

"Alright, alright. And the last nominee is the Highwind!"

The audience clapped, and Choco Bill opened the envelope. A handful of Mimett greens fell out of it.

"Sorry, I must've forgotten I left that there…the winner for best transportation is the…Fenrir! Damn!" He shouted.

Cid swore under his breath, and a group of Chocobos looked sadly at the ground. Cloud stood up to accept the award for his bike. The screen flashed with several pictures of the bike, and while some nodded in appreciation of the bike, others shook their heads in disappointment. Choco Billy looked ashamed, and Cid swore again.

"Thanks…" Cloud said, taking his, what? Third-and-a-half award? Well, whatever the award, he took it back to his seat quietly, and Genesis stood to do his part in the show. He was to announce the winner for the category 'best spin-off'.

"This category speaks of the stories that stemmed from the original. Prequels or sequels, they kept the Final Fantasy VII story and fandom alive for a dozen years now. I am here to award the strongest, most appreciated of these stories. May it be mine, or Vincent Valentine's, I do not know. Infinite in mystery is the gift of the Goddess. We seek it thus-"

"Get to the point, already. It's an award show, not a poetry contest!" Kunsel whisper-shouted across the room. Genesis paused, hands in a dramatic expression, envelope in one hand. He stopped talking, and lowered his hands awkwardly.

"Anyways, the nominees are Crisis Core, Advent Children, Dirge of Cerberus, and Before Crisis. The winner is..."


Smiles, everyone. I'm thinking 6-7 more chapters. That or I just kill it off early. I REALLY want to write High School Musical!

That was a joke. I am determined to finish, if it kills me and I have to hire other people to write in my place. =D

Fun stuff.