A/N: Hi! Thank you for the reviews! I think I've replied to you all now, but if I haven't, please let me know! I'm sorry! I lose track of these things! At the end of the last chapter I asked you what would be good middle names for Kadaj, Yazoo and Loz, and what their last name would be. The answers where as follows:
Shadray- Bob, Bonnie and Wikipedia as middle names
Auron's Fan- Middle name: Bob Last name: Billy bob
SOMEONE2003: No middle names, last name: Argent (means silver)
Kagura-ness: Last name: Kuro (means black)
I have chosen Shadray as the winner for middle names (cheers) and Auron's fan also chose 'Bob' as a middle name, so cheers for her too (cheers). You two are quite scary in how much you think alike! I was really stuck for last names. I liked the relevant meaning of Argent, but Kadaj B. Kuro also had a ring to it… Lol! I'm flummoxed! If only Kuro meant silver! SP I think I'm going to go for Argent, 'cause it sounds so cool, and also relates to the appearance of the gang. Well done to all contestants, though! It's taken me ages to choose one, 'cause they all rock! Well done! Please take a moment at the end to review and enter the next competition. The names now read
Kadaj Bob Argent, Yazoo Bonnie Argent and Loz Wikipedia Argent! Lol! Thanks guys!
Hope you enjoy the next chapter! Hurray for emos!
Kadaj's First DateRing
Kadaj ran down the stairs.
Ring
"I'll get it! I'll get it! It's for meeee!" he yelled, as he raced to the phone by the couch.
Ri-
"Hey, Loz speaking." His big brother spoke into the red receiver. He ignored an aghast Kadaj who was standing open-mouthed, staring at him as if he'd grown another head. "The Dating Agency? Oh, yeah, Kadaj, it's for you!"
"I'd already figured that much out…" Our silver-haired hero mumbled, "Hullo, this is Kadaj."
"Hmph, there's some poor person that would actually like to go on a date with you."
Kadaj did a little jig before replying, "Ahem. Brilliant! Who are they?"
"We'll send you their details in full. A girl by the name of Katie Beardsley, aged 18-"
"Well, she sounds nice! When can I meet her? Tonight?"
"Ok, I suppose if she's desperate enough to date YOU anyway, but I won't be able to send you her details before the date. I'll tell her to meet you at the restaurant next to the agency at seven o'clock."
"That's great… why are you so mean to me?"
"Well, you see- hahah… HAHAHAHAHAH" She began to laugh maniacally in a gradual crescendo, before slamming down the phone.
'What's with that lady?' Kadaj thought, as he put down the phone, bemused. He glanced down at his watch. Five o'clock. He still had quite a while. 'Damn. I'm too excited to anything!'
"Eh, Kadaj? Have you got a date?" Yazoo asked, in an overly mystical tone.
"Yeah." He replied, smugly. "Katie Beardsley. Seven o'clock."
"Oooh, you'd better get ready! Can I help?" Yazoo had dropped the mysticism now.
"Um, sure, I guess, but we've got ages yet!"
"No we haven't! Jeez! Come on!" Kadaj cast a pleading glance at Loz, who watched with indifference as the feminine fiend dragged away his little brother.
About quarter to seven, Kadaj appeared downstairs, looking and feeling very self-conscious. Yazoo had heard of a new phase that was sweeping the nation: emoism. Yazoo had helped him to dye his hair an unnaturally black black colour, saying that his fringe just leant itself so well to the style. Ignoring Kadaj's alarmed protests, his big brother had applied copious amounts of black eyeliner, to the extent that Kadaj felt more panda than man. He had managed to persuade Yazoo to remove a bit of it. His fingernails were also painted black, and he had donned a tight T-shirt and black trousers in place of his usual leather. Kadaj looked at his feet as Loz gazed at him open-mouthed.
"That's it Kadaj, now you're getting the hang of it! So, like what I've done with him?" Yazoo asked, irrepressible as always.
"He's… um… different?"
"Uh-huh! All nice girls love an emo!" He said, turning to Kadaj "Now, shuffle along to that restaurant! Oh, and I almost forgot! I wrote a poem for you to take and give to her!"
"Um, thanks Yazoo." Kadaj new that he was only trying to be helpful, but this was a bit much. Outside, Kadaj took a minute to read the poem in the soft glow of a street lamp, while looking forlorn (Yazoo's Emo-lesson Number One).
"Your eyes are as bright as a just-caught fish,
And your teeth do sparkle like Gil,
Although my heart is as black as the night,
And as empty as my window-sill,
I'll give you all the love I can,
All my broken heart can muster,
It's not just a bunch of muscles and flesh,
Since the thought of you makes it fluster.
Most of all, I love your hair,
The way it casually flows,
Swinging gently to and fro,
Emanating a golden glow
-Yazoo-(crossed out)Kadaj"
"Maybe this is what girls like…" Kadaj muttered, not at all convinced. "It's got to be worth a try."
He pocketed the poem and wandered over to the small restaurant next to the Agency. He glanced into the empty building as he passed, and swore that he saw a pair of glowing red eyes staring at him from behind the counter, but when he looked again, they had vanished and the place was completely deserted. 'Must be the vapours from my nail polish making me hallucinate' he thought to himself, silently cursing Yazoo. As he neared, he noticed that it wasn't a smart restaurant as he had imagined, but a McDonalds.
'Well, this is where she wanted to go; at least I won't have to worry about going in there dressed like this!' His train of thought was interrupted by the steady click of high-heeled shoes drawing nearer. 'This must be her! Ok, Kadaj, don't panic! She'll love you; Yazoo knows what he's talking about.' He scanned the dark with his mako eyes, and saw her approaching. She was wearing a 'Shinra United' football shirt (with Socca Baba printed on the, um, front…) and a pair of navy tracksuit bottoms.
"Katie?" he asked, as she was about to walk past him.
"Um, yeah, you're not… Kadaj?" She asked, apprehensively.
'See,' he thought, 'She's just as nervous as you! Quick, speak! Give her the poem! Anything!' "Yup! I'm glad to meet you! I've been so nervous about meeting you!"
"But… you said your hair was silver…"
"Oh yeah, I dyed it. What do you think?"
"It's... but… you're an EMO! You- you-" the enraged chav-woman stammered, before imaginatively calling "You EMO!"
"But… Yazoo said that girls like emos! He said-"
"Ew! And you have a boyfriend!" She screeched, whacking him with her miniscule handbag, and flagrantly abusing grammatical reasoning by starting a sentence with 'and'. "How could you!"
"Yazoo is my brother!"
"Ew! You're boyfriend is your BROTHER!"
"No! That's not what I meant! Um, I wrote you a poem?"
Apparently, this was not the time to hand out poems, as she stormed off, leaving a speechless Kadaj in the soft glow of the McDonalds' window.
"Um, hi. I heard you two arguing; bad first date, huh?" A similarly dressed boy, also about 19, asked him.
"Yeah. I just don't get girls!" Kadaj replied, grateful for a fellow 'emo' to discuss his problems with.
"I know. I gave up on girls; too much hassle." He said, glancing up from the floor at our naïve Kadaj.
"If this was anything to go by, I think that I might do the same!" Kadaj sat on the floor, and the emo sat down next to him.
"My name's Callum, by the way. Pleased to meet you…"
"Kadaj."
"So, why don't you just give up on girls? There are more important things… and genders… in life." He said, hopefully.
"My brothers would go up the wall. They were the ones who got me into this. They- wait, what did you say?"
"What do you want to think I said? Anyway, I understand, my Dad got mad 'cause I told him that I'd given up o-"
"Um, I think I've got to go home now… I left the light on… you know; cut down on power, save the planet again… all that Jazz."
"Oh, right! Yeah! See you around!" Callum said, winking.
Kadaj hurriedly walked back home.
When he got back: "YAZZOOOOO!"
A/N: Well, sorry that it was kind of long; I think most of it is author's notes, so: sorry! I'll keep this one short!
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If you had to categorise Final Fantasy 7 characters, who would be what? (E.g. I, insert name here , believe that Barrett would be a Goth.) That was only an example, please don't flame me for it; I don't really believe that Barrett is a Goth…You can choose any five characters.
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