A/N: Hi! This could well be the last chapter of this fic. Wow! I've never completed a non-one shot story before! nn Awesome! Hope that you enjoy it! Again, mild shounen-ai warning… Sorry if it's not your thing! I won't blame you for not reviewing! Lol! Thank you all for reviewing so far, though! nn It's really appreciated! I loved writing this chapter! Oh, and here are the results of the poll!

Kadaj: Two votes (Three, including mine!)

Sephiroth: One Vote

Yazoo/ Loz: None. They're not sexy.

In the women's league (why's this starting to sound like the Olympics?), Tifa wins, followed by Aeris, who, apparently, might have come first, had it not been for her being dead, as thismeans that she is probably rotting and mouldy. Lol! I loved that review! (No, I'm not an Aeris hater, it was just bloody funny!)

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Ring Ring

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Ring Ring

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Ring Ring

"Kadaj? Don't you want to see if that's the Dating Agency?"

"Huh? Oh, right, yeah…" Kadaj had been in a daze ever since his last date…

Ring- "Hullo. Kadaj here."

"Not so full of pep today, huh? Well, I've got a date for you to cheer you up! Meet her at that small Café near the town centre at 1:00 for lunch tomorrow. Maybe you can actually say something right for once!"

"Hey! There's no need to be mean! What's the matter with you? Oh no; you're going to start laughing, aren't yo-"

"Muahahaha!"

"…Damn."

1:15

She should be here by now. I wonder why she's late. Why don't I care that she's late? Kadaj thought to himself, absent-mindedly.

"Hi, hun! Sorry I'm late!" a shrill, girly voice reached his ears, interrupting his thoughts sharply.

"Oh, uh, hi…. I'm Kadaj."

"Well, duh! I'm Barbara, but you can call me Barbie for short!" she giggled profusely at this.

"Um, thanks… Shall we go inside?" He asked, tentatively. She was wearing a rather short pink skirt and white blouse. She had a ridiculously small handbag, in which was a ridiculously small dog. It barked, well, squeaked at him, as he took her coat.

"Oh, I'm sowwy! Didn't I intwoduce you to your new Daddy?" She asked, in an octave that humans simply aren't supposed to converse in.

"Um, I don't think you have..." said a confused Kadaj. She laughed shrilly, and he winced.

"Hihihhihihihihih! I was talking to my darling ickle Lothar! Wasn't I? Wasn't I?"

"Um, ok…"

"Kadajie, meet Lothar! He's my baby! Now he has a Daddy to look after him, too!"

Kadaj blanched as she thrust the dog up at his face. "Great."

"It is, isn't it? I can just tell that it's going to work out! We'll get married, Lothar can be the best man, we'll adopt a Caribbean kid-"

"Woah! Where's all this coming from?"

"Ahihihihihhihi! Well, I don't want to spoil my figure, do I? Anyway, Caribbean kids are all the fashion."

Kadaj sighed; the quicker this was over, the better. He glanced around the café as she burbled on about some kind of castle-slash-kennel that she simply must buy for Lothar. He caught sight of some black hair outside, and spun round in his seat to see, but it was just a businessman. Kadaj sighed, for a minute then he had thought that- No! He couldn't think like that! It wasn't natural. Besides, he was on a date with a gorgeous woman… who was obsessed with her dog, and was already talking about getting married… joy.

He looked at her face; she was pretty. Very pretty, for that matter. Her bleach- blonde hair has slightly wavy, and framed her delicate face perfectly. Her eyes were a chocolaty brown, and they sparkled gently. Callum tastes like chocolate. Damn it! Focus on Barbie! Her long legs stretched out under the table, bronze and silky. She had the figure of a model in every respect (indeed, if he had been listening to a word of her waffling, he would have learnt that she had won a number of contests). Why is it that I don't feel a damned thing for her, then? I felt something with Callum. Stop! Pull yourself together, Kadaj! The confused young man shook his head in an effort to dispel these new thoughts running amok in his brain.

"… and I was, like, sooo happy, 'cause…"

Argh! I can't stand this any longer!

"So that's when I first met my dawling ickle Lothar."

What's so great about a dumb dog, anyway? Its eyes are too big for it's head… Callum has big eyes, but they just look sweet.

"But enough about me, tell me about yourself!"

"I'm gay."

"Oh."

"See you."

Kadaj walked out, as surprised at his revelation as much as she was. She fed Lothar the rest of his cake, before storming out herself, muttering shrilly to her beloved dog.

Jeez, why me! Why am I starting to feel this now? Kadaj ignored the small voice inside him that said that it was because Callum was perfect in every way. I just don't get it- What the hell? Kadaj had another surprise, as everything around him stopped, as if someone had just reached for the remote and paused the movie.

"Muahahaha!"

"Bloody hell! Not you!" This was definately NOT Kadaj's day.

"Yes, it is I!" the counter-lady proclaimed, her eyes glowing a devious red. "Do you now know why I was sent to you?"

"What?"

"…I'll take that as a 'no'. I was sent by God to help you!"

"Pardon my saying, but you don't exactly seem like the ideal candidate of His heavenly kingdom."

"I don't belong to His kingdom; I am a demon." She said, half patronising, half mocking… if there's a difference.

"Then why the heck were you sent by him?"

"Community service." The demon spat. "I was sent to do a good deed; to help someone to find their true love to repay my past sins."

"Well, you haven't done a very good job of it, have you? Turns out, I'm gay!"

"And who do you think helped you to realise this by giving you rubbish dates and helping you to meet your soul mate?"

"What?"

"That's right! Now I am free of hell; I have worked off my debt to the angelic society, and I am going to hide out in Australia, where I can steal all the crabs I want! Muahahaha!" The demon vanished with a small puff of smoke, and as it's cackling faded, the world went whirring back into motion.

Kadaj felt his heart sink: now how was he going to find Callum. He had no idea where he lived, or how to contact him. Downhearted, he wondered whether he would ever see him again.

Kadaj put his hands in his pockets and stared at the ground. Huh? He drew a small piece of paper from the depths of his pocket. Kadaj looked at it in surprise then smiled.

35 Willstreet Avenue,

Sector 2,

West Midgar.

7:00

Don't you dare be late; it must have taken me at least ten minutes to orderthe pizza!

Callum. X

Back at home…

"Home already? What did you do this time?"

Kadaj grinned, "She wasn't the one for me, put it that way. However, I do have another date at seven, which I imagine will go considerably better."

"Oh no, not another poor girl for you to leave?"

"No, don't worry. Will you help me with my emo-makeup again?"

Yazoo looked puzzled, before agreeing with a"Yay!"

6:45

I'm early. Hope he doesn't mind…

Knock Knock

"One sec!" Callum's voice drifted from within the small house. Kadaj heard hurried footsteps draw nearer, before a crash of something falling off a shelf, and Callum swearing vehemently. He rushed to open the door. "Hi!"

"Hi!" Kadaj replied, breathlessly.

"Come in!"

"This is your own place?" Kadaj asked, amazed, as he took off his shoes.

"Yup! My Dad kicked me out about a year ago because of my, um, tendencies, so I moved into my gran's old house…" Callum trailed off.

"Ah, um, sorry."

"Put it this way, I'd rather be having a date with you than another argument with him!"

Kadaj laughed and turned around, only to find himself face to face with Callum. How the hell did he get that close?

Callum wrapped his arms around the slightly shorter boys waist, and inclined his head slightly. Their lips met and they kissed, making Kadaj feel giddy as they drew apart.

You know what, I don't care…

...Hmm, Callum tastes like chocolate.