Why the FF7 Cast Shouldn't Have Gone To Australia

Chapter 1 Sephiroth

Disclaimer: look I'm not that lucky to own the ff7 ac cast, if I did then it wouldn't be a fanfiction.

Summary: the ff7 ac cast go on vacation to Australia after the movie…put it this way, mistaken genders, beer and Australian hilarity go a long way in this story.

Wolf Ravensoul gave me this idea and this is dedicated to him…

It starts…

Sephiroth sighed in relief as he got off the plane, that Jenova forsaken movie was over and done with he finally had some peace. So much so that he'd travelled a thousand miles to prove his point. As did the rest of the cast to get away from the sixteen hour days with hardly any food or peace. Finally it was over.

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The first thing the tall silver haired man did was hunt down a bar, after the 13 hour flight he needed the sweet taste of alcohol to keep his sanity. So naturally as he saw the 'Fosters' sign outside a bar he went in. Remember this bar is in the back ass of nowhere and about fifty miles from civilisation…perfect in case of an 'accident.'

Everyone looked up at the new arrival before going back to their drinks, they really couldn't care less that a six foot three man with long silver hair in leather and a sword sheathed to his back entered the bar…damn were they uninterested.

He let out another breath and sat down after getting a beer and promptly downing the contents before getting another. A few moments later a man sat down beside him and greeted him after sticking the knife he had into the table.

"G'day mate me name's Mick, haven't saw you 'round before, where ya from?" he asked in the traditional Aussie way.

"I'm here on vacation and just out of curiosity is that supposed to be a knife?" Sephiroth asked with an evil smirk looking down at the 12 inch knife inlaid into the table.

"Yeah this is a knife mate, nothin' around here is better," Mick answered back pulling the knife out of the table and threw it at the dartboard, landing it straight into the centre. Sephiroth scoffed.

"You call that a knife," he laughed and thumped his fist off the table, still cackling manically, "now that cracks me up."

Mick scowled at the silver haired man, if any thing pissed him off, it was people who insulted the knife. I mean when faced with a twelve inch blade, who in their right mind would?

"Yeah I do, why?" he snapped back at Sephiroth.

"This..." he said pulling out him five foot long masumune blade and threw it at the dartboard, where it sliced Mick's knife in half as if it was butter, "…is a knife."

The whole bar went silent before some random person clapped at the very smug looking Sephiroth who bowed at the awestruck expressions. Mick's jaw hit the ground.

"I have to go now," and with that he ran out of the bar with his knife which was sliced in two.

"Well that was entertaining," Sephiroth said before sitting down to finish the rest of his beer.