Wow! I can't believe you guys actually read something I wrote! I'm flattered and grateful! Any comments are cherished! Should I repost the first chapter to fix my errors? Best Wishes!

Cloud was torn somewhere between feelings of amazement and horrification as he stood in line at the Square Enix Reiyâ convention in Shibuya. He glanced up ahead of him and then behind. In every seven cosplayers he saw one person who actually looked like the character they were portraying. For the most part it was a mix of random ill-suited masquerades.

"Exciting, eh?" Cid guffawed, swinging his makeshift spear in the air over his head.

"Thrilling," Cloud remarked quietly. It came out a bit more sarcastic then he meant for it to be.

Relying mainly on their looks, the two had nothing exciting going in the costume department. Cid had actually convinced Cloud to go from Crisis Core. He felt quite ridiculous as he stood in his blue handy man jumpsuit. They had taped cardboard at the top to look like shoulder-guards. Surprisingly, he wasn't the worst looking blonde there. At least he was unique. And besides, he had his hair down to an art; it stood up of it's own accord and needed no extra styling. He'd spent the better part of his life trying to tame it flat.

"It is isn't it?" his friend laughed, stomping his foot. Cid's costume was relatively simple: blue shirt, brown cargos and goggles. He was the captain of the airship Shera.

"What do we do?" Cloud asked glancing up at the looming registration table in front of him, "I can't even speak Japanese that well."

"Leave it to me pal," Cid grinned. Regardless of the fact that he had lived here for a year and a half, Cloud was still struggling. He was able to understand a lot, but speak less. Cid fortunately was quite fluent. He smiled at the women sitting at the table. "Hiya there," he switched tongues and winked at them.

"Write you name down here, tomodachisan," the closest woman said pointing to a long list, "and your character please.

"Can I sign my friend in too?" Cid said pointing to Cloud.

"Hmn," the woman nodded.

"Thanks," he answered scribbling their names down. The woman gave them a number and they were led into the courtyard were the convention was being held.

This is too much, Cloud thought, I be marked as a nerd forever.

Cid, however was ecstatic, "This is so great! Look at the board there. Our audition times are listed. If they like us we'll get through to the next round. Mine's in ten minutes. Lucky, yeah?"

"Mine's in three hours."

"Cool. When I'm done we can scout people out," Cid said looking for the stage he was performing on.

Cloud was actually grateful he'd get to see his friend go first. Maybe then he could figure out what the hell he was supposed to be doing here.

"Over here, I guess," Cid pointed to a small stage with a huge crowd gathered around it. The two made their way over just in time to hear the captain's number called out.

"S072432 Cid Highwind, P904027..."

Cloud tuned out the rest of numbers and names being read. He watched supportively as Cid clambered his way on stage and began his performance. It seemed like the people nearby kept pressing closer against him. He couldn't make out what was happening or see his friend. Annoyed, he pushed back at the surrounding. imposters and was able to catch a clear cry of : "SIT YOUR ASS DOWN IN THAT CHAIR AND DRINK YOUR GODDAMN TEA!"

"Wow," someone beside him cooed in Japanese, "He's a great Cid, I feel like I've known him forever."

She was short and thin and had glorious jet black hair that barley touched her neck. Beneath her layered bangs was a headband.

" Kisaragi San?" Cloud stuttered in his shy Japanese.

The girl looked at him with bright brown eyes." Oh hey, I'm Ky…" she started, "um yeah…Yuffie. Cloud? Wow, I've never seen anything like it! You're him! You're really him! You're better than Cid! You look exactly like him! Finally! Where have you been?"

Cloud was still translating the girl's fast speech in his mind when something hard clapped his back.

"Well hey there little lady," Cid said. His accent was ridiculous, but natural unfortunately. He examined Yuffie quickly and shook his head, "Well, I'll be damned. It's you."

"Did you make it?" The girl quirked up, clutching Cloud's arm and blinking at Cid.

He grinned triumphantly and held up a plastic pass, " Round two for me."

"Wow, you must be good. They don't hand out many of those so early in the day."

"There's no one better than me girly," Cid said.

OhGodOhGodOhGod,

Cloud thought to himself as he stood on the stage. His knees were shaking as he tried to steady his breathing.

A tall man with dark brown hair was on the stage opposite him. If he had to guess, he'd have to say the man was trying to be Zack Fair. He'd done a horrible job though.

Yuffie and Cid were smiling and cheering from the crowd.

"Kill 'em Cloudy!" Yuffie's voice rang out above the other noises.

The brunette positioned himself on the ground and they began. All was silent as Cloud slowly crept next to him, mid-stage.

"Zack," he whispered

"For the both of us," The man returned.

"Both of us?"

Good? Bad?

I wasn't sure what to categorize this story as..

~Owari