Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII; I am just another humble fangirl.
A/N This one didn't come easy, but I took a little inspiration from wanting to kill my DNA project. I was up pretty late last night making it and have officially decided that I hated my project. So for revenge against Biology, I give you death by fangirls! To clarify I do take notes in class for all concerned.
Silva looked around annoyed, flicking some of her hair out of her face and sighing, guest lectures were boring enough as it was. It was worse that there evil Biology teacher was making them take notes of all things, why did Shin-Ra do these lecture tours? At least when the SOLDIERs came it was rather enjoyable to watch. She sighed looking up at the board for a moment, before looking back down at her drawing of the gorgeous Lieutenant Zack Fair. The short bizarre guy was going on about mako's interaction with DNA.
She sighed looking back up again, Hojo was drawing on the board, "now then who can tell me what this is?" He drew a blob next to the DNA. "You the one drawing on her paper," he looked at her.
"Um, uh, an enzyme?" Silva replied hastily.
"Correct," he smirked continuing to draw.
She looked at her paper, her perfect drawing ruined by his question; Zack's face had pencil all over it along with smudges. Growling she glared at the back of Hojo's head, he would pay for that, big time. The bell rang and she stood up making her way over to the door, hastily looking around and holding the door open for Hojo.
He didn't say anything as he walked out, she watched him go down the hall, at the very farthest end of the hall she could see Zack Fair, in the flesh standing there. She made sure Hojo was almost down where Zack seemed to be waiting for him. "Hey everyone it's Zack Fair!"
There was a collective shriek from the female contingent on that floor; slowly a rumble arose from the far side of campus as a wall of people came cramming into the hallway with Silva at the head.
Zack looked up confused before smiling his most charming as they thronged around him, everyone shoving paper with phone numbers under his nose. "Hey ladies calm down, I was just here to pick up Hojo, where'd the geezer go?"
The group moved as he walked past them to a rather large pool of blood where Hojo had been pounded into the tile by a gaggle of around a hundred or so girls with rather heavy backpacks. However he was still somehow breathing, which was a small coincidence. Zack bent down, "ah well sucks to be him. So then I gotta go, see ya!" He put on a prince charming smile and pulled out a lone piece of paper with his phone number on it. It was purely for the amusement of them to say they had his number, they never actually called.
He tossed it into the air before disappearing out the window; Silva jumped and caught it, which was when the rest of the group had an evil eye. They started creeping forward before the game of 'catch the one with the number' began. Silva ran over Hojo's unconscious body before leading the group around the campus pounding over Hojo every lap. About the third pass he finally died from the body trauma.
