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Title: December 19, 2008: RenoxYazoo
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII/AC
Warnings: None, except implications that Yazoo is obsessed with Reno.
Summary: Also based in the Flowers’ unviverse.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the concept.
Written for December 19, 2008, in celebration of the year ending/Christmas.
Prompt: After being stalked by Yazoo for a long time, Reno decides to do some stalking of his own and spooks out Yazoo in the process
Yazoo’s eyes were as wide as dinner plates as he gaped over Loz’s shoulder, staring at the redhead grinning at him behind the potted plant. Reno smirked, wiggling his fingers at Yazoo in a cocky little wave before disappearing completely behind the plant. Kadaj paused eating to look at his brother, raising an eyebrow at the longer-haired one, his fork halfway to his mouth.
“Something wrong?” He asked, tracing Yazoo’s gaze to the plant and seeing nothing unusual. He wiped his mouth with a napkin, setting his fork down on his plate as he smirked at his brother. “Is there something in the potted plant scaring you?” Kadaj teased, eyes glinting. At that moment, Reno chose to poke his face around the plant’s leaves and made a face.
Seeing the redhead peeking out behind the leaves made Yazoo’s face go pale, and his eyes to widen even more, if possible. Kadaj tilted his head and looked at the potted plant again, but before he could even move, Reno ducked behind it, leaving Kadaj to catch only a glimpse of long red hair swishing out of the corner of his eye as the Turk darted out of view.
The youngest clone let out a loud chuckle that disturbed most of the restaurant, looking at Yazoo with a toothy grin. “Payback’s a bitch, eh?”
Prompt: Not being familiar with Christmas, Yazoo asks his brothers and Seph for a Christmas gift for Reno, but eventually goes to Cloud.
From reading books and watching movies, Yazoo had managed to catch a tiny glimpse of understanding on what Christmas was and how it was celebrated. Christmas was a holiday on which people gave extravagant gifts to each other and encouraged good will between family and friends. It also involved a creepy old man dressed in red and white who watched your every move and crept into your house one night a year to deliver ‘presents’ if you were good, but the clone was going to ignore that part in favor of fostering good will with his special ‘friend’.
However, since the closest thing Yazoo had to a family was Kadaj and Loz, and he had never had a friend before he decided to attach himself to Reno, he had no clue on how to go about fostering good will between them, much less pick out a present that would make the redhead squeal and turn red like those women did in the movies. Therefore, in the best interests of the entire world, he began to ask around. He started with Loz, the crybaby had a better grasp on the inner-workings of humanity than he did, though he was better at putting what little he did understand into use.
He found his brother sitting on one of the couches outside of the Turk’s lounge. “Loz...” He started to ask, blinking as his brother burst into tears, throwing himself at him. He blinked again as he stumbled back, Loz’s muscular arms wrapped around his neck, his face in his chest as he cried his heart out. Yazoo sweatdropped, reluctantly patting the sobbing clone’s back. “Don’t cry Loz.”
After finally disentangling himself from Loz two hours later, Yazoo decided that maybe Kadaj would’ve been a better choice. It only took five minutes of searching to find the younger clone. He was hiding in the women’s bathroom on the accountant’s floor. The older clone thought that maybe Zack was giving him a bit too much trouble this holiday season because Kadaj hadn’t actually came home to their apartment since December began, choosing instead to split his time between hiding in Sephiroth, Cloud and Reno’s apartments.
Kadaj looked up as he forced open the door to his stall, a terrified look on his face before he saw who it was. He sighed in relief, glaring up at Yazoo, and the door, which was ripped halfway off the hinges. “What do you want?” He demanded, scowling up at the older clone.
“What should I get Reno for Christmas?” Yazoo asked, running a hand through his hair. Kadaj’s scowl grew darker. “You sought me out just to ask me that? How the hell should I know what you should get? He’s your obsession, not mine.” Kadaj froze as Zack’s head peeked through the door, the previous terrified expression making a second appearance on his face. Before Yazoo could ask anything else, he was left standing alone in the ladies bathroom, watching the door attempt to shut on Zack’s unconscious form covered in boot-prints.
Seeing that neither of his brothers were going to be of any help, Yazoo set out to find Sephiroth, who was exactly where he expected him to be, setting fire to his paperwork in his office. He didn’t look up, or make any signs of acknowledgement as Yazoo stepped into his office and quietly shut the door behind him. After a few moments of leaning against the door and quietly watching Sephiroth take great joy in letting Zack’s mission reports burst into flame, Yazoo finally spoke up.
“Do you know what I should get Reno for Christmas?” He asked quietly, watching Sephiroth carefully shred one of Loz’s handwritten reports onto the blaze cheerfully burning in the wastebasket. Sephiroth slowly turned his head, regarding him as he would a bug. Yazoo was barely able to keep from shivering, the coldness in Sephiroth’s eyes being much greater than any of theirs.
“No.” He stated simply, then went back to pushing papers into the fire. Yazoo’s shoulders slumped as he realized that he was left with only one choice, well technically he could go to one of the other Turks and ask, but he wasn’t that desperate. Yet.
He ran into Cloud as he was walking out of Sephiroth’s office, and was inwardly relieved that he would not have to scour the building for the small blonde. Cloud, as it turned out, was looking for Zack, but was willing to spend a few moments answering Yazoo’s question.
“What does Reno want for Christmas?” Cloud repeated, blinking at the silver haired clone. Yazoo nodded, trying not to be too hopeful, after all, if his family didn’t have an answer, why would Cloud? The blonde tilted his head to the side, biting his lip as he considered what he knew about the red-haired Turk. Suddenly, he nodded. “Why don’t you try giving him a Fire-materia? Or one of the fire-related summon materia, he seems to have an odd fascination with fire.”
Cloud didn’t even have time to squeak before Yazoo was on him, glomping him for all he was worth. After seven bone-breaking minutes, he released the blonde and skipped off to find Reno’s present.
My Yazoo Muse ran away with me on the last one, which took forever to write.
This was actually written the day it was supposed to, I think, but I got distracted.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII/AC
Warnings: None, except implications that Yazoo is obsessed with Reno.
Summary: Also based in the Flowers’ unviverse.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the concept.
Written for December 19, 2008, in celebration of the year ending/Christmas.
Prompt: After being stalked by Yazoo for a long time, Reno decides to do some stalking of his own and spooks out Yazoo in the process
Yazoo’s eyes were as wide as dinner plates as he gaped over Loz’s shoulder, staring at the redhead grinning at him behind the potted plant. Reno smirked, wiggling his fingers at Yazoo in a cocky little wave before disappearing completely behind the plant. Kadaj paused eating to look at his brother, raising an eyebrow at the longer-haired one, his fork halfway to his mouth.
“Something wrong?” He asked, tracing Yazoo’s gaze to the plant and seeing nothing unusual. He wiped his mouth with a napkin, setting his fork down on his plate as he smirked at his brother. “Is there something in the potted plant scaring you?” Kadaj teased, eyes glinting. At that moment, Reno chose to poke his face around the plant’s leaves and made a face.
Seeing the redhead peeking out behind the leaves made Yazoo’s face go pale, and his eyes to widen even more, if possible. Kadaj tilted his head and looked at the potted plant again, but before he could even move, Reno ducked behind it, leaving Kadaj to catch only a glimpse of long red hair swishing out of the corner of his eye as the Turk darted out of view.
The youngest clone let out a loud chuckle that disturbed most of the restaurant, looking at Yazoo with a toothy grin. “Payback’s a bitch, eh?”
Prompt: Not being familiar with Christmas, Yazoo asks his brothers and Seph for a Christmas gift for Reno, but eventually goes to Cloud.
From reading books and watching movies, Yazoo had managed to catch a tiny glimpse of understanding on what Christmas was and how it was celebrated. Christmas was a holiday on which people gave extravagant gifts to each other and encouraged good will between family and friends. It also involved a creepy old man dressed in red and white who watched your every move and crept into your house one night a year to deliver ‘presents’ if you were good, but the clone was going to ignore that part in favor of fostering good will with his special ‘friend’.
However, since the closest thing Yazoo had to a family was Kadaj and Loz, and he had never had a friend before he decided to attach himself to Reno, he had no clue on how to go about fostering good will between them, much less pick out a present that would make the redhead squeal and turn red like those women did in the movies. Therefore, in the best interests of the entire world, he began to ask around. He started with Loz, the crybaby had a better grasp on the inner-workings of humanity than he did, though he was better at putting what little he did understand into use.
He found his brother sitting on one of the couches outside of the Turk’s lounge. “Loz...” He started to ask, blinking as his brother burst into tears, throwing himself at him. He blinked again as he stumbled back, Loz’s muscular arms wrapped around his neck, his face in his chest as he cried his heart out. Yazoo sweatdropped, reluctantly patting the sobbing clone’s back. “Don’t cry Loz.”
After finally disentangling himself from Loz two hours later, Yazoo decided that maybe Kadaj would’ve been a better choice. It only took five minutes of searching to find the younger clone. He was hiding in the women’s bathroom on the accountant’s floor. The older clone thought that maybe Zack was giving him a bit too much trouble this holiday season because Kadaj hadn’t actually came home to their apartment since December began, choosing instead to split his time between hiding in Sephiroth, Cloud and Reno’s apartments.
Kadaj looked up as he forced open the door to his stall, a terrified look on his face before he saw who it was. He sighed in relief, glaring up at Yazoo, and the door, which was ripped halfway off the hinges. “What do you want?” He demanded, scowling up at the older clone.
“What should I get Reno for Christmas?” Yazoo asked, running a hand through his hair. Kadaj’s scowl grew darker. “You sought me out just to ask me that? How the hell should I know what you should get? He’s your obsession, not mine.” Kadaj froze as Zack’s head peeked through the door, the previous terrified expression making a second appearance on his face. Before Yazoo could ask anything else, he was left standing alone in the ladies bathroom, watching the door attempt to shut on Zack’s unconscious form covered in boot-prints.
Seeing that neither of his brothers were going to be of any help, Yazoo set out to find Sephiroth, who was exactly where he expected him to be, setting fire to his paperwork in his office. He didn’t look up, or make any signs of acknowledgement as Yazoo stepped into his office and quietly shut the door behind him. After a few moments of leaning against the door and quietly watching Sephiroth take great joy in letting Zack’s mission reports burst into flame, Yazoo finally spoke up.
“Do you know what I should get Reno for Christmas?” He asked quietly, watching Sephiroth carefully shred one of Loz’s handwritten reports onto the blaze cheerfully burning in the wastebasket. Sephiroth slowly turned his head, regarding him as he would a bug. Yazoo was barely able to keep from shivering, the coldness in Sephiroth’s eyes being much greater than any of theirs.
“No.” He stated simply, then went back to pushing papers into the fire. Yazoo’s shoulders slumped as he realized that he was left with only one choice, well technically he could go to one of the other Turks and ask, but he wasn’t that desperate. Yet.
He ran into Cloud as he was walking out of Sephiroth’s office, and was inwardly relieved that he would not have to scour the building for the small blonde. Cloud, as it turned out, was looking for Zack, but was willing to spend a few moments answering Yazoo’s question.
“What does Reno want for Christmas?” Cloud repeated, blinking at the silver haired clone. Yazoo nodded, trying not to be too hopeful, after all, if his family didn’t have an answer, why would Cloud? The blonde tilted his head to the side, biting his lip as he considered what he knew about the red-haired Turk. Suddenly, he nodded. “Why don’t you try giving him a Fire-materia? Or one of the fire-related summon materia, he seems to have an odd fascination with fire.”
Cloud didn’t even have time to squeak before Yazoo was on him, glomping him for all he was worth. After seven bone-breaking minutes, he released the blonde and skipped off to find Reno’s present.
My Yazoo Muse ran away with me on the last one, which took forever to write.
This was actually written the day it was supposed to, I think, but I got distracted.
