ardwynna (ardwynna) wrote in areyougame, @ 2010-02-15 14:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | *final fantasy vii: ac, author: ardwynna |
[Final Fantasy VII] Remnant 6
Title: Remnant 6
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children
Character: Yazoo
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 440
Prompt: Yazoo gets a job
Notes: Due yesterday. >_> Follows Loz and Kadaj's forays into the world of gainful employment.
The shack was quiet without the other two in it. Loz spent most afternoons ‘drinking with the boys’, as he called it. He wasn’t around for teasing much anymore and didn’t care as much about it when he was. Kadaj was busy, always busy, bouncing between one job and the next, though this latest one with Kalm Fried Chocobo seemed to be working out okay.
But Yazoo was bored. Bored, bored, bored and if he cared to examine it, a little lonely. He was loathe to admit it though, even to himself. There were solutions, of course. He could go out and try to play with the stray cat he’d been feeding on the sly, but it was still skittish around company. He could talk to the neighborhood children but for some reason having a tall, unbelievably handsome, standoffish stranger speak to their kids made the neighbors antsy.
Yazoo hated being on the tail end of any trend. Oh, the shame of it, if the other two found out that he too wanted some sort of occupation, the key idea in that being something to keep him occupied. Mother forbid he should ever go about it like they had, oh, no. The very thought of answering ‘Help Wanted’ ads was degrading. Yazoo knew if he simply was in the right place at the right time, something would fall into his lap.
And it did, one night, in the back of some club he had charmed his way into. That night’s conquest had praised his voice, made an inquiry, then a suggestion and even had the contacts necessary to get Yazoo started up. Yazoo smiled his little half-smile and took to the work like a cat to the cream.
And he adored it! It was so easy. He did it on his own time while the others were out for the day. He didn’t have to go anywhere. He could do it without thinking, in his own bed even and none of his clients had any complaints. And the pay was decent. He was considering going into it privately, now that he’d built up a reputation and had a dedicated clientele. He could set his own prices that way, eliminate the middle-man (or woman, in his case) and keep the entirety of his profits.
He was mulling it over one mid-morning, still rolling around in bed after a late night, when the first call came. He reached for his phone, knowing it didn’t matter if his voice was still husky from sleep. Quite a few of his clients liked it that way. “Hello?”
“Hey, sweetheart.” So it began. “What are you wearing?”