“The all powerful Yuffie has randomly selected you to be the next player. Feel honored and rise up from your seat. Come forth with excitement and pick an item.” Yuffie spun around, grabbed the hat and held it out for you.
“That was quite dramatic Yuffie, well done.” You smiled wide and walked up to where she was. “Isn't that hat about empty yet? I have no idea how it's held so many items.” After quickly feeling through the hat, you pulled out an item. It was a small, highly decorated butterfly knife. “Are these things even legal?”
“I doubt it. But, I really don't care.” Yazoo pushed himself away from his place next to his brothers and began walking up to you. “Don't cry while I'm away Loz.” He sent a smirk Loz's way and stood next to you. “You ready?”
“Oh, I hate this guy! I'd let you choose again, but it's against the rules.” Yuffie sighed. “So unfortunately, you're stuck with him. I'm sorry.” She slowly walked to the closet and opened the creaky closet door. “In you go.” Yazoo roughly took your hand and led you inside the closet. Yuffie was less than certain about leaving you alone with Yazoo, but was determined to follow her own rules. “I'll be back for you soon. I hope you manage to have fun somehow.” She gave you a halfhearted smile as she shut the door.
As soon as the clicking sound of the door closing was heard, Yazoo tackled you to the ground and hovered over you. “Oh I'll see to it that you have fun.” He let out a strange, cackling laughter and moved in closer to you. “You don't have any, objections, now do you?” He waited for your reply as he rubbed his nose against yours.
“Well, I don't suppose I really do.” You blushed slightly. “I would appreciate it if you didn't go crazy though. We don't have all that much time.”
“Trust me, I can make due with the limited time.” He twisted his mouth into an almost wicked smile and stared straight into your eyes. “So, if there's nothing else, we can get started.” Yazoo raised an eyebrow and waited to see if you had anything else to add. You said nothing else, only stared back up at him, slightly worried about what he was planning to do. “Your silence may cause you problems one day.” Yazoo placed his hand under your head and pulled you to him for a long, gentle kiss. His rough, cool, relaxed attitude didn't match his actions at all. Everything he did was slow, and deliberate. You wrapped your arms around his neck, entwining his hair in between your fingers and kissed him back. Your action obviously took him by surprise. He stopped mid kiss and stared at you.
“Did, I do something I wasn't supposed to?” You bushed feverishly and shrunk back.
“N-no. I just didn't expect you to be so willing to comply.” He smiled. “It's a nice surprise.” Yazoo rested his forehead on yours and kissed you again. “Perhaps all of you aren't all that bad.” You happily smiled back and placed a quick kiss on his cheek as Yuffie was opening the door.
“What's this?” Yuffie quickly turned on the closet light and stared in awe at the two of you. “You're actually kissing him? Did he threaten you or what? I mean, I know he's cute and all, but he's a bad guy. Did you forget that?” The more Yuffie talked, the more irate she became. “You two just get the heck out of my closet already. This is not cool.” She angrily stomped her feet.
Yazoo took his time standing up and helping you to your feet. He was even slower when it came to leaving the closet. As soon as he was within view of Loz, he was brought into a tight hug by his brother. “Truly Loz, I was only away seven minutes. You couldn't have missed me that much.”
Loz pulled away, eyes red and puffy. “You don't know that. And she could easily steal you away from Kadaj and me.” He crossed his arms. “I don't like her, we should get rid of her.”
“I disagree. I found her quite interesting.” Yazoo tilted his head to the side and smiled. “I plan on taking her home with me. So you had better get used to having her around.” He scooped you up and started carrying you towards the door.
“You see, this is why I don't like him. He's stealing our girls.” Yuffie jumped up onto the back of a nearby couch and pointed at Yazoo. “Isn't anyone going to stop him? Anyone?” She dropped down onto the cushions and sulked. “Fine, she's not fighting him anyway. She probably wants to go with them, because they're all cooler than us. Jerks.”