FFVII ~ 7 minutes in Heaven: Yazoo

“Eight!” you say, looking around to find your partner. One of the silver-haired brothers rises to his feet so you give him a smile and say energetically,
“Hi!”
He gives you an amused look then heads over to the closet. You get up and follow behind him feeling surprising optimistic considering the stories you've heard about the brothers from Cloud. To be honest, you are actually rather curious about him. Surely he can't be that bad?

When the door has closed behind you, you put your hands out and walk forward, trying to find a wall. You make contact with the concrete and slide your hands down it, trying to find the ground. You eventually manage to sit down comfortably with your back against the wall so, figuring you'll be spending a whole seven minutes with the new guy, you may as well get to know him - get past the stories, you know? You say,
“So what's your name?”
A voice replies from right beside you,
“Yazoo. And yours?”
You jump a bit, not realising quite how close he's sitting until now. You shuffle back a couple of inches then say brightly,
“____. Nice to meet you, Yazoo!”
The boy laughs, speaking softly into it,
“You too.”
You hear shuffling, heading away from you. You think maybe you've done something to annoy him already but then you hear a click close to the door. The lights flicker into life and you see Yazoo looking at you from across the room. He seems to look you up and down – or down and more down considering you're sat on the floor - so you blush ever so slightly. You decide, since all subtleties seem to have disappeared with the click of a button, to do the same to him... it's only fair.
He is very beautiful, you have to admit, and he's very well built – even though at first glance he seems thin. On closer inspection - like I said about the subtleties - you notice the muscles of his arms under the leather shirt he's wearing. The thing that stands out most though is his long silver hair. It's... incredible! Even in the dull light of the closet you can still see the glossy shine. It makes you wonder what shampoo he -It makes you want to just reach out and touch it.
“Hey, umm, Yazoo...?”
He looks at you again, his green eyes catching yours momentarily,
“Yes, ____?”
You smile childishly, drawing circles in the dust at your feet with a finger.
“...Can I braid your hair?”
Yazoo nearly chokes,
“Excuse me!?”
“Your hair is so pretty. I want to know what it feels like-”
He cuts you off, holding his hair back as if your words have burnt it.,
“You're not touching my hair!” He snaps darkly. You flinch away, startled by his sudden action.
“Sorry-”
“Shut up!” He says, suddenly growling at you.
You look at him, surprised. He's looking at you with murderous eyes - and you can say this for certain as the pupils of his eyes are more snake-like now than anything else. Your own happy eyes suddenly lose their sparkle and you bring your knees up to your chest. You rest your head on your knees and whisper,
“I'm sorry...”
Yazoo watches you a moment, still holding his hair up in one hand behind him defensively, then his eyes flash back to normal; only to widen when he sees your own eyes start to sparkle..not with light... with tears. Damn he's bad with the opposite sex. What can they say though? He's lived with two brothers for his entire life, almost glued to them. There's not much female experience in there.
Yazoo lets his hand drop, the hair falling about his face like a veil. He reaches his arm out, arguing with himself whether or not to try and comfort you at least a little. You've already buried your head in your arms so it's not like you can see his ridiculous struggle anyway. He pulls his arm back into himself then sighs slightly.
Why had he been born with two brothers for goodness sake?! Even when Loz had cried, Kadaj had taught him just to point and laugh. Now Yazoo, not being completely incompetent, knows that now is not a good time to be doing that!
He runs a hand down his face, hearing you whimpering slightly.
“Uhh...____...I'm uhh... sorry I snapped. I just-”
You lift your head out of your lap and he sees your eyes glistening with tears.
'So much for great first impressions, 'ey Yazoo?' He inwardly beats himself into a small bloody mess on his inner-mind's imaginary floor.
You drop your head back into your lap and pull your knees in closer. What if those stories...the ones Cloud had told you...what if they're true?- and wait! They'd left you in here with this psycho on your OWN!? WHAT THE HECK!? When you get out of here you're going to be beating Cloud to death with the closest heavy object near to you.
You feel the ground beneath you shift as Yazoo walks closer to you. You bury your head further into your legs and throw your hands instinctively over your head. Your ears are that buried that you don't hear the muffled,
“____... what the-?”
Something drops to the floor in front of you; something heavy. You move your hands for a second and look up, wondering what on earth it is. Possibly a battering ram he's going to squish into your face?
You sit up fully and cock your head to the side.
“Umm...” You don't really know what to make of it. Yazoo's sat in front of you with his back to you, his legs crossed and his head resting in one hand.
“Go ahead.”
You almost jump when he speaks, then it takes you a moment to process what he's actually said.
“C-come again?”
He leans his free arm over his shoulder and points at the endless amount of silver hair.
“Go ahead. Do your worst.”
As your eyes light up with the sudden realisation, you don't see the horrid cringe on Yazoo's face at the thought of hands running knots through his hair. Oh what he does to stop a cute girl crying!
You watch him drop his hand back in front of him then pause.
“Are you sure?” You watch his hair sparkling.
“Yes.” No.
Your own eyes glisten, this time back with their usual happy twinkle.
Yazoo closes his eyes, preparing for the raking and scraping that has happened so many time before when he, Loz and Kadaj had been children. Instead he is quite surprised when, instead of feeling hands in his hair, he is lurched forward, toppling over his own legs when you jump forward and accidentally tackle him in a hug.
Now with both of you on the floor, his face squashed against the ground and you with your arms around his waist more in a tighter hug, you say excitedly,
“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”
Yazoo has been paralysed into a state of shock.
'Dear God she has mood-swings...'
He tries to sit up but you don't budge; and when you do it's only to sit up on his back and get a better shot at his hair. He tenses, feeling you take hold of his hair in your hands. You laugh.
“I thought you were okay with this?”
He takes a deep breath, holds it and mutters,
“I'm fine. Trust me.”
You shrug your shoulders. You pick up his hair in three equal parts and set to work.
As Yazoo is lying beneath you he looks up slightly. He's puzzled.
“What are you doing?”
You giggle happily.
“Plaiting your hair obviously.”
He frowns. This can't be right. It's not hurting...even a little bit. What?
He rolls over, sending you toppling off him and onto the floor next to him. You pull yourself up onto your knees and glare.
“What was that for!? You've messed your hair up!”
He pulls his hair over his shoulder and looks at the perfectly entwined locks. When did that happen?
“When did you-...”
You look at him, wondering why he looks so confused - then you have a thought.
“You've lived with boys your whole life!”
He looks at you even more confused than before.
“Uh...yes. You're point would be...?”
You slap your knees in realisation, then you start to giggle. You crawl back over and sit in Yazoo's lap, picking up his hair and continuing your work. As you sit there quite happily – and much to Yazoo's unrealised happiness – you explain your thoughts,
“You've lived with two brothers, haven't you?” You don't let him answer. “Well now I know why you don't like people touching your hair!” He raises his eyebrow, waiting for your words of wisdom. “Boys are known to pull and yank and rip at long, pretty hair - it's just in their blood.” You sigh sympathetically. “And you had two brothers! It must have been a nightmare!”
Yazoo shudders at the memories of Kadaj purposefully jamming his hair with gum, and Loz attempting to 'brush his hair' – more like back-combing it so badly it had to be shaven off. What a day that was...
He shakes himself from the memories, only to have you say,
“Hold still, I'm nearly done!”
He smiles slightly. You notice and cock your head to the side,
“Huh? What's up?”
He shakes his head but only slightly; not wanting to mess up his hair again. He'll wait.
You work for another minute or so, every now and then seeing Yazoo looking at you...- He sure isn't acting like he does in the stories Cloud has told you.
You hold his hair up in triumph, admiring your handy work. Yazoo looks at it too, his eyebrows raised.
“Well now...” He says.
You smile, pulling a hair-tie off your wrist. You pull Yazoo's hair closer to you – in turn pulling his head closer – and tie the bobble around the ends of his hair, holding your masterpiece in place. You drop his hair, letting it bounce softly against Yazoo's shoulder. You giggle, clapping your hands together,
“Wow, you look like Rapunzel now!”
Yazoo looks down, picking his hair up and running and hand over the bumps. You laugh at the expression on his face.
He's staring intently at his hair, admiring how you'd managed to style it. And it hadn't hurt once! That's new! He looks at you and smiles softly again. You smile back, then look down and realise where you're sat (finally) so you put your hands on either side of his legs and push yourself off him, ending up sat next to him.
You reach into your pocket and pull out your phone, flipping the lid. You sigh.
“Well, it looks like our time's almost up. They'll be getting us any second,” you laugh, “You'll have to make another hairdressing appoint-”
Yazoo smashes his lips up against yours, making you drop your phone in the process of being knocked backwards onto the floor. Before your head gets chance to hit the floor with a bone-shattering thud, Yazoo slips his hands behind it as a cushion; softening the blow. From the simple suddenness of the kiss you're frozen stiff. You can feel Yazoo's soft lips pressing against yours but for the love of God you can't do anything back. As soon as his lips had connected with yours you had had a rush of butterflies that pounded against your stomach, not letting you move. You only regain your senses when Yazoo runs his hands through your hair. You jump slightly; only just having regained your mobility – only Yazoo pulls away at this looking slightly disheartened. He sits up onto his heels, you following suit. You pause a second; in which he says,
“I'm sorry... I've just never been around someone so gentle before.”
Then you smile and lean forward, pressing your hand to his cheek,
“It's okay. I think I was just a little shocked...that's all.”
His eyes meet yours and slowly, with your hand still cupping his cheek you lean in, feathering your lips against his.
Just then the door opens, flooding the small closest with an array of noises. Kadaj is stood in the doorway, his mouth hanging slightly agape.
“You let her touch your hair!?”
Yazoo looks to the door, then at you, then back to Kadaj. He smiles,
“Yes.” He takes his hair and pulls the tie from it, sending the locks into a mess; but that's not what he's aiming for. He stretches the elastic between his fingers, locks onto Kadaj and lets the tie fly. It hits Kadaj square in the forehead, sending him toppling backwards out of the closet.
You crease over laughing, crashing your head against Yazoo's shoulder in the process. He looks down at you and smiles.
“Hey ____, the bobble fell out. Can you plait my hair again, please?”
As you continue to laugh, he leans forward to kiss the top of your hair.