Authors Note: And heeeere it is.
Rating: K+
Pairings: Yuffie x Vincent
Notes: This used to be the third drabble. On account of the other two being total crap, this is now the first.
Music: N.A.
Timeline: Two years after Omega.
Drabbletine Summary: Bored of Reno's dancing comments, Yuffie seeks out different company.
Disclaimer: The day if get enough gil – uh... money to buy FFVII from Square Enix will be a national holiday. Until that day, I own nothing.
Drabbletine (noun); A drabble-oneshot about Vincent and Yuffie (and Co.) written by Latte.
The Drabbletines (proper noun); a collection of drabbles/oneshots (fifteen to be exact) that are all universally centered on Vincent and Yuffie (and Co.). They may be good writing (Huh, not likely) or they may be bad writing, (Heh, very likely.) but they're still... uh... drabbletines (Stretch of the imagination, that one.). O.o;;
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silk and diamonds;;
It was a traditional, Wutainese party – just like all the others Godo had forced me to attend.
I hate, hate, hate, hate, HATE, HATE, them all. Why? Because each "party" is a disguise to try to shove another stupid, fat, rolly-polly, pig at me and say, "Here – marry it!" These pigs are normally classified as human beings, but I'm petitioning against that.
Also – ALSO! – As if it's not bad enough that I have to see them, I have to smell them too, because he always makes me dance.
Can you say total grossness?
Yeah, I didn't think so. You're too busy vomiting at the thought.
And if all that isn't enough, he always makes me dress up traditionally! He made me wear the Bun of Tearing Hair, the Earrings of Heavy Diamonds, The Necklace of Terrible Suffocation, the Kimono of Crushed Torso, the Obi of Deformed Diaphragm, the (heavy) Bracelets of Breaking Wrists, and the Slippers of Squished Feet. Oh, and my Mom's decorative comb in my hair – but that's not bad. Well, once I nearly tore my head off my neck because it was stuck in my hair, but I wouldn't call that... bad, per se.
Aanndd, as if this combined wasn't enough, he makes me drop being a ninja for the party. No shuriken, no throwing knives, no bindings, no Materia, no nothing! It's terrible. And, I have to wear makeup.
I'm supposed to look 'pretty.' I guess I do.
Now do we see why I hate these? Thought so.
Where were we?
Right, party.
Now, this one was better than most. Why? Well, my friends were there, for one, and Reno was there. I'm sorry! – Did I say it was better than most...? Well, it was slightly better. I mean, at least I'm not dancing with "humans" that smell like pigs (and dance like them.).
I'm dancing with Reno. I guess I have to be grateful that he volunteered, but as I expected, Reno isn't the best dancer.
Why?
Because he's constantly whispering in my ear, "Oh, that girl over there is cute..."
I swear, if I have to listen to one more minute of this...
"Hey! That girl over there –" Something violent and sadistic rose in me. Oh, I had been waiting for this moment of bliss for such a very, very long time.
A well-aimed, unobtrusive kick was all he needed. He doubled over.
"Stomach ache?" I inquired in innocent empathy. "You can go sit down over there." I indicated a chair, ignoring the jingling I made (stupid bracelets...). "It's fine – it would be cruel to make you dance in pain." I firmly steered him to the chair, gave him a cheeky wink (not sure if he caught it, he was too busy cursing) and exited the dance floor.
"Yuffie!"
Tifa. Oh great...
"Hello, Tifa! You look beautiful tonight!" This much was true. "It's great to see you!" Half-truth. It was awesome to see her, of course, but if I spent too much time with her, I'd learn the, "Cloud Is Awesome" handbook by heart.
Lovers can be so annoying at times...
"It's wonderful to see you too, Yuffie! You look beautiful!"
Er, matter of opinion.
The top layer of my hair was drawn up in a sleek bun (I thought it looked like I had been hit very hard. On the head. With a mallet.). The rest of my hair was left to fall across my shoulders in a very stylish way. With two years gone after Omega attacked, my hair had grown to about the top of my ribcage.
But I swear, if this bun gets any tighter...
My neck showcased my mother's diamond-y necklace - strands of silver emblazoned with diamonds, networked together. The necklace was accompanied by long, dangly, diamond-y earrings. Heavy diamond earrings. Can you say, 'ears are down by my toes'?
I fingered the silk of my kimono. It was... okay. Beautiful was stretching it a bit too far. The materials consisted of the finest Wutainese, handcrafted silk, and so smooth that it slipped through your fingers. The neckline was, in my opinion, dangerously low (the kind of low that should be outlawed, but... I guess that was just my opinion). The silk of the kimono was a deep red, embellished with barely distinguishable, stitched gold-and-black birds and flowers. The sleeves attached to the back, creating a fluttery, draping effect made specifically for when I was dancing, so they would spin out and be all 'whoa cool!' But it was tight and my ribs were hurting.
My obi was a deep, dark, blood-red silk with a strip of black silk on the top and bottom. It was tied in a large bow in the back. Did I mention my diaphragm was currently in utter pain and anguish?
The kimono was long, reaching to my feet, where two black, silken slippers should have been. I had taken them off when dancing. My feet were feeling rather crushed.
The ensemble was my mother's, which was the only reason I wasn't tearing it off and running away in my bra and undies, cackling about monkeys.
"You like nice, too." This was total truth. She was wearing a burgundy halter-dress. It wasn't the most traditional garb – that's why I told her to wear it, thus thwarting my father. See? I'm so smart.
And whoah, I get so much more descriptive detail than she does. Score.
"Thanks. Did you see Cloud?"
Uh...
"Somewhere in that area." I pointed vaguely in a direction far, far away from me.
"Thanks. Well, I have to go force him on the dance floor. Bye!"
"Bye."
Whew. I'm glad that's over.
I continued my interrupted way to the balcony, fending off two perverts and making a break for freedom.
Score!
Upon entering the balcony, I felt my diaphragm start working again.
The air in those places is so stuffy! It's like two hundred people started flatulating (is that a word? Well, you get the picture) around the room.
Oh wait. That's what they're doing.
Well... maybe not. But still.
Oh look – Vincent! Wow. Who would have thought that Mr. Vampire would have ran and hid at the first mention of dancing? I don't even know why he came, to tell you the truth.
I mean it was creepy. Creepy-creepy. He just said he'd come. And like, I didn't even have to do any puppy-eyes. It was the creepiest moment of my life.
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"Hey, guys! How do I look?"
I was dressed in my formal, black-red kimono, with the hair and jewelry to boot. It was three days before the party, and I wanted to make sure that the costum – outfit was okay by Tifa's standards.
"That looks really nice." Said bartender said. (Whoah, confusing.)
"Really? I don't like it that much…"
"I think it's beautiful. Just, uh, why do you need this?"
"Oh, I haven't told you? Silly me." All master planning here… "Well, there's this formal/traditional party that my dad is whisking me off to. And I was thinking, actually, Tifa… maybe you guys could come, 'cause my dad is making me dance, so unless Reno, or Reeve come, I'm stuck dancing with a pig."
"Oh. I know I'd love to come, but I don't know about…"
Turning away from me, the woman put her hands on her hips. "Where is he anyway?"
Whop-oh. Not good.
"CLOUD!"
****! my ears hurt now. I needed remember to stop her when she got into moods like that.
There was a loud bang from the garage, and in rushed said swordsman, looking ready to fight any type of monster you might find in a kitchen.
"Wh-what?"
"I wanted to know if you'd be interested in going to a party in Wutai."
Tifa's voice was ever-so-polite, as if she hadn't just screamed at (for, but it's the same difference) him.
"Wha…? Oh," Comprehension dawned its illuminating and instructive rays upon the young man's face. "Oh, uh… sure."
"Wow, Cloud." My voice was dripping with cold, deadly sarcasm. "Don't sound so excited about it – we'll think you really want to go."
"Hey! No! I do – I was just getting – I really – I was getting bearings - !"
"Yeah, something you obviously have a lot of right now." Ohh! Venomous, pointed sarcasm! Sweet, sweet sarcasm!
He gave me a hurt look.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Cloud." OHMYWORD! MORE SARCASM! Fracturing, breaking, ego-puncturing sarcasm. Thank Leviathan for it.
"I really do want to go." He said calmly and clearly, with an underlying note that told me he'd angst over this for the rest of the year.
"Oh. Okay!" I replied bright and cheery, with a hint of never letting him forget this.
Now… let's see…
Well, I knoew I couldn't invite Cid or Barrett – too annoying. Reno – definitely, I don't want to dance with pigs. Reeve – if he wants to come. Shelke – no! The little... urgh. Be nice, I had to remind meself. Meeself. Meshelf? My shelf? Myself. There we go.
Back to the list: If he wanted to come, Vinnie. Tifa – duh. Cloud – double duh. Marly and Denzy should sit this one out, I decided.
Red? He didn't like parties…
Cait Sith! Oh yeah!
Uh… I think that's all. I'll go ask Vinnie myself since he's sitting over there looking all mopey and everything. Ugh, sometimes it makes me feel sick how much he angsts over her! Right, uh, I don't need anger-management. "Heya, Vince!" He'd been staring at me ever since I came down. But it wasn't like 'oogling' it's just 'oh I'm so depressed I need a place to stare' and I happened to be in the way. It happened all the time. Ha.
"…"
"Would you want to come to the party?"
"…party?"
…wow.
"Uh… Vince? You need to get your hearing checked. We were talking about it right in front of you…"
"I wasn't listening."
"Oh, well, there's a traditional/formal/stupid party going on in Wutai soon, and I wanted to know if you wanted come."
"What is the purpose of the event?"
"So my dad can try to hook me up with some other stupid idiot. But there'd be fun stuff for you guys. Food… dancing… food… dancing…"
I started to prepare my puppy-eyes-look…
"Fine."
I looked blankly at him but quickly recovered and smiled my bestest smile. "Sure thing! It doesn't have to be traditional garb, just so you know. You can wear whatever you want… even that." Cue giggle. "Right then. I have to go call Reno – I'm gonna have to dance with someone. Bye!"
Wow! Guess what? He wasn't wearing his normal stuff! Awesomeness!
What he was wearing, in fact, was a red silk shirt, both sleeves rolled up above brass-gold-gauntlet-level.
The top two buttons were undone.
I'm not gonna say anything but 'SUPAR-SHMEXAY!' – I – I mean...
Right.
He was also wearing black pants. Normal shoes. Nothing interesting. Oh, he still had that stupid bandanna – but we can't expect him to move on all at once.
With a rustle of silk, I 'alighted' next to him. "Hi."
"Hello."
"Are you enjoying the party?"
"…yes."
"Of course. That's why you're hiding on the balcony."
"…I was just… getting some fresh air." If that didn't sound like someone who was searching for an answer, I'unno what was...
"You were obviously on short supply when you came, 'cause that's all you've been doing!"
Deep sigh like only Vinnie could. "I don't like people."
"I've decided not to take that as a personal insult."
"That's not what I meant. It's just… it's too crowded."
"What next? It's too hot, the people are too happy in there, the people in there breathe too much – come on, Vinnie! Like, come to life. Stop being so stiff and have some fun! Live a little!"
Silence reigned. With a sigh, I turned, ready to go back and hide from my intended partner.
"Fine." A hand had grabbed my arm, stopping me from turning.
I turned back, confused.
"May I have your hand for the next dance?"
Three words got through to me. Those were 'I', 'you', and 'dance'.
I stared at him for a second, and then raised my eyebrows. "Well... if you're sure."
"Quite."
"Okay, then." I smiled.
He led me back to the dance floor as a new song conveniently started. (Don't you love when stuff like that happens?)
It was, to put it simply, a 'slow-spinner' dance, a little waltzy. I didn't know the dance that well, but Vincent guided me through it. I was quite dizzy by the time the last twirl came around. It was an inward spin, bringing the couple close as the music ended, so they could step back and bow/curtsy/whatever.
Except, Vincent never let go.
Super-confused, I looked up at him, just in time to see him leaning forward before he captured my lips in a kiss.
Little electrical jolts/mechanics were sent to my brain to see why it wasn't responding right now. I closed my eyes, enjoying every second, despite the fact that probably the entire dance floor was watching.
He drew back.
I swear he gave me a small smile before releasing me, turning and walking back out to the balcony.
A loud wolf-whistle from Reno brought me back to my senses. Dad would be so ticked...
I grinned. Bring it on, pops.
Wow. I mean – this one just popped out. I wasn't planning on doing anything of the sort – it just happened.
I don't like Shelke. Randomly.
If you have any mistakes to point out, flames, criticism, tell me.
I like it, though. It was awesome-fun to write. But it's short!
EDIT: urm. this isn't great. like, at all. xD it's kind of horrible. but hey, shows how much I've improved, I guess.
-you guys read this crap? :o-
EDIT 5/11: Gag! Ack! This is terrible. I have to say, they get so much better... Edited and attempted to make it readable. Only time will tell.