A Comedy of Errors
By: SquallHeartilly
Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VII.
Summary: Post Advent Children. Vincent finds himself smitten with Cid's assistant Sierra… And it's all downhill from there… I assure you, the only thing this has to do with Shakespeare is the title. Pure crack. Rated for language.
Intended Pairings: Vincent/Sierra. Vincent/Yuffie. Cid/Sierra. Yuffie/Reeve. (Og, help me.)
Rating: T
Genre: General/Romance (Og, help me)
Prologue: Life Was Annoying As Hell
Reeve tiredly wandered into his dark apartment, very near to the headquarters of the World Restoration Organization. Funny, he was going to bed, just as most people were starting their bloody day.
Lazily, he heaved a tired sigh, as he vainly began trying to turn on the lamp near his door. There simply wasn't enough sun out on a overcast morning like this. Half his apartment was shadow.
Click.
Eureka! Light on…
Dimly the outline of his living room and its furniture was illuminated. He almost groaned upon seeing the blinking red light of his answering machine—never a good thing since a grand total of fourteen people actually knew his number.
He growled, determining that since only fourteen people knew the damn number, it might just be worth listening to the damn thing.
"You have one message," The machine said listlessly, "Number one:
'Hey Reeve…'
"Yuffie," Reeve said, brightening almost immediately.
Her notably nervous laughter filled the apartment, before dying down in an awkward manner.
'Reeve, I am sorry…I can't return to Midgar just yet. Something's come up in Rocket Town! It's truly heinous. TRULY. FUCKING. HEINOUS!' She shrieked seriously.
Silence.
'Vincent loves Sierra!' Yuffie wailed over the phone.
Reeve stepped back, almost tripping over a discarded pair of shoes, as he removed his jacket.
"Yuffie," He said again, a smile curling on his lips, "That's not just good news… That's great news! It's excellent news! The kind of news I've been waiting to hear for the last two years!"
"I am not leaving Rocket Town till he comes to his fucking senses!" Yuffie growled, "All this time of trying to be jailbait and he goes for that…Lucrecia clone! Truly this universe is disturbed!"
Reeve sighed. "Likewise, that's not just bad news…"
"And anyway, I can't go back to Midgar! Cid insists on staying here until Sierra comes to her senses. So that puts a halt in the shipment of supplies from Wutai in limbo," Yuffie all but roared.
Reeve began tuning her out. Maybe Vincent did not appreciate jailbait, but he did. He wanted Yuffie by his side. Reeve flopped down his sofa, causing the room to rumble.
"Gawd, Reeve," came Reno's muffled voice from below, "What'd you have for breakfast? Carnation Insta-bitch!"
Reeve groaned.
Sometimes, life was annoying as Hell.
A/N: Sorry, but I had to get this out. Ever since someone on one of the forums on mentioned that Shera and Lucrecia looked alike, I had to write something for it. I'll try to post chapter on Cut and Run soon.
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