Title: Blackmail
Wordcount: 394
Pairing: Riku/Yuffie
Rating: K+
Notes: Eh... something I thought of while ranting about how the relationships between the characters are rarely realistic - often times I've seen Leon turned into an abusive figure in Yuffie's life whenever she is paired with Riku, and in my opinion, I cannot stand it. Thus, I am more aimed towards developing something I don't see many people examining - Yuffie and Leon's relationship has sibling-figures to each other, not in a romantic sense.
Blackmail
She was the most immature person he had ever known - hell, he had had a huge hand in raising her, he knew her well. He could easily as yesterday recall how she would make a face and act grossed out when he and Aerith kissed. In fact, it HAD been only yesterday it had last happened.
But things changed, didn't they?
He, Cid, and Aerith had practically raised her on their own, since she was two years old, since Hollow Bastion fell. And now she was fourteen. After twelve years of the bundle of cheerful, look-on-the-bright-side violet-eyed glory that was Yuffie, he had long considered her not as a daughter, but more of a little sister.
Through thick or thin, she would always be his little sister, and he'd always be her big brother. That was just how it was, from the taunts, the shouting matches, the playful ploys to steal all his belts and give them to charity... Yuffie and Leon were as close as siblings.
And when he came along, little was different. While there was a tension - he noticed the kid's eyes on her, and her eyes on the kid - he didn't say anything, merely exerted his dominant, protective older-brother figure, despite the fact he felt he didn't need to do anything. He trusted her, as immature and irresponsible as she was. She constantly reminded him that boys had cooties and that boys were stupid... why would she be getting involved with one?
Leon lifted the coffee mug to his lips, drinking deeply, his eyes falling on the gap between the door and its frame. It was funny, how easily things changed. But there she was, standing with the kid, her fingers playing with his silver hair as he kissed her deeply. His hand was slowly sliding up her back, the other curled around her waist and holding her close. Her arms were around his neck.
And as Yuffie stepped back, she didn't make that face. She didn't stick out her tongue, she didn't roll her eyes, she didn't make that childish "eugh!" noise. She just flushed, cheeks tinging pink, as she stared at him, then resting her head on his shoulder.
Smirking in his typical, older-brotherly way, he put down his mug and chuckled.
She would never hear the end of this now.