Forever Fields of Grass and Wastelands

by foxygirlchan

Because he hates all the things that pass by the train window, and he hates the mountains, snow, the wastelands and fields of grass, he hates them all. But most of all, he hates himself. But she was okay though. Sometimes.

1. Introduction

I need to get the 100 challenge at least partly out of the way. So here's to Vincent and Yuffie, and anyone else involved.

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Forever Fields of Grass

And Wastelands

by foxygirlchan

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Introduction

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First impressions were always important.

Well, at least to some people.

To Yuffie, it wasn't. She didn't particularly pay much attention to really figure out what you were like until she finished talking or rambling or whatever she was doing that was more interesting than you were.

Although, it was a bit hard to ignore first impressions when someone burst out of a coffin in a dingy basement, scaring the crap out of you and looking like a scary movie reject.

To Yuffie it was the scariest thing she had ever seen, even worse than the elemental blob monsters that were plaguing the caves where the shiniest materia was hidden.

To Vincent, it was the weirdest thing he had ever seen. His eyes had wandered over everyone in the group of people who disturbed his sleep, analyzing, lingering slightly longer on the youngest, who was staring at him intently.

Vincent thought her shorts are going to fall.

Yuffie screamed "Oh my fucking god! Vampire!"