Not the Plan
Oh dear sweet Leviathan, this was Not In The Plan.
I'm falling I'm falling I'm falling I'm falling – they never taught us how to counter this kind of fall in ninja school, holy shit – oh gawd oh gawd oh gawd I'm falling. I'm going to die. The jaggedy rocks are going to get me and I'll be a Yuffie kebob, never again never again –
"Yuffie!"
Stop.
And suddenly I'm not falling through the sky.
Someone's shaking me, albeit gently, murmuring my name again and again: "Yuffie, Yuffie."
My eyes fly open to meet the loveliest shade of eyes, and the neatest, too – I mean, they glow in the dark! Mako eyes! I'm awake and most certainly not falling, covered with sweat. Ew.
I would wake up to find Vincent hovering over me. Better than one of those mutant death frogs, oh gawd I hate those fuckers. One time I was out training in the forest and somehow thought it would be a good idea to take a nap in a tree, you know? Away from monsters? And when I woke up –
"Yuffie."
I digress.
"You were having a nightmare," he says softly. His good hand strokes my face.
"Oh."
He pulls me close, and I take in the familiar, comforting smell that is him. Vincent.
"Do try to get some sleep?"
He kisses the top of my head, and we both away to peaceful slumberland.