Title: Rumors
Warnings: Roxas/Yuffie, mentions of pedophilia .
Summary: Never trust the rumor mill
Word count: 514
A/N: yeah, so, Vi told me her idea and told me to write it. Cuz her's was sucking. And I say that with love ^w^
Rumors
"Hey ma, dad?" I ask walking into the kitchen where they were talking. They look at me as I lean against the door jam.
"Yes dear?" My mother asks in way of a reply with that fake smile some parents will use when talking to kids who "don't have a clue". Hayner's parents gave me that look.
"Is Yuffie a pedo?" I ask straight to the point/ they looked like they were dying or something. It was just a question
"A what?" My dad asks.
"A pedo. You know, like pedophile," I clarify with a nonchalant shrug.
"Roxas, honey, what makes you think she is?"
I shrug again. "I dunno. I heard some kids at school call her one. I just wanted to clarify."
"Well, you should never trust the rumor mill," my dad states sagely. They were both over the initial shock of the question.
I shrug simply again and walk off. But apparently Sora had called Kairi, queen of the rumor mill and Yuffie's best friend, so she knew about it on Monday. That was bad.
Yuffie was a senior along with Hayner, Olette, Pence, Sora, Kairi, and them at the local high school. She was, quite literally and thoroughly, a ninja. You piss her off, and you better be ready to kiss your ass goodbye. She would also date middle schools. Sora had many rants about that and that's how our parents knew.
What they, or anyone else for that matter, didn't know, though, was that I had a crush on her.
Ugh, that word sounds so childish.
But anyway. I liked her and she was in a few of my classes. She was caffeine plus sugar personified. Energy to rival Sora, and he was diagnosed ADHD.
So, going to school the next day and seeing a pissed Yuffie waiting at my desk in our shared first period scared me slightly, though I didn't show it, and, for once, I was glad the school had metal detectors.
"So," she starts as I sit in my seat and dig in my bag for the things I'd need for this class. "You think I'm a pedo?" Her tone sounded dangerous.
"No," I correct bravely, making sure my voice didn't waiver. "I heard somebody else say it. I was just trying to prove it untrue."
"Uh huh. Is that so?" she asks sarcastically.
"Yuffie, if you were a pedophile, I'd probably kill myself." I state calmly and monotonously, only half joking. I watch her eyebrows rise.
"Oh? Why's that?" She asks propping a hip on my desk and leaning so close that our faces were mere inches apart.
Only then did I realize the class was watching.
Shiiiiii~it!
"I, um, maybe, kinda sorta, like you. Maybe." I stutter out looking anywhere and everywhere but at her.
"Well," She replies breaking into a smile (I could still see her in the corner of my eye). "I, um, maybe, kinda sorta, like you too. Maybe." She mocks.
And the late bell for the beginning of class rings in the middle of our kiss.
Goddamn lady fate.