A/N: My first fic. Don't mutilate me please.
Disclaimer: sad smile I own nothing.
The Question
Stupid Godo. Stupid yoga. I hate yoga. The great ninja Yuffie does not do yoga.
And it's not like it helps anything. Stupid Yoga Guy didn't even notice when I stole his material. mm. MATERIA. And this rug itches! The young woman thought, scowling and fidgeting as she sat on her yoga mat, across from the 'Stupid Yoga Guy', who had his eyes closed in an expression of undisturbed peace and serenity.
I bet he wouldn't even notice if I left, She thought, a hint of a smirk on her lips.
Heh, he looks like he's asleep! More contempt for the yoga-master showed on her face.
She quietly got up, walking on her toes with ease, as it was one of the things she had done for her 'ninja training'.
Ha! No one can stop the great ninja Yuffie now- She had banged into someone.
Someone very tall who had a big reputation for being angsty, emotional… with good reason of course.
He was very good-looking when he was being angsty, but Yuffie usually tried to remind herself about his rumored vampiric tendencies when she thought about that.
"Vinny! What are you doing here? You nearly knocked me over, I was just escaping from the yoga guy…" She continued, talking about anything and everything before she stopped and looked at him.
"Aren't you going to say something?"
"You were talking."
"Wow, you said three words in a row! You must be feeling talkative!"
"…"
"Don't you '…' me, Brood!"
"…"
"Hmph! Well why are you here?" Yuffie asked, a pout on her child-like face.
"I had a question."
"You came all this way to ask me a question?"
"I have nothing to occupy my time, as Sephiroth has been vanquished."
"Yeah, well, what'd you want to ask?"
"Don't you…"
"Don't I ever what?"
"In those microscopic clothes, don't you ever get cold?"It was Yuffie's turn to say nothing and stare at the gunman- who was smirking, but due to his cloak, you couldn't really tell- in disbelief as the sleepy Yoga master started snoring behind them.