His Fault (rewrite)
It's all your fault - P!nk
I conjure up the thought of being gone
But I'd probably even do that wrong
I try to think about which way
Would I be able to and would I be afraid
Yuffie had decided. Tonight, after She had left Tifa's bar, she would take her own life.
She had been planning it for awhile now. She could barely stand living anymore. No one really cared for her anymore. Sure Tifa was her friend. But no one really caredfor her. She had never had really close friends in Wutai. Aeris was had been killed. Her mother was dead. Her father hated her.
Already she had resorted to slitting her wrists. It helped muddle her feelings, keeping her able to put up a facade. Scars covered her legs and arms, but were carefully hidden under her gloves and knee-high sneakers.
She sighed and left the bathroom. She put on her smile as she walked back into the room that her friends were in. "Hey, guys!"
"Do ya' have to friggin' announce every time you walk in a room?" Cid complained from where he was sitting with his beer. Yuffie stuck his tongue out at him as she ran behind the bar. She proceed to help Tifa with the next order that had been placed. It was just a simple margarita.
"Thanks, Yuff." Tifa said when she saw Yuffie helping.
Yuffie smiled back at her. "No prob! I like helping! But only sometimes." She laughed, hiding her sorrow and secret. Tifa smiled.
Yuffie plopped down on a bar stool. She glanced around. She saw Barret sitting back at a booth in the back, Cloud was behind the counter helping Tifa, and, as usual, Vincent was in his corner. Her smile was sad as she thought of how it would be the last time she'd see them. She spun around on her stool. When she looked at the clock it read six thirty. She'd be gone in four hours.
"What's with you, Yuffie?" Tifa asked, "You look more thoughtful than usual."
"Oh nothing!" Yuffie brushed the question aside.
She leapt up, her tan boots squeaking on the floor. She ran up stairs and into the room she had been staying in. She grabbed the small sheet of paper that was under her pillow. She had written it so people would put her belongings where she wanted them and who she wanted them with. Or in other words, her will.
She had taken a long time to decide. Her shuriken would go to Tifa. Tifa never really used a weapon so she hoped that it would help the woman who had been her friend for years. Her materia, which was hard to give up, would be split. All of Yuffie's fire materia would go to Vincent, her cure materia would go to Marlene so she could be safe, her thunder materia to Cloud and the one sheild materia she had to Shelke. And she wanted to give Vincent one certain thing that only he could have, her headband. She hoped that he thought well of her. She had had a crush on him since her teenage years that had never worn off.
It felt weird, the way she was planning her death. But she was calm about it, doing her best not to be afraid. At least she had convinced herself she wasn't afraid.
She flopped back onto her bed and began to hum to herself. Her eyes closed as she thought of seeing her mother again as well as the friends that the war had taken. She had had nightmares for the first three years after the end of the war. Of the horror that had happened.
She remembered her start as a thief when she sent Zack messages from Treasure Princess and Anonymous telling him of treasures. After he killed the monsters, she would do her best to steal the treasure from him. He had saved her a few times too...
"Maybe I'll meet him in the life stream..." Yuffie thought, "And then apologize."
Yuffie sighed and stood. She opened the door to her room and exited. Again she plastered on her smile. In her rush out of her room she hadn't noticed Vincent walking past. She crashed into him and ended up hitting her head on the wall opposite her room.
She looked up at him. "Sorry, Vince. It's just little, clumsy, ugly me." She pretended to laugh it off, rubbing the spot she had hit her head.
He looked down at her, questioning. He put out his hand to help her up. "Don't call yourself that, Yuffie. It's not true. I think your beautiful." His head was tipped to the side, his eyes soft.
Yuffie stood. Her eyes were wide, and she felt her face grow warm. "I must be brighter red than his cloak..." She thought to herself. The slim ninja stepped past him, but then paused, "Thanks, Vinnie." she whispered before continuing to walk. He didn't reply, just looked after her with worry in his eyes.
Yuffie smiled as she looked out the window. The clock read ten o'clock. The planned time of her departure from the world... She brushed away the tear that ran down her cheek.
"Maybe not tonight..." She whispered, "Not tonight..."
I've re-written the first chapter now!~ I'm trying to improve...
How was it? Please give your honest opinion. I hope you did enjoy though. I don't know how I came up with this Idea. But I think its because I like the music artist Pink. R&R.