A/N: This is a new idea I came up with. Another fairly angst-ridden fic, but it's a bit lighter hearted than my last one. I hope you like. Sorry for the rating, but I can't help it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or FFVII

The Wrong Side of the Tracks

Black combat boots clunked on the tile of the hallway and echoed off the walls. No one was around to see her. Nearing the principal's locked office, she drew out a thin, rigid piece of metal that most people could recognize as a professional lock pick. She clicked her long black nails happily before delicately sliding the lock pick into the keyhole and giving it a quick jiggle. The door swung open with a twist of the knob and she marched into the office where the newspapers and yearbooks were being kept until the classrooms were finished being painted. She grabbed the stack of yearbooks nearest the door and left the office.

While walking down the hall she could have sworn that she heard voices following her. Dismissing it as a trick of the mind she continued on her way until she reached the front door. There, she spread the books out in a knocked over domino pile across the entrance and all the way around the lobby. She did the same with all of the other yearbooks and newspapers too in every area of the school.

Next, she took lighter fluid and poured it on every book and scrap of paper in the place. That only left one thing...

She took out a lighter and stepped out of the back door. While the door was still open she flicked the lighter to spark a flame and bent down next to a trail of alcohol covered books. With the flame lit, she ran like the wind, her straight black hair billowing in the wind behind her.

She didn't rest until she was at her corner, as far away from the school as possible. She leaned her head back against one of the neighbor's fence posts and took her first real breath since she had lit the fire. Her indigo eyes were full of emotions: worry, dread, pain, and delight being the most prominent. She pushed herself back up into a fully standing position and walked the rest of the way back to the hellhole she called home.

As she walked in the front door a garbled voice yelled from the living room. She rolled her eyes. Her father had gotten shit-faced again. She knelt next to him once she had reached where he had fallen and whispered in a deadly voice, "You promised you wouldn't get like this daddy. I told you that the next time you got this drunk I would leave you here all alone to piss on yourself."

"Myoo-fuflie..." the father mumbled.

"What was that daddy?"

"Myoofee... dum leef..."

"Dumb leaf?"

"Yoofee... dun leef me..."

She smiled a sardonic smile.

"Sorry daddy, but little Yuffie is sick and tired of your game, so she's leaving to pursue a better life."

"Nooo... pfeazzzee... dun leef me..."

Yuffie's gaze turned hard and she stared scornfully at her father.

"Godo Kisaragi! When and if you decide to shape up I might think about speaking to you again, but until that happens I will be living somewhere else!"

With that she stormed upstairs to grab the suitcases she had packed last night while her father was fucking some random woman from a club. When she came back down her father was passed out next to a puddle of vomit on the floor. She wrinkled her nose in distaste and walked out the door, not bothering to lock it.

She reached the bus stop where a beat up old Mazda was sitting there waiting for her. A man with long black hair and red eyes got out of the driver's side to help her with all of her luggage.

"Yuffie," he said, "Are you sure that you want to leave?"

"Of course Vincent!" she snapped. "If I stay there I will slowly die!"

"Then of course you must," he whispered quietly while packing away some more of her luggage, "But what did you do as your 'going away present'?"

Yuffie blushed heavily at that question.

"Well... I...I...I burned down the school okay!"

He turned to her with crimson eyes narrowed.

"You burned down the school? You do realize that what you did was arson and if they found out that you did it they could send you to prison."

"Yeah well I had to do something big. Not some measly little prank like the other guys in my gang did when they left, but something BIG Vinnie."

"Well big yourself into the car. I can hear the police sirens from here, we have to leave," he said slamming the trunk closed.

"Yes, Vince my man."

She climbed into the passenger's side of the car while Vincent sat down in the driver's seat and started the car up. He drove off into the night in the opposite direction of the neighborhood and the heavily burning school. He spared a glance at the gothic teen next to him. Long midnight black hair down to the middle of her back, harsh, cold indigo eyes, a small nose, and full lips. She was wearing black leather half-finger gloves with brass knuckles sewn into them, a black denim miniskirt with all kinds of metal things hanging from it, a skin-tight black top with a skull half buried in a pile of flaming dog shit and the words "You mess with me and you'll be in the same situation as Mr. Skull Head here" on it, and black lace-up combat boots that went to her knees.

"VINNIE! KEEP YOUR FUCKING EYES ON THE ROAD! YOU ALMOST KILLED US!" she screamed.

He turned his eyes back to road and focused on getting her to her new apartment without wrecking the car.

Somewhere along the way Yuffie fell asleep and Vincent was stuck carrying her up to her apartment once he got there. The apartment wasn't in a very nice neighborhood, but it was better than living with a drunk old man that was about to fall over dead any minute. Vincent knocked on the door of apartment number 215. He heard shuffling coming from inside and a moment later the door opened to reveal a kid who couldn't have been older than sixteen, with messy, shoulder-length, silver hair and bleary aquamarine eyes.

The teen looked first at him and then at the sleeping girl in his arms.

"Hey Vince," he said yawning, "is that my roommate? Ya didn't tell me she was a goth chick. Well hurry up! Bring her in! Her bedroom's all ready and everything."

He turned and walked back inside yawning. Vincent followed him to the room at the end of the hall which was filled with fairly nondescript bedroom furniture. The boy pulled back the dark blue covers on the bed and motioned for Vincent to put her down on it. After Yuffie was safely tucked away under the covers, Vincent went back down to the car to bring up all of her belongings. After that was done he bid the teen goodnight and left in his beat up Mazda.

The next morning Yuffie woke up to the sound of someone clanging around a kitchen. She knew that her father would be suffering from such a bad hangover that he probably wouldn't be able to move for a couple of days, so where the hell was she? She pushed the covers off of her and noticed that she was still in the get-up that she had worn to burn down her school last night. Her school... That's right... she burned down her school and left with Vincent last night to move into her new apartment. This must be it then... She looked around. It was kind of shitty, but clean at least. She walked out into the kitchen where a silver haired boy was cooking something on the stove.

"Hey you!" she called.

The boy turned around.

"What's your name? I mean I might as well get to know it since you are my roommate," she muttered.

"Name's Riku," he replied coolly.

"Yuffie," she said.

"I'm making eggs, bacon, and pancakes you want some?" Riku asked.

Yuffie nodded in response.

After breakfast she and Riku settled in the living room in front of the TV. She was flipping through the channels while he commented with a 'no' to signify that he didn't want to watch it.

"So when does school start up here?" she asked.

"In two days. Are you really gonna dress like that at school?" he asked.

"That's good. Well I dressed like this at my other school until it burned down so why not?"

"Because it's...ick..."

"What are ya? Some preppy snot rag or something?"

"I'm not a snot rag... I just don't like people who wear tons of black because they think that their life sucks."

She snorted.

"You're preaching to the choir. I hate people who wear black because they think that their life sucks when it doesn't suck anything compared to mine."

He gave her a weird look.

"What makes your life suck so badly?" he asked.

"My mother died when I was younger and my dad turned to drinking. He gets so shit-faced that you can usually find him passed out on the floor next to a huge puddle of vomit... sometimes blood as well... That's why I'm here. What about you?"

"My mother's a whore to put it simply. There are at least seven different men in the house each day for 'jobs' and the like. She's a stripper at the clubs too. My father left us when I was three and my mom has done that kind of stuff to feed me since then. I moved out because I was sick of the entire thing, but you don't see me dressing in all black do you?"

"No..." she said grudgingly, "but just because you don't doesn't mean that I don't have to. I happen to like my wardrobe."

"Well whatever. I'm off to meet up with my friends. You can come if you want. Just try to wear something at least a little normal? Oh yeah and don't mention the fact that we live together in an apartment on the wrong side of the tracks. Please?" he begged.

"Fine. I won't mention it, but I am not wearing something 'at least a little normal'. I'll wear what I like thank you very much."

"Whatever..."

He walked out the door and after changing into something a little more revealing she followed him.

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A/N: I felt like it was just... bleh... throughout the entire chapter. I felt as if I was writing something totally boring... Please tell me whether this was boring or not! Even though I think it's boring right now, I promise you guys and myself that it will be more exciting next chapter. I hope... hehehe.

Well R&R!

Ja ne!