Saying you're "bone tired" seems stupid to me. It's like saying, "Hey guys, I'm fingernail happy right now."
It just doesn't make sense.
That being said, I'm bone tired right about now.
Don't give me that look. You try being dragged out of bed, kicking and screaming, at two forty-five A.M. because some lame WRO president says, "Oh hey… there's a bit of a problem brewing with illicit activities over in Junon. Go fix it."
And that's how I ended up here, on this cliff outside of Junon at six in the morning, shivering my ass off because some people just don't know that a polite "No, thank you," means just that.
Okay… maybe I didn't exactly put it that way. I MAY have hung up on him the first time he called… but it's really not important now, is it? I mean, what's done is done and all that jazz; you can't change the past after all!
…
Right. Continuing on.
Reeve, ever the gentleman, decided that one wake-up call surely couldn't have been enough, and that a girl like me didn't need her beauty sleep, oh no siree bob; so he called again.
And again.
And… again.
Until eventually, my oh-so-strong resistance shattered, since you can really only go back to sleep after being woken up so many times, and Reeve had definitely crossed the threshold there.
Scratch that. He hadn't crossed the threshold. He'd taken a running leap over the threshold. When he finally landed, he decided to do a series of flips and cartwheels and by the time he stopped, the threshold couldn't even be seen anymore, he was so far beyond the threshold.
After all, normal people tend to stop with two wake-up calls. Reeve thinks that twenty is a far better number, apparently.
Um… right. ANYWAY!
So I dragged my sorry ass out of bed, and began getting my stuff all packed up, all the while cursing Reeve to a million years of nothing but being poked in the shoulder repeatedly while a tiny raincloud follows him around and rains on his head for interrupting my much-needed rest.
It's only after I finished packing and getting dressed that I realized that all plans for my grand arrival and the subsequent kicking of ass would have to be postponed as the Single White Rose of Wutai had no means of getting to Junon.
A truly vexing situation, as I'm sure you have noticed, seeing as how Wutai is an island nation, and Junon is most certainly not located on said island nation.
So with no ride, whatever would I do? Don't worry – I'm capable… and cunning. I managed to get myself transportation by utilizing the best form of persuasion in existence: my charming, sparkling personality, of course!
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"No way in hell, kid."
"Oh come on, Cid, it's only for a day or so! I promise! It's just a low-level gang bumming around Junon. If it was anything huge, Reeve would have demanded I take a taskforce or, hell, even Vincent," I reasoned in what I hoped was my most convincing tone.
"I ain't your personal airship pilot, brat. I'm not getting my ass out of bed this early to go drop you in Junon just 'cuz ya feel like it."
I should have expected that one, really, but I was surprised anyway. Blame it on the early hour. "Cid, I just told you that I don't feel like it. If I felt like it, first of all, I wouldn't be calling you at three in the morning, and secondly, I would be asking you to take me somewhere… oh, I don't know… warm? Like Costa del Sol? Besides, Cid, I really need to get there soon, and your help would be so appreciated," I was pleading by this point. Not really my shining-est moment, but hey. Yuffie has to do what Yuffie has to do, after all.
Cid grumbled a bit. I really hoped that was some sort of positive sign. There was some more grumbling and suddenly, it was as if the clouds of problem-ness had opened up and let the sun come through! My persuasion was assisted by the best savior I could have hoped for!
"Cid, you should take her," I heard Shera's voice faintly in the background. She sounded really tired, and I felt bad at first, but she was helping me and that was good. It was very good.
"Girl can take care of herself, Shera," Cid replied grumpily. He was pouting now. This was looking incredibly good – in fact, this situation was looking so good, it could have had chocolate frosting on top and it wouldn't have been better than the way it was playing out in that moment.
"Cid, what if she gets hurt and there's nobody there to help her? She would be in serious trouble! It would be so horrible, being injured and all alone in Junon, and even if this gang is as weak as Yuffie claims, they could still seriously hurt her while she's down!"
A looong pause. I bet I could've baked a cake during that pause, it was so long. If only I could bake a cake. Tifa tried to teach me once… but that's a story for another time.
"Fine. I'll take ya to Junon, brat. Only to make sure ya don't get killed, though," came Cid's concession finally.
Damn. Shera's powers of amazing are to be envied, by the way. I swear, that woman could talk her way out of a death sentence and leave the executioner feeling like she saved his life.
And that's pretty much how the cookie crumbled. Well, aside from my usual adventures with airsickness ("Not on the upholstery, fuckdammit! The bathroom's over there!"), but I figure I should spare you those details.
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So here we are. Six A.M., outside of Junon. Aren't you just brimming with excitement at the possibilities of this grand adventure upon which my buddy and I are about to embark?
I know I can barely stand it, I'm so amped up. Truly.
I glance at Cid. He looks bored, so I figure that's as good a cue as any to divulge what our plan should be.
"First thing, Cid, is I think we should interview the locals. Yanno, see what's going on and whatnot? We can get some pretty good info from the citizens of lower town, by my reckoning." I'm ticking down my mental list, feeling all sorts of official and responsible and in-chargeness. It's great.
"And then?"
I stop. I haven't really thought of an "and then" yet… I look at Cid a bit uneasily. "We… find things out from the civilians and… go from there?" I'm the QUEEN of coming up with completely convincing BS. Really.
But Cid just raises his eyebrow in some sort of look that screams, "Yuffie Kisaragi, I know you don't know what the hell the 'and then' is, but this is your mission and I won't take over because I'm only here to make sure you don't die in some alley."
And you know what? I'm glad.
After all, solo ass-kicking is only so much fun. If there's no one there to watch you, then what's the point?
Author's Note:
I'd like to give a special thanks to the following people:
My dishwasher, for being slow and giving me the time to upload;
The Genesis Awards crew: QuietNCryptic, Clan Dragoodle, YesAnimeCharactersCanBeSexy, Shagi Tigori, lynnreist, Jeanneandheralters, TCosta, ZidaneT, Woodster, and Zack for bullying me in Skype;
And finally, mintbanana, Woodster, and QuietNCryptic for being patient with my crazy and being the fabulous team of betas they are.
