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Title: The All-Star Life

Author: Chuchu Skyrider

Pairing: Riku/Yuffie

Word Count: 920

Dedicated to…well, Riku/Yuffie fans.

Disclaimer: Riku/Yuffie bu shi wo de!

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He tossed the wads of money over the balcony. The paper currency fluttered in the breeze and finally landed on the ground. Actually, it fell on me. Because, you know, the typical spying behavior I have developed over the month…

He walked back, whistling, into his white-washed room. I tilted the camera upwards a bit, aiming it into the double glass balcony door. In there, I can see him pouring himself a glass of vodka and casually sipping the content.

Riku, Riku, Riku. Do you know how arrogant and rich he is? Yeah, you got that right. Arrogant and rich. In fact, he's so rich that he dumped that mound of money, which consists of one year of my salary, at me. He probably thinks I'm in need of charity or something. But of course not! He couldn't see me there. Unless…

Nah, it couldn't be.

Anyways, last night he won a Grammy. Yup, a Grammy. I can see it in that glass container by his bedside. Riku nonchalantly popped open the case, took the shiny gold out, and walked back outside the balcony. I ducked low, blurring the screen a little. But it's O.K. I've got tons of his videos…Ahem.

He leaned on the balcony railing, toying with his prize. With a sadistic sigh, Riku dropped the award up and over the balcony. Just like that. I mean, who would throw away a Grammy! And furthermore, it landed on me.

Plank!

Riku looked down the mere altitude curiously, probably wondering who ended up black and bluish. Oh well. I rubbed my head, irritated. The gold is lying on the grassy ground, glinting in the bright sunlight. And what comes next is not my fault.

"Not you again!" He bellowed and jabbed an accusing finger at me.

Hot.

I think I should catch more Grammy's.

"Reporters. Why can't you all leave me alone?" He "whined", actually sounding cute for a second. Reporters? What the heck? I'm not one of them!

"Drop your weapon this instant or I shall…" He cocked his silencer. He probably watched too many action movies. I wonder if it's real…

Oh. My camera. Idiot.

"Hey. Chill." I said, trying to sound casual, while setting down my advanced technological camera.

"Good. Now don't move." He disappeared into his room and reappeared in front of me. Spoooooooky.

"Er." I said lamely. I don't know why I even bother staying. "Can I go now?" God, that was even worse. Yuffie the Great Lamer.

He smirked dangerously. I felt my face flush. No, it's just the sun…just the sun…

As if sensing my discomfort, he stepped closer. What's with guys and their attitude? "Er." I repeated the lame move again. "I'm not a r-reporter." I stuttered on the "reporter" part when he got close to me. Too close.

"Sure you aren't." He leaned in close on me, until I could smell his mint-scented breath, and whispered in my ear. "Cute."

More blushes. Crap, I think I'm getting sunburn.

"Er. I think I might be going…Oh yeah! Squall's broke his hip and is in the hospital waiting for me to see him! O.K. Good-bye. Gotta' go. Oh, and by the way, your Grammy's over there." I rambled idiotically while grabbing my camera.

Riku looked at me with amusement.

I glanced greedily at the gold. "Well, if you don't want it, mind if I keep it?" I didn't wait for a reply and hastily shoved the prize in my loose backpack. I almost got out of there. Except that someone tapped me on the shoulder and suggested we should chat for a while and drink some cocktail on the balcony. Actually, it's more like demanded.

But who can waste an offer like that?

Not me.

I followed him up to the second floor. The double glass door opened to reveal an extremely fascinating sight of the city below, even though it's only a floor above. We sat in the balcony chairs that overwhelmed a single table in the center. Riku called up his butler for two glasses of cocktail with authority. His manservant shuffled through the room, holding a plate.

The next thing that happened is not my fault. Hey, it never is! But I'm not completely innocent, you know. Well, anyways. You wouldn't believe it.

Reporters shot out of the trees and bushes, blinding us with their freakin' light. They've been spying on us from the very start? Talk about a spy being spied at.

Riku stood up and stepped forward menacingly. Uh-oh. I think he's going to punch them like Jacky Chan did to that muscle brain. Not that I don't enjoy watching him do it. Ha-ha.

"Retreat to your loony bin now." He said, thickening the "now" part. And you know what? They actually did scramble away.

"I apologize. Can't live a day without these morons around." He sighed.

"It's okay." I snatched a cocktail from the plate. I sipped soundly.

Then he looked at me in a weird way. I'm scared.

The sun is setting in the background. Colorrrfulll. Oh yeah, my cheeks are colorful too when he inched close to me. Now I can feel his breath. Oh god, could it be?

He kissed me. I can feel his soft lips…

The reporters jumped out of nowhere, clicking away like crazy. Where did they come from? I thought they ran away?

Yippee! Tomorrow, our kissing image would be pasted all over Traverse Gears and Young Love.

He let go and winked at me. What a way to lead an all- star life.

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