May 21st, three years after Sephiroth

Weird how we mark things by calamities and deaths. For example, in this video game I'm playing currently (stilld addicted to them, yeah) there's this place called Earth, and they judge time by the death of this Holy Guy called Jessu or something. Of course, they might have gotten the name wrong in the english version, 'cause it was translated from Wutain. They make all the cool games.
Not actually in the country, but Wutain immigrants make all the good games. I doubt Godo and the other ancient geezers approve (well, in public) of scantily clad bounty hunting girls and stuff like that...then again, Yuffie had to learn that Sexy Ninja stuff somewhere.
I'm getting off track. My point is, a lot of people use terms like "three years after ShinRa" and "the year of Meteor".
But since I'm now talking about Yuffie, why not tell you about my day? I should keep in mind to hide this. If Yuffie knew I owned a journal, she'd...well, who knows?
She'd probably steal it and read it, actually. But anyways. My day.

Okay, so I woke up as per usual, and I'm all like "bllllleeeeeeaaaaghhhh school...shoot me...." and I slapped my alarm clock or whatever I always do and rolled out of bed. That hurt, actually. I landed on my bruised arm (NEVER challenge Tifa to a fight because you think you actually learned something in martial arts) and I think Marly heard me swearing, 'cause I heard her asking Cloud what "shifuckinbitch" meant. Luckily, he didn't notice me choke on my cereal.
So I was almost ready for school when Tifa pulls me aside and says she needs to talk to me.
I'm like, OH SHIT. SHE KNOWS THAT MARLY HEARD ME SWEARING. But she doesn't look mad, so I decided to just wait it out and not admit to spouting obscenities just yet.
So, then she says, "Yuffie's coming to school with you."
And I'm like, "Wait, what?"
And she goes, "Yeah, just for the month. She decided to stay here yesterday and she wanted to try public school."
And I'm like, "Wait, what?"
And she's like, "Denzel, are you even listening?"
"What?"

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Tape 1, side A.

It was an interesting day, to be sure. I had a room to myself, which was a definite cause for celebration.
You're kidding me, right? It's so much more fun with the little ninja girl! Not to mention she's got a pretty cute ass.
Once again, no comment.
Oh yeah, and Vince... how would I know that if you hadn't looked? Answer me that.
See previous answer. Anyways, I woke up, went downstairs, poured myself a cup of-
Blood. Ha ha.
TEA. And then I ate-
Babies!
Cereal.
Same difference.
Not quite. And I noticed Denzel and Tifa talking. He looked a little confused.
Still pretty good, though...
What? Chaos, are you...
Thinking that you should borrow some of his clothing? Yeah. Gay? Nope. Strife is gay. Not me.
Cloud isn't gay.
Vince, he lives with LOCKHEART. The babe of babes. She's like, a double-D with amazing hair and sparkly eyes and all that crap. If he hasn't pulled a move on her yet, he is the gayest of the gay.
I know for a fact he isn't gay.
How? You've asked him out or something?
No. He liked Aerith and hasn't gotten over her yet.
Oh. So... he's not gay, he's just a stupid emo.
Chaos....
Fine, I'll shut up. I'm just saying, Chocoboy's kind of a birdbrain. Heh, get it?
Yes, I get it.
Sheesh, tough crowd.
Chaos... do you know what I was talking about earlier?
Man, if you don't know, how am I supposed to know?
One of us should pay attention.
Yeah, and that should be you.
This is pointless.
Yeah, so shut up and let someone else narrate before you bore us to death.
Wait, narrate?
Uhhhhhhh.........
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May 21st, who cares what year, I'm seventeen, just calculate!

Okay, so today was really nervewracking 'cause I WAS GOING TO PUBLIC SCHOOL.
Like, high school! Technically, I've completed my education, but I wanted to try it. Plus, hanging out with Denzel was better than helping Tifa out at the bar and avoiding The Pooh.
Yeah, I'm calling Vinnie The Pooh now. Stuff it.
So I came downstairs all happy and stuff and then I learnt the first sucky part of school: Dress Code.
'Cause Denzel looked at me and then went, "You should probably change."
And I kind of got offended. I was all like, "Excuse me? This is a perfectly acceptable outfit!" I then I ranted and he got out his agenda and found this page and showed it to me and I read:
No clothing that shows the midriff, shoulders, back, any portion of the breasts, or any portion of the leg above the knee is permitted.

I'm like, damn. So I go upstairs and I pull a new-looking (but really cool) pair of jeans and and an acceptable awesome top and changed. So I wasn't that happy, but it looked good at least.
Well, I wasn't that happy for about a minute. Then, well, you know me, diary. I was just peppy. : )
When I came back downstairs, I admit I was being kind of... I dunno. Like I was trying to get a particular kind of attention, if ya know what I mean. I went over to Denzel and I said, "Is this outfit okay?" And I spun around and stuff.
He looked me over and nodded, watching me a little.

So, yeah. I'm tired, I'll take a nap and write more when I wake up.

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Okay, folks! The great Pooh has remembered what he was talking about: The Ninja going to school with Gamer-Boy who has cool clothes from a store Pooh should go check out.
Indeed. I'll skip to the part where Yuffie came downstairs. She was in one of her typically whorish outfits, humming and skipping like a child. Denzel told her she should change, and she flew off the handle until he showed her the dress code. She came back downstairs a few minutes later dressed like a normal human being, to my surprise.
And my sadness. Hotness should NOT be covered up.
And then she actually flirted with him.
Which made you jealous, which was why you glared at them both and refused to talk about her for the rest of the day. Until she came home from school crying and Denzel was leaving to go get some kleenex, when you asked her in a PURPOSELY soft and slightly seductive voice what was wrong. And...well, I wouldn't want to spoil the ending.
I suppose I shouldn't have expected Yuffie to simply tell me what was wrong, but I wasn't jealous.
Were too.
Chaos....

Okay, so when we got to school we found out she was in all my classes, which was pretty cool because she seemed a little nervous. Scared, actually. It made me feel a little sorry for her, you know? So it was nice that she knew someone.
The day went fine until lunch, when we actually got the chance to talk to people without teacher supervision. Vipers didn't have the handler around, so they let out their poison.

So this blonde girl (who, by the way, has a face like a teeny barky weiner dog and is a total bitch) comes over to our table and goes, can I sit with you? And I'm about to say no but Yuffie says yes, 'cause she has no idea how evil this girl is.

Eyes sparkling, and probably with more malice than joy, the girl sat down across from Yuffie. Her two friends followed her, like hyenas waiting for the scraps of slaughtered animal.
"So, you're Yuffie Kisaragi, right?"
"Yeah," Yuffie nods, beaming with pride and happiness. Naively, the soon-to-be victim assumes she's made a friend.
Denzel watches warily, not looking very happy. He has the distinct impression that something bad will happen.
"Oh, so you're the wannabe ninja? The one who, like, runs around in whore clothing and hits on all the guys in avalanche? The girl with the really sad crush on Vincent, who's totally WAY too good for her and would probably rather shoot her than kiss her? You're the disgrace of Wutai, right? The one whose father hates her guts, because she's such a stubborn bitch? The girl who just wants to try living like a normal person for a month to see how she likes it, like it's some sort of retarded game? Who think's she's better than everyone else? Who do you think you are, bitch? Go home where you belong." The last words spat at the stunned ninja, the girls leave, giggling like something is funny.
Denzel tries to think of something, anything to say back to the blond girls, but realizes that anything he says will only make things worse. He looks at Yuffie, concerned, and sees that the shocked girl's eyes are swimming with tears.
"I-...why...?" She manages, voice coming out weak and tiny. She's confused, and hurt, because deep down nearly everything the blonde said is something she herself believes.
"People can be like that, Yuffie." Denzel murmurs, frowning at the vicious girl's back.
"But..."
"Hey, bitch! Why aren't you home yet?" One of the girls calls, and Yuffie looks like she's going to cry.
"Come on, Yuffie, we're leaving."
The two oucasts leave to the sounds of their peers' yelling, to shouts of "terrorist!" and "failure!".
Denzel calls Cloud as Yuffie tries not to burst into tears.

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Ring. Ring.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Cloud."
"Denzel, why are you calling?"
"Can you come pick us up? Yuffie had a bad day."
"...Okay. I'll be there in a few minutes. Make sure Yuffie doesn't run off."
"Alright. Thanks, Cloud."
"Bye, Denzel."
"Oh, and get Tifa to call the school. Please."

"Sure."
"See ya."
Click.
Dial.
"Hi, you've reached Strife Delivery Services! How may I-"
"-Tifa."
"Oh, Cloud. What's up?"
"Yuffie wants to come home. Call the school for her and Denzel, alright? I'm going to pick them up in a minute."
"Oh, dear. What happened?"
"I don't know."
"I'll have to talk to them when they get home."
"Maybe it's something they don't want to share, Teef."
"...You're right. Well, it's Yuffie. If she wants to talk, she will."
"Thanks Teef."
"No problem,-" Backround noise. So, whe oo oo wan iss, trife?
Click.
"...Cloud..."

So then Cloud picked us up. the entire time, I was repeating three words in my head:
ninjas don't cry. ninjas don't cry. ninjas...don't cry.
But I kept hearing the voice of that girl in my head. "You're the wannabe ninja, right?"
Over and over. So I started crying and Denzel put his arm around me and half-hugged me, and I think I cried into his shirt for a bit. 'Cause, you know, I remember it smelled really nice.
And we get home and then we walk inside together, and he says, "Hang on, I'll get you some kleenex."
And I remember thinking that that was...well, sweet of him.
And then Pooh goes "Yuffie? What's wrong?" In the softest voice ever and I remember how the girl said all that stuff about how I was just being stupid liking him and all that and I just looked at him and went, "why do you care?" and then I started crying harder and I ran upstairs and the last thing I saw was Denzel standing there with a box of unopened kleenex.

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I don't know what Vincent did exactly, but he upset her big time. So I pretty much glared at him.
"Why'd you upset her?" I asked, and I must've looked pretty pissed because he looked surprised as all hell.
"I only asked her what was wrong." He replied, and I realized that he was probably telling the truth. Yuffie'd probably just...I dunno, maybe what that girl said about her and Vincent really got to her.
"Oh. Okay. Sorry. I thought you'd...hurt her or something." I told him, and I felt kind of embarrassed.
"I wouldn't do anything to hurt her." He assured me, and I felt like asking him if he knew how much she liked him, but stopped myself.

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Knock. Knock.
"Yuffie?"
"Come in."
The petite Wutain's voice still sounded a little snuffly, like she'd been crying for a while. Denzel came in with his gaze lowered slightly, like he was visiting someone he shouldn't be visiting.
"Are you okay- well, at least a bit better?"
Yuffie smiled slightly into her pillow at his words. "Yeah, a bit." She turned to face him, and he felt a pang of sympathy at the sight of her tear-streaked cheeks.
He sat down at the edge of the bed, handing her the box of kleenex. "Here. I don't know if you still need it, but it's nice to have one in your room anyways, just in case." He felt a little like an idiot, talking about kleenex boxes, but she smiled and he felt a little better.
"Thanks, Denzel." There was a pause, and then the surprised boy found himself enveloped in a tight hug, one of Yuffie's finest. He grinned, pulling the little ninja closer and boldly kissing the top of her head.
"No problem, Yuffie."