Strange But True
Chapter 3
"Number nineteen, you must not speak or open your mouth at all when traveling if the atmosphere seems too silent for you."
Yuffie and Vincent were walking through Junon; Vincent leading, and Yuffie brooding behind him. "Number twenty, if I say something, it does not need any commenting back unless I specifically say your name."
"Yeah, right, uh, Vinny?"
"Remember numbers three and one: you can not ask for permission to talk unless it is very urgent, and you MAY NOT call me Vinny."
Yuffie fell silent again, yet there was a glowering look on her face. (If I had known Vinnie would be such a party pooper, I wouldn't have followed anyways.)
Yes, when Yuffie had ran into Vincent, he was not happy. He asked her if she was following him, and Yuffie cheerily said, "Yes!" This did not go well with Vincent.
When he asked why, Yuffie plainly shrugged, and said, "Uh...I dunno. Just feel like it, I guess."
Well, Vincent wasn't up to it. He couldn't stand the thought of traveling with Avalanche's most annoying, immature ninja. But while he stood there, observing Yuffie quietly and carefully, while she was looking around, obviously bored and impatient for Vincent to say something, he thought of what the outcomes were. If he said no, she'd probably kick and scream until he said yes. If he still said no, she'd sullenly leave, but not before she would pull off a stunt and run off with some Gil and materia. If he said yes, she'd be content, of course, but think of the horrible long hours ahead of them? He closed his eyes, shuddering. Yuffie was staring at him curiously. (Wonder what he's thinkin' about.) She interrupted his train of thought with a, "So........can I?"
Vincent really didn't know what he was in for. Nor did he care. "Fine. Whatever."
"YAAAAAAAAAY!!" Yuffie gave a bear hug to Vincent (even if she was a mouse compared to him) and for a girl so scrawny, she had the grip and hold of Barret, maybe stronger. "We're gonna have a blast, right Vinnie?!"
That had been where Rule Number One: 'You may NOT, under any circumstances, call me Vinnie' had originated from.
So here they were, walking along the road, a sulky silence settling around them, a relief and welcome to every rock and tree and animal from Yuffie's annoying babbling.
Yuffie was dying for idle chit-chat. It came naturally to her - afterall, she was a teenager. And at 16, too - the peak of chatter. But, because of the dreaded, evil Sacred Rules and Code of Vincent Valentine, it was impossible.
(The guy's so stingy sometimes.) She looked at the towering red- cloaked figure in front of her. (I wonder what happened to him, all those years ago...) Honestly, to give Yuffie some credit, she was concerned. It was obvious that he never recovered from the incident, and probably would never. (That is, without the help of Yuffie Kisaragi, great explorer and materia-extraordinaire!) She grinned sneakily to herself.
Although she hadn't quite exactly gotten all the fine points of her plan together yet, she knew her main goal: Get Vinnie over that Lucy girl. Or was it CC? No..Lucia? Oh, yeah, it was Lucrecia! That's it.
(How could she have chosen HOJO instead of Vincent? I mean, geez! Talk about bad taste! If I were in HER shoes, I'd say, screw Hojo! I'm going with Vincent! He's so hot, I bet he looks SO damn..)
She realized where she was heading, and blushed to herself, looking around, as if worried that some unknown being had heard her less-than-pure thoughts.
Actually, it was true. Some unknown, spiritual being HAD heard her thoughts.
(Teenagers..I swear, all of them are so confusing, its puberty-o- mania around them 24/7..)
Dusk had settled in, and the sky was rapidly getting darker each minute. Vincent stopped walking abruptly, which made Yuffie bump into him. "We'll set up camp here."
He said shortly. He threw down a sleeping bag. Yuffie looked warily around their surroundings - Vincent had chosen the middle of a clear, empty road. "Um...Vincent?"
"Is this urgent?" He asked.
"Well...that depends. Don't you think this spot is a bit too revealing? I mean, what if there are thieves and bandits around here - "
"Yuffie, I think you forgot you ARE a thief."
Yuffie stopped talking and shut up, though she was hurt by Vincent's bluntness. Sure she was younger, more immature and all that than Tif and Aerith, but that didn't mean she didn't have feelings, did it?
She also threw down a sleeping bag. She went through her little knapsack, and Vincent looked at her sleeping bag. Although he was known for a non-existant sense of humor, he worked very hard to hold back his smile. While Vincent's sleeping bag was plain and black, the smaller one next to it was a bright, bright pink, with flowers on it.
Somehow, he thought it represented Yuffie perfectly in every way.
"Vincent?"
He sighed, realizing rule number three would never go down.
"Yes?"
"I...uh...need to...um, well, go. As in, to the little girl's room."
"Yuffie, I know there are portable sleeping bags, portable tents, but there's no such thing as a portable porter-potty that I can carry around in my inventory."
Yuffie pouted. "But I have to goooooo."
"Then go into the trees, go on. Nobody's going to peek except some racoons and squirrels."
"Eeeeeeeew. Into the trees?"
"Fine. Then hide in a bush."
"VINCENT!"
"Hey, if you want to pee in your sleeping bag, fine by me. Just sleep at least five feet away from me, okay?"
(I never knew Vince could be so cruel!)
Grumbling, she walked away over the fence that seperated the road from the trees and grass, tripping along the way over a rock. Vincent chuckled quietly to himself; he couldn't help it.*
Five minutes later, he heard some noise, another "Oof!" from a particularily mean rock, and Yuffie fell off the fence, rubbing her sore bottom. If he was amused, Vincent masked any expression from it.
(Well. At least I know this trip's going to be interesting.)
TBC
* - Vincent chuckled? Yeah, yeah, I know, OOC. And I think this is the most Vincent has ever spoken straight through in my stories!
Did you like it? Did you like it?? I hope you did. Comin' up, Chapter 4!
Chapter 3
"Number nineteen, you must not speak or open your mouth at all when traveling if the atmosphere seems too silent for you."
Yuffie and Vincent were walking through Junon; Vincent leading, and Yuffie brooding behind him. "Number twenty, if I say something, it does not need any commenting back unless I specifically say your name."
"Yeah, right, uh, Vinny?"
"Remember numbers three and one: you can not ask for permission to talk unless it is very urgent, and you MAY NOT call me Vinny."
Yuffie fell silent again, yet there was a glowering look on her face. (If I had known Vinnie would be such a party pooper, I wouldn't have followed anyways.)
Yes, when Yuffie had ran into Vincent, he was not happy. He asked her if she was following him, and Yuffie cheerily said, "Yes!" This did not go well with Vincent.
When he asked why, Yuffie plainly shrugged, and said, "Uh...I dunno. Just feel like it, I guess."
Well, Vincent wasn't up to it. He couldn't stand the thought of traveling with Avalanche's most annoying, immature ninja. But while he stood there, observing Yuffie quietly and carefully, while she was looking around, obviously bored and impatient for Vincent to say something, he thought of what the outcomes were. If he said no, she'd probably kick and scream until he said yes. If he still said no, she'd sullenly leave, but not before she would pull off a stunt and run off with some Gil and materia. If he said yes, she'd be content, of course, but think of the horrible long hours ahead of them? He closed his eyes, shuddering. Yuffie was staring at him curiously. (Wonder what he's thinkin' about.) She interrupted his train of thought with a, "So........can I?"
Vincent really didn't know what he was in for. Nor did he care. "Fine. Whatever."
"YAAAAAAAAAY!!" Yuffie gave a bear hug to Vincent (even if she was a mouse compared to him) and for a girl so scrawny, she had the grip and hold of Barret, maybe stronger. "We're gonna have a blast, right Vinnie?!"
That had been where Rule Number One: 'You may NOT, under any circumstances, call me Vinnie' had originated from.
So here they were, walking along the road, a sulky silence settling around them, a relief and welcome to every rock and tree and animal from Yuffie's annoying babbling.
Yuffie was dying for idle chit-chat. It came naturally to her - afterall, she was a teenager. And at 16, too - the peak of chatter. But, because of the dreaded, evil Sacred Rules and Code of Vincent Valentine, it was impossible.
(The guy's so stingy sometimes.) She looked at the towering red- cloaked figure in front of her. (I wonder what happened to him, all those years ago...) Honestly, to give Yuffie some credit, she was concerned. It was obvious that he never recovered from the incident, and probably would never. (That is, without the help of Yuffie Kisaragi, great explorer and materia-extraordinaire!) She grinned sneakily to herself.
Although she hadn't quite exactly gotten all the fine points of her plan together yet, she knew her main goal: Get Vinnie over that Lucy girl. Or was it CC? No..Lucia? Oh, yeah, it was Lucrecia! That's it.
(How could she have chosen HOJO instead of Vincent? I mean, geez! Talk about bad taste! If I were in HER shoes, I'd say, screw Hojo! I'm going with Vincent! He's so hot, I bet he looks SO damn..)
She realized where she was heading, and blushed to herself, looking around, as if worried that some unknown being had heard her less-than-pure thoughts.
Actually, it was true. Some unknown, spiritual being HAD heard her thoughts.
(Teenagers..I swear, all of them are so confusing, its puberty-o- mania around them 24/7..)
Dusk had settled in, and the sky was rapidly getting darker each minute. Vincent stopped walking abruptly, which made Yuffie bump into him. "We'll set up camp here."
He said shortly. He threw down a sleeping bag. Yuffie looked warily around their surroundings - Vincent had chosen the middle of a clear, empty road. "Um...Vincent?"
"Is this urgent?" He asked.
"Well...that depends. Don't you think this spot is a bit too revealing? I mean, what if there are thieves and bandits around here - "
"Yuffie, I think you forgot you ARE a thief."
Yuffie stopped talking and shut up, though she was hurt by Vincent's bluntness. Sure she was younger, more immature and all that than Tif and Aerith, but that didn't mean she didn't have feelings, did it?
She also threw down a sleeping bag. She went through her little knapsack, and Vincent looked at her sleeping bag. Although he was known for a non-existant sense of humor, he worked very hard to hold back his smile. While Vincent's sleeping bag was plain and black, the smaller one next to it was a bright, bright pink, with flowers on it.
Somehow, he thought it represented Yuffie perfectly in every way.
"Vincent?"
He sighed, realizing rule number three would never go down.
"Yes?"
"I...uh...need to...um, well, go. As in, to the little girl's room."
"Yuffie, I know there are portable sleeping bags, portable tents, but there's no such thing as a portable porter-potty that I can carry around in my inventory."
Yuffie pouted. "But I have to goooooo."
"Then go into the trees, go on. Nobody's going to peek except some racoons and squirrels."
"Eeeeeeeew. Into the trees?"
"Fine. Then hide in a bush."
"VINCENT!"
"Hey, if you want to pee in your sleeping bag, fine by me. Just sleep at least five feet away from me, okay?"
(I never knew Vince could be so cruel!)
Grumbling, she walked away over the fence that seperated the road from the trees and grass, tripping along the way over a rock. Vincent chuckled quietly to himself; he couldn't help it.*
Five minutes later, he heard some noise, another "Oof!" from a particularily mean rock, and Yuffie fell off the fence, rubbing her sore bottom. If he was amused, Vincent masked any expression from it.
(Well. At least I know this trip's going to be interesting.)
TBC
* - Vincent chuckled? Yeah, yeah, I know, OOC. And I think this is the most Vincent has ever spoken straight through in my stories!
Did you like it? Did you like it?? I hope you did. Comin' up, Chapter 4!