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With yet another groan, another child-like flailing of her arms and beating on her mattress, and another pitiful shriek, Yuffie screeched, "I wanna go home!"
Godo sighed, his voice weary as he replied, "Yuffie, dear, you are home. Please, it has been so long since I've seen you, let us enjoy the time we have together."
Bolting upright in her bed, Yuffie glared at her father from his spot on her vanity stool. Raising an eyebrow, she deadpanned, "Holy Leviathan, you're dying aren't you?"
This earned a rather amusing eye-roll from the Lord of Wutai as he replied, "No, Yuffie, I am not — why did you sound fairly pleased by that notion?" Her father crossed his arms, his slanted eyes even more slanted as he assessed the young ninja.
With another prolonged sigh, Yuffie fell back onto her pillow and grumbled, "I was not pleased… much. Hey, don't look at me like that, old man! I want to be back with my friends… There's — I cannot believe I'm telling you this — a guy that I screwed things up with back home. I…" She sat up again, looking her father dead in the eyes as she twiddled her fingers and plucked at fray strings in her comforter. "I really liked him, Dad."
Leviathan, her face felt like it was burning, and it probably was. Why did she say that? Now her dad was gonna be all, 'Yuffie, you have duties to your country. Silly crushes are something of the past! Do not dishonor me!' Blah!
"Hn," her father sounded, his face scowling. He appeared very displeased, as she knew he would be. "Well, if he had not attempted to fix things with you either, then he is not good enough for you anyhow!" Godo turned and glanced at a picture on her vanity, his eyes searching the familiar faces of her AVALANCHE friends. A small smirk came to his face, and something felt very unsettling about the look to the young heiress.
The lord made a show of standing up with an air of pride about him and addressed, "Yuffie, I have chosen the man you will marry, and it is best you forget whatever animal you have found interest in heretofore."
Yuffie's jaw dropped open, caramel eyes popping as she shouted, "No, Dad! I'm not marrying anyone you choose for me! And — and — and, he's not an animal!" Her voice was rather indignant at that point, and she scrambled out of the bed, reaching for her pillow before flinging it wildly at her father like it was Conformer. How could he speak of Vincent in such a way?!
Puffing up, the lord answered condescendingly, "Well, he simply cannot be better than the man I chose for you! Therefore, his is an animal, and that is the final word on the matter!"
When he reached for the doorknob, Yuffie cried, "Vincent Valentine saved the universe three times, once on his own! He is brave, and kind, and he might be emotionally constipated but he's really really good at heart and just because he thinks he's a monster doesn't mean he is because Lucrecia's downfall really wasn't his fault and he only tried to help her and I really look up to him Dad because he's admirable and courageous and he probably helps little old ladies across the street as a second job like Jerry Cruncher and the man is a freaking marble bust come to life with eyes that look like blood and I know that sounds creepy but Leviathan is it gorgeous and my gosh he's kind of breathtaking in a creepy 'I'm a vampire who'll suck your blood' kind of way and he's never once treated me like a child and the man can turn into freaking demons and crap and that sounds even weirder but to me it just makes him more of a badass and you know I can't resist someone as mysterious and dangerous as that!"
Yuffie took a huge gulp of breath, and it was her father's turn to drop his jaw.
After the moment had passed, the old man straightened up and composed himself. Stroking his dark beard, Godo inquired, "A Mister Valentine, you say?"
Puzzled, the ninja shrugged and answered in a way that she hoped sounded bored and not at all infatuated like before, "Yeah, he was the creepy-ish looking guy in all of the AVALANCHE pictures. But I promise you, he's way hotter in real life. And he looks really, really good in a business suit."
Shaking his head at Yuffie and still smirking, something that made her feel uneasy all over again, Godo bid the princess good day and stepped out of her room, making sure to lock it behind him. Shrieking frustratedly once more, Yuffie turned on her heel and slammed stomach first onto the bed.
"Leviathan, I hate my life."
[Type Number Here or Enter Contact]
… Contacts …
[Tifa Lockhart-Strife]
Sorry about last night. Supper was… a disaster, to put it lightly. I wish you would've told me before what was going on. I didn't mean to upset you or the children.
It still hasn't really set in. I went upstairs last night and found the balloon. Damn it, Tifa, what am I supposed to say now? Sorry I screwed up? That just doesn't seem like enough to me, and I know it's not what you deserve.
So how about we try this again? When I get back from deliveries today, I want you to be ready to go. Don't bother trying to figure out where, either, because I'll never tell. And it doesn't matter what you wear, because you'll look good no matter what. Just be ready.
I'm sorry, Teef. I love you.
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XSentX
Vincent,
I'm sorry that you missed me today. I was away on important business at the Northern Crater, discussing a rather dire influx of monsters in the area. It seems that something is attracting them to Icicle Inn.
But straight to the point. I understand that there is something you need to discuss with me? My secretary said you were rather adamant about scheduling an appointment at the first convenience. If all goes according to plan, I shall be back no later than Friday of next week. Do keep me posted.
Reeve
xXx
Finishing up the email, Vincent let out a low growl and jabbed the power button on his computer monitor, pushing his chair back from the desk as if to distance himself as much as he could from his current annoyance. He leaned back in his chair, feeling the tension mounting with every passing second.
There was a secret floating around the World Regenesis Organization, and it was one he wasn't privy to. The first thing anyone associated with Vincent Valentine should know was that he didn't take kindly to information being withheld from him. It seemed even stranger that the president should be away at the time the gunslinger needed to speak to him most.
Either this was a setup, or Reeve Tuesti had impeccable timing when it came to scheduling "business trips." Vincent was fairly certain that nothing going on between Guardian Shelke and President Tuesti in Icicle Inn could be considered business. At least, not of the appropriate, professional kind.
So with a heavy sigh and a deflated posture, Vincent collected his files for his most recent project (one involving a relatively large expansion to the Gold Saucer in order to accommodate the convention center Dio planned to have built to give the amusement park a wider range of visitors, specifically ones that wore high class suits and had heavy wallets in their back pockets — wouldn't Yuffie be thrilled) and shut the lights off to his office, stepping into the hall and locking the door behind him.
Thinking of Yuffie had left a bad taste in Vincent's mouth. Ever since he'd run into those troops, the gunslinger couldn't get the sticky fingered ninja out of his mind. It was still so hard to believe that she had been whisked away to her homeland, never to see her friends again.
He knew she would hate it. She often came knocking at his door late at night when she needed someone to vent to, and he honestly could never refuse her admittance. He enjoyed listening to her fevered ranting about her "old fart of a father," cheeks puffed up and redder than his eyes, lips pulled back to reveal her pearly whites. There was something oddly beautiful about Yuffie when she was angry, and that's why he'd purposely go out of his way to pick on her. She never failed to enchant him.
Shaking his head, Vincent collected himself and continued walking, only pausing half a beat when he heard the sweet voice of Elena call out, "Sir? Are you alright, Vice President Valentine?"
Turning to face the ex-Turk-turned-head-of-security, Vincent nodded and assured, "I am fine, Elena. And as I've said before, you may drop the formalities."
Reddening slightly at that, the blonde answered, "Yes, sir." When she realized what she had said, her face colored further. Luckily, Tseng chose that moment to appear and wrap his arm around his wife, bowing slightly to the gunslinger.
"Hello, Vincent."
"Tseng."
Elena smiled at her husband and took his hand, allowing him to lead her towards his office quietly. Watching the couple carefully, Vincent narrowed his eyes. Letting his mind wander was attracting the attention of his coworkers. He'd have to be careful about letting Yuffie divert him from his thoughts.
With a low chuckle, Vincent thought to himself, Even when she is not with me, she never ceases to be a distraction.
In a funny way, he kind of missed her.
Dear freaking Diary, it's me, Yuffs.
Ew, that sounds way too formal. Whoever came up with 'dear diary,' anyways? I mean, she sure had to have been loony, talking to her diary. No, I am not loony! I'm simply finding something to occupy my time.
And since I'm not talking to my diary (which isn't a diary, but a record of my days in imprisonment, mind), I'll have to address this to someone. Who can I address it to?
Oh, Vince! That's a good one, since he'll NEVER SEE IT! Stupid gunslinger who shirked me at the transportation department.
Vincent, you are a low, low man whom I currently detest. Oh, yeah, I did just go there and use that big word. Don't give me that look I know you'd give me if you read this, the one that says, 'Yuffie, detest is only six letters long. A better word would be [go ahead and insert one of your "fancy" words that you know I don't know].'
Why do I detest you?
1. You're gorgeous.
2. You never, ever let me shoot Cerberus because you said it was too much gun for me to handle. That's kind of insulting to my ninja awesomeness.
3. You have a way of making me feel like a nuisance, and I really hate that.
4. I wanted to fix things, but you acted all butt hurt and ran like a coward and made me feel even guiltier.
5. When we were paired together, you were the only one who treated me like I could handle things, like I wasn't some kid. You made me feel like I belonged.
6. When you saved me from Nero's darkness, I was so scared that I felt almost paralyzed. But you were there, telling me I was okay, with that look of concern and anger in your eyes. And then you went after him, and I think that's when I fell in love with you. So I guess I'm just angry that I love you, and there's not much I can do about it.
7. You went to Lucrecia's cave for a whole week while I was trying to put on a brave face, while inside I was dying, thinking you were never coming back to us. You act like we don't matter, like the present means nothing compared to your past. Do you even care about us?
8. I have just one word to say: Lucrecia. She screwed you over, and yet you still stick her up on a pedestal, and I cannot compete with Lucrecia the goddess of beauty and science and all that other stuff that seems to sound like dark poetry whenever you speak of her. Why can't you just be angry at her like the rest of us?
9. I'll never find someone who's as dark and creepy as you, and although I never thought that was my type, apparently it is. I guess I just want a lovelorn gunslinger with a badass cloak and pretty red eyes. Do you know if there's a superstore for that?
10. You haven't tried to talk to me once since I was forced to come back here to Wutai, and I think that hurts the most. Have you really stopped caring?
So… uh… Thaaaaat's why I hate you…
I swear, if anyone ever reads this diary entry, I will kill them with my rusty shuriken. Got that, Valentine?
~Yuffie is over and out!
I hope that everyone enjoyed this! Thank you for reading, and please leave me some feedback if you've got the time!
Knock-Out92:I'm really glad that you're liking it! I appreciate the advice you left, 'cause it's really good to know what my readers like. That's why I began this with Yuffie's pov and ended it in a similar way. I'll try to continue that throughout the story! Thanks so much :)
valkera:Thank you for your continued support! It always makes me smile to see one of your reviews. Aren't you glad that Cloud got his act together? Let's see if Teef's is so forgiving ;) And I plan to announce the engagement soon, but who will find out first? It's yet another competition between Vince and Yuffster!
SakiWatari:Lol! It's always fun to listen to the kind of noises you make when laughing at a fanfiction. I swear you learn more about yourself on this site than anywhere else XD Thanks for all of the reviews!
