Week
after last time I wrote, still seventeenDenzel
listens to girly music!
Haha. Good music, though. I never would
have pegged him as the musical type, though. But then I borrowed his
iPod and found the entire soundtrck from "Wicked".
Hee
hee.
But, you know, he still has good taste.
You know what I
saw yesterday?
Probably the sexiest thing of my existance.
See,
I was coming back from the ice cream shop and I went into the
backyard (they bought some more land behind the bar so that they
could play and fight and have barbeques and such) and sat down under
a teeny tree (they planted it on Sunday, while I was at the movies
with Denzel. : ) ).
So then I hear some noises, like metal
against metal, and I look up and THERE THEY ARE.
Cloud and Denzel,
with these cool new weapons I've seen at the WRO. They're like blades
that you attach to the sides of your arms, and you whack people with
them and they generally die.
These were blunt, but both guys were
shirtless and a little sweaty and it was really, really hot.
Cloud
eventually kicked Denzel's butt, but Denzel seemed happy enough
anyways. And then he noticed me watching him, and he gave me this
little smile (a really cute one, too) and waved.
I waved back, and
then went over and we kind of made out. Cloud rolled his eyes and
left, but he thought it was funny, I could
tell.
Tape
2, side B ...So then
the ninja babe walks out with some ice cream and gets all drooly over
her boyfriend and then they start making out, at which point Vincent
realizes that he's pretty much screwed love-wise.
Okay,
Vince is really mopey today so I'm taking over. Kapeesh?
Uh. Okay,
why Vince is depressed...
So he walks out into the yard to get
some sun -and because Marly wanted to have a picnic. L'il cutie.
And
Denzel and Cloud are fighting, but it really doesn't matter to Vinnie
because, well, who cares?
I could totally cream that
chocobo-headed birdbrain, too. Let's just get that straight.
Even
if I do listen to Taylor Swift.
...Screw you. Love Story is an
amazing song.
...It's not like I cry or anything.
...Well, not
a lot...
[muffles
sniffles, a faint cry of 'oh romeo' and a few more choked sobs]
Ahem
hem. Anyways.
NO I AM NOT CRYING.
Fuckers.
The fact that
the only available female in the house is nine years old really
doesn't help.
So, yeah. I offered to give him a break and let him
be emo at the back of our mind.
...I wasn't being nice, by the
way. I just felt like
it.
Okay?
May
29th, 3 years after Sephiroth, year Yuffie arrived
Ugh,
sore all over. Cloud gave me a beating today, that's for sure. But he
says that I'm getting better with the WRO weapon. It doesn't have a
name yet. Shelke thought of the idea and then made it. It's pretty
cool; hardy metal attached to these half-circles with straps, and you
can adjust the tightness. You aren't supposed to use it for too long,
because to keep it from slipping it has to go a little tighter and
your circulation isn't really the best, but Reeve says they're well
on their way to fixing that.
They're thinking about mking it into
a completely metal thing, with hinges, but they'd have to be made for
individuals specifically, which might be kind of hard.
I want to
join the WRO. I mean, everybody in my family (and my girlfriend too)
fights for justice and peace and life, and I just go to school. Reeve
says that in the summer I could help out with the smaller missions,
the really non-threatening ones. It's a little dissapointing, but I
guess that's a good thing. Tifa won't worry.
Plus, if it helps it
helps, right?
Hmn, sorry, I kind of zoned out for a minute. I
was just thinking about Yuffie. Heh, she's taken over my mind- mind
ninja? Oh well.
I still love her, and I think I'm gonna go see if
she wants to go out somewhere. I've still got some money from mowing
the neighbor's
lawn.
They're
going out again.
I think I should try to leave. This is unhealthy
and I'm only in the way.
I
think you should talk to her.
...I
don't know, Chaos.
Vinnie,
if you don't, you'll always wonder what would have happened if you
didn't.
...You've
been right before this. I will, then, when she
returns.
"I'll
be right back, Yuffster. I'm just gonna go help Tifa get rid of the
idiot over there." Denzel called, rushing to the aid of his
adopted mother.
"Okay!" She cried back, still happy from
their date. They never went anywhere expensive or fancy, but Denzel
was a lawnmower/babysitter/odd jobsman, so it was to be expected.
Yuffie didn't mind.
"Yuffie, may I speak with you?"
"Pooh!
Okay." Yuffie tried to ignore the slight twinge. She was dating
Denzel. She was dating Denzel.
Vincent no longer mattered.
The
gunslinger looked decidedly nervous, which was an odd
change.
"Vincent?"
"I'm fine, Yuffie. I needed
to...tell you something."
She started to feel impatient.
"Yeah, what?" He could see her impatience.
Hurry
it up, man, his
demon urged. He took a slight breath and then continued.
"Yuffie,
over the past few days I've realized that I have feelings for you.
I...like you."
"I like you too, Vinnie," Yuffie
said cautiously. It was odd to see her like this.
"No,
Yuffie. I love you."
"...I'm sorry. I'm dating
Denzel."
The boy, who'd returned, heard that and decided that
since Yuffie wasn't cheating on him that he'd go back and talk to
Tifa some more. Give
them some privacy and such.
"But
you loved me. How did you change so quickly?" Vincent asked, a
little confused at the way she was acting.
Yuffie frowned. "You
didn't care
a week ago."
"I did. I just-"
"I heard your
tapes, Vincent. I heard you recording them."
Oh dear. So that
was it. She's heard everything about his denial, his calling her
hyperactive and a brat.
She was quickly
becoming furious.
"Actually, Vince, you did more
than not care. You hated
me a week ago. I don't know why you think you have a right
to talk to me like this right now! Because, you know what? Right now,
you're trying to just string me along, but it's so fake.
This is fake. You'll change your mind tomorrow! You don't really love
me. You don't even like me! Do you just want to
get some, like your
demon
said? Is that it? You're... do you know who you remind me of?"
Yuffie asked, knowing she was going too far and relishing
it.
"...Who?" He looked stricken, tortured, but her icy
heart ignored him.
"Lucrecia." With that, she left.
A
broken man in seventh heaven... Life loves its ironies. The
man thought bitterly, and left the
bar.
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Day
I went too farLeviathan,
I'm a horrible person. I'm such a terrible person.
I think I...
I broke him.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
