Week after last time I wrote, still seventeen

Denzel 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

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.

...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.
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?

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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 far

Leviathan, I'm a horrible person. I'm such a terrible person.
I think I...

I broke him.

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