A/N: Okay, Kiddies. Our next request comes from GuardianSaiyoko who said, and I quote, "Ha, I'm amused. There should be more reviews than this! I have a suggestion: Seasickness. For whatever reason I am completely immune to it, so it is the funniest thing in the world to me. Nothing beats being the only one on the boat NOT puking their guts over the rail!" And I concur and all points. My sister suffers from it, I do not. Yay.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Yuffie breathed in the salty sea air, closing her eyes as the sun caressed her skin, the boat slicing through the ocean in a straight path from Junon to Costa del Sol. She loved traveling by boat. Airsickness plagued her; however, she laughed in the face of seasickness. She was, after all, a child of Leviathan, great God of the Sea.

She leaned back against the railing, searching for her companions. She and Vincent had accepted another mission from Reeve and the W.R.O. to help the people of Gongaga convert their destroyed Mako reactor to a more Planet friendly electricity generating wind mill. They had been en route on Cid's airship, the Shera, when it experienced unforseen difficulties. It was currently stationed in Junon undergoing repairs. Cid, however, was on the boat with them, having agreed to help with the wind mill as well, propeller motors being one of the many things he specialized in.

Vincent was standing under an awning, avoiding the sun as much as possible. Yuffie grinned at him and made her way to stand beside him. "Afraid of combustion should the sun touch you, Vampire Boy?" she teased.

Vincent glared at her with his eery ruby gaze. "I'm not a vampire, Yuffie," he replied. "You of all people should know that."

"True," she returned with a smile. "But I've seen you in the sun a few times."

"My skin is sensitive," he offered. "Thirty years in a coffin will do that to a person."

"I guess so," she said, cringing when she heard the unmistakable sound of someone being vilely ill. "Ugh, I hate hearing that. It's nasty."

"If we were in the Shera, the roles would be reversed," Vincent pointed out.

"Yes, but at least I have the decency to avoid being heard."

"I hear you all the time," the gunman said with a sneer. "You are very loud when you are emptying your stomach of all it's contents."

"That's just because you have, like, unreal hearing capabilities and shit," she grumbled. She wrinkled her nose as another round of heaving was heard. "Should we...you know, check on him?"

"No."

"But he might appreciate the compassion."

"I'm not a very compassionate person."

Yuffie rolled her eyes. "Riight," she said, placing her hands on her hips.

"You're already picking up on some of your new boyfriend's more annoying habits," he said with a slight smile.

Yuffie returned to smile. "I'm not chain smoking...yet," she laughed, moving towards the stern of the ship. "I'm gonna go check on him."

"I have an unused coffin you can borrow should he kill you."

Yuffie turned back towards the crimson clad enigma. "Vincent, did you just make a joke?" she asked in shock.

Vincent merely lowered his face behind his cloak to hide his smile. Yuffie shook her head and gingerly made her way over to the suffering individual. "Hey there, big guy," she said sweetly. "How are you doing?"

Cid's face turned, pale and ashen, but he still managed to give her the nastiest look he could manage. "I'm pukin' my mother fuckin' guts out, Brat," he snarled, a piece of regergetated bacon hanging off his chin. "I have no more fluids left in my body and I can't even stop pukin' long enough to get in a decent drag off a cigarette."

"Hey! We should put you in a boat more often!" she exclaimed. "It could help you stop smoking!"

"Not funny!" he yelled, leaning over again to heave into the ocean.

"You know, I think you're killing the fish," Yuffie told him pointing to the floating pieces of toast in the water.

"Shad up."

"You want a soda or something?" she offered. "Sometimes, a lemon lime one helps settle my stomach."

Cid swallowed and managed a slight nod, flinging a strand of puke away from his face. "Yeah," he said. "Thanks, Kiddo."

Yuffie ruffled his hair. "No problem," she said turning to walk away. "Oh, and I've got some motion sickness pills I keep on me for when I have to fly in the airship. You want some of those, too?"

Cid glared at her smirking face. "You mean to tell me, you little materia stealing brat, that you have had fuckin' motion sickness pills, the whole fuckin' time I've been sufferin' over here?" he yelled.

Yuffie shrugged and smiled. "Remember all those times on your airship that you would intentionally put the ship into a freefall to make me spew my guts out?" she asked. Cid paled again. "Payback's a bitch, Captain."

"So are you, Yuffie!" he called after her. "Get me them damn pills and a soda!"

Yuffie walked off, laughing to herself as she heard Cid puke again. Revenge was fun.

A/N: Eh...not my favorite chapter, but...oh well! Review!