Final Fantasy VII
Mission Emorid
Chapter 10- Where one goes
"WHAT!? How could she ran away?" Tifa demanded, "Her ankle's sprained!"
Tifa's scream brought Cloud, Cid and Vincent, upstairs. Cloud barged in, "What happened?"
"It's horrible!" Tifa cried.
Cloud paled, "Your pregnant!?"
All the confusion in the room paused.
"Huh?" Tifa asked confused, "Am I what?"
Cid puffed out some smoke, "Obviously that wasn't it."
"Fool," Vincent bluntly said.
Shera pushed in front of Tifa, "Be serious," she held out the letter, "Yuffie's gone!"
In the midst of the choruses of surprise, Vincent grabbed the letter and quickly read it.
Impatient, Cid boomed, "Well!? What does it say?"
"Yeah," Tifa added, "Read it out loud."
Vincent started,
"Hey guys!
Things have been major tense around here, so I'm going to go on a little getaway! Don't worry, I'll be back in a month to get this whole mess cleared up. I've turned off my cell phone, so don't bother trying to contact me. I'll be perfectly fine, I have Plush with me!"
Cid muttered, "Yeah, like trusting a moogle is going to make us feel better." Everyone shushed him and Vincent continued
"I haven't decided where I'll go yet, but please don't go after me. It's probably best for everyone if I did this. So enjoy a month Yuffie-free!
Kisses and Mochi balls,
Yuffie
P.S. Cloud, make it easy for yourself. Just nod. You know what I mean."
"Wow," Cid said in amazement, "She's smarter than she looks," he turned to Cloud, "Man, she's even smarter than you are!"
He glared. "Not now. Where in could she have gone?" Cloud wondered, "With her injured leg, she couldn't have gotten far."
"That's right!" Tifa realized, "If we start to look for her now, it'll be easier to find her!"
"Ok, then let's contact the others and make a plan," Cloud, the natural leader, shuffled everyone down stairs. Only Vincent stayed behind, holding the letter. He read it again. Was it really that necessary?
He looked around the room one more time and noticed the lack of something. He quietly turned around and headed downstairs for planning.
"You don't see that every day," a stranger commented, pointing towards a stand. His comrade turned to look in that direction, "What's strange about Old Lady Kane selling fruits?"
The stranger rolled his eyes, "Not Old Lady Kane, the thing she's selling them to."
He finally noticed, "Is that what I think it is?"
"Yup, it's a moogle."
"What's it doing here?"
"That is a very good question."
Yuffie sighed, leaning against a tree, "I wonder if the guys found the letter yet," She straightened and tossed her head, "Like I care. I'm on vacation!"
Sighing again, Yuffie plucked a flower, "This is stupid," she reconsidered, "Though it couldn't hurt. He hates me," pluck, "he hates me not," pluck, "he hates me" pluck, "He hates me no" pluck, "He hates me. Wait a minute!" She now stared at a petalless flower, "Isn't there suppose to be one more petal!?" She glared at the flower and tossed it over her shoulder, "Like I care what a flower tells me. They're stupid anyway."
At that moment, Plush came back carrying a bag, Yuffie clapped happily, "You're back! What did you get?"
Plush sat down next to her and pulled out the things. Apples, bread, ham, water, some cookies, and of course some mocha balls. Yuffie nodded happily, "Great, this should last us for a couple of days," she held out her hand. Plush stared at the hand.
She rolled her eyes, "Oh, don't play innocent with me!" she gave the moogle a threatening look, "Where's the change?"
Plush stood up and mimicked emptying his pockets and then scratched his head. She crossed her arms. Plush just shrugged and got another mocha ball. Yuffie pursed her mouth and glared at the tree next to her, "I can't believe I just robbed from by a moogle. If my leg wasn't injured I'd be totally fine by myself."
She got up and slowly stepped with her injured leg, "Hmm…it's getting better. I should be able to walk on it in a couple of days," she turned to a preoccupied Plush, "Isn't this great?"
Plush continued to ignore her.
Yuffie sighed, "This is the worst situation I've ever gotten myself in. Everyone hates me now."
Plush decided to actually pay attention now and patted her shoulder.
She looked at Plush holding a moshi ball and brightened up, "You're offering me one of your moshi balls!?" Plush continued to hold one out. Yuffie grinned widely and reached for it, "Thanks!" plop. Both Plush and Yuffie stared at the fallen moshi ball. She tearily looked up at Plush, "I get another one, right?"
Plush gave her a moogle version of a "Hell, no" look.
Yuffie just sighed again.