Title: Best of You
Drabble # 10: Center of Attention
Theme: Attention
Pairing: implied Leon/Yuffie/Riku, and a tiny pinch of Sora/Cloud/Yuffie/Leon/Riku. Hahaha. And no, not in a kinky kind of way. Yeah, I know, how disappointing. Sorry if I got your hopes up. Maybe next time XP
Words: 698 (dreadfully over the limit again...)
A/N: Hi! Yeah. I'm so not dead. College may be kicking my ass all over the place, but I'm still alive! I dedicate this chapter to the ever so awesome October Breeze. College totally doesn't mean bye bye everything. It might mean me dropping off the face of the planet for a bit for weeks at a time. Maybe even months. Worst case scenario, a year...anyway. You get the idea.

Oh man, she was going to slaughter Sora. Keyblade be damned, she'd destroy him.

...that is, she would if she could get herself out of this mess alive.

Normally Yuffie positively loved being the center of attention. The lime light flattered her, she'd decided long ago, and basked in it every chance she could. Yuffie never would have thought that her love for being the center of attention would end up coming to bite her in the butt--hard. But there it was, gnawing away, and at the moment, Yuffie would've given just about anything to escape the spotlight.

As she and Riku tumbled out of the closet in a flurry of arms and legs, Yuffie realized that this wasn't exactly what she'd had in mind. Hell, that was an understatement. None of this was what she'd had in mind! When she'd set out to get Leon's attention, she hadn't meant to capture Riku's attention. To be fair, at the moment, she'd certainly captured both males' attention--she was currently intimately tangled in a heap of arms and legs and hair with the latter and blushing under the intense gaze of the former. Well, she thought to herself, at least this can't possibly get any worse.

The second those last five words crossed her mind, Cloud poked his head into the room. "What's going in here, Sora? I heard a thud...oh..." he trailed off as he noticed the two entangled teens on the floor in front of a scowling Leon.

"Oh for the love Gawd, Cloud," Yuffie groaned. "The stupid number was a fake."

"What!" Cloud exclaimed.

"What?" Riku echoed in confusion.

"Even if Riku did have her stupid number--"

"Wait, what number?" Riku interrupted, but Yuffie went on as though she hadn't heard him.

"--so what? Big freaking deal. Seriously, grow up already!"

"I don't think you're one to talk about growing up," Leon said coolly, crossing his arms.

Yuffie cringed. Oh man, was he pissed. Maybe it had something to do with his sudden weird mood streak. Could it be possible that men undergo some variation of PMS like women did?

Before she could ponder this fascinating train of thought any longer, however, Leon spoke. "You two, Green Room. Now."

Yuffie again tried in vain to disentangle herself from Riku. Unfortunately, her bangs had gotten caught in the zipper that ran down the front of Riku's shirt. To make matters ten times worse, Riku's long bangs had somehow gotten stuck to her headband. She wanted to die. She had a hottie in the most compromising position yet she couldn't do a single thing about it. She chalked it up to Fate being a complete and total bitch. "H-Hang on a sec," Yuffie stuttered, trying to pull free. "My hair's caught in your zipper."

Feeling rather impatient, Leon decided to expedite the process by hauling both teens to their feet and yanking the two apart. Effective? Yes. Satisfying? Definitely. Painless? ...judging from the yelps of pain and pulled out strands of hair, maybe not. But then again, Leon had always thought of himself as a bit of a sadist.

Hmm. So. She had the attention of four hot males (yes, even Sora, Yuffie acknowledged as she watched said teen try sink into the hideously patterned carpet. A year running around as a Keyblade Master has done a very good job on him indeed...wait, ACKKK! What am I saying!). Every girl's fantasy, right? ...then why did she feel like running in the opposite direction screaming her lungs out? She'd thought that she'd be all hot and bothered in the prescence of such hotness. Except now she just felt...well, "hot and bothered" minus the "hot" which left her just plain old "bothered."

And not bothered in a good way, mind you.

As she stiffly walked into the Green Room, Yuffie shot Sora a toxic glare. Sora gulped and sat heavily on the bed. Man, he was so dead. Well, unless Leon didn't kill her first. Judging from the way Leon had been boring holes into her forehead via his glare of doom...Sora brightened somewhat at the thought. Perhaps there was hope for him after all.

A/N: Um, I'm uploading the next chapter at this very moment. Even I'm not evil enough to leave you guys with just this after dropping off the face of the planet.