A/N: This prompt was from SragonZ. Thanks!
Disclaimer: Maybe if I went all puppy eyed, they'd let me own Final Fantasy.
Lies, lies, lies. That's where she's in her element; it's her forte, her niche. No one could possibly be more dishonest than her.
"Oh, Vinnie. Of course I paid for them!"
Little white lies never hurt anyone. Of course not. That's like saying that a drop of rain can drown a whale. So much of life is false anyways, so what's another untruth when the pile's so big already?
"Don't worry, Cid- of course you don't look like a dork."
But where's the line between little white lies and great big black ones? Where's the limit where that tiny little falsehood becomes toxic, starts eating away at you like acid in your blood?
"Don't worry- we've done it a thousand times before. Nothing'll go wrong."
She wonders sometimes. The rain keeps pouring, one drop for every lie that's left her tongue. She's afraid it might never stop.
"Oh, come on, Teef. This is Vinnie we're talking about. Of course he'll be okay."
Maybe there is no line. Maybe it's one of those things, like lead poisoning. It never really leaves you; it just builds up, slowly, quietly, until you go insane.
"We're not having one. He wouldn't want it..."
She shakes her umbrella off. The stone is already slick with rain- so slippery, so fast. How long has she been standing here, anyway? She can't remember. The priest is long gone, after his little spiel about heaven. That's a lie, too. It's not heaven, it's the Lifestream, and even so, she doubts Vince is there anyway. Surely the Planet will purge itself of him, thanks to all that kooky stuff Hojo did.
"He died in the line of duty. That's all there is to it."
Of course, she lied then, too. He was dying anyway, a little more each day, slowly losing his grip on a world he didn't belong in. The bullets (so many of them!) may have been the kicker, but it was always happening, below the surface.
"Yuffie, are you okay? You're soaked..."
Tifa hugs her from behind. She has motherly arms. Yuffie didn't even hear her. The rain is so loud now, every drop echoing like thunder, shouting every lie she's ever told.
"Yuffie?"
She turns, and shows Tifa a crooked smile. It probably won't be straight anymore- not for years and years, at least. Tifa's eyes, big and brown, are full of deepness and sadness and stuff she probably won't tell anyone, not even Cloud. That's dishonesty, in a way. It's comforting, somehow, that she's not the only one lying. Yuffie gathers her strength.
"Don't worry. I'll survive."
The trouble with being a good liar is that everyone believes you.
A/N: Decided to go a little darker than usual. It's been a while since I did. That said, thanks to everyone who's read and reviewed- and much thanks to everyone who's sent in a prompt!