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Okay, so, after a long code-filled hiatus, this chapter is back! Sorry, everyone!
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037. Survive
"Well, shit." I cursed aloud, hands on hips, looking out over the rocky edge of the cliff. Don't ask me how I got here, it's a long story. Actually no, we have enough time. I'll tell you.
Vinnie, the genius he was, had saved the world and died. Well, I think he died. I mean, I'd spent the last few days holed up in my- Tifa's spare room (I do actually own an apartment, it's just Tifa's spare room is a lot closer), crying and sniffling and generally being pathetic, holding his cloak close to me. And from what I'd heard, there was no sign of him anywhere. And Tifa was sounding worried, and I heard her sniffling at night sometimes, along with Cloud's despondent sounding voice.
I had ultimately concluded from my days of solitary sniffling that life had decided to suck.
"Stupid Vinnie, d-dying on me."
But as the days turned into a week, I slapped myself in to shape. Figuratively of course. I showered and dressed properly and went back to work and went back to practising with my shuriken at the WRO. On a target that I definitely saw as Shelke, the little- no, Tifa told me to be polite. So I'll settle for ass.
And every day I asked Tifa if he'd come back, she said no. So naturally, two weeks later, I decided that life sucked, and I may as well just leave for a while. I did.
Shelke the... No, I won't be mean, had left to try and find him, over in Ninleheim somewhere, whilst the others were all in the airship (bar an apparently 'ill' Tifa, and of course the kids), in one last ditch effort to find him. Ha! Like they would. If he weren't in Lucrecia's cave, he wouldn't be anywhere. Sadly. He needs to get over his bad case of emo and you know, actually SEE ME!
But there I was, walking up the annoyingly idyllic hill towards her cave, feeling the sun shine down on my skin, warming my hair - which was feeling very silky that day I might add, so shiny! I never did wear many clothes, and whilst the short black shorts and tight white top were an absolute curse in winter, they were a blessing in summer. Although, I didn't generally wear these two items out, only if I were too tired to care; they were more like shrunken items from the washing machine than clothes. Well, either way, here I was. And he wasn't here. And I wasn't going inside! So there I stood, on the edge of the cliff before the small lagoon in front of the cave. And I stood for a bit longer, actually thinking. Maybe it was the fresh air.
"What am I even doing?" I sighed aloud.
I loved Vincent. He loved Lucrecia. I'd followed Vincent to the ends of the earth, but he'd never done anything for me. And now, I couldn't even find him myself. I felt slightly useless. And well, life without Vinnie just wasn't quite the same. No one to tease. No one to fawn over. No one to ignore me. No one to do anything for.
And then I thought, what's the point in living? No Vinnie and no family to look towards to, I had nothing to look forward to in Wutai. No one would really miss me that much... Well, what was the point in surviving? Now don't worry about me, I wasn't really depressed or that sad... Well, I was about Vinnie just disappearing. But I just couldn't care anymore, I guess. Nothing to survive for, so why bother?
That's what I thought. I wasn't acting on anything, but I stepped forwards, looking down at the small patch of flowers growing just at the edge of the barely-grassy cliff, when I heard him.
"Yuffie?" I heard the smooth, smooth baritone of my dreams call out, a slight croak in his voice perhaps, from underuse?
Either way, that way enough for me. Shocked, I twisted and jumped in some way, and fell back off the cliff, just clinging on the edge by my all too small hands.
"Well, shit."
And that's the story. I know, kind of dull. But here I am now, hanging off the edge by one hand, the calm face if Vincent peering at me over the edge.
"Can you give me your hand?" He asks, holding out a strong, bloodied, assassin's hand to me. I strive to cling onto it, digging my feet into the rocks of the cliff face. Despite the utmost groaning in my muscles, I reach his hand. And with some a scrapes on my knees. I make it up onto the flat cliff, plopping myself down unceremoniously.
"Yuffie, what are you doing?" He asks me flatly, although there might be a hint of worry in there somewhere.
"Well, I was thinking you see, about life an' stuff, and about how you were dead, and how life wasn't really worth surviving, and then I looked at the flowers, and you scared me and I fell!" I say, in the rambling way that I never quite realise until I've finished speaking.
"I am dead, and life isn't worth living?" He repeats slowly, like the words are foreign on his tongue. "What on earth were you thinking Yuffie?!" He almost barks with a tang of regret and urgency in his voice.
"Oh no, nothing like that, just meant that you're dead and then also there isn't-"
He cuts me off with a soft pair of lips on mine. I'm too dazed to even notice much at first, apart from the dancing, rejoicing voice in my head, and the sweet, sweet, bolts of electricity flowing through my body.
"Yeah, I think I'd like to survive thanks," I say, breathless and near a laugh. Point 1 to Yuffie, Shelke-Bitch!
I'm so sad this was the chapter that got munched by code because I actually really like it!
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