Chapter 2- Melting Marsh
mellows!
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We're sorry, we lied! This
chapter is not as promised Vincy's a Pervert! Nor is it about a very pissed off
ninja… but it… KIND OF contains Vincy… and… it SORT OF has a Chocobo in it! We
didn't mean to- we wanted to have them in it! We were only going to have a
LITTLE Yuffie thinking- but she just kept thinking more and more stuff! Isn't
she a bright little cookie? So eventually there was just no ROOM for Vincy, OR
a pissed off ninja! *sob* This chapter, does, however, contain PARAGRAPHS! We
later realised that that problem was due to laziness and a lax understanding of
the entity on Celestina's part, her being the main typist. Don't worry, read
this chapter and the next one will be the one we actually promised! And oh,
yeah- Vincy (and FF7) still doesn't belong to us… But we can make him make him
do pottery, so, hah! HAH!
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Smiling smugly, Yuffie jumped to feet and skipped happily
over to the pile of rugs she dubbed her bed. The cave was lengthy and roundish,
quite cosy but the long shadows on drawing on the walls made it appear much
larger than it was. The floor was flat, covered in a thick layer of smooth
sand, but currently strewn with broken objects. There was a crude fireplace,
handcrafted out of clay, at the far end, with Vincent's ransacked bed lying
adjacent to it. Flopping on it gleefully, Yuffie sprawled out and began to
giggle. Well, that had gone well, hadn't it? She was a little worried about the
pizza and everything; for a second there, she thought he might actually not
have gone to get it! But, I always win in the end… she thought, grabbing
a pillow and hugging it. Running her fingers through the soft fur, she looked
down at what she was clinging to. It was another monster hide, dull yellow, but
showing green in the twilight.
'Wow…' She
whispered. Vincent was sure good at… killing stuff. Relaxing against the furs,
she let her mind wander over the topic of Vincent.
She vaguely
remembered him; he was, like, always the freaky quiet dude, kinda mysterious,
but also kind of… She had a sudden mental image of that terrible metal object
attached to his arm. No! She thought, growing distinctly uneasy… Think good
Vincent thoughts! GOOD Vincent thoughts! She remembered trying to talk to
him once or twice. Like, this one time, Cait Sith was being SO annoying, and
like, nobody else was around, so she tried to talk to Vincent, but he said,
like, NOTHING, so she yelled at him, and then he just babbled some weird
phyco-schmyco stuff at her, like one day her youth would FADE only to reveal
humanity's dark side, or whatever. Yuffie left him alone after that. Come to
think of it, he was kinda different these days… Well, not TOTALLY different- he
still wouldn't exactly win Mr Talkative of the year, but at least he wasn't
moping over that Lucy chick or whatever all of the time. She heard Cloud
talking about it sometimes-
Suddenly she shivered.
Despite the warmth of the blankets, the cave was growing increasingly colder,
and the sky she could see where she lay was turning a deep blue. Sighing, she
was surprised to see her breath misting up the air before her.
'GAWD! This place
must be like, FREEZING at night! Doesn't he have like, IN-CAVE HEATING or
something?!'
Reluctantly
leaving the soft safety of the hides, Yuffie searched futilely for a heating
switch.
'Like, damn!' she
said, plonking herself down on the cold ground. 'I should have known that
Vincent wasn't the kind of guy to have ANYTHING so convenient as heating! Well…
I'm just gonna have to do it the OLD-FASHIONED way!' A maniacal look lit up the
thief's eyes as she slowly reached into her pocket. 'With a FIRE MATERIA!'
Brandishing the
green orb high above her head, Yuffie danced her way over to the clay
fireplace, singing as she went.
'And a little bit
of this, and a little bit of tha- AAAH! MY SHIN!' hopping in pain, she spun
around to glare maliciously at the offending object lying prone at her feet.
'WHAT KIND OF IDIOT WOULD PUT A CHAIR THERE!'
She looked at paya
wood chair for a moment. Then in a fit of rage she picked it up and hurtled it
at the wall, dodging the splinters as it shattered.
'… Stupid chair,' she pouted, looking half-guiltily at its
broken remains. Then she brightened. 'Oh well! Firewood!'
It was several
minutes later that Yuffie was sitting cross-legged in front of the newly-lit
fire, warm and content, roasting a couple of fluff-covered half-eaten marshmallows
she had found in the depths of her armour. She sighed as she lent back
comfortably on the pillows that had once resided on the permanently messed up
bed.
'This is SO much
better than stupid old Wutai!' she chirped happily. Then a scowl darkened her features.
'And… stupid old… DAD!' the thief muttered, deliberately leaving off the usual
daddy she used when she was in a good mood, or wanted something. What was all
that stuff he had said during like, that big fight they had? That she was
demanding? Yuffie was not demanding. Funny, Cait Sith had said something like
that too, (after he laughed at her) when she'd come to ask to stay with him.
But then, Cait Sith always said stuff like that, so it didn't really count… And
so it wasn't that surprising that he wouldn't let her stay with him either. But
it was so mean of the others not to let her stay with THEM! Cloud and Tifa…
They weren't actually mean, they were just kind of cold… and distant… HA!
Tifa was probably just jealous of having a young, beautiful seventeen-year-old
around to steal Cloud away from an old hag like HER! Yuffie thought
bitterly to herself. But she was surprised… she wasn't exactly expecting them
to welcome her with like, open arms but she had sort of hoped… And it had been
the same with all the others, too. Except for Cait Sith, she remembered
angrily, cause he laughed at her! Some of her wounded pride recuperated itself.
She'd get him back next time she saw him! She'd get him good!
But by the time
she had come to see him, she had been desperate to stay with anyone, even
someone like, as annoying as HIM! Cait Sith had actually been the second-last
person she had come to see.
Second last.
Yuffie knew why
she had deliberately avoided coming to Vincent; yet she refused even to think
about it. Pushing it from her mind as she had been doing all evening. Still,
the thought hovered like a shadow on the border of her consciousness, and now
in the darkness lit solely by the fire, than began creeping back.
It was if in the
sunlight, when they where there in the sunlight, she could forget it even
existed- ignore the presence of that menacing deformity that caused her to
recoil from even more than his silence did… She could act normally then.
Thinking about it only when she had to. But when she was alone, and she had
time to think about this tortured soul who had somehow found his way into her
life… She felt… But she didn't think… She didn't WANT to think…
'I'm not… like,
afraid of Vincent?'
Impulsively she
grabbed a pillow and held it close to her chest. She tried to stop them, but
suddenly the memories came flooding back.
A dead-white,
sickly face, collapsed in a rotting coffin… The unmistakeable stench of death
pervading everywhere, thicker than the air around, repulsive, vomitus… The
gaunt cheeks, huge, hollow haunting eyes snapping open… Full of pain, hunger,
and hatred… a skeletal hand grasping feebly at the air… Then… The horrific
THING rising, shattering the damp wood as it swung lopsidedly towards her,
monstrous, deformed, coated in the thick, dark stains of blood covering the
grotesque, writhing, disjointed fingers desperately reaching out to her…
throat…?!
'But he's
not like that now!' Yuffie screamed defiantly.
As her shrill cry
echoed back at her, Yuffie suddenly snapped out of the reverie that had bound
her, in an instant bringing her usual mentality, the odd fit of brooding over.
Why the hell was she thinking those stupid thoughts anyway? She was embarrassed
now, and angry. Everybody knew Vincent was, like, nothing like the creature he
was when they had found him in that coffin… What had Cloud called him? An empty
shell, lacking a heart or soul, eaten up by his own grief. Once more the memory
caused her to shudder. She knew he'd been, like, through a lot, but he was SO
much better now. Yuffie had, like, NO right to think about him like that. But…
Had she really thought about what she was doing when she come to stay with him?
Briefly the panic
returned. What was she doing here? The images of the claw began to flash before
her once again- only to be immediately squashed by Yuffie's shaky, yet sensible
(for her) side. No way! Whatever he was like… then, Vincent was a totally
different guy now. She had never really been that interested in his past…
(Didn't he like get tortured or experimented on or something?) But she knew
enough to realise and convince herself how much he had changed. Besides! He was
getting her pizza!
Thoughts of pizza
brought the ninja's mind back to the now-blackened marshmallows, quietly
smoking as they dripped into the fire. 'AH! MY MARSHMELLOWS!' She yelled,
grabbing them from the stick with her bare hands. 'OWOWOWOW! IT'S HOT!'
Shrieking in pain, she dropped them in the sand, finally abandoning them as she
slunk away to suck on her burnt fingers. This was all Dads' fault, She
sulked. It was thinking about HIM that made me forget about them in the
first place! What was that other thing he had said about her? That she
needed to learn responsibility? What the hell did he know? I am like, SO
responsible! Yuffie thought to herself as she began removing her armour to
fully reveal the top and shorts underneath. Her decision was based on the fact
that the cave was getting quite warm, despite the hesitant pattering of rain
she could hear on the rocky roof. 'Aaah…' She sighed, stretching against a
massive pillow. Then suddenly, her eyes flew wide open and she sprang to her
feet. 'MR BOKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!' The teenager screamed as she ran out the cave
mouth, only now remembering her poor bedraggled Chocobo that she had left on the
other side of the island.
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Heh!
Bet you're dying to know what happened to Vincy and the pizza, huh? Well,
you're just gonna have to wait till next time! And who is Mr Boki, you ask?
Yuffie's Chocobo, you say? HOW DO YOU KNOW? What? We told you? Damn… That was
our suspense for this chapter! Oh, well… How do you know he's just a Chocobo,
then? How do you KNOW he isn't something more? Ok, ok, we'll leave you alone
and shut up now. Since you already KNOW the summary of what happens next
chapter, Vincy's a Pervert! (hehe… ^^;;;), we can't be bothered telling you
again. So you'll have to read it, won't you? Yes! Until then, SEE YA! ^_^
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