A/N: Reasonably short for my Yuffiemusing. I think you can figure out the chapter heading for yourselves.
Part VI: All Creation
I didn't need to go anywhere to figure out a reason to stay, I just needed desperately to get off that airship. I already had my reasons, and I wore them out on my sleeve as proudly as my Wutaian emblems. My homeland was everything to me - as stupid and dinky and backwards as Wutai was, it was home. All of this - everything - had always been for Wutai; the theft, the quest, the lies and the fighting. There's no one that can ever take Wutai away from me, not even a guy with a five foot sword.
And that's all he is. That's something I need to keep reminding myself, because I'm a genius at the art of self deception. I think I'm better at it than Vinnie, better than Cloud, even. I can buff my confidence up to the point where it outshines the real confidence that's standing right beside it.
It might be fun to go somewhere else, though. Do something else for a little while. Get the hell away from this floating pile of vomit in the making. I'm totally serious - I hate flying. We're gonna fly to the North Crater tomorrow, and I am gonna puke all over Sephiroth, I swear to Leviathan. It's the least he deserves for doing that to Aeris, and for making me have to travel on a goddamn airship.
Airships! Water ships were bad enough.
I wouldn't mind seeing home... but I don't really need to. I spent so much time there that it's all permanently ingrained in my mind: Da Chao, the streams, the pagodas, the pub. And it doesn't matter, because I'm gonna be going back tomorrow anyway - hailed as I should be: Yuffie, Warrior Princess Extraordinaire!
So there's nothing to do but wait. I hate waiting, but I think I can stand it this time around. I'm in no hurry to get back onto the Highwind. I might walk around for a while. A really long while. Do the stuff I can't do while the others around, because they'll think that I'm still a little kid. Blow dandelion fluff. Run up and down and do cartwheels. Shadow box, and climb trees. All the stuff that life is made for that everyone always forgets because it's 'not important'.
But it is important. It's important because it belongs to the children, the essence of creation. And they matter most of all.
