A/N: Woo o.0 Stuff! XD yes, my writing is declining. *smacks self in forehead* gomen-nasai.. Oh well XD *munches on taco* o_O
Disclaimer: FF7 is not Daisaku's ;_;
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"Why did you take her on the damn mission, Reno?" Cloud demanded, his Mako eyes glaring icily at the captain of the Turks, anger strewn across his once-flawless features; Reno barely flinched, his jewel-like eyes haunted with mirth and beguilement as he fixed his gaze on Cloud, unblinking, unafraid of the consequences of his actions. "She could've been seriously injured. I also don't recall permitting you to leave."
He inhaled sharply through his nose, expressing intense dislike and disdain over the actions of the red-haired Turk as the corner of his lip twitched downward.
Reno's bright eyes wheeled impassively to the sky, snorting derisively at Cloud's elongated lecture. "Look, pokey, I asked her if she wanted to and she said yes. You got a problem? No one cares." He watched Cloud's temper flare visibly; if he could give off heat waves, he probably could, as Reno looked at him as if he was some kind of joke that didn't need laughing about. "And please, spare me the use of the word 'permit'. As far as I can tell, you're the boss of your little terrorist meatheads and I got my own group. I give orders to the Turks, NOT you; so feel free to go to hell."
Intense loathing flared in Cloud's eyes, the ultramarine orbs gleaming with a murderous rage--and Reno's eyes and smirk responded mockingly, as if challenging him, enticing him to take out the Ultima Weapon and try to skewer him right there. Struggling against that urge, Cloud's hands clenched tightly and he settled for a short, low growling sound emitting from his throat.
"Easy, tiger. Why the hell are you taking this so personally? Happy hour and a job was finished, I got paid, Lockheart's back. Can't everything just be hunky dory?" Reno's question pushed Cloud's nerves to a near breaking point, but he wasn't totally oblivious to this; choosing to act out the part instead, he fiddled with the rat's tail of his sanguine hair.
Cloud said nothing, maintaining a silence with a desolate look reappearing in his eyes, walking slowly to the rail and staring at the clouds and the Planet beneath the Highwind. Reno screened his mind of the events triggering this anger--the singing? No. The job? No. Then there was always Tifa.
"Ah, I get it now." Reno's brow lowered slightly in a small, contemplative frown; with this inquiry, he knew he was delving deeper into the how and why of the love trangle concerning two stoic men and an outgoing, cheerful woman. "This is about that thing that happened, isn't it? 'Lena and Rude caught a glimpse." He bristled slightly, shifting his light weight from one foot to the other and ready to await a heavy object being hurled at him.
"...I don't understand," Cloud said. "Why...why Rufus Shinra? I thought..."
"No, you knew. Note the past tense." Reno pressed on, having been a witness to most of the single events that put dampers in Tifa's tenacious attachment to Cloud. "Hell, I'm surprised she hasn't kicked your ass yet." His eyes sparkled with understanding and knowing, folding his arms without reserve. "And now she'll probably like some other guy, some guy whose ass you kicked a few years back. So what? Let her do whatever the hell she wants."
Cloud remained silent, nagging voices in his head reminding him of what Tifa and he had been through together: the way he had promised to be her hero, how she stayed with him in his coma and even while he loved Aeris.
So much together, yet so little to show for it...
Cloud turned around and walked off the Upper Deck, a few loose strands of naturally spiked hair flowing rapidly in the breeze and sticking to the back of his neck due to the intense heat wave; as he neared the exit, he could hear Reno silently chuckling and following behind him.
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The Turks and Tifa sat in the Operations Room in front of Rufus, who was simply sitting there resting his head in his arms on the table. He looked tired and bored, as well as unwilling to exit the room as there was a startling heat wave in the outermost parts of the ship. There was a stiff silence, partly because of exhaustion, until the Operations Room door opened--
But no one was there.
"Is that thing broken or something?" Elena inquired, standing up and making a move to close the door, her blonde, short hair sticking to the back of her neck from perspiration. Frowning her brown eyes, she scanned the doorframe once again--
"OOGA BOOGA BOOGA!!" Reno screamed, hanging upside-down from the doorframe with a stupid look on his face: only to find the tip of Elena's cool, black gun pressed firmly, one-handedly onto his forehead, where firey locks hung floating off his hairline. His crystal-like eyes glittered, amused, as Elena's brows were knitted as if Reno was one of those targets that had failed to surprise her. He chuckled, placing his hands behind his head and still upside-down, beaming at his comrades. "Damn, 'Lena. Pretty fast..." Her gun hand lowered, and she grinned--but in the blink of an eye, Reno poked her in the forehead with enough force to actually send her reeling a little ways backwards. "..but not fast enough."
Laughing, he extended his hands and slowly lowered to the floor, lowering his legs from their position on the sign and standing upright and chuckling until he found Elena tackling him in order to rip his hair out. "AAHHH!!!! GET IT OFF! JESUS CHRIST!" he screamed, running around the Operations Room frantically as Elena beat on his head violently.
"WHO'RE YOU CALLING 'IT,' BUDDY?!"
"RUDE, HELP! SHE'S TRYING TO TEAR OUT MY BEAUTIFUL FIREY LOCKS! SHINRA?! LOCKHEART?!?! WON'T SOMEONE HELP ME?!" he screamed desperately, running around the room. "I'M GOING TO DIE!!! NO ONE CARES ABOUT ME!" Reno wailed as Elena ruthlessly yanked at his hair, banged on his head, and did other painful things.
Rude shook his head, smirking slightly and taking an elongated sip of his beer; it was hard to tell that his eyes, whatever color they were behind his shades, were tracking their movements, and he chuckled silently into his bottle. Rude then placed it back onto the table, staring with slightly blurred vision--five or six other empty bottles were on the floor next to his chair, but he was hardly fazed. Blinking a little, his vision returned to normal, and he continued to watch Elena ruthlessly beat on Reno.
There was a silence from Tifa, who had an empty bottle of Chardonnay and a couple of wine glasses strewn from what was Elena's seat before she had begun fighting with Reno. Rufus was also soundless, a half-empty bottle of beer across from him, but his lack of speech was more awkward; it was rather noticeable he refused to look anywhere but the label on the bottle.
"Rufus, are you okay?" Tifa inquired concernedly, looking up at him. Rude felt his fingers subconciously loosen around his beer bottle, but said nothing as Rufus nodded slowly. He stood up and made a move for the door. "Where're you going?"
He stopped before the door, and responded monotonously, without looking back, "Gotta piss."
As the automatic door slammed to a close behind him, Rufus sighed and placed his thumb and index finger to his forehead and rubbed his temple, massaging his self-induced headache with his eyes closed. He opened his eyes.
"Holy shit!" The blonde man stumbled backwards, a very uncharacteristic movement as the psychotic grin of Yuffie Kisaragi loomed up at him and full of mirth; as he quickly regained his composure, tossing back his hair now back to normal, he glared icily at a giggling Yuffie. "What do you want, brat?" Rufus continued walking to the upper deck (noticeably NOT a toilet) with a tiny limp in his step, doing his best to ignore the ninja prancing after him with an evil look. Exasperated, he whirled around. "Go away."
"Somethin' the MATTER, Shinra?" She grinned at him with purple-gray eyes, flashing an annoying peace sign and winking. "What's the matter? Ate something moldy? Got hit by a car? Or..." A suggestive glint flickered in her eyes, but her tone held no accusation of the sort; instead, they wielded a sense of mirth that cut at his pride. "...GIRL TROUBLE?!" she screamed, flinging her arms into the air.
"No."
"Well, that was fast." Yuffie folded her arms, laughing softly underneath her breath. "You know, your eyes kinda creep me out. But back to the subject at hand; the first stage is ALWAYS DENIAL!" she announced triumphantly, shoulders trembling with restrained amusement.
"Excuse my language, but if you will, fuck off." She stared at him in mutinous silence, raising a brow as if she couldn't believe and/or didn't listen to what he had said. "What does it take?" he inquired further under the futile hope she would go away. Yuffie rolled her clouded eyes, all but sticking her tongue out at Rufus.
"'Fraid you aren't getting rid of me for now, Shinra," Yuffie chirped airily, beaming heartily at Rufus with a cheerful, exhuberant face and inwardly chuckling as he visibly cringed at the thought. "I can see...TROUBLE in your eyes! You're DISTURBED! BOTHERED! Perturbed, one might say." The ninja nodded wisely, as if saying the word "perturbed" was deserving of some enormous award... If her word was to be trusted deeply in perhaps an alternate universe, then she was correct; his somewhat deep blue eyes reflecting a few shades lighter then navy often rarely portrayed emotion other then monotony.
Was he changing?
Rufus cringed again; this time, Yuffie raised a brow, unable to see the cause of this sudden shudder. If she was able to read emotions correctly--how much her judgement was to be trusted, she didn't know much herself--then her guesses--were--correct!
"I KNEW IT!" she screamed. Then, she took a few deep, shuddering breaths. She looked up at Rufus with the same psychotic grin she had greeted him with. "Well? Sooo? What is it? Hmm? You can tell me! I won't tell anyone...uh...yeah, anyone!" She did a salute with two fingers. "Secret-telling will be kept to a strict minimum!" Rufus rolled his eyes at this, then cleared his throat loudly.
"First of all, there is nothing to tell." He ran a hand through his hair. "Second of all, let's face it: I don't trust you."
"How 'bout Tifa?" she pressed on, obviously ignoring both "facts" he stated. "Hmm? C'mon, spill!"
"Are you always this annoying?"
"Yes. And if you don't answer me, I will personally knock you silly and force you in a dazed state to speak up. And it will be PAINFUL." Yuffie grinned, and Rufus could've sworn he saw horns pop out of her head. Maybe he'd've had too much to drink...or he was hallucinating... But he snapped back to reality as Yuffie threateningly stroked her Conformer. Rufus sighed heavily, eyes narrowed in spite.
"If there was something to tell, Ms. Kisaragi, I'm sure that the lucky person who gets to listen wouldn't be you." he said swiftly and icily, without skipping a beat.
"How 'bout Turks? Cid? Vinnie? Nanaki? Reeve? Am I missing anyone?" Yuffie asked, poking Rufus in the ribs with each suggestion.
"No one." he finished bitterly. "To be honest, I'm not too concerned about anyone understanding anything. They can gawk at me stupidly for all the shits I give." Rufus's brow lowered into a slight sneer, but his tone was passive and nonchalant--with a "speech" like that, you'd think someone was freaking out somewhere. "Get out of my sight." He placed his hands in his pockets and walked past her, making his way onto the upper deck; each step he took made little difference to him, and he pondered his next course of action.
Cid walked out of the main deck, chewing on his cigarette.
"How'd it go, brat?" he inquired in a gruff, scratchy voice; he proceeded to tap some random buttons with his knuckles.
"'They can gawk at me, nyah nyeh nyeh, shits I give,'" Yuffie imitated his voice, making hand gestures and strange facial expressions as she spoke. "In other words, old man, it sucked. No, it didn't just suck. It sucked AND blew." She folded her arms again, furrowing a brow in thought. "This sucks! I can't get through to ANYONE!" she exclaimed. Cid rolled his eyes, muttering, "@&(@, I wonder why." Yuffie closed her fist and lifted her middle finger at him, making an insulting face; he chuckled lightheartedly.
"Well @&(@ you too, kid." Cid chuckled, fiddling with a wrench, then turning back to the open panel and began examining it with expert eyes. He turned his head slightly towards Yuffie. "If I were you, I wouldn't be @^@*in' meddlin' in other peoples' affairs. Mind your own @^(!in' buisness, kid. Won't do shit for you if you keep this up."
"But I'm NOSY!" Yuffie wailed. Cid rolled his eyes.
"Don't do anything too @*(!in' stupid."
"That's impossible, old man." she whined, stomping her foot imperiously.
"So don't do anything at all. It's not that @($#in' hard." Cid raised a brow, turning his head slightly so Yuffie could see the look he was giving her. Yuffie stuck out her tongue at the pilot with a loud "nyeh" sound. "Not everything has a @^(#in' happy ending."
"But I'm gonna try and make it that way, pops!" she persisted, folding her arms with a face of fixed determination. "I'm gonna do it, and there is DIDDLY SQUAT you can do to stop me!"
"Except skewer you on my spear and feed you to hungry animals." he mumbled under his breath, a puff of cigarette smoke clouding the panel before him.
"I HEARD THAT!" Yuffie screamed, hurling a Fire Materia at the back of his head. "LIKE HELL I'M GOING TO BE FED TO ANIMALS, YOU EVIL OLD MAN!"
"@&($!" Cid yelped as the Materia hit the floor with a loud clink, rubbing the short indent on the back of his head and sneering. "It was a JOKE, stupid kid! A JOKE! @^(@!"
"...It WASN'T FUNNY!" she screamed in reply. "Ugly old man... I can do this by myself..."
"Hey, I looked pretty #*@* good when I was young," he remarked defiantly.
"Really? How many centuries ago was that?" Yuffie asked, raising a brow.
Yuffie ran from the angry wrath of Cid's Venus Gospel.
"IT WAS A JOOOKE!"
Disclaimer: FF7 is not Daisaku's ;_;
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"Why did you take her on the damn mission, Reno?" Cloud demanded, his Mako eyes glaring icily at the captain of the Turks, anger strewn across his once-flawless features; Reno barely flinched, his jewel-like eyes haunted with mirth and beguilement as he fixed his gaze on Cloud, unblinking, unafraid of the consequences of his actions. "She could've been seriously injured. I also don't recall permitting you to leave."
He inhaled sharply through his nose, expressing intense dislike and disdain over the actions of the red-haired Turk as the corner of his lip twitched downward.
Reno's bright eyes wheeled impassively to the sky, snorting derisively at Cloud's elongated lecture. "Look, pokey, I asked her if she wanted to and she said yes. You got a problem? No one cares." He watched Cloud's temper flare visibly; if he could give off heat waves, he probably could, as Reno looked at him as if he was some kind of joke that didn't need laughing about. "And please, spare me the use of the word 'permit'. As far as I can tell, you're the boss of your little terrorist meatheads and I got my own group. I give orders to the Turks, NOT you; so feel free to go to hell."
Intense loathing flared in Cloud's eyes, the ultramarine orbs gleaming with a murderous rage--and Reno's eyes and smirk responded mockingly, as if challenging him, enticing him to take out the Ultima Weapon and try to skewer him right there. Struggling against that urge, Cloud's hands clenched tightly and he settled for a short, low growling sound emitting from his throat.
"Easy, tiger. Why the hell are you taking this so personally? Happy hour and a job was finished, I got paid, Lockheart's back. Can't everything just be hunky dory?" Reno's question pushed Cloud's nerves to a near breaking point, but he wasn't totally oblivious to this; choosing to act out the part instead, he fiddled with the rat's tail of his sanguine hair.
Cloud said nothing, maintaining a silence with a desolate look reappearing in his eyes, walking slowly to the rail and staring at the clouds and the Planet beneath the Highwind. Reno screened his mind of the events triggering this anger--the singing? No. The job? No. Then there was always Tifa.
"Ah, I get it now." Reno's brow lowered slightly in a small, contemplative frown; with this inquiry, he knew he was delving deeper into the how and why of the love trangle concerning two stoic men and an outgoing, cheerful woman. "This is about that thing that happened, isn't it? 'Lena and Rude caught a glimpse." He bristled slightly, shifting his light weight from one foot to the other and ready to await a heavy object being hurled at him.
"...I don't understand," Cloud said. "Why...why Rufus Shinra? I thought..."
"No, you knew. Note the past tense." Reno pressed on, having been a witness to most of the single events that put dampers in Tifa's tenacious attachment to Cloud. "Hell, I'm surprised she hasn't kicked your ass yet." His eyes sparkled with understanding and knowing, folding his arms without reserve. "And now she'll probably like some other guy, some guy whose ass you kicked a few years back. So what? Let her do whatever the hell she wants."
Cloud remained silent, nagging voices in his head reminding him of what Tifa and he had been through together: the way he had promised to be her hero, how she stayed with him in his coma and even while he loved Aeris.
So much together, yet so little to show for it...
Cloud turned around and walked off the Upper Deck, a few loose strands of naturally spiked hair flowing rapidly in the breeze and sticking to the back of his neck due to the intense heat wave; as he neared the exit, he could hear Reno silently chuckling and following behind him.
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The Turks and Tifa sat in the Operations Room in front of Rufus, who was simply sitting there resting his head in his arms on the table. He looked tired and bored, as well as unwilling to exit the room as there was a startling heat wave in the outermost parts of the ship. There was a stiff silence, partly because of exhaustion, until the Operations Room door opened--
But no one was there.
"Is that thing broken or something?" Elena inquired, standing up and making a move to close the door, her blonde, short hair sticking to the back of her neck from perspiration. Frowning her brown eyes, she scanned the doorframe once again--
"OOGA BOOGA BOOGA!!" Reno screamed, hanging upside-down from the doorframe with a stupid look on his face: only to find the tip of Elena's cool, black gun pressed firmly, one-handedly onto his forehead, where firey locks hung floating off his hairline. His crystal-like eyes glittered, amused, as Elena's brows were knitted as if Reno was one of those targets that had failed to surprise her. He chuckled, placing his hands behind his head and still upside-down, beaming at his comrades. "Damn, 'Lena. Pretty fast..." Her gun hand lowered, and she grinned--but in the blink of an eye, Reno poked her in the forehead with enough force to actually send her reeling a little ways backwards. "..but not fast enough."
Laughing, he extended his hands and slowly lowered to the floor, lowering his legs from their position on the sign and standing upright and chuckling until he found Elena tackling him in order to rip his hair out. "AAHHH!!!! GET IT OFF! JESUS CHRIST!" he screamed, running around the Operations Room frantically as Elena beat on his head violently.
"WHO'RE YOU CALLING 'IT,' BUDDY?!"
"RUDE, HELP! SHE'S TRYING TO TEAR OUT MY BEAUTIFUL FIREY LOCKS! SHINRA?! LOCKHEART?!?! WON'T SOMEONE HELP ME?!" he screamed desperately, running around the room. "I'M GOING TO DIE!!! NO ONE CARES ABOUT ME!" Reno wailed as Elena ruthlessly yanked at his hair, banged on his head, and did other painful things.
Rude shook his head, smirking slightly and taking an elongated sip of his beer; it was hard to tell that his eyes, whatever color they were behind his shades, were tracking their movements, and he chuckled silently into his bottle. Rude then placed it back onto the table, staring with slightly blurred vision--five or six other empty bottles were on the floor next to his chair, but he was hardly fazed. Blinking a little, his vision returned to normal, and he continued to watch Elena ruthlessly beat on Reno.
There was a silence from Tifa, who had an empty bottle of Chardonnay and a couple of wine glasses strewn from what was Elena's seat before she had begun fighting with Reno. Rufus was also soundless, a half-empty bottle of beer across from him, but his lack of speech was more awkward; it was rather noticeable he refused to look anywhere but the label on the bottle.
"Rufus, are you okay?" Tifa inquired concernedly, looking up at him. Rude felt his fingers subconciously loosen around his beer bottle, but said nothing as Rufus nodded slowly. He stood up and made a move for the door. "Where're you going?"
He stopped before the door, and responded monotonously, without looking back, "Gotta piss."
As the automatic door slammed to a close behind him, Rufus sighed and placed his thumb and index finger to his forehead and rubbed his temple, massaging his self-induced headache with his eyes closed. He opened his eyes.
"Holy shit!" The blonde man stumbled backwards, a very uncharacteristic movement as the psychotic grin of Yuffie Kisaragi loomed up at him and full of mirth; as he quickly regained his composure, tossing back his hair now back to normal, he glared icily at a giggling Yuffie. "What do you want, brat?" Rufus continued walking to the upper deck (noticeably NOT a toilet) with a tiny limp in his step, doing his best to ignore the ninja prancing after him with an evil look. Exasperated, he whirled around. "Go away."
"Somethin' the MATTER, Shinra?" She grinned at him with purple-gray eyes, flashing an annoying peace sign and winking. "What's the matter? Ate something moldy? Got hit by a car? Or..." A suggestive glint flickered in her eyes, but her tone held no accusation of the sort; instead, they wielded a sense of mirth that cut at his pride. "...GIRL TROUBLE?!" she screamed, flinging her arms into the air.
"No."
"Well, that was fast." Yuffie folded her arms, laughing softly underneath her breath. "You know, your eyes kinda creep me out. But back to the subject at hand; the first stage is ALWAYS DENIAL!" she announced triumphantly, shoulders trembling with restrained amusement.
"Excuse my language, but if you will, fuck off." She stared at him in mutinous silence, raising a brow as if she couldn't believe and/or didn't listen to what he had said. "What does it take?" he inquired further under the futile hope she would go away. Yuffie rolled her clouded eyes, all but sticking her tongue out at Rufus.
"'Fraid you aren't getting rid of me for now, Shinra," Yuffie chirped airily, beaming heartily at Rufus with a cheerful, exhuberant face and inwardly chuckling as he visibly cringed at the thought. "I can see...TROUBLE in your eyes! You're DISTURBED! BOTHERED! Perturbed, one might say." The ninja nodded wisely, as if saying the word "perturbed" was deserving of some enormous award... If her word was to be trusted deeply in perhaps an alternate universe, then she was correct; his somewhat deep blue eyes reflecting a few shades lighter then navy often rarely portrayed emotion other then monotony.
Was he changing?
Rufus cringed again; this time, Yuffie raised a brow, unable to see the cause of this sudden shudder. If she was able to read emotions correctly--how much her judgement was to be trusted, she didn't know much herself--then her guesses--were--correct!
"I KNEW IT!" she screamed. Then, she took a few deep, shuddering breaths. She looked up at Rufus with the same psychotic grin she had greeted him with. "Well? Sooo? What is it? Hmm? You can tell me! I won't tell anyone...uh...yeah, anyone!" She did a salute with two fingers. "Secret-telling will be kept to a strict minimum!" Rufus rolled his eyes at this, then cleared his throat loudly.
"First of all, there is nothing to tell." He ran a hand through his hair. "Second of all, let's face it: I don't trust you."
"How 'bout Tifa?" she pressed on, obviously ignoring both "facts" he stated. "Hmm? C'mon, spill!"
"Are you always this annoying?"
"Yes. And if you don't answer me, I will personally knock you silly and force you in a dazed state to speak up. And it will be PAINFUL." Yuffie grinned, and Rufus could've sworn he saw horns pop out of her head. Maybe he'd've had too much to drink...or he was hallucinating... But he snapped back to reality as Yuffie threateningly stroked her Conformer. Rufus sighed heavily, eyes narrowed in spite.
"If there was something to tell, Ms. Kisaragi, I'm sure that the lucky person who gets to listen wouldn't be you." he said swiftly and icily, without skipping a beat.
"How 'bout Turks? Cid? Vinnie? Nanaki? Reeve? Am I missing anyone?" Yuffie asked, poking Rufus in the ribs with each suggestion.
"No one." he finished bitterly. "To be honest, I'm not too concerned about anyone understanding anything. They can gawk at me stupidly for all the shits I give." Rufus's brow lowered into a slight sneer, but his tone was passive and nonchalant--with a "speech" like that, you'd think someone was freaking out somewhere. "Get out of my sight." He placed his hands in his pockets and walked past her, making his way onto the upper deck; each step he took made little difference to him, and he pondered his next course of action.
Cid walked out of the main deck, chewing on his cigarette.
"How'd it go, brat?" he inquired in a gruff, scratchy voice; he proceeded to tap some random buttons with his knuckles.
"'They can gawk at me, nyah nyeh nyeh, shits I give,'" Yuffie imitated his voice, making hand gestures and strange facial expressions as she spoke. "In other words, old man, it sucked. No, it didn't just suck. It sucked AND blew." She folded her arms again, furrowing a brow in thought. "This sucks! I can't get through to ANYONE!" she exclaimed. Cid rolled his eyes, muttering, "@&(@, I wonder why." Yuffie closed her fist and lifted her middle finger at him, making an insulting face; he chuckled lightheartedly.
"Well @&(@ you too, kid." Cid chuckled, fiddling with a wrench, then turning back to the open panel and began examining it with expert eyes. He turned his head slightly towards Yuffie. "If I were you, I wouldn't be @^@*in' meddlin' in other peoples' affairs. Mind your own @^(!in' buisness, kid. Won't do shit for you if you keep this up."
"But I'm NOSY!" Yuffie wailed. Cid rolled his eyes.
"Don't do anything too @*(!in' stupid."
"That's impossible, old man." she whined, stomping her foot imperiously.
"So don't do anything at all. It's not that @($#in' hard." Cid raised a brow, turning his head slightly so Yuffie could see the look he was giving her. Yuffie stuck out her tongue at the pilot with a loud "nyeh" sound. "Not everything has a @^(#in' happy ending."
"But I'm gonna try and make it that way, pops!" she persisted, folding her arms with a face of fixed determination. "I'm gonna do it, and there is DIDDLY SQUAT you can do to stop me!"
"Except skewer you on my spear and feed you to hungry animals." he mumbled under his breath, a puff of cigarette smoke clouding the panel before him.
"I HEARD THAT!" Yuffie screamed, hurling a Fire Materia at the back of his head. "LIKE HELL I'M GOING TO BE FED TO ANIMALS, YOU EVIL OLD MAN!"
"@&($!" Cid yelped as the Materia hit the floor with a loud clink, rubbing the short indent on the back of his head and sneering. "It was a JOKE, stupid kid! A JOKE! @^(@!"
"...It WASN'T FUNNY!" she screamed in reply. "Ugly old man... I can do this by myself..."
"Hey, I looked pretty #*@* good when I was young," he remarked defiantly.
"Really? How many centuries ago was that?" Yuffie asked, raising a brow.
Yuffie ran from the angry wrath of Cid's Venus Gospel.
"IT WAS A JOOOKE!"