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Note: R&R!
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Yuffie stood up, wobbled, then as she balanced herself she smiled.
'See, Aerith. I can do this.'
Everyday when Aerith wasn't bustling around fluffing pillows or Cid coming in to tell her stories like when she was younger, she practiced walking. She was definitely better than two days ago, but if she fell onto the floor, she would not be able to get up.
She took a few large steps forward and paced around the room, trying to make as little noise as possible. She could feel her leg muscles pull in her thighs and calves, and it felt good.
'Wait until Aerith sees me. She won't know what hit her. I'll stun 'em all.'
Breathing hard, she eased herself upon the bed and laid down on the bed, snapping her eyes shut. If she had to endure any more days of being lonely, bored, and annoyed, she would bust.
She opened her eyes slowly. Ever since she had first woken up, she had missed Squall. But why? She had never really wanted to see him, to hear his voice, to touch his soft, warm lips, the ones that would taste so good on hers once their lips met...Everything had changed, now. She wanted to run her hands through his hair...to...
"Yuffie! Stop it, stop it, STOP IT!" she said to herself harshly. Being stuck up in a stupid room all day had gotten her to thinking more often than usual, and she always thought of Squall. She knew what was happening, but she refused to let herself admit it out loud.
After all...who could like stoic, emotionless, aggravating Squall?
~~~
Leon opened his eyes quickly. Without a single thought, he pulled his legs over the side of the bed and almost throttled a Moogle.
"Damn Moogles..." he muttered under his breath. Was this some weird conspiracy, or were they always huddled around him, trying to get him to blow his top?
They scattered away and took their positions at the Item Workshop, not daring a passing glance at him.
He ran a hand through his hair and went into First District. People turned and stared at him. Some dared to point or laugh.
"Hey, man. What the hell are you, a transvestite wanna-be?" yelled a teenager, laughing with a group of his friends. He glared at him, and the teen glared right back. What the teen was talking about, he had no clue, but it made him angry at his ignorance.
He wandered into Second District and quickly found himself in the hotel lobby, headed towards his room. Yuffie's room, anyway. She had taken it over with get-well balloons and pretty flowers. It was utterly horrible.
He opened the door, she way lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, her eyes hazy. He crept slowly along the wall. She had not seen him yet. He crouched low on the ground. He was right next to her bedside, just right there.
He stopped short, surprised at how playful he was being. He gave up that kind of act at six. Wait, maybe four. It didn't really matter, but why was he allowing himself frivolous activities when he could be doing other things?
The mood gone, he stood up and startled Yuffie.
"Oh, Squall, I'm going to-"
"Leon," he cut in sharply.
She glared at him, and he glared back, but the look quickly left her face.
"Erm..." she said, her voice full of rich laughter.
Squall rolled his eyes.
"What is on your face? Were you playing in Aerith's makeup bag?" she said incredulously. She held back a peal of laughter.
"What are you talking about?"
Yuffie opened the drawer of her end table and pulled out a mirror and held it up to his face.
Squall's jaw dropped. Bold, red lipstick was done messily on and around his lips, and ugly, blue eye shadow was in a circle around his eyes, like he had gotten punched in a fight. His cheeks were a bright pink blush.
Yuffie burst out laughing.
So now he knew what the teenager said about being a transvestite. And NOW he knew what the Moogles were doing surrounding his bed. He calmly walked into the bathroom, but under the mask he was furious.
He ran the water off the sink and wiped off all of the makeup to the best of his abilities. He came back outside. Yuffie was standing in the middle of the room, trying to get to the able.
"What are you doing up? Get back in bed."
Once Yuffie looked up at him, she started laughing again and lost her balance. She fell on the floor with a loud thud.
"Owwww...my butt!" she exclaimed through gasps of laughter. She held out her hand. "Can you help me up?"
Reluctantly, he grabbed her hand and pulled her up quickly and roughly. Her arms flailed and she fell onto him, knocking them both over onto the bed. Their chests were crushed together. A pink blush spread across her cheeks.
"Can you get off me?" he said.
"I can't."
"What do you mean, you can't?"
"I'm stuck. I don't have the power to roll off of you," she laughed.
Squall sighed. This was just like Yuffie. He held her arms and started to roll her off.
"Ouch! My side, my side!"
"Well how are you going to get off of me? If I make a move to get out from under you I'll hurt you."
Her eyes widened. "What?" he asked.
The door started to open, and Aerith walked in, carrying a bowl of hot soup. She saw them together on the bed, gasped, and dropped the soup. The bowl shattered into pieces on the floor and spilled all over Aerith. She yelped and ran into the bathroom.
"Oh Lord, now look what we're going to have to own up to!" she said in an exasperated tone. With a huge effort, she rolled off of him.
He sat up. "I can finally breathe again! How much DO you weigh, Yuffie?" He was staring at her intensely with a deadpan face.
She blushed again and hit him over the head with a pillow.
"Oh, you...you!"
The corner off his lips turned up slightly.
"Oh my GAWD! Are you smiling?!"
A scowl formed on his face. "What are you talking about?"
"Geez, what a coward. He's afraid to let people see him smile," she taunted. She sat on the bed with crossed legs and relaxed her back against the wall. Squall stood up.
"No, actually. If it weren't for you, I WOULD smile. If it weren't for you, I would still have a room to myself. If it weren't for you, I would have a life!"
Yuffie gaped. How could he say such things to her?
Aerith poked her head out of the bathroom, then came into full view. A large yellow soup stain was visible down the front of her dress, but it had been covered with water.
"Leon, how could you say that to her? That has got to be the worst yet!"
"Who's keeping count? It's true, all of it. If she wouldn't have been such a fool she would still be able to walk. She is the WORST ninja I have ever seen in my life."
Angry tears brimmed along her eyes and threatened to spill. Where was all of this coming from? Is this how he really felt about her?
"Is that how you really feel about me? Is it?" she demanded, trying to control the tremor in her voice.
She stood up and walked toward him with determination. He stood still and watched her. What a fool.
She stood next to him, close enough to feel his breathe. She raised her hand, getting ready to slap him, but he caught her wrist.
Aerith gasped.
"Don't you ever raise your hand at me," he said through clenched teeth.
"You are not the boss of me," she said, yanking her hand back.
She raised her hand again and slapped him across the face. Her tears fell out of her eyes and splattered on the floor. He had cut her deeply. She thought they were getting along so much better, and he went and ruined it.
"How could you?" she yelled.
"Oh, Yuffie, stop, come on, sit down..." Aerith said, pulling her away from him. Yuffie ripped away from her grasp, and with a burst of energy, ran out of the room and out into Second District.
~~~
Squall angrily walked back to the Item Workshop. He hadn't meant to hurt Yuffie's feelings. It was an accident. Well, not an accident, but he really hadn't meant to blow up at her.
He knew he liked her. He realized it now. He more than liked her. He just didn't know how to show his feelings toward her. Every time he pushed her away he wanted her back. When he got to close to someone, he put as much distance between him and the person. In this case, Yuffie. He felt truly bad about what he said.
He opened the door to the Item Workshop and glared at the Moogles. They took one look at his face and realization dawned on them. They scattered into hiding places.
He knelt on one knee and said in a low voice, "Give me the makeup."
A Moogle stumbled and crawled under the couch, then brought out Aerith's makeup bag. Squall snatched it from him, and gripped it in his hands. He left the workshop and went to take it back to Aerith.
The Moogles scampered to their positions.
"Whoa...that was a close on, kupo," said the stupid one.
They murmured in agreement and started synthesizing.
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OH MY GOSH! I hate this, hate this, hate this! This is a really crummy chapter!!!! I have writer's block. And it's really short, and I don't have romance.
Maybe I'll just give this story up. I know I really haven't gotten anywhere, but...well you tell me. Should I go on?
Just review, tell me what you thought...
If I DO give this up, I have another one that I'm working on right now, but I'm not so sure about it. ARGHHH!
*sobs* I never realized how frustrating this would be, as fun as it is!
Note: R&R!
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Yuffie stood up, wobbled, then as she balanced herself she smiled.
'See, Aerith. I can do this.'
Everyday when Aerith wasn't bustling around fluffing pillows or Cid coming in to tell her stories like when she was younger, she practiced walking. She was definitely better than two days ago, but if she fell onto the floor, she would not be able to get up.
She took a few large steps forward and paced around the room, trying to make as little noise as possible. She could feel her leg muscles pull in her thighs and calves, and it felt good.
'Wait until Aerith sees me. She won't know what hit her. I'll stun 'em all.'
Breathing hard, she eased herself upon the bed and laid down on the bed, snapping her eyes shut. If she had to endure any more days of being lonely, bored, and annoyed, she would bust.
She opened her eyes slowly. Ever since she had first woken up, she had missed Squall. But why? She had never really wanted to see him, to hear his voice, to touch his soft, warm lips, the ones that would taste so good on hers once their lips met...Everything had changed, now. She wanted to run her hands through his hair...to...
"Yuffie! Stop it, stop it, STOP IT!" she said to herself harshly. Being stuck up in a stupid room all day had gotten her to thinking more often than usual, and she always thought of Squall. She knew what was happening, but she refused to let herself admit it out loud.
After all...who could like stoic, emotionless, aggravating Squall?
~~~
Leon opened his eyes quickly. Without a single thought, he pulled his legs over the side of the bed and almost throttled a Moogle.
"Damn Moogles..." he muttered under his breath. Was this some weird conspiracy, or were they always huddled around him, trying to get him to blow his top?
They scattered away and took their positions at the Item Workshop, not daring a passing glance at him.
He ran a hand through his hair and went into First District. People turned and stared at him. Some dared to point or laugh.
"Hey, man. What the hell are you, a transvestite wanna-be?" yelled a teenager, laughing with a group of his friends. He glared at him, and the teen glared right back. What the teen was talking about, he had no clue, but it made him angry at his ignorance.
He wandered into Second District and quickly found himself in the hotel lobby, headed towards his room. Yuffie's room, anyway. She had taken it over with get-well balloons and pretty flowers. It was utterly horrible.
He opened the door, she way lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling, her eyes hazy. He crept slowly along the wall. She had not seen him yet. He crouched low on the ground. He was right next to her bedside, just right there.
He stopped short, surprised at how playful he was being. He gave up that kind of act at six. Wait, maybe four. It didn't really matter, but why was he allowing himself frivolous activities when he could be doing other things?
The mood gone, he stood up and startled Yuffie.
"Oh, Squall, I'm going to-"
"Leon," he cut in sharply.
She glared at him, and he glared back, but the look quickly left her face.
"Erm..." she said, her voice full of rich laughter.
Squall rolled his eyes.
"What is on your face? Were you playing in Aerith's makeup bag?" she said incredulously. She held back a peal of laughter.
"What are you talking about?"
Yuffie opened the drawer of her end table and pulled out a mirror and held it up to his face.
Squall's jaw dropped. Bold, red lipstick was done messily on and around his lips, and ugly, blue eye shadow was in a circle around his eyes, like he had gotten punched in a fight. His cheeks were a bright pink blush.
Yuffie burst out laughing.
So now he knew what the teenager said about being a transvestite. And NOW he knew what the Moogles were doing surrounding his bed. He calmly walked into the bathroom, but under the mask he was furious.
He ran the water off the sink and wiped off all of the makeup to the best of his abilities. He came back outside. Yuffie was standing in the middle of the room, trying to get to the able.
"What are you doing up? Get back in bed."
Once Yuffie looked up at him, she started laughing again and lost her balance. She fell on the floor with a loud thud.
"Owwww...my butt!" she exclaimed through gasps of laughter. She held out her hand. "Can you help me up?"
Reluctantly, he grabbed her hand and pulled her up quickly and roughly. Her arms flailed and she fell onto him, knocking them both over onto the bed. Their chests were crushed together. A pink blush spread across her cheeks.
"Can you get off me?" he said.
"I can't."
"What do you mean, you can't?"
"I'm stuck. I don't have the power to roll off of you," she laughed.
Squall sighed. This was just like Yuffie. He held her arms and started to roll her off.
"Ouch! My side, my side!"
"Well how are you going to get off of me? If I make a move to get out from under you I'll hurt you."
Her eyes widened. "What?" he asked.
The door started to open, and Aerith walked in, carrying a bowl of hot soup. She saw them together on the bed, gasped, and dropped the soup. The bowl shattered into pieces on the floor and spilled all over Aerith. She yelped and ran into the bathroom.
"Oh Lord, now look what we're going to have to own up to!" she said in an exasperated tone. With a huge effort, she rolled off of him.
He sat up. "I can finally breathe again! How much DO you weigh, Yuffie?" He was staring at her intensely with a deadpan face.
She blushed again and hit him over the head with a pillow.
"Oh, you...you!"
The corner off his lips turned up slightly.
"Oh my GAWD! Are you smiling?!"
A scowl formed on his face. "What are you talking about?"
"Geez, what a coward. He's afraid to let people see him smile," she taunted. She sat on the bed with crossed legs and relaxed her back against the wall. Squall stood up.
"No, actually. If it weren't for you, I WOULD smile. If it weren't for you, I would still have a room to myself. If it weren't for you, I would have a life!"
Yuffie gaped. How could he say such things to her?
Aerith poked her head out of the bathroom, then came into full view. A large yellow soup stain was visible down the front of her dress, but it had been covered with water.
"Leon, how could you say that to her? That has got to be the worst yet!"
"Who's keeping count? It's true, all of it. If she wouldn't have been such a fool she would still be able to walk. She is the WORST ninja I have ever seen in my life."
Angry tears brimmed along her eyes and threatened to spill. Where was all of this coming from? Is this how he really felt about her?
"Is that how you really feel about me? Is it?" she demanded, trying to control the tremor in her voice.
She stood up and walked toward him with determination. He stood still and watched her. What a fool.
She stood next to him, close enough to feel his breathe. She raised her hand, getting ready to slap him, but he caught her wrist.
Aerith gasped.
"Don't you ever raise your hand at me," he said through clenched teeth.
"You are not the boss of me," she said, yanking her hand back.
She raised her hand again and slapped him across the face. Her tears fell out of her eyes and splattered on the floor. He had cut her deeply. She thought they were getting along so much better, and he went and ruined it.
"How could you?" she yelled.
"Oh, Yuffie, stop, come on, sit down..." Aerith said, pulling her away from him. Yuffie ripped away from her grasp, and with a burst of energy, ran out of the room and out into Second District.
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Squall angrily walked back to the Item Workshop. He hadn't meant to hurt Yuffie's feelings. It was an accident. Well, not an accident, but he really hadn't meant to blow up at her.
He knew he liked her. He realized it now. He more than liked her. He just didn't know how to show his feelings toward her. Every time he pushed her away he wanted her back. When he got to close to someone, he put as much distance between him and the person. In this case, Yuffie. He felt truly bad about what he said.
He opened the door to the Item Workshop and glared at the Moogles. They took one look at his face and realization dawned on them. They scattered into hiding places.
He knelt on one knee and said in a low voice, "Give me the makeup."
A Moogle stumbled and crawled under the couch, then brought out Aerith's makeup bag. Squall snatched it from him, and gripped it in his hands. He left the workshop and went to take it back to Aerith.
The Moogles scampered to their positions.
"Whoa...that was a close on, kupo," said the stupid one.
They murmured in agreement and started synthesizing.
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OH MY GOSH! I hate this, hate this, hate this! This is a really crummy chapter!!!! I have writer's block. And it's really short, and I don't have romance.
Maybe I'll just give this story up. I know I really haven't gotten anywhere, but...well you tell me. Should I go on?
Just review, tell me what you thought...
If I DO give this up, I have another one that I'm working on right now, but I'm not so sure about it. ARGHHH!
*sobs* I never realized how frustrating this would be, as fun as it is!