a/n: If I haven't mentioned already, the following idea was submitted by Ninja Girl Emi. Go read her stories…um, after you read this one ^-^ Just kidding, just kidding…
Chapter VII: Clarinet Wars
It was dark on the second floor that night as Tifa, Aerith, Shera, and Yuffie all began to carry out 'The Plan'. Yuffie and Shera were keeping watch. Shera was stationed by the stairs, and Yuffie was standing right outside Fujin's door. Aerith and Tifa were working on actually working on moving the massive couch.
They new this idea would work—Elena had paid extra for her own isolated room. Since Elena's room wasn't connected to anyone's, nor did she have a roommate, she'd have no one to help her get the couch out from in front of her door. The girls knew she couldn't pull it off alone—because even moving the gargantuan couch was proving harder than it had looked. The girls were getting frustrated. Time was of the utmost importance.
Two shadowy figures descended the stairs. Shera frantically gave Tifa and Aerith the signal, but it was too late.
They were caught.
A relieved smile came across Aerith's face—she was the first to notice just who these two shadowy figures were. They were both too tall to be Zidane or Fujin, Tifa noticed too, smiling as well. Shera and Yuffie grinned too, feeling rather silly at not realizing who the two were. Pale moonlight spilled into the room through an open window, and there was no disguising the tall, spiky-haired boy and his even taller white-haired friend.
They said nothing, but instead helped the girls lift the couch and gently deposit it in front of Elena's door.
Then, in unspoken agreement to see what the other group was up to, they descended the stairs that lead out the door. Shera signaled to them as if to say "I'll stay up here and keep watch."
They didn't say anything until they were a good distance away from the dorms.
"Explain yourself," Tifa grinned.
"Cloud saw what Elena did to Aerith's flower, and then heard what he said to you, and the two of us decided to get revenge. Cid came up with the plan and he's upstairs keeping watch out for us while Barret guards Zidane's door," Sephiroth explained. Tifa couldn't help but smile—it sounded just like their plan. "And what exactly were you two doing?"
"About the same," Tifa smiled. "Only Yuffie came up with our plan."
"You thought this up?" Sephiroth gave Yuffie what could only be described as a look of approval. "This revolt might not turn out so bad after all."
Yuffie couldn't think of anything intelligent to say, trying her hardest not to fall asleep.
"I kinda like her better that way," Tifa joked, and Cloud smiled.
"Quiet," he added on, and Tifa nodded.
The small group sat in peaceful silence for a few moments before Yuffie broke it by muttering something unintelligible. She'd leaned against Sephiroth hand now she was talking in her sleep.
"Why is it always me?" Sephiroth rolled his eyes.
A rustle in the bushes distracted them from Yuffie, though. Tifa tensed and Cloud stood up. The bush rattled again, and then the figure in it stepped out.
Vincent, of all people, stood there, an embarrassed look on his face.
"That's it, I don't want to know," Sephiroth stood up, and Yuffie fell to the ground. She blinked, confused, then asked a question that no one could really understand since all of her words were running together.
Sephiroth helped her up, put his hands on her shoulders, and steered her back towards the building, mumbling something to himself. Tifa and Aerith couldn't help but smile.
"What are you doing here, Vincent?" Tifa finally asked.
"Late night chocolate cravings," Vincent admitted sheepishly. He held out a handful of candy bards. "Kudos, anyone?"
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A/n: Thanks to everyone who reviewed!! *beams* Sometimes these are my only inspirations to keep going! (*The-Author2—Did you all seriously do that? o.O I laughed so hard! I could just see it happening! *Name—I have a lot of trouble getting Barret's character down so there's not a lot of him…and gee, I don't know why there's more Vincent…but I like Vincent so I must put more of him in! …let's see, where can I shove Vincent into this at…)
Only two more days of band camp left. Wow. And to think last night I sat down and almost finished this…don't worry, it's almost over. *smiles*
And for the record, I don't own Kudos. One of them came with my sack lunch that I bought at school today, but I ate it. So I guess I don't own kudos. Love and peace, ~xiffie~