Xifa's Notes:
I want to apologize, first and foremost, for taking so long to update. Life's been hectic and distracting, and I just haven't made the time to do this. However, yesterday or the day before or something like that, I sat down and finished the ENTIRE BAND CAMP STORY, and I've already reached chapter three of the sequel! Hopefully you all don't hate me too much! Here's the final few chapters in the band camp story, and I hope you all have enjoyed this. I have.
Chapter XIV; The Last Lunch
Cid and Yuffie had skipped Quistis's musical theory class, but they did show up for lunch. Both had smug, pleased looks on their faces as if they had just gotten away with an impossible-to-pull-off crime.
Which, indeed, they had.
"Well don't you two look like that cats that swallowed the canaries," Tifa arched an eyebrow, amused. "What did you two do?"
Cid and Yuffie burst out laughing to the point of tears, but never did answer the question. Sephiroth looked to Yuffie, who was finally recovering from a fit of giggles.
"So, what's the deal with the revolt today?" he asked.
"SHHH! Today everything is STRICTLY CONFIDENTIAL!" Yuffie whispered. "You must NOT get us caught!!!"
"Sorry, sorry," Sephiroth laughed. "I can't believe that band camp's almost over," he said, changing the topic to something that was less likely to get them in trouble.
"Me either," Aeris shook her head. "It's been so much fun…"
"Can we stop getting all sad?! Hello, we don't leave until tomorrow morning!" Yuffie scowled, pouting about leaving in her own, personal way.
"Okay. We'll stop," Sephiroth smiled.
"So, we haven't had to do anything pertaining to 'our jobs' yet," Shera said to Yuffie. "What's the deal?"
"None of the groups got caught, so there was nothing for you to do," Yuffie shrugged.
"You were gonna use us to blame?!" Cid exclaimed.
"Ah," Yuffie laughed nervously. "Think of it more as…you being our lawyers!"
Four rubber bands went flying at Yuffie, coming from the general direction of Barret, Cid, Cloud, and Sephiroth. Nanaki was still struggling with his, but it's the thought that counts.