Author's Note:
Reno: Hi, I'm Reno of the Turks, and I'm here to say that I have taken over this story.
Elena: He so has not! Tyramir just went to the bathroom!
Tseng: Elena, you talk too much.
Reno: Uh, boss, aren't you dead?
Tseng: Oh right. ::dies::
Reno: That's better. Now, since Tyramir is in the bathroom, and I've locked the door, I now control this story, isn't that right, Rude?
Rude: ...
Reno: Excellent. Now, the first thing I'll do is rewrite Chapter 5 so I get paid an advance.
Elena: You can't do that! We have to earn that money!
Reno: Shut up, Elena. Second, me and Rude, being heterosexual life mates, will move onto Wutai, where we will spend our days in maragaritaville, pissing away limitless funds of cash on cheap Wutaian strippers and--
Rude: ...
Reno: Don't interrupt me, Rude! This is my dream!
Rude: ::points::
Reno: Huh?
Bang
Elena: Oh my god, the writer just shot Reno! Hoorai!
Tyramir: Alright, back to the story.
Chapter Seven
Old Enemies
Yuffie was fairly certain that she didn't need the bandages that were holding her jaw shut. When Tifa had first wrapped them on with a straight face, but humor in her eyes, she had immediately had her suspiscions. When she was then allowed to take off the bandages for meals, but forbidden to speak during those times, she had become certain of the redundancy of the wrapped cloth. Eating hurt, but it wouldn't kill her. So, by that extension, she should be allowed to voice her complaints about the stupid bandages, and how much she hurt.
Now that she had seen other members of Avalanche, she was certain beyond all doubt that some sort of sick joke was being played on her. Even Cloud, who had dropped into a deep melancholia, had seemed mildly amused by the new fashion statement on her face. It was just so unfair!
Tifa had told her to rest until well until the afternoon, but since she was feeling decidedly rebellious, she had decided to leave bed as early as possible to see what was going on in the village of Kalm. Now she was beginning to wonder if bed wasn't such a bad idea after all.
Kalm was so ... boring. It didn't even have a decent Materia store. All people wanted to talk about was Meteor and how they were all lucky that they were still alive. Sure, cool, the world didn't blow up. But get over it and move on, already.
What Kalm needed was some action. Some adventure. A little excitement. Kalm needed to stop being so... calm.
"Yuffie, I was looking for you."
Yuffie turned around to see Red XIII approaching from an alleyway. He wagged his tail once at her, then squatted on his haunches. She tried to speak, then remembered the bandages and growled with annoyance. She moved one hand in a circular motion to tell Red to get on with it.
"Have you seen anything odd around here?"
She raised an eyebrow and shook her head.
"Oh. I was just wondering. I caught a scent on the air earlier that smelt familiar. I couldn't quite place it, though. I was wondering if you, with your ninja trained abilities, had seen anything out of the ordinary."
She rolled her eyes. While her training made her superior in so many ways compared to the other members of Avalanche, she wished they'd quit leaning so heavily on her. There's only so much that one girl could do.
"Too bad. A pity Vincent is no longer with us. With his excellent observational and his Turk training ..." Red XIII trailed off, lost in thought. "That's it! That is where I've caught that smell of cheap alcohol before! Reno!"
Yuffie caught herself immediately thinking of the possibilities. The Turks always put up a good fight, and if she was quick enough, she might just be able to steal what Materia they had... oh, this could turn into some serious fun.
"You tell the others that the Turks are in town--" Red stopped abruptly as Yuffie indicated the bandages wrapped around her jaw. "Oh right. I'll tell the others the Turks are in town. You stay on the lookout for any mischief they may be up to. They may just be refugees like everyone else, but somehow I doubt it."
The large cat turned around and made his way back down the alley. Yuffie smiled to herself, as much as she could with a broken jaw and a pound of bandages around her head would allow anyway.
This might just be fun after all.
Author's Note:
Hmmm... more on the Turks later. I needed to finish off Yuffie's POV. I think I'll go bathe now.
Reno: Hi, I'm Reno of the Turks, and I'm here to say that I have taken over this story.
Elena: He so has not! Tyramir just went to the bathroom!
Tseng: Elena, you talk too much.
Reno: Uh, boss, aren't you dead?
Tseng: Oh right. ::dies::
Reno: That's better. Now, since Tyramir is in the bathroom, and I've locked the door, I now control this story, isn't that right, Rude?
Rude: ...
Reno: Excellent. Now, the first thing I'll do is rewrite Chapter 5 so I get paid an advance.
Elena: You can't do that! We have to earn that money!
Reno: Shut up, Elena. Second, me and Rude, being heterosexual life mates, will move onto Wutai, where we will spend our days in maragaritaville, pissing away limitless funds of cash on cheap Wutaian strippers and--
Rude: ...
Reno: Don't interrupt me, Rude! This is my dream!
Rude: ::points::
Reno: Huh?
Bang
Elena: Oh my god, the writer just shot Reno! Hoorai!
Tyramir: Alright, back to the story.
Chapter Seven
Old Enemies
Yuffie was fairly certain that she didn't need the bandages that were holding her jaw shut. When Tifa had first wrapped them on with a straight face, but humor in her eyes, she had immediately had her suspiscions. When she was then allowed to take off the bandages for meals, but forbidden to speak during those times, she had become certain of the redundancy of the wrapped cloth. Eating hurt, but it wouldn't kill her. So, by that extension, she should be allowed to voice her complaints about the stupid bandages, and how much she hurt.
Now that she had seen other members of Avalanche, she was certain beyond all doubt that some sort of sick joke was being played on her. Even Cloud, who had dropped into a deep melancholia, had seemed mildly amused by the new fashion statement on her face. It was just so unfair!
Tifa had told her to rest until well until the afternoon, but since she was feeling decidedly rebellious, she had decided to leave bed as early as possible to see what was going on in the village of Kalm. Now she was beginning to wonder if bed wasn't such a bad idea after all.
Kalm was so ... boring. It didn't even have a decent Materia store. All people wanted to talk about was Meteor and how they were all lucky that they were still alive. Sure, cool, the world didn't blow up. But get over it and move on, already.
What Kalm needed was some action. Some adventure. A little excitement. Kalm needed to stop being so... calm.
"Yuffie, I was looking for you."
Yuffie turned around to see Red XIII approaching from an alleyway. He wagged his tail once at her, then squatted on his haunches. She tried to speak, then remembered the bandages and growled with annoyance. She moved one hand in a circular motion to tell Red to get on with it.
"Have you seen anything odd around here?"
She raised an eyebrow and shook her head.
"Oh. I was just wondering. I caught a scent on the air earlier that smelt familiar. I couldn't quite place it, though. I was wondering if you, with your ninja trained abilities, had seen anything out of the ordinary."
She rolled her eyes. While her training made her superior in so many ways compared to the other members of Avalanche, she wished they'd quit leaning so heavily on her. There's only so much that one girl could do.
"Too bad. A pity Vincent is no longer with us. With his excellent observational and his Turk training ..." Red XIII trailed off, lost in thought. "That's it! That is where I've caught that smell of cheap alcohol before! Reno!"
Yuffie caught herself immediately thinking of the possibilities. The Turks always put up a good fight, and if she was quick enough, she might just be able to steal what Materia they had... oh, this could turn into some serious fun.
"You tell the others that the Turks are in town--" Red stopped abruptly as Yuffie indicated the bandages wrapped around her jaw. "Oh right. I'll tell the others the Turks are in town. You stay on the lookout for any mischief they may be up to. They may just be refugees like everyone else, but somehow I doubt it."
The large cat turned around and made his way back down the alley. Yuffie smiled to herself, as much as she could with a broken jaw and a pound of bandages around her head would allow anyway.
This might just be fun after all.
Author's Note:
Hmmm... more on the Turks later. I needed to finish off Yuffie's POV. I think I'll go bathe now.