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Yuffie Kisaragi2

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing regarding to Final Fantasy VII or any songs, bands, etc. mentioned that is owned by someone else. I own Victor and a few other O/C's.

LAST TIME:

She handed the man her ticket and boarded the plane to Jemsburg. Her seat was a window seat, much to her dismay. Beside her was a younger man than she, about seventeen, she'd venture to guess. He had black hair that was tied back at the nape of his neck, a lip ring, and light blue eyes.

Chapter Two

He grinned a charmingly handsome crooked grin and extended his hand. "I'm Victor," his baritone voice rang pleasantly through her ears.

Shaking his hand, Yuffie replied softly, "I'm Yuffie Kisaragi."

Victor smiled nervously, though tried to put up a good fight against whatever he was nervous about. "This is my first time on a plane."

The ninja sighed heavily. "Yeah? Not mine. I spent about eight months aborad an airship," she mumbled unhappily. She thought that it was low enough, but the teen heard her plainly.

Cocking his head slightly to the right, the teen looked at her curiously. "Really? You said... Yuffie Kisaragi, right?" She nodded, knowing what was next. She could almost hear his questions now. "Wow, cool," he whispered softly so that no one heard him. "You actually saved the world from that psycho killer guy?" Again she nodded. "I'm a pretty good fighter too, y'know."

Yuffie blinked, she hadn't expected that. Smirking slightly, she decided that conversation may be good. "Really? What's your favorite weapon?"

He smiled sheepishly. "A shotgun. It's kind of like Vincent Valentine's Death Penalty, but specialized for me. It's called the Ronshen." He leaned closer to her. "And I'm going to Jemsburg to become a Turk!"

Yuffie nodded, and stared at the seat in front of her. She'd have to compete with a seventeen-year-old boy? That wouldn't be much of a challenge. There was too much emotion in his words, movements, just too much... innocence. Something that she'd lost a long time ago... Even before Barret's death.

Her lover's face flashed through her memory once again, but she warded it off with the thought of becoming a Turk. She couldn't... Wouldn't... Think of him... Not yet. Not until she was ready to go back and show him what she'd made of herself.

The flight wasn't too long, only about two hours from Junon to Kalm City, then another half hour to Jemsburg. She got off and collected her gear, only one small khaki-colored knap sack. Outside, Victor waited for a cab. "Well, see ya around," Yuffie said, walking off.

"Yeah! See ya! OH! Nice to meet you, by the way!"

She walked about four blocks to the Turk Head Quarters. 'Right next door to a bar, of course,' she thought with a smirk.

Opening the door, she stepped into a dimly lit lobby-type room and surveyed the area briefly. There were six seats on either side of the room and straight back, there sat a blonde woman at an oak desk. "Hey, Ms. Samuels," Yuffie said, her voice light and careless. She knew that she was a day early, and really didn't care. They could either interview her now, or not get her as a Turk... She hoped the latter wasn't an option.

Elena looked up, her brown eyes frantic. "Oh! Y- Ms. Kisaragi! You're here early.. Like a whole day early. The meetings don't start until tomorrow."

Yuffie shrugged and plopped down in a cair, her Conformer clanged on the metal, disturbing the thickening silence. "Then, I guess that I'll camp out here in your lobby-like room thingy."

Elena groaned, not wanting to have to stay the night in the new Turk HQ because of this klepto-brat. "Hang on, I'll go talk grab Reno and Rude." She walked through a door beside her desk, which had neatly stacked papers in two or three piles. Before Yuffie could get up to check out the papers, the front door opened and in walked the seventeen-year-old Victor.

"Yuffie?"

She shrugged. "Yep, that's me."

"You never said you were going to be a Turk too!"

Reno walked out, saving the teenaged boy from a death glare. Yuffie knew why she was so annoying to people, now. Her voice must've grated on their nerves as much as his did on her nerves. She stood and faced the redhead Turk, whose eyes intrigued her as much as ever.

"Well, well. If it ain't Lady Kisaragi tryin' to be a Turk."

"Cut the shit, Turksin," she shot back, trying to ignore to dull ache in her head, the throbbing of her heart, her mouth being dry suddenly. "Are you gonna interview early or not?"

Reno looked thoughtful, then his trademark smirk spread slowly across his face. "Sure! Why not? 'Lena!" The blonde stepped out from behind him. "Call the rest of the interview-like-people. If they can't make it, too damn bad. Today's the only day we'll interview."

"Okay," the blonde replied and sat down at her desk.

"Come on back, Lady Kisaragi," Reno said, a mischievous look in his eyes and an evil smirk playing on his lips. The ninja hefted her back-pack up onto her left shoulder and double-checked her Conformer. It was still latched to her belt, where she had put it afer getting off the plane.

She followed the Turk into a room with a card table, a refrigidair, and four chairs. Rude was sitting in one chair, Reno sat beside him. Rude nodded a polite 'Good day' and indicated for her to sit.

She sat down and Reno's eyes gazed across her. "Only one question," Rude said, his deep voice startling Reno out of his dream world. "Why? Why do you want to be a Turk?"

Kisaragi smirked. "For lack of anything better to use my fighting skills and stealth into use?"

Reno shrugged. If he was impressed, he didn't show any indication of it. "Kay. If you're in the final test, we'll page ya." He tossed her a beeper, which she caught one-handed and hooked to her belt on the opposite side of her Conformer. "You can leave. Send the next one in."

She nodded and got up, hefting her pack onto her shoulder again. She walked to the door, then paused and glanced back over her shoulder, a lop-sided smirk on her face. "You'll be paging me." Then, she walked out, an unconscious sway in her step.

Rude glanced over at his crimson-haired friend and partner, whose Mako-enhanced icy green eyes were on the door that the ninja retreated through. "... You know, she's probably right."

Reno nodded and sighed. "I know. And I want to be the one to beat the fucking shit out of her during the final test."

Yuffie stepped into the waiting room. "Night, 'Lena."

"See ya, Yuf- er... Ms. Kisaragi."

The nineteen-year-old looked around the small lobby area, taking in the dim, navy blue and grey color scheme once again. Victor sat talking with another young man, about Yuffie's age, with blonde hair, a patch over one eye. That would be a point deduction, the ninja knew. No depth perception... Two other men sat talking with the two. One was older, about mid 30's or so, the other about mid 20's. The oldest of the four had dark brown hair in a crew cut, his outfit resembling that of a grease monkey's over-all's. The other man wore dress slacks and a polo shirt, obviously well-to-do. His mohoganey locks fell nearly shoulder length as his honey eyes fallowed Yuffie across the waiting room.

"Victor, you're up, kiddo."

He looked up and smiled. "Oh! Thanks, Ms. Yuffie." She cringed at the name, but continued on her way out. Wutainese memories invaded her mind as she reached for the door. 'I deen ot nur yawa...' she thought to herself in her native language. (A/N: I need to run away... It's backwards because I'm kinda unoriginal...)

The guy with the crew cut that Victor had been speaking with look around curiously, his startling blue eyes causing Yuffie to remember her brief meeting with Cloud earlier that day. "Ain't there s'posed ta be 'nother guy here?"

Yuffie looked back at Elena and rolled her eyes, but kept her mouth shut. This guy, presumably an ex-SOLDIER by the way he carried himself and his Mako-enhanced blue eyes, was probably either a sexist or did not fully understand the idea of a Turk. A trained killer who was ruthless and did not show any emotions... No where in that description did it mention male.

"The other person," the ninja heard Elena say in her professional tone, "Is that lady walking out. Her name is Yuffie Kisaragi, she has already fought both with and against the Turks, therefore is far more knowledgable about the Turks than any of you are as of this moment." Yuffie rolled her eyes again and stepped outside, thoughts whirling through her mind. A wave of humidity hit the young lady, though she did not seem to mind.

'If stupidity was contagious,' she thought to herself, her Conformer catching the eye of one of the local law enforcement, 'Then I'd be holding my breath so I didn't catch it.' Blinking a few times, she wished for a pair of sunglasses to block out July's bright afternoon sun that seemed to reflect off of everything in the growing city of Jemsburg. 'What's the legal drinking age in this town?' she wondered idly.

Five hours later, a vibrating against her leg caught her slightly off-guard. She glanced at the clock... 'It only took them four hours,' she thought with a smug smirk. 'But I still win... So damn close that I can taste it.' Finishing her drink that she'd ordered merely minutes before, she sauntered soberly out of the bar and walked next door to the Turk Head Quarters.
YK2: Wow! I've got, like, two reviews!

Surka: More than I expected!

Dracon: not big for subtlties, are we?

YK2 & Surka: Nope!

YK2: Welp, Till Next Time! AUDI!!!

-YK2, Dracon Fira, & Surka Sokyu