OK guys this is A story that I thought of in my twisted sick little head of mine. I have writers block for Love's Requim, and I have 1 dayof summer vacation left and I can't get on a sleeping track for school. You know, Go to sleep 11 wake up at 7, no I'm waking up at midnight and falling asleep at 4!!! So I guess this type of story is inevitable. It's about Yuffie wanting to end her life. It's kinda sad and out of charecter, but everyone is different after a funeral so lets just get on with it.

Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy 7, Square-Enix does. So don't E-mail me trying to buy it.

"Yuffie, your just a child, how could you even fucking understand?" Cid said, almost crying.

They were at a funeral home. Standing above an open casket surronded by white carnations. In the casket, was there good friend, Reeve, killed by an unknown person poisioning his drink.

"I DO understand, he was as just as much of a friend to me as he was to you, maybe even more." Yuffie whispered, displaying rage and mourning in her young face.

"Why don't you jus' get outta here, brat." Barret said quietly, yet scornfully.

Yuffie, crying, ran out of the the room to the front door, not even stopping to pick up her coat, and ran out of the building, not stopping untill she got to the her house.

'At least I have a place to go, since it is custom for a wutai man to be buried here.' She thought to herself, looking through the draws, of the draws in the kitchen. Finally finding what she was looking for, a steak knife she held it up to her wrists and closed her eyes tightly. Thinking of the wondefully nice man, Reeve, and then the things Cid and Barret said, she waited a few seconds, and dropped the knife.

"I loved him," she whispered to herself, sobbing, "I fucking loved him..."

-On the Highwind-

Yuffie was sitting in her usual place outside of the bridge when Cloud came walking by with scrap metal, nail, and various other supplies.

"Reeve dead or not, we need to get the highwind rebuilt after what happened in the norther crater." Cloud said to himself.

Cloud was walking along the bridge, not able to see Yuffie, she not even noticing him moving closer. Finally they met, him tripping over her orange sneakers, nuts and bolts scattering all over the place.

"Oh, GODS Yuffie. Will you watch were your sticking your damn feet! Come in help me pick things up." Cloud yelled at her.

With tears in her eyes she complied, becoming more depressed every day since Reeve's death a week ago.

It was now 8 o'clock acording to the alarm radio on Yuffie's bed stand. Yuffie was crying into her pillow. She was thinking about the time when she first realized she love Reeve.

-Flashback-

"Yuffie com here!" Reeve called to the young Shinobi.

"Yea, Cait?" She said, running to him blowing a bubble with her gum.

"Do you know I was also trained in the Shuriken, and I was pretty skilled even after I took my job at the Shinra." He said to the young 16 year old, through the mechanical cat on top of a large magical mog.

"Really?" She said, not trying to hide her surprise.

"Yep, and if you want, I could show you some pointers that would come in handy." he said to her.

"Oh, that would be so wondeful!!!" She said hugging the large mog, it hugging her back.

-End Flashback-

Yuffie had never had anyone offer to help her before, so that one little thing manifested itself into love for wutian man in Yuffie.

Thinking of her idea after the funeral, Yuffie snuck into Vincent's room when everyone was on the bridge, she found his old pistol and loaded in one shot with a shaky hand, crying almost uncontrollably. She took it back into her room and took a piece of paper and a pencil. and started to write:

Suicide Ride

I need to cry,

I need to die,

And when I fall,

I won't miss you all,

This is the end,

My heart can't mend,

My time I shall bide,

Till I take my Suicide Ride.

The Chariot of Death is at my door,

I'm on my knees, down on the floor,

There is a chime, it is a bell,

It tolls for me, who is in Hell,

So I will wait, scream, and hide,

Only stopping, when I take my Suicide Ride.

She put down the pencil, picking up her tear-stained poem, and placed it on her bed. She picked up Vincent's Pistol and held it to her right temple, it only covered by her hair.

"Reeve..." she whispered, with fear in her voice.

BANG

"Did you guys here a gunshot?" Cloud asked, worried.

Then, almost syncrinzed, they ran for the second story rooms.

A/N: That's it folks, if you want another chapter and I'll make another, you just gotta review. I kinda like this one, sorry I can't write more but I can't write long chapters, I just get them out there in quick sucession, so I guess that's a plus. I hope you like it if you do, I want Critcizm though, make sure it's constructive.

TheEvilOne69: Later