Next chapter in line! Sorry it took so long...I've been on a PS2 spree but not only that I'm constantly getting grounded off the computer...where all of my writing goes down. I don't like writing on paper with a pen as much as on one of these Microsoft Word documents. I'm so happy about the reviews I got though...even the ones that were extremely short. throws Squall posters galore Just like I promised! Also...even though I just started this story, I'm running out of inspiration. I do have some okay ideas coming up, though!

Also...thank you to Snowri for telling me how to make double spaces! Read her stuff! She is like...the original Squffie writer!

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The Sparrow Sings

Chapter 2

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The first thing Yuffie felt when she woke up was a burning sensation on her back. She groaned and sat up, only to be blinded by sunlight pouring from the window in the room. She put a hand on her back while using her other hand to cover her eyes.

"Stupid sun..." she muttered while throwing her legs over the side of the bed groggily. "It must have fun toasting my back to a crisp and blinding me with those damn rays."

She stood up and stretched with a long, satisfying yawn and turned to look at the bed with a frown. It was empty...Squall was gone. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair while grabbing some shorts and a tank-top then ran down the hall to the bathroom to take a shower.

She closed the door being her with a soft click and peeled her night clothes off, tossing them down the chute leading to the basement which she hadn't seen yet. The sun was burning brightly through the small bathroom window as well, so she closed the blinds with a relieved sigh then turned on the shower, making it nice and hot.

Yuffie hopped in and soaped up, growling as every time she picked up the soap it slipped out of her hand and she was forced to lean over and grab it while it slid away from her down the other side of the tub.

"Everyone is out to get me!" she screamed as the soap missed her grip for the fifth time.

"Everything all right ?" asked a male voice.

Yuffie stood up with a yelp. For a minute, she had thought that he had walked into the bathroom. She sighed and picked up the soap successfully.

"I'm fine," she replied grudgingly. She washed off and used the shampoo, then remembered instantly she hadn't remembered to bring her own shampoo to use. Oh well, she thought. Using this crap shouldn't damage my hair too much.

After showering, she pulled on her shorts and tank-top and skipped into the kitchen, ignoring the looks Squall was giving her because she really didn't know what they were for. Yuffie opened the fridge and sighed, remembering there was nothing there. She closed it again and turned to Squall with her hands on her hips, but before she could get a word in he started talking.

"You aren't wearing those shorts," he said gruffly.

"Why not?" she asked, perfectly confused.

"They're short enough to be underwear."

"No they aren't!" she said, glancing down at herself self-consciously. Were they? She hadn't really paid any attention to them when she put them on, she never even considered that they were short.

"You're exaggerating," she said, rolling her eyes and sitting next to him. He stood up and circled he chair, staring below her wait. She blushed. "What are you looking at?"

"I was right. When you sit down they ride up your thighs and I can see your butt."

Yuffie jumped up, putting her hands on her butt. "How dare you look there!" she snapped, still blushing. He sat back down and crossed his arms smugly.

"Go change them."

Yuffie started walking out of the room, then ran back over to him. "Wait—you're not the boss of me! I can wear whatever kind of pants I want, thank you very much," she said, then stuck her tongue out.

"Just go change them! I don't know about you, but I don't want to see your butt hanging out of your shorts every time I look at you," he said coolly.

"Fine!" she said angrily. "But it isn't because you're telling me too!"

"Right..."

She stomped off into the bedroom and grabbed another pair of shorts, pulling them on and groaning. Even though they were longer, they were giving her a permanent wedgie. She limped into the kitchen and shouted, "Are you happy now?"

Squall didn't answer he, just sipped his coffee nonchalantly.

"Hello? I'm talking to you!" she said, coming right up to his ear and practically screaming in it.

Squall jumped and spilt his coffee all down his front shirt. "Yuffie! Damnit, look what you made me do!"

He pushed his chair back and walked into his bedroom, Yuffie limping after him. Immediately the notion of Igor and Frankenstein popped into her head...the tall guy walking around and the hunchback, limping Igor following him around saying, Yes Master!

"Get me a towel," he growled, grabbing a shirt from his closet.

"Yes, Master," Yuffie drawled, laughing to herself and limping off with the wedgie to fetch a towel. She wished she knew what was going through his head sometimes. Even at work he never put on any kind of emotion unless it was anger or annoyance, which both came easily for him.

She grabbed a towel from the bathroom and walked back, abandoning the Igor act. He held out his hand for the towel but instead of giving it to him she pushed his hand away and wiped his stained shirt herself, trying to get as much of the coffee off as possible. She was sort of surprised to see that he let her do it, but even more surprised by how solid his stomach was.

When she felt that she had cleaned it up as good as it was going to get, she pulled away sheepishly and dropped the towel on the bed. Squall unbuttoned his shirt and pulled on the T-shirt right in front of her. She stared at his chest the whole time, and if she was an animated cartoon, she would probably have drool coming out of her mouth.

"What are you staring at?" he asked and picked up the dirty shirt and towel and put them in the clothes bin by the bed. She shook her head and ran a hand through her hair.

"N-nothing," she replied, and tried to walk calmly out of the room, only she, and everything she did, was the opposite of calm.

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"Listen, Yuffie, I'm having my friends over and I don't want you telling them that we slept in the same bed last night, all right?" he said irritably.

Yuffie curled closer into the couch and diverted her eyes from the T.V. for a few seconds.

"What kind of friends?" she asked.

"That isn't the point," he said, giving her a warning look. "Just behave yourself."

"I'm not a baby. Besides, I want to know who! Are they from work?" she prodded, wanting to know more. He was such a secretive person, and since, technically, she lived here now, there was no point in not knowing. They were just a bunch of friends, anyway!

"Yes, they're from work! And stop bugging me, I'm not in the best mood," he growled, picking up a magazine from the end table and opening it up. "And turn the T.V. off, it's interrupting me."

"Hey, why don't you do it?! And so what if you're in a bad mood? Go buy some Preparation H or something, to soothe the stick in your ass," she said with a grin, instantly smug about the comment she made. She would have to write that one down for later use.

Squall just continued to read the magazine, which, even though Yuffie was sitting across the room, looked like it was a motorcycle magazine.

Deciding to get on better terms with the man, she got off the couch and crawled over to the couch he was sitting on. She put her face over his shoulder. As soon as she did, she couldn't help but think of how nice he smelled.

"Whatcha readin'?" she asked cheerfully.

"Do you mind?"

"No, do you?" Yuffie asked honestly, glancing at him and then looking back at the magazine.

"No," he said sarcastically.

"Stop being such a crab. I just wanted to know," she muttered with a sigh.

"Whatever..."

"Talking to you is like talking to..." she immediately tried to avoid the cliché word that popped into her mind to complete the sentence, which was wall, and searched for something better. "...like talking to someone whose brain dead and is just a vegetable."

With her head still firmly positioned on his shoulder, she felt him stiffen and tense. She raised her eyebrows with surprise at his reaction.

"What is it?"

"...Nothing."

"What?"

No answer. She sighed and backed off of him. This man was more of a mystery to her than pickled onions.

"Fine...I'll leave you alone. But only for a little while," she added while walking into the kitchen to find something to eat. She would even settle for carrot sticks. "And I'll remind you to go shopping tomorrow."

Yuffie pulled open the refrigerator door and hung her head while staring at the health food. She reached for the carrots but pulled her hand back when she heard knocking on the door. Her first time to answer the door there!

"I'll get it!" she called and ran to the door. She opened it up with a grin. "Oh...it's you guys!"

Standing on the porch, carrying two plastic blue bags, was Cloud, Sora, and Riku. Yuffie held the door open more for them. They must be the visitors Squall was going to have over, she thought to herself. "Come on in, you guys!"

"Looks like your settling in nicely," Riku said with a smirk.

"Yeah, it's a breeze," she said, waving her hand. "You guys will lose in no time."

"We'll see," Cloud said with a knowing look. He handed her the blue bags. She took them uncertainly and held them up.

"What is this?" she asked while trying to see through it.

"Frozen food because we all know Squall is a wimp and needs to eat health lover's food. So go and be a good wife and make this for us while we play cards," Riku said carelessly while giving a nod to Leon who had barely acknowledged them.

Yuffie clenched her fists. "What did you say? Why you sexist pig, you!" she hissed angrily. "Wives aren't meant to go and cook for her husband! They're supposed to be a team."

Squall stood up and put the magazine away. "Yuffie, just shut it, all right?"

She frowned while Riku gloated at her. Turning to Squall, she shook her head. "Stop telling me what to do. I get enough of it at home. And you! You stop telling me what to do too, stupid, minimal wage coffee boy!" she fumed, then while still clenching her fists. Thrusting the bags into Riku's hands, she stalked out of the room after throwing angry glares at them.

"And she thought I was irritable," Squall muttered, staring after her. Riku shrugged and sat at the table in the kitchen, pulling out a deck of cards from the blue bags. "Are we going to play this or what?"

Cloud and Sora settled down at the table, but Leon remained standing.

"C'mon, Leon, what are you standing there for? Sit down, I'm sure Yuffie'll come to," Cloud said while taking the cards from Riku and saying, "Let me do it, you can't deal for your life."

Leon stared after her a little longer than sighed and ran a hand through his spiky hair. "All right...one game."

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I'm the worst. I haven't updated in..like..ever. Oh well, don't hate me! PLEASE comment! You took the time to read it anyway. Oh yeah..and this chapter sucks so bad. And it's short, but I was anxious to get it out.

I promise I'll try to get off my lazy butt and update faster.

Anyway please review!