Hi! Getting tired of that yet? I guess I just think people like to be greeted. Oh well... Anyways, welcome to Chapter 3!
Meow
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Disclaimer: Okay listen up evil snot monkey lawyers cause this is the last time I'm gonna say this: I do not, have not, nor will I ever, own Final Fantasy 7, (besides my personal copy, hands off!) and I am not profiting from this. If you attempt to sue me, I will pick one from my large collection of daggers and swords and impale you upon it's blade Sephiroth style, Hiiiiiiiiiiyyyaaaaaa! Looks about suspiciously, cradling dagger like a baby 0o Insert Gollum sounds here.
Whoo! Now that that's over with, on with the show!
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Chapter 3----Help Me Vinny!
Sephiroth sighed in frustration as he stopped for seemingly the 800,000,000th time. Yuffie had tripped over a rock... again. He brought an elegant, long-fingered hand to his head, trying to massage away his headache as he called over his shoulder, "I thought ninjas, and women besides were supposed to be graceful creatures. Why is it then that you have trouble standing up, let alone the trouble you have walking?"
Yuffie replied, "Yeah well shows how much you know! 'Sides, I wouldn't trip so much if we could slow down a little!"
"Oh yes, let us take our time. Of course, and when Strife comes after you, we can ask him to sit down and enjoy a nice picnic," he said with as much sarcasm as he could muster.
"Sounds good to me!" she exclaimed, regaining her usual energy.
Sephiroth stared at her in undisguised wonder, horrified into disbelief.
"Heh, heh, kidding," she said, rubbing the back of her head.
'Geez can't he take a joke,' she thought
"Oh, thank the Planet, I thought you were serious!" he gushed out, throughly relieved, and giving his head a slight shake, as if to physically ward away the strange thoughts of even stranger picnics that were buzzing about his head. It wasn't working.
As luck would have it however, he was drawn from further disturbing thoughts by the timely appearance of a large, and rather hungry looking dragon (I can't remember their exact name so bear with me).
"Ahh, perfect, just perfect, this is just what I need." Sephiroth said, drawing Masamune from it's sheath at his side. "Get behind me and stay out of trouble. If you run, you will face my wrath, after I'm done with this," he told Yuffie, pushing her behind him.
"Just give me my weapon and I can fight too! I'm not completely useless ya know!," she said, grabbing his arm. Sephiroth had confiscated the Conformer after her failed escape attempt. He would have simply thrown it away, however after Yuffie's pained screech of "But the Materia!" he'd decided to keep it.
"No, I believe I can handle it, thank you very much," he said, jerking his arm back as though from the mouth of a Venus Flytrap.
"Come oooooooon, give it to me!," with that, she grabbed hold of the weapon and gave a pull, trying to wrench it from his hands.
"No, stop this at once," he commanded.
"Gimme, gimme, gimme! Right now! It's mine anyway!" she exclaimed, all the while continuing her fruitless (but annoying) jerking.
"Release it girl, I'm warning you," he jerked right back.
"Don't you "girl" me ya big jerk!"
And so it went on for several more minutes until the dragon, getting bored with watching this strange human display, decided that it was lunch time. With a mighty roar he charged at the arguing pair, who looked up to see death itself barreling down on them with the force of a Mack truck. Even Sephiroth could only prepare for his inevitable demise at the fangs of the monster, when suddenly there was a resounding CRACK, and then all was silent.
When Yuffie opened her eyes, she saw the dragon lying dead from a gunshot wound to the head not five feet away from them.
"Uhhhaaaahhhh!" she yelled, realizing the position she was in. Sephiroth had from reflex grabbed her and had her in his embrace. Upon noticing this he quickly pushed her away, which resulted in her landing on her butt in the dirt.
"What the hell happened?" Sephiroth wondered aloud.
"I happened." A voice answered, emerging from the fog.
Yuffie had never been so happy to hear Vincent's voice in her life. "Vinny!" she exclaimed starting forward. Sephiroth grabbed her arm holding her back.
"Let her go," Vincent Valentine (doesn't he just have the sexiest name mmmMMMmmm!) said emerging from the fog, looking all baddass, his cloak billowing in the wind.
"I don't think I want to," Sephiroth replied, smirking his evil smirk.
"It wasn't a request."
"You dare to challenge me?"
"If you force me to."
Sephiroth's smile widened as he said, "As much as I would love to stay and play with you we have errands to run, as do you."
"Oh, and just what would that be?"
"Why you're going to tell Strife that I have his little ninja, and call out the dogs of coarse."
"And just what makes you think I'm going to leave her with you?"
"You don't have a choice."
Yuffie watched the exchange with baited breath, thinking to herself that she'd never heard Vincent say so much in one conversation before, but when it got to that point, she just couldn't take it any more. "Hey!" she said loudly, "Don't I have a say in this?!"
Sephiroth and Vincent both turned to look at the ninja before simultaneously dismissing her with a "No!"
"Well, hmff, fine then! I don't need either of you!" and so saying she turned on her heel and started to walk off.
Sephiroth growled in frustration, "Enough of this!" Using his enhanced speed he quickly gathered the wiggling and protesting Yuffie over his shoulder, and turning back to Vincent said; "Tell Strife if he wants to see his ninja to track me down," and with that he took of flying to the top of the crater.
Vincent looked up and sighed: it was gonna be a long climb.
End o'Chapter 3
Meow
