Hey you very few people who have read this little story of mine. Sorry it has taken me so long to write so little, but you know (insert stoopid excuses here). So yeah, apparently all of my chapters shall be quite short or else I would never ever update so hope you enjoy. Ohh suspenseness... Okay I'll shut up now, please review maybe I'll write more if you do. :Quirks brow at you: Yes you right there :points: You know who you are, or at least you should, unless you have amnesia which I doubt, but then again...oh yeah. story. read it. BYE-E-BYE
Having only taken a few steps away from her safe haven, Yuffie was already having second thoughts about leaving. Leon told me to wait here for him, that he'd return to me as soon as he had the chance, not to worry. I can't help but worry though, what if he's hurt, what if... No, I can't just wait around here and do nothing, I have to find him, I don't care how dangerous it may be… The air was crisp and cold; she pulled her coat more tightly around her clenching the collar with a balled fist as she stood out in the open lost in thought.
Realization struck her as quickly as the wheels of the carriage rolling by hit the cobblestone below following the sound of hooves trampling the road just ahead of her. Swiftly, she was but a shadow to the weary old man at the stirrups, as she jumped in the back of the wagon and slipped behind some barrels to conceal herself and for a quick ride out of town. This will do fine for now.
Her gaze was drawn to the sky as her fingers wandered to the familiar pendant that hung from her neck. Leon's pendant, somehow it comforted her to feel it still there, it was as if he were there as well when she held it securely in her grasp. Those emerald hues studied it closely before lids came down and it was brought slowly to delicate lips. I'll be with you soon, my love. The clatter of hooves and constant roar of the carriage wheels lulled her to sleep in some strange way, unbeknownst to her.
The weary old man, unwittingly carrying a fugitive, reached his destination the next afternoon. He delivered his carriage and went on his way. Unfortunately for Yuffie, she wouldn't reach her destination with such ease. Oblivious to her whereabouts, Yuffie continued to sleep behind the barrels in the carriage until she had a rude awakening.
Laughter and talk befitting a bar room was heard as eyes opened, slowly adjusting to the light from the midday son outside. Three large men could be seen hovering over her while she just began to grasp the situation she was now facing. A firm grasp around the pendant still in her hand before a deep breath, swift motion and she was pinned to the floor by one of them. I really wish Leon were here right about now. Her thoughts were interrupted by a gruff voice from the man on top of her with his hand over her mouth, "Now now lass, don't go running off so soon."
Leon woke with an uneasy feeling. He squinted. His arm rose slowly to hover in front of his eyes just below his forehead as his dusky blue-green hues adjusted to the midday sun. A cough jolted his body with each recurrence, he hunched over in pain trying to stop himself from coughing up a lung. Finally after catching his breath, he stood and wiped the small amount of blood trickling from the corner of his dry, cracked lips. He spoke to no one in particular through clenched teeth, "Damn….just keeps getting worse…"
He stumbled slowly to the edge of the street connecting to the alley. One hand grasped a corner trying to steady himself. There was a sudden pain to the back of his head followed by the sound of glass shattering to the ground. The pavement below was suddenly closing in on him. Vision fading, pain traveled throughout every nerve in his body as it seemed to be a never-ending drop; then instantly numb. Another shocking pain in his face and in the open palms of his hands as the he felt solid ground underneath him. Blackness, he couldn't see. There were voices, yet too seemingly distant to make out. There were hands on him moving him, but he couldn't really feel it. It was more of only a tingling sensation, as if he were very cold, walking through a blizzard. All true feeling had left him. I have to get up. For her. Need to go to her. Can't move. Yuffie. Drifting.
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