A/N: Well, hi! When me and Baggs came up with this I was still into Pita Ten, so I was shocked at the plot because it sounds so much like it! And, here we are, like, 3 months later and not even started on the first chapter. I made the first move…
Anyways.

I don't own Kingdom Hearts, Pita Ten, or the lawyers threatening to sue me with these big words on my lawn. I don't own you and I won't force you to read this. I don't own the words in this disclaimer. I don't own the breath I am breathing. I don't-
Ok, that's enough. I do own this plot, if that counts for anything. And this keyboard.

Chapter 1-Renaissance

It was a beautiful place, Heaven. It was never hot or cold, always in the middle. Your imagination controlled what you saw, and it was always to your heart's desire. Everything was perfectly in order and you never grew old. You could go anywhere.

There's a building in the middle of the city in Heaven, which is surrounded by country with flourishing, nicely scented flowers and creeks and ponds. That building is Heaven's council, made up of Jesus and the Apostles and a few very faithful followers along the way. They decided who became an angel.

An Angel in Heaven was an honorable rank, and almost everyone was one. Either that or they were on council, or helping judge people on earth. The angels were assigned people to look over and help their faith grow stronger, or make the right choices. That's the angel part of our conscience. The devil works the same way in that, only with demons.

But for an Angel to earn their wings is difficult. They must prove themselves worthy from some task the council picks. This task is usually described as 'Torture in Heaven', 'Hard', 'Inspirited'(No one uses the term 'Inhumane' up there as there are no humans), or even 'Bogus'.

Welcome to the life of Yuffie. Please, drive safely.

You see, our protagonist is well, in angel training like many others. And, as she sat, fiddling with her robes and brushing her hair back from her face (Though they may be spirits, they appear as humans), she awaited the whispers to be announced as regular dialogue. As Jesus poked his head up, he folded his hands and looked at her.

"Yuffie, you are sentenced to one year on earth with a man named Squall Leonhart, as a human. You must change his ways and, at the end of the year, return to heaven for your wings if approved."

Yuffie blinked. "Human?" Her voice was soft, timid, angelic, though her china blue eyes were now glazed over with fear. She hadn't been human in so long, she could barely remember what happened to her in the first place.

"You won't need to pack, as all of the things will be provided to you by us that you will need. Some starting money, clothes, food, and a few jackets or two. You will also be rated on how you live as a human, if it's faithful or not, what you do, what job you have, and how you survive."

Yuffie blinked. She was still stuck on the human part. What did she need again? Oh, right. Food. Clothes. Stupid stuff you didn't need in heaven. It was already there for you.

"Ok…" She stood and gave a bow, and walked off, blinking. When was she leaving? She decided not to go back and kept walking. Whenever she left, she would leave soon, most likely.

This stunk.

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Squall Leonhart probably had the worst life in all of New York City. He'd been arrested twice for fights in bars, smuggled and tried illegal pot, dropped acid, had his share of dope, smoked a few cigarettes (It is nice to know that he quit all these things), lost about 12 jobs in 3 months, and was suicidal for a bit. Yep. Leon was a pretty cool guy.

So how the HECK did Yuffie get stuck with him?

Yuffie sighed. She had looked him up on the human files in her room last night and he was this really ungodly guy. This was Bogus.

She looked down at her clothes and found them quite uncomfortable. A white shirt thing and these things that went on her legs. What did Jesus call them? Oh, yes, pants. She sighed and walked along, trying to remember her way. She looked torn and tattered to a passer-by, and her clothes were. This was probably punishment.

She finally reached his apartment thing and stood in awe at it. Humans were so unaware of what they did to the environment. And the architecture was nothing compared to Heaven! Finally she brought up her hand and knocked on the door.

The door creaked after a bit and opened to a man, the man she had looked up, and she shuffled her feet. "Uhm…" Ok, now, Jesus didn't tell her what to say.

"What do you want?" He scowled, and she looked up.

She blinked. "I'm wandering around, and I can't afford a hotel room. Do you mind, if you have an extra space, if I can sleep here for just one night?" Hey, that was pretty good.

Normally, Leon wouldn't have accepted her into his apartment. But something about the way her extremely blue and enchanting eyes didn't plead too much or too little and were in awe of her surroundings got him curious, something about how she talked, timid, slowly, calmly, lightly, that made his heart warm up inside, something about how her tattered clothes made him feel sorry for her.

"Fine…" He blinked, and motioned for her to go in.

Yuffie's eyes widened in surprise as she looked around. Even with the shades down, the place looked so light and airy, and beautiful. No one had ever sat on that dusty-blue couch with dirt on their jeans. No one had ever tracked mud on the nicely polished wooden floor. No one had ever left their fingerprint or cup on the shining glass table in the middle of the room.

"Hyau!" She gasped, looking around. "It's so wonderful…"

Leon blinked at her astonishment. It wasn't all that great, but she was just looking all around and not aware of her surroundings.

"You're lucky to live in a place like this, hyuuu…" She sighed.

"Where do you live?" Leon smirked when she furrowed her brows and sighed heavily.

"I'm a nomad." Smooth, Yuffie.

"Eh?" Leon stared at her in astonishment once more. He had never seen a nomad before, much less let one in his house.

"You heard me, a nomad, one who wanders around, has no permanent home, people that get tossed around…" She sighed.

Leon blinked and looked her over one more time. He felt his face flush and he motioned to the couch. "You can sleep there…" He mumbled, and began to walk off, but then paused. "What's your name?"

"Yuffie."

"Leon." He blinked, and walked off, slamming his bedroom door behind him.

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A/N: Dude, I so wanted to make them make out. I had a dream about that last night. Don't ask. I have dreams of people making out. I'm weird. You're a wannabe.

So, I rock, I did the first chapter.

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