Hello. My exams are finally over. I've had rather weird dreams during the exam period. One which was about Riku, giraffes, a little boy named Kazu, me, and the zoo. That dream proved to me the extent of my fangirl fetish of Riku and how much I really scream Riku's name in school and poke my desk partner. Not to mention my passion for giraffes and little Japanese boys who are adorable.

Thanks to Maiakins and heartsoblivion, I FEEL LURVED! Yay. To heartsoblivion, yes, I can hear the Riku fangirls plotting to kill me! Hurrah! And to Maiakins, I was writing a narrative as homework which was about "something interesting you experienced during a holiday" so I wrote about my father entering this Sanrio shop and how everyone stared. Plus how I almost got knocked down by a huge truck. My brother deserves to be smacked, but he's older than me. I like your Yura fanfics. :D

Disclaimer: I like chocolate muffins. Sora likes cranberry muffins. But Riku likes banana muffins. Hence, I don't own Kingdom Hearts or any other things unrelated to me.

Pretty Face

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My Oh My

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Her silvery-white hair glimmered in the sunlight.

Her perfectly accented nose.

Her fine, rosy lips which bared a set of white teeth underneath.

Her cheeks were tinted with a bit of pink and blessed with a rather fair, but a little tan complexion.

The aquamarine eyes stared back at her, a tinge of surprise accented in them.

"OH SHI-! Uh…um…Nice to meet you… I'm…Yamaguchi…Ri…ka. "

The Great Ninja Yuffie was speechless.

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Silence swept into the room like light traveling through a vacuum. Yuffie's eyes were glued to the beauty in front of her eyes. To her, Rika's arms looked like two strings of sausages. Very big sausages. Nicely lightly roasted sausages, the skin glistening with oil. Sausages. Yum. Meaty, tasty, delicious, dancing little friends of the butcher, her mother's favourite accompaniment with eggs…

"Um." The delightful, meaty, long strings of sausages were extended towards her face, right in front of her eyes. Damn, Yuffie thought, how she longed for a sausage right now. The sausages seemed to be a blessing dangling from heaven, all big and meaty, and they seemed have little, moustache-decorated mouths goading her, tempting her. "Go on Yuffie, bite into the sausages! Big and juicy! I am big and juicy, not to mention meaty! I AM TASTY! Yuffie, EAT ME! EAT ME!" She felt the saliva rush to her mouth, leaking out to form a river going downstream.

"Yes, my little friends…I will…I will eat you…and I hope you enjoy ketchup on your naked boneless bodies as much as I do!" Yuffie grabbed the strings of sausages and aimed towards the target, letting the excess drool drip.

"Um, excuse me? Excuse me? Hello?" She thought she saw the sausages swaying in front of her face, little cocktails at the very end of each string. Swaying ever so gracefully, so smoothly. The temptation was overwhelming.

So overwhelming that Yuffie bared her sharp molars at the sausages.

Rika stared.

Yuffie drooled and lunged towards her victim.

Rika then proceeded to scream.

Very loudly.

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Yuffie scrunched her nose at the "sausage", the first aid kit dangling in her hand. It was bleeding, minute streams of the maroon liquid oozing out. "Well, here's your sausage with the ketchup you wanted." Rika muttered, glared at her and snatched the innocent white box roughly. Yuffie stifled an "eep" and folded the bed sheets and blanket while eyeing her raging roommate nervously. Rika was currently cussing as though she was rapping. And that was a bad thing. (It rhymes. WOW!)

Rika swiped an alcohol swab over the wound, leaving behind a cool sensation which lingered for a while. A set of teeth marks were engraved on his flesh and he grimaced at it, reflecting his obvious distaste of the piece of "art". Yuffie noted the series of events and felt insulted that firstly, Rika had used an alcohol swab, implying that she was dirty, and secondly, Rika did not know how to appreciate the Great Ninja's artwork. Even if it was causing blood to ooze out. .

For Rika, she thought Yuffie was an absolute disgrace to the Human Race as she had bitten her magnificent, beautiful, divine arm. Oh the horror of it all!

Offended silence from both parties floated in the air.

Yuffie sighed. She was supposed to be The Great Ninja Yuffie. Not The Great Germs-Infected Lunatic who loved biting sausages. The Hello Kitties and My Melodies must have gotten into her brain. Now Rika must have thought she was a crazed cannibal with a craving for meat. That made Yuffie sad.

Woe are those who leave bad impressions on extremely pretty and sexy people.

She noticed the other set of pink bed sheets and blankets on the bed which was not occupied yet.

That made Yuffie even sadder as it reminded her of the sad Backstreet Boys song.

"Empty spaces fill me up with holes…"

She ran over to the bed, picked up the bed sheets and blankets and hugged them to her bosom. They were so wonderfully soft, wonderfully filled with vigour that it made Yuffie regret that it was manufactured pink.

" You still wonder…if we made a big mistaaaaa-kkkeeee…" She threw her slender frame on the bed and sobbed wildly. The sadness of it all, to be manufactured the colour she abhorred! And to be such wonders and perfection! The pain!

Rika stopped in the middle of applying disinfectant to the wound, staring at Yuffie bawling the lyrics to "Incomplete" and sobbing .

Perhaps Yuffie wasn't just a disgrace to the Human Race.

Perhaps she wasn't even human.

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An hour passed. Rika was still disinfecting the wound after deciding that Yuffie was a dangerous monster woman and Yuffie was unpacking her suitcase.

" Damn you and your penguin toys, Rika! They're crossing the boundary to MY territory!" Yuffie flung the penguin toys out of the closet and dumped her clothes in it.

"My Miss Pengy! That's no way to treat a lady!" Rika put down the disinfectant, snarled and glared daggers at Yuffie while hugging her precious penguin which had a bonnet and lace frock. Yuffie ignored that last statement, hung the last shirt she had in the closet and scoured the closet for bedsheets as soft as those pink ones but in a different colour. Like green or orange or white or black or whatever.

"Hey Rika, are there other colours besides pink?" Rika looked up from cuddling Miss Pengy and stared blankly at her.

"I doubt it …Monster Woman?" Yuffie's heart died at that last comment. Indeed, Rika thought she was a Monster Woman.

A Monster Woman.

Well, not as bad as The Great Germs-Infected Lunatic, but still.

It sucked.

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"…And tell me why I'm here again, my dear roommate?" Squall stood near the My Melody statue, glancing quizzically at his new found friend, Cloud Strife. The blond raised an eyebrow at him and clicked his fingers.

"Because you're extremely gay. Not to mention how your mom forced you to watch Sesame Street ten times a week when you were five." Squall glared at his dear friend and smacked him on the head with Mister Latte.

He did not like the "gay" part. No, he was not gay. He was a sad chipmunk who frolicked through the trees for nuts to store during winter.

And no one was suppose to know about him watching Sesame Street.

Because he was The Godly Squall. Sexy Squall. Mysterious Squall. The one who had a fanclub called HISS.

And there was this grinning sexy man beside him, who knew such a deep, hidden, dark secret that he hid in the mysterious depths of his heart, or so he would put it.

He decided Cloud was under his "Dangerous, might be a stalker or a ninja" list in his Sexy Squall Organiser in his supreme analytical mind, and decided to query Yuffie about ninja techniques which involved creeping about and prying into the depths of human hearts.

And well as being such fine sexiness to top it all off, although not as sexy as him, of course.

"Um, Squall." Cloud poked him, looking apprehensive. Squall swished around, deliberately letting his silky hair brush across Cloud's face, blessing his nose with the scent of Organics shampoo. The blonde pointed at the My Melody Statue and wiped his face with a cotton handkerchief he produced from his pocket. He liked his Cloud scent on him and had been using the same Cloud scent since ten years old. And nothing could separate them. Except roasted chicken and turkey.

Squall looked. The My Melody Statue was bursting into flames, covering the entrance of the girl's dorm.

And they saw the care label which stated, "No overdose of sexy or I will explode."

"So that's how they keep boys away from the girls." Cloud stated and frolicked off to buy sweets at a nearby store while Squall stared on, looking at the charred remains of its ears.

"And Mister Latte is still with me." Squall shook the rabbit, cute, round, cuddly and all.

And possibly sexy as well.

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"Finally." Yuffie sighed as she put away the foundation. Rika had insisted on it as her skin would not be blemish-free and it would be so ugly. Yuffie agreed, because Rika had agreed to call her Yuffie, and she had been threatened with a blunt pointy object. As a ninja, she feared blunt pointy objects as she used sharp pointy objects and never knew the dangers of blunt pointy objects.

"Thank you very much, Yuffie." Rika said rather pointedly, and gazed at the foundation covered wound. It looked pretty now.

Everything looked pretty with makeup, and Rika decided that was her philosophy of life.

Yuffie gazed at the face in front of her. It was so perfect, so beautiful. If only she could add a little eyeliner and eye shadow here and there on that face…yes, she would be the kind who could give anyone a severe nosebleed and heart attack. Without thinking, she grabbed the little pouch and dumped the mascara, eye shadow, eye liner and lip gloss on the floor. Her hands had a mind on its own, a master plan.

And then they reached out to Rika's face, and gently turned the head to face Yuffie's eyes, hands on the slightly fleshy cheeks.

And then the two pairs of eyes met.

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Oh my I felt like I was writing this love scene at the end. Sorry for not updating for so long, I had band and school and whatnot. Anyways, I think I made Cloud very random. And I made Yuffie seem to like makeup. As for Riku, I like him the way he is. Haha.

And if you don't know Incomplete is sung by Backstreet Boys, I shall only say one thing – hullabaloo.

Organics is shampoo, I do not own it.

But I do own Mister Latte! And HISS! And Sexy Squall Organiser! And many many other random things. :D

Thanks for reading and please review! You can flame me cause I like flames as they remind me of fondue! Whoopie.