Happy Holidays
Chapter one: Psychopathic-ax-men
Disclaimer: I don't own them, okay?
(A/N: Alright, I plan on finally finishing this story.I really don't know who would still want to read it, but hey, a girl can dream. This starts off with Halloween, and will move on to Christmas as the plot thickens.)
Yuffie slid to the ground panting. She was being chased by some guy with an ax, and to say the least, she was scared out of her wits. Looking over to the opening of the alley, a figure stepped in, to the side it was holding an ax, which moonlight bounced off of.
"Shit, shit, shit," Yuffie muttered to herself, frantically thinking about how to get out, and away from this psychopathic-ax-man. Noticing a low balcony, she looked over at a clothes line. Bingo! She could get onto the clothes line then continue to the balcony. She looked back over to the figure, he was gone.
"Fuck!" she said quietly. She stood up and something moved behind her. She froze, she could hear shallow breathing behind her, and was sure that he could hear her heart beating, faster, and faster. Oh, my god kept flashing through her eyes, well I mean her life. She slowly turned around, eyes wide. And. . . .
Screaming she fell backwards scrambled up and ran as fast as she could the opposite direction, still screaming by the way. He was gaining on her as she exited the alley, running through the dark street of the 3rd district. Tripping she fell and turned around on the ground as the psychopathic-ax-man brought the ax down upon her.
Screeching, Yuffie sat upright quickly in the bed. A hand flew over her mouth shutting her up. The hand gradually left her mouth as she took deep breaths trying to calm her self down. She felt Leon's arm go around her shoulders.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly.
"I-I'm fine," she said quietly, "it was. . . a dream."
"Not that ax-man one again?" he asked disbelievingly.
Nodding, Yuffie leaned her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes.
"I-it seemed so real, except for the end, the part where he brings the ax down on me," she felt Leon slightly tense, "I feel no pain, because I wake up," she finished. Suddenly feeling extremely tired, she moves under the blankets so she's cuddled next to him sitting up. Leon slowly lies down taking her with him, tucking the blankets around them. He looks down at her, and smoothes some hair away from her still sweaty face.
"Sweet dreams," he whispers.
Yuffie sits down on the bed, opening her diary, Leon's helping Cloud and Cid with Sora's gummiship. So she's taking this time to write in her diary.
Oct. 29
Dear Diary,
It's almost Halloween, and I'm patiently awaiting it. Sora's here and will be here for Halloween as well. Riku and Kairi are also here, they had been traveling home when the gummiship started to malfunction, and Traverse Town was the nearest world. Lately, well for the last fortnight, I've had these dreams, no nightmares, and every time, I wake up screaming. In the dream, I'm being chased by a psychopathic-ax-man, and it really scares me. Now, it takes a lot to scare me, and believe me, it's enough. I know I'm waking up Squall every night; I'm surprised he hasn't fallen asleep during breakfast every morning, but he wouldn't show such weakness. I've asked him repeatedly if he wants me to sleep in Cids shop, but he insists that he wants to be with me to comfort me when I wake up. Which is really sweet. I love him so much! Speak of the devil, I hear him coming, so I've got to go. Bye!
Yuffie close her diary, and quickly hides it under the mattress. She looks up as he enters the room.
"Hey," He greets as he walks into the room. "We're eating at the café tonight."
Standing up, she rolls her eyes, "we always eat in the café." A smile tugs at her lips.
He walks over to her, and wraps his arms around her waist and looks down at her as she in turn wraps her arms around his neck.
"Do you always have to have a comment?" He asked quietly.
Leaning against him to rise higher, she inquires quietly, almost whispering, "Do you always have to state the obvious?" He just nods and leans down and softly kisses her.
At that exact moment, the door is thrown open as a giant, but short, purple hairy thing walks in like a sumo wrestler, growling by the way. Pulling away slightly, Yuffie rolled her eyes, then rested her head on Leon's chest, muttering, "Oh god, not this again."
"I'm coming for your flesh!" he growls, trying to sound scary and frightening, and not succeeding at all.
"Sora, it's not Halloween, yet, why do you insist on wearing that hideous outfit?" Yuffie asked, now sitting on the bed. 'How does she know that's Sora?' Leon thinks to himself, 'Weird.' Shaking his head he leans against the wall; what Yuffie calls his, -Leon-Wall-of-Stone-Lean-.
"Don't you know what I'm supposed to be?" Comes Sora's muffled voice.
"No, and we really don't give a sh-" Yuffie cuts him off, "No, what are you supposed to be." Now staring sternly at Leon. Rolling his eyes, Leon walks into the bathroom, and closes the door, rather sharply.
"Big baby," Yuffie mutters, crossing her arms over her chest. She looks back at Sora expectantly, at this Sora looks confused at what she wanted.
"What?"
"Your costume dingbat!" Yuffie yelled, and hears a chuckle from within the bathroom.
"Shut up Squall!" The young women yelled, throwing a pillow at the door.
"That's Leon!" he yelled back.
"Ughhhhhhhhhhh!" She yelled, stomping out of the room, making the door shutter along with the walls.
"Wait!" Sora called after her, "I, I'm, a mutated barney," saying the last part quietly. Hearing the toilet flush, Sora's eyes widen, and he flees, as fast as his costume can allow him. Leon came out of the bathroom, tripping on the pillow, upon not seeing Sora; he smiled, and calmly walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
Oct. 30
Dear Diary,
One more day! I'm so excited, only I have a slight problem, I sorta don't have a costume. And Sora isn't helping either. Every couple of minutes he shows up in a different costume. So far, he's been, a mutated barney, sardine, lamppost, clock, lime green kangaroo, a white gummibear, a striped t-shirt, George Washington, a crumpled up piece of paper, a whale, fish, dog, superman, Ansem, Riku, me, Squall, Aerith, Cloud, Kairi, a dead log, crow, a goat, pencil, a PS2, a pile of horse manure, a trash can, a piece of cheese, a bottle, a crayon, (yellow) a colored finger nail, a foot, a key, King Mickey, the Keyblade, Cid, and last but certainly not least, a cork. Of course when he was "Squall,", the real Squall stuffed him in a trash can, but we got him out safely. I wonder what he will come up with next. Today, Cid was working under the gummiship, and I silently crept up on him, and at the top of my lungs screamed, HAPPY HALLOWEEN! He yelped and tried to sit up, but only succeeded in banging his head on the ship. As I ran away I could hear him cursing, "Goddamnit Yuffie!", I think were his exact words. It's so much fun to mess with him. Well, it's almost dinner time, I've got to go, bye!
Yuffie closed her diary and hid it under the mattress, stood up, and headed out the door, towards the cafe.
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After dinner, Leon and Yuffie were up in their room, getting ready for bed, when the rain started up again, this week, for the 6th time. Groaning, Leon took his shirt off, then went and laid down on the bed, silently watching the rain pour harder and harder. Yuffie was in the bathroom changing, when she came out, she saw Leon, and how handsome he looked ran through her mind repeatedly. She walked over to the bed, and got on it, and under the blankets, curling up next to him. As he put an arm around her, she leaned her head on his shoulder, both wordlessly watching the rain.
When suddenly, Yuffie heard a tapping sound.
Whispering, she asked Leon, "Squall?"
"Leon."
Not noticing what he had said, she asked, still whispering, "Do you hear that tapping sound?" Now looking worried.
"It's probably nothing, just the wind and rain."
Sitting up, Yuffie, now looking positively terrified, said, barely audible, "but Squall, there is no wind," (Twilight Zone music starts)
Eyes widening, Leon slowly turned his head toward her, then, at the same time, both turned their heads toward the balcony doors as lightning flashed, and the tapping continued. . .