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Here we go. A ficlet where Yuffie is a bit more mature, a bit more serious. Hold tight.
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Yuffie on Squall
Squall. A violent storm. That can be true to his personality, and sometimes it's not. He can be silent, or raging, and every now and then, like once in a blue moon, he's kind. Like his worrying over the puppies. Or when he feels the need to play big brother. Squall, he protects me even when I don't want or need it. He's never obviously compassionate, he's not one for hugs, kisses, and making you think it will all be alright. But he does care. Once, when I was smaller, and I was crying, he held me. He won't really do that anymore, he thinks he has to put up this barrier. He tries not to show much feeling. I've only seen him cry once. The day we found that Rinoa had died. He changed his name to Leon then. He wanted to forget. But I'll still call him Squall. I don't want him to forget about his past. We need to remember. Memories are pretty much all we have left of our friends, our family. I do know this about him. No matter what, he won't be able to truly forget. He still has his griever, and he'll never rid himself of his prized gun blade. Because he has those things, he'll remember. He'll think of his days in SeeD. Of Quistis, and Selphie, Seifer, Zell, and most of all, Rinoa. I wouldn't have it any other way. And I think, deep down, he's glad to be able to remember these things. I know he regrets a lot of what happened, of what he did, or didn't do. And I know that he misses them. I've herd him cry out in his sleep. I doubt that he'll ever be at peace. I'll just have to try to help him along, and to smile, even when I don't want to smile. Because I know, that by me smiling, and training with him, stealing, playing pranks, and just plain keeping up the normalcy, that I help him.
I remember, once upon a time, when I was just a little kid, a little brat, that he babysat me. It was only times when Arieth was busy, with another kid, like Kairi. Or when she had dates with Cloud. My parents liked her better, because she was a girl. Anyway, he'd sit for me. He'd make me dinner, I'd eat. Then he'd turn me loose outside so he could watch T.V. or whatever. And sometimes, I would get distracted. I'd see a really pretty bird, or something shiny, or any other random thing and go after it. And he'd panic! He'd run out to the woods behind my house, or to the stream. Or any other place where he could think I'd go. He'd search, sometimes in the rain, once in a blizzard, until I was found. I usually was asleep in a tree or something. He was scared of heights then, and he'd try everything to get me to wake up. It rarely worked. More often then not, he'd have to climb the tree to get to me. I helped him get over that fear, in a simple way. He learned from the time in the blizzard though. He stopped letting me outside alone. He'd sit with me and we'd play candy land, or sometimes we'd just talk. I'd tell him things, stupid things that were important to a child. Like how I'd beat some boy in a race. Or I'd won the snowball fight. And he'd listen. He was nice like that, back then. Now he doesn't really listen to me much. But that's ok, I guess. He has a good reason. There are times, when I miss the old Squall. But for mostly, I've moved on. We all need to move on.
I'm not the one who's so far away...
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It was short. I know. And it was slightly stupid. I know that too. Please drop a review.