Before anything, I should have you all know that ff.net is screwing up and I'm not getting my alerts when I get reviews for my story. *Pouts*
Welcome all…to the mysterious and alluring CHAPTER SIX!
Well…actually, the muse in my head is telling me that there is NOTHING mysterious or alluring about this chapter. This is where I smack myself in my head a couple of times, hoping that the recoil will hurt the muse.
Please excuse the intermission while I smack myself repeatedly. *Elevator music plays*
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Ok, I'm back and still alive.
Oh, and I have a special message for Chester Bennington *like he's reading my little crap story*
PLEASE DON'T DIE! I LOVE YOU TOO MUCH! YOU HAVE TOO MANY FANS THAT WILL STEAL YOUR CORPSE AND CONVERT TO NECROPHILIA FOR YOU! DON'T DIE!
And if by some strange cosmos that any member of Linkin Park is reading this (I seriously doubt it) I LOVE YOU GUYS!
Ahem…with that over with. I do want to say that school JUST started. On Sept. 2, 2003, I started my first day of eighth grade. Now I'm just waiting for a magical talking cat to come and tell me that I'm a sailor scout. I mean…it did happen to Usagi-Chan while she was in the eighth grade. Never fear, my ramblings have a plot. Because school is starting, I will have little to no time to update. I'm already getting freaked out at how serious my teachers are about making sure work is done. They scare me. I just want to go to French and LEAVE the eighth grade. Anyway, once History Day starts, that's it, there will be no time whatsoever to update this story. Sadly, History Day studies will start in a month or so, and that will be it. So I'm trying to get in all the chapters I can before History Day starts. *sigh*
I can't stand school sometimes.
Anyway, Disclaimer: I don't own FFVII or anything mentioned in this fic that doesn't belong to me (this is getting pretty repetitive.)
I also want to thank my beta reader for these chapters: KitsuneDewAddict. THANK YOU SO MUCH!
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Previously:
"I feel the same way. I really-" He was cut off as the waitress stormed over to the table.
"Your sautéed duck, your chicken. Have a nice meal." She said this in a snooty voice and you could tell she didn't mean it. But the mood had been ruined and there was nothing left to say. The rest of the meal was eaten in relative silence.
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Upon his insistence, Vincent had picked up the bill, insisting that it was his treat. They left the high-class restaurant around four-thirty, so the sky was beginning to slowly change colors, and a bit of red could be seen in the horizon. The walked down the area of the Union Square Farmer's Market where they had met up earlier in a comfortable silence, laughing a bit when the saw a cop yell at a bystander for riding his bike in a 'Bike Walking Only'* zone.
Finding happiness in the comfortable silence they were walking in, they only realized how far they had walked when they heard the familiar sound of protesters in Union Park. Walking around the park, they struggled to find a bench that either wasn't taken by strange men with dresses on, or passed out homeless people. They finally settled on sitting next a woman who was reading a book and wearing what looked like a bed sheet and some crushed soda cans. Yuffie placed her hand over Vincent's.
"I really did have a lot of fun. It's been a while since I've actually had a guy take me out to lunch…or dinner…or whatever you want to call this." Vincent smiled his ever so charming smile.
"I think I'd call it…linner" He said, watching as Yuffie's eyes danced as she laughed.
"Or maybe dunch." She suggested, and they both laughed as the woman next to them began talking to the squirrel a few feet a way from her. Their laughter was short lived as a homeless man walked up to them, looking at them with pleading eyes.
"Does anyone have a dollar eighty-seven they can spare so a man can get some trinkets?" He asked with a gravelly voice. Yuffie and Vincent stared at him.
"Umm…I can give you two dollars instead, would that be all right?" Vincent asked, beginning to take out his wallet. The homeless man looked downright appalled.
"I don't want your damn TWO DOLLARS for my trinkets! I need a dollar eighty-seven." That night, the homeless man sat down on the ground, as Vincent and Yuffie laughed their heads off while trying to sort out a dollar eighty-seven from the change they had in their pockets.**
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Vincent and Yuffie had long since found a dollar eighty-seven from their pockets, and were walking next to each other in the park, hands lingering near other. They were close enough to feel comfortable and know that the other wasn't holding back. Vincent decided that he would try and start the conversation.
"You know, if you're looking for a different editor and publisher, I might be able to help you out. My friend just finished his own publishing business about a year or so ago, and now he's just looking for someone to give him a book to do." Vincent finished, looking at Yuffie for a second. Yuffie had her very Yuffie-esque smile as she looked at Vincent hopefully.
"You could really do that for me? I don't care who it is; this person is must be better than Reno. You don't know how many times that guy has tried to make a pass on me. It's getting kind of disgusting now. He reminds me of a used car salesman." Vincent had to laugh at that, as he did find Reno to remind him of used car salesman.
"He's my friend Cloud. Quite likeable, and he has gravity defying hair." Little did Yuffie know, that Vincent wasn't exaggerating when he said that.
"He sounds cool. I'd be really glad to have anyone but Reno do that job for me." Yuffie breathed. It seemed that Vincent's offer took load of her chest. Vincent seemed a bit happier that she had accepted. It wouldn't have been cool if he threw his offer out in the open, and she rejected it just like that.
Point number one to Vincent. Level one completed. Now onto level two. Making sure you see her tomorrow. Vincent seemed to have his little victory in his head, and he counted it off like a video game. That's what happens when your twenty-seven and you've been playing video games all your life.***
"Well, I'll give him a call tonight. I'm sure he'll be ecstatic," Vincent said, and Yuffie silently nodded her head. Not really in an agreement, but just a subconscious action. They walked a bit more, before Yuffie turned to Vincent, a small smile playing on her lips.
"It's getting pretty late," she checked her watch, which read 10:49, "so I think I'm going to skiddadle back home for tonight." Vincent nodded, looking down at his own watch.
"Yeah, it is getting pretty late. I have surgery tomorrow so I guess I'd better go." Vincent said in agreement to her.
Now's your chance, dumbass! Ask her out again, Vincent's subconscious yelled at him, and Vincent cleared his throat.
"Umm…I was wondering if you wanted to go out for lunch or something again this week?" He asked, a bit of red once again tinting his cheeks.
"Sure, I'd love to," Yuffie replied, her pale cheeks getting the lightest hint of rose to them.
"Umm…so…"
"Yeah…"
"Well, I guess I'll see you later or something. I have your cell phone number so I'll call you or something. Or here, since I don't want to have to disturb you in the emergency room, so here's my phone number." Grabbing a spare receipt, she jotted down her number with her Badtz Maru pen, and handed it to him. Vincent took the receipt and turned it onto the back.
"Goodwill?" he asked, slightly amused. Who didn't go to Goodwill once or twice in their life for a Halloween costume prop or something?
"What? I alter clothes for a hobby, and goodwill has some great stuff there to rip up. I got a fifty dollar Victorian dress there." She replied, a bit miffed that he insulted one of her favorite places to get clothes to alter. Vincent put his hands up in the universal sign of 'I surrender'.
"Hey, I was just wondering." He said, not wanting to get his ass kicked. Her bio did say that she had mastered several forms of martial arts.
"It's not like I'm going to go to Lord and Taylor and pay four hundred dollars for a shirt, only to rip it up." She nodded smartly, and Vincent smiled a bit.
"Understood." They both laughed lightly at that. Suddenly, Vincent had sounded surprisingly like Arnold Schwarzenegger. Finally, Yuffie put up her hand a hailed a taxi.
"I had a lot of fun, I can't wait to do it again." She stood on her tiptoes and lightly pressed a kiss to Vincent's cheek. Vincent blushed a heavy crimson, but before he could say anything, she had slipped into the taxi and it was already pulling off the curb. What he didn't know was that Yuffie was sitting in the backseat blushing as much, if not, more than he.
Vincent stood there shocked for a moment, then pulled out his cell phone. Dialing a number, he waited a few rings before a slightly groggy voice answered the phone.
"..blalow?" Cloud answered, as he had just been falling asleep when the phone started blaring next to him. Vincent chuckled.
"Hello Cloud, as alert as ever, I hear." Vincent mused, and he could hear Cloud make a noise of protest, trying to explain that he had just been falling asleep, but Vincent cut him off halfway.
"I got you a book."
Inside his head, Vincent's subconscious was singing and dancing.
SCORE!
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School stinks and it's taking up my time. So...updates are going to be REALLY slow these days. Sorry all, but I'm trying not to fail the 8th grade, so I'm going to have to pay more attention to my studies than this story.
Anyway, enough of my ranting, here's the little * things.
*My sister lives in New York, and in the Union Park Farmer's Market, a lot of people ride their bikes. Now, they have signs saying that you can only 'walk' your bike through, because there were too many people crashing into each other when they were all riding bikes.
**It's so much more fun to find three dollars and eighty-seven cents for the random hobo when you're with a friend. It's not as cool when you're by yourself.
***Uh oh, I'm starting to base the characters too much off of people I know. Vincent is slowly starting to get based off of my brother…gotta stop myself before I write something foolish.
This chapter took me about a day and half.
*yawns* I think I'm going to go take a nap *passes out*
Oh, and I was in NYC with my brother yesterday, and I found out that this chapter is KINDA inaccurate, but if I can stick in a non-existent café called "The Seventh Heaven" or make hobos ask for $1.87, I think I can mess things up just a little bit. ^^;;;
Damn….I can't die now, I got to do the reviewer thing. Please forgive me if I spell any of your names wrong, I'm pretty out of it.
CloudRox1- Ohh...I'm converting people to Yuffentinism now ^^. I feel all special like. I'm trying to write it with the faintest hint of realism. I've still got a LOT more character development to add in. I'm glad you like it! *waves a little flag* Gothyness is cool.
Yuffie-San- Cool name! *Grins* Too good to be true? *Uber-licious grins* That just about made my day. I used to read a lot of AU and I personally didn't like a lot of them. Most of them were high school fics, and that started grating on my nerves. So that's how I got the inspiration to write my own. They're a lot of fun; you should really try writing one. You don't have to worry about forgetting the name of the forbidden island named Gjjsuuuddkadsf, and can instead make it in Iowa. Or…somewhere else.
Natsu-Aoki- It's all good ^^ Yes yes, I shall continue *writes like mad*
Alx 91- Broken legs….owwies *get you a band-aid*. Eh, my moods come and go with the time, so one minute I'm chipper, and the rest "the world is a dark and desolate place" and all that stuff. Hmm….I don't think I'm going to stop now. I'm in no mood to gather an unnatural fear of pitchforks over a fanfic ^^. Eh, I didn't bother answering Prochoice because I knew it wasn't worth my time. He/She should have learned the Golden Rule: If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all, because someone who's not as nice as me will whoop your ass for it. Taking anything to an extremity isn't cool, so I keep my subculture, and do what I want as well….Sticking with a story until it's done is a good policy, and I will most likely finish this. This story has become my brainchild. *Inches away from pitchforks and starts typing*
Well, I believe that's all, folks. Have a wonderful life! *Passes out from exhaustion*
And one more big round of applause to KitsuneDewAddict!! THANKS!