Hmmm... I didn't think I'd be doing this, but this idea just got stuck in my head. This is something of a sequel to the 'Rainstorm, Heat Lightning, Flood' trilogy.
To be honest, I'm not sure where I'm going with this. It's the story of what happens to Yuffie, Vincent, and Cloud after they cut off contact from the rest of AVALANCHE. No, I didn't forget Red, you'll find out what happened to him.
Short summary: Yuffie, Vincent, and Cloud are searching for information on what alterations Hojo may have made to Cloud, Zack, Red, and Vincent. However, Tifa's determination to find them all may prevent them from succeeding.
This may be slightly odd. Parts of it will be mostly humor. Parts of it will be dark. There will probably be no romance, as any of that was rather ruthlessly slaughtered in the preceding 'Weather' trilogy. I don't really have anything planned out so I'm just seeing where the story takes me. Time tends to jump around a bit, since a lot of it is based on things that actually happened to me and have been modified to fit the story. This is purely for fun, and it is largely unedited, since it reads more like real experiences that way.
Also, please keep in mind that I'm really not going in chronological order most of the time.
This is from Yuffie's point of view.
Warning: Yuri and OOC (out-of-character). Don't like, go away.
This fic is dedicated to Cyrus and Lev...who are probably the only ones reading it.
Those of you still here (heyla Cy), enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII. Square does.
Thunder
I stood up after blowing on the wood for a full five minutes. The fire was still refusing to light. It kept going out again almost immediately.
"Vinnie," I called softly. "Vincent, where are you? I need to borrow the fire materia."
A moment later the dark figure is kneeling beside me, a darker patch against the black. He doesn't wear his cape anymore, just his black bodysuit. It's nice to able to see his face. He sighs and produces the materia.
"Yuffie, I do not believe this was intended to function in this manner..."
I ignored him. Fire is fire.
The logs roared into life and I looked up as I heard a wry chuckle. Cloud strode up beside me, dumping a few fresh-caught rabbits- our dinner- onto the ground. He surveyed our camp wearily.
"Yuf, I really don't think that fire materia is supposed to be used that way."
I waved one arm at him as I grabbed the rabbits and started skinning and cleaning them. "Save it, I've already heard it and I've already ignored it." Cloud laughed again and dropped into a crouch beside me, pulling one of the rabbits over to work on it himself. He's making a mess of it and we end up charring both rabbits. All right, so we're lousy cooks, all of us. We're eating and that's enough.
Even if we have lost a lot of weight. Finally, a diet that works: three people who between them cannot catch, clean or cook a meal. Lovely. We should start an ad campaign.
It's silent around the fire for a while after we finish eating. I think Vincent is asleep, to be honest, though it's hard to tell with him. He sleeps with his eyes open about half the time. It's beyond creepy. It was a clear night, so we'd all be sleeping out under the stars instead of fighting with the tent.
After an eternity of staring into flames, so much that the night branded itself on my eyes when I finally look away from the fire, Cloud shifts slightly and sighs. I'm surprised when he rises and envelops me in a warm hug. Cloud doesn't like hugs; that's always been a major issue between him and Tifa.
I hugged him back without really thinking about it, whispering "Thank you."
I'm not sure what I was thanking him for, really. For the hug? Maybe, but there was more to it than that. For listening. For letting me trail him and Vincent through the wilderness. For understanding. Maybe I was thanking him just for existing. Certainly I'm glad he does.
After a minute or so we broke apart and smiled at each other and went to bed.
