A/N: And, voila, another entry! I really want to get this done before school starts just because I never have time. Between two jobs, mostly all A.P. classes, a boyfriend, and three bestfriends who can't stand the sight of their other two counterparts, I really have no time to right. Know that I probably zone off a lot in Calculus, so I will still be writing at least! (Math is the devil.)

Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII and all components of the franchise belong to Square-Enix.

Entry #21: Violence, Pillage/Plunder, Extortion - Anniversary

Yuffie is pissed.

Two years. Two years today. He had promised. He'd said he'd be there. She had threatened him. Castration. Missing materia. The couch.

She cooked. Chicken parmesan with steamed broccoli. She didn't even like broccoli!

She had worn heels and a little black dress. She had scattered rose petals all over the damn place, risking an allergic reaction to…nature stuff. For him, all for him. With all the icing and whip cream, she was even willing to get yeast infection from him.

And he wasn't there. She sat at the table, the angry drumming of her fingers punctuating angry glances of dying candlesticks and the clock.

She was in the process of tossing out his television when she heard the door turn.

He had come, but he was covered in blood. He had cuts and scraps on his skin, and the crooked smirk that usually graced his features was gone.

Yuffie sets the television on the ground and approaches him slowly, eyeing him carefully. She makes her way to the kitchen sink and starts warming wet rags.

"I made dinner." She states, relieved when he sits down in a chair.

"I can see." He replies, toneless.

Yuffie wrings the rags quickly.

She dabs at the angry red marks. Some fade. Some stay. She can see the bouquet he holds tightly in his hand.

"You didn't forget?"

He chuckles.

"Two years with one woman? Kinda hard to forget, babe."

She smiles.

"What happ-?"

"Yuff?"

"Yeah?"

He cups her cheek.

"Happy anniversary."

Yuffie is so surprised that she blinks. There's a silence and a slow kiss.

"I made broccoli."

"I thought you hat-?"

She grins.

"Happy anniversary."

- End -

A/N: Guess what this note is for? You guessed it! Now follow your own thoughts and review! (You know you wanna...)