Yuffie's Plan Chapter 4
Oh, dear God, my face must be so, so red. This is not happening, this is not happening, this is SO not happening... I look up into the clear, blue eyes of... his... and... Damn, it IS happening. Here I am, on my (very lovely) behind, face all red, looking completely, completely undesirable in front of the most to-die-for man on Earth.
You got that right. It's Cloud right here, darling, and I was so not prepared. At all. God, this is so, so embarrassing. Maybe if I just sit here and close my eyes, he'll go away... Yes. It's working... It's working...
"Yuffie?"
...Not working. Darn, just go away and let me be all embarrassed by myself will you? Maybe then I can start thinking clearly and, you know, not get distracted by your oh-so-gorgeous face and lovely hair and - oh dear - is that your hand on my shoulder? Stop distracting me! Yes, I'm fine, and I'd be better if you weren't staring into my face and... and putting your (very smooth) hand on my shoulder and speaking in that lovely, deep voice you have...
"I'm fine, Cloud," I tried saying and cringed. What is wrong with my damn voice? It's so squeaky and high all of a sudden. And I can't even talk properly. God, Yuffie, you have it bad. Oh no, what if he realises why I'm acting so weirdly? Maybe he knows! Maybe he suspects something! Oh no, oh no, oh nooo... You made it too obvious, girl... But he IS rather dim, I mean, he nevers notices anything! Not even the time when Cait and I put that cute little ribbon into his hair and made him walk around a whole entire day with that! You should have seen the look on the others faces, even the monsters we fought against were amused to a certain extent. He's so dumb like that. (But super adorable anyway) Let's hope his dumb-chromosomegenewhatevers are working in overdrive now. Maybe he doesn't even notice my red face...
"You need a hand? Here, let me help you to the couch..." Cloud murmured as he helped me up (Oh, swoon! And he hadn't noticed - or at least said anything about - my face! Thank goodness.) and together we stumbled-walked-hobbled to the couch, which thankfully, was nearby. "Tifa! Yuffie kinda injured herself, so we need some ice here!"
"Coming!"
I felt something touched something near foot and, oh my, there was Cloud gently massaging my ankle. Somehow, in all that excitement (so called), I had injured it. And never even realised. I gave myself a mental whack on the head. How could I not have noticed something as significant as a sprain? Sometimes you're more blonde than Cloud, Yuffie... Well, heh, look at the bright side. Here's the man of my dreams massaging my ankle, putting ice on it, and awww.. he's so sweet. He's looking after me. What a sweetie Cloud is!
"There, all done up now... Feeling better?" Ehhh..? I looked down at my ankle. Oh! He had even bandaged it and everything. And it feels just like it did before. Oh, damn, my face is heating up again... Thank God I grew my fringe long. It's great for covering up, you know, when your face looks like a tomato or something. For example, now.
"Umm, yeah, thanks Cloud!" Good, at least my voice has returned to normal, although my face hasn't. Stupid face turns red so easily. Must have gotten my dad's face genes or something. He turns red so easily. At everything! You could ask him 'How's the weather over at Wutai?' and he'll get all red. Like, seriously, seriously red. Or if you bump into him, he'll turn red. Or if he stands in the sun for like, 5 seconds. I swear, it's that bad. Thank the heavens that I didn't inherit the whole thing, or, my God, I'd be turning red every 2 seconds.
Damn, I must have been thinking to myself for too long. Cloud's giving me that look. You know, the oh-dear-has-our-darling-Yuffie-gone-mad? type of look, which Tifa has been giving me the past day or two. I can't help it! I'm naturally talkative. And there's really no problem with talking with yourself, you know. It's those that don't that you oughta worry about! "Well... If you're feeling better now, I've got to go get some stuff for the party we're having tonight. See you later, then."
He stood up to go. Oh no, you scared him off! Now he'll never like you and you'll have no chances at all... See, he went off without even saying anything about my injury. He thinks you're nuts! Yuffie, you silly girl, you -
"Take care of that ankle, Yuffie."
- overreact. He cares about my injury! Oh, joy! I felt like standing up and jumping for joy, but - ow - my ankle wouldn't permit it. Well, there goes my plans of the little investigation. Maybe I could get Tifa over and pry more things out of her...
But I feel kinda sleepy though... I did, after all, wake up earlier than my usual 1 pm...
He takes my hands in his and looks into my eyes. He's earnest and nervous, slightly flushed, but still as beautiful as ever. He's trembling, I can feel it. He pulls me closer and slips something onto my finger. I'm smiling so wide now that I think my face will crack. I don't even have to look down to know what he did, and oh, this is just what I've been wanting... For so long now. The moon is out and we're sitting on this bench as we stargaze and, oh, it's perfect. It is, it is.
"Will you?" He murmurs softly as I admire the lovely 24-carat diamond that had just been placed onto my finger. It's beautiful. I look up, tears brimming at my eyes and throw my arms around him, startling him for a moment before he places his arms around me to return the hug. I turn my head a little and whisper into his ear, "Oh... Of course I will... Cloud..."
"I love you..." He turns my face towards his and we come closer and closer before he finally closes the gap and...
"Yuffie..? Yuffie...?" No, no, no, no, no... Let me dream, please, I don't want to stop. Stop shaking me! Let me.. Argh, it's gone! The dream is gone! And just before the good part too. My eyes snap wide open just to find Tifa's huge wine-coloured eyes staring into my face. Big change from the lovely blue ones in my wonderful dream, which someone here just had to wake me up from. A sudden wave of irritation swept over me. What does she have to say that's so important that she had to wake me up from my dream! Hmph. As though whatever she did was more important...
"What do you want?" I snapped, irritation clear on my face. No, I'm not in a good mood, and go away please, thank you. Excuse me, but I'm not the unreasonable one here. I mean, how dare she awake me from my dream!
Tifa's bewildered look and soft 'sorry, Yuffie, I won't disturb you then' snapped me out of my little "bitch fit". (And contrary to popular belief - don't think I don't know - I don't regularly BF, thank you very much.) I quickly grabbed her by the arm and apologised for my behaviour, blaming it on "not being a morning person" even if it wasn't really morning (unless 4 in the afternoon was considered that, but I sincerely doubt so) but you get what I mean, don't you?
"So... What did you want, anyway?" I suppose I was a little harsh just now. But Yuffie Kisaragi feeling guilty? Nuh-uh. Not over something as trivial as this. Oh, God, I swear I hang around old people too much or something. I mean - trivial? Since when did I ever use that word? Tch. Soon I'll be all "Oh, yes, and I think the polyglomerisation of the canus lupis are indeed fascinating. It's just a matter of slaying a brace of avian creatures with just a single petrous conglomeration, to put it simply.", like that weirdo elder guy. Freaky. I hope I never become like that!
"Yuffie! You weren't listening to a thing I was saying," Tifa sighed in exasperation as she rested a hand (the same one that shook me awake, damn) on her right hip.
"I was!" Well, actually, no I wasn't, but.. Meh. She'll think I'm crazier than she already thinks I am, probably! She raised an eyebrow in that 'alright-so-what-did-I-say' kind of way. Fine, fine, you win - this time! "...Alright, I wasn't. Sorry?" Hehe.. No one can resist my number one Yuffie pout which is oh-so-adorable and makes people wanna just give you a hug and the best thing is - it's copyrighted to me! So only I have the right to use it. BEAT THAT! Muahaha! Damn, I really am going crazy. Blame it on love, baby, because it's causing me to act strange.
"Oh, yes. I just wanted to ask if you would help me decorate the bar a little? I got Vincent to help, but I don't think he can do it alone... Cloud's out getting stuff and everyone else seems to be somewhere and I know you were napping and all but I was hoping..." And she gave me that sweet Tifa-exclusive smile that no one can say 'no' to, and of course I agreed to help. Besides, my ankle was hardly hurting now and she looked like she really needed the help and since Vinny was there... Well. I'd say a little "interview" is in order...
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