Nothing but the writing is mine.

To Thomas: O Brother, the ordinary miracles you give me unconditionally.

Five: Hunt

From Yuffie.

I sit in the corner, alone, watching. I hate it here.

Why?

Because there's nothing for me to live for. She's taken him from me. I was so close...

And she just lightly skipped in and crushed me. Crushed me.

Hatred is wrong. The very first--useful--thing my father taught me: if you hate, you are wrong. Period. So no hatred--especially not for an ally.

But it's hard to resist.

I mean, I've got my role in this group. The emotional, eccentric teenager, providing entertainment for everyone with her naive escapades. She's got all those young ideas... romance... purpose... destiny... a greater power than us, something that really does know it all. They all know she likes pretty words like that.

And that's it. A shallow little girl who has yet to grow up. I don't deserve consideration; I don't have real feelings.

Foolishness. The one word they would use to describe me. Vincent is mystery, Cid is honest, Cloud is powerful, Tifa is... something. Something better.

But Yuffie? Aw, she's the brat. Too old to be protected like a kid, too young to be trusted like an adult.

Just a brat.

I don't want this. I don't want to die tommorrow and be remembered as something that didn't have a real place. I just want... life.

And there's nothing I can do if I'm suffocated out of that chance to live.

I don't know what to do. I don't know where to turn.

Wait.

Of course.

He needs someone to look after. He needs someone to direct. He needs someone to help, and perhaps that someone can help him.

He needs a purpose more than I ever will. He needs me.

And what closer bond could be devised than that between a student and her teacher?

Vincent...

The hunt begins.