"Let me go"
((Yuffie))
First, I just have this to say:
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha (etc and so on)
It was a very, highly embarrassing pickle for Riku yesterday. And you know what I say to that? Good.
I know it's mean to embarrass the poor kid but we must not forget that he ditched me. So now I will use him to make Squally jealous and take my revenge by making his over inflated ego not so inflated. Deflated in fact.
You know what he was taking about yesterday at the café? How many girls he has after him, and how it's soooo hard being this dark, tall and handsome type.
I pointed out that he wasn't dark of hair or skin, but he told me, very pompously I might add, that that assumption wasn't right, 'dark' means mysterious. I said well then why don't they say that? He couldn't answer that one. Hah. Yuffie forty gazillion, Riku zero.
I then pointed out, if he was so very cool, then why didn't he hang out with all them 'cool' types that smoked and wore those dark sunglasses and were generally very 'cool'? Oh, and arrogant and pompous and conceited, like him. To my outrage, he just smirked at this comment, stating that he was in fact too cool for even the likes of them!
I don't really agree to be honest.
BUT, just to snub these FALSE ideas of 'coolness' that anyone has of him, I have a plan! A cunning plan, in fact.
Tomorrow, Riku is to be introduced to the water! Not just any water though.
I shall explain.
Recently, there have been many people staying in our faithful ol' Hotel. Lotsa people back entrance highly used. The back entrance which leads onto the secret waterway, which has paddling space! Paddling!
I knock on his door, yelling "Come out, my little gosling! I'll make a swan of you yet!"
He emerges, looking dishevelled and entirely unlike Riku at all.
"Yuffie, I told you not to call on me in the middle of the night anymore. People talk."
I laugh, throwing my head back maniacally and push past him, heading for his chest of drawers. I pull each one open, search for a pair of shorts, then close them, having been unsuccessful. I reach the top drawer, which I know will be assigned to underwear and socks. I peek over my shoulder at him. He's watching me, a disturbed look playing on his face. He sees me reach for the knob. He dives, shouting "What the hell are you doing?!", and falls just short, landing at my feet.
"Ssh, Riki-roo. You'll wake the neighbours." I pull out a pair of his longest, dingiest boxer shorts, giggling at the pair of Y-fronts hidden at the bottom. "You need to be up early for your extensive training programme. You're on my watch now, so put these on, and we'll be off. Need to warm up, do a few stretches, ya know?"
I thrust them in his face.
He doesn't like it, but I sit on his bed so he can't get back in. He grumbles into the bathroom, saying something about needing to clean his teeth and shower.
I check my breath and underarms at this point.
"Yuffie, Yuffie" The monster which has ensnared me in its freezing grasp is prodding me and then shaking me alternately. It also smells suddenly clean and surprisingly yummy… actually… kind of familiar…
Okay scrap that, it was just Riku waking me up.
"It's freezing in here Riku!" I push the nice-smelling-ness out of my mind, and sit up, rubbing my bare arms.
"You're hardly wearing anything and you're not used to not moving every second to keep the blood pumping" I stick my tongue out at him and he retaliates, even adding the very stylish and disdainful 'mmm' sound that small children make.
I decide at this point that things are getting too strange, and glance at the fluorescent alarm clock on Riku's bedside cabinet.
"Eight o' clock?! You took two hours getting ready!?" I look him up and down, deciding to add an insult in there just for good measure "And you don't even look that good."
He gives me a withering look, but I know that he doesn't usually take that long. When I realise that he probably thought I'd just go away if he took ages, I decide the torment has to start. Now.
I dance over the rooftops, doing the odd cartwheel.
"Come on, Riku!" I shout down at him, nodding politely to an alarmed looking woman, "Get those knees up! I know it's hard going for you but if you didn't eat all those cream cakes…"
He gives me the finger and the woman looks even more shocked. I grin at her, deciding that at least 12 hand gestures is enough. He has been running for over an hour, too.
His hair's all sticking to his face and I should probably get him to change before we do our actual activity for the day, but I'd rather make him feel as comfortable as possible. Even though it probably won't smell too good.
Jumping down, I grab his wrist and drag him to the second district, to the shallow rectangles filled with cooling water. I invite him to take his sweaty trainers off and bathe his 'sweltering feet' in the 'cooling stream'. He likes this idea. I invite him to stand up, wade in a little further from the edge. He does so.
Then I stand on one of the crates and announce, very loudly, that this is the first stage of his training. When a woman with a small child looks up at me inquisitively, I say:
"Yes, I'm teaching Riku here how to swim. We're starting with little baby steps - today, paddling. I could teach your son if you'd like, he'd probably be quicker to learn than Riku over there. Alright, bye!"
Riku does not look impressed. He almost looks as if he might strangle me.
"I'll join you!" I say, hoping that this might satiate his anger a little. I hop in, jumping around and kicking water up at him. He laughs, the first time today, and I forget my mission of embarrassment in my enjoyment of the game.
The strange looks don't bother me, but when Riku hears that bunch of 'cool kids' he's been going on about, he wigs and jumps out.
I hear them myself, what with my ninja senses and all. Bit of quick thinking, and I jump on his back, screaming "piggy back me, piggy back me!"
He loses his balance, slipping backwards into the water and landing on his ass.
I scream with laughter as they walk round the corner just in time to witness the whole thing.
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha (etc and so on)
They carry on walking, laughing as they go. Riku's not cool enough to stop for anymore. Score!
Except now he's mega mad… he's closing in!
I back away, slowly, hands up in front of me. Hopefully, he'll be distracted by something else or remember that he's not supposed to be able to swim, so going in the secret waterway is not a good idea.
His long, quick strides mean he catches up no problem, and we end up, once more, teetering on the edge of water.
It's inevitable, the big splash and sprawling limbs, but I can't say that I don't like the sight of a soaking wet, gasping, hair-stuck-to-head Riku.
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