alley way rain

pairing/ yuffie x namine

School was wretchedly long for one teen. Every day, when she would burst out from the doors of that ugly, piss yellow bus she would congratulate herself on surviving another day of the mundane curriculum which kept her from the outside world. On this day however, she dreaded stepping outside.

The 'almost summer' world had saddened into a foggy, grayish haze of mist and drizzling rain. The weather was warm, humid and if you tried to run from it, you would choke on it. Water made your clothes cling in the most uncomfortable places as it slowly soaked you down to your bones. As said, the day turned sour.

Although Yuffie hated the conditions, she needed nourishment after stepping off her bus of funny looking zitty fifteen and sixteen year olds. Her short hair no longer bounced but stuck to her skull and cheeks when she got off the bus. Even her white shirt began to turn invisible but she slipped on her atrociously yellow jacket before anyone saw. She wasn't too keen on being ogled by the freaks that festered in her neighborhood.

She skipped her way down the gritty street, the promise of French fries and greasy chicken tenders a few blocks down making her belly grumble with glee as she did so. Her skipping slowed after bouncing past an alley—an ugly sound followed the after her. Common curiosity got the best of her and nagged until she gave in. The yellow clad girl crept back and peered cautiously into the musty crevice, her form barely visible past the corner.

Her eyes scanned past the trash bins and card board and located a huddled figure. Its shoulders heaved and they were turned away into a cranny between stairs and an old house. Heat rose to her face quickly. She felt as though she intruded on someone's private moment alone, shaming her somewhat. Her wet fingers tugged at the hem of her skirt and she quietly stepped forward. "Um—"

Before she even had time to speak the person whipped around and revealed; that it was a she. Her hair was matted and wiry; falling over her breasts conveniently hiding whatever was visible in her flimsy dress. Yuffie took a step back when she saw her eyes: they were blue and immaculately deep it made her jealous. Her throat cleared and she tried to speak. Nothing but a hoarse sound came out.

It started to rain, like in those overly cliché romantic movies where the man would take the lady into her arms and love her. Her arms ached to comfort that wallowing expression across the blonde's dainty features. "Help..."The crumpled teen whimpered causing Yuffie to perk up and come closer. A long gash dribbled across her thigh but that wasn't what she was crying about. A mangled looking animal sat in her lap, panting and whining softly with its tongue out. It looked as if its face was hit with barbed wire.

Yuffie immediately took sympathy and kneeled by her. She slide off her jacket and pressed it onto the sad looking girl, seeing it would serve her better. Yuffie then scooped up the dog and took the younger girl by the hand. "C'mon, my mom's a vet, she can help it." For some reason, that look in her eyes struck a soft note in the usually crass girl—or maybe it was the way they both wore see through clothes.

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When they reached her house, she had the girl, now identified as Namine, dry off in her bathroom with a towel while she looked at the pup. Her mother wouldn't be home for two hours so they would have to make due with what Yuffie had picked up from years of watching. It took her a bit to fully clean out the little dogs wounds and stop the bleeding, but her nimble hands had executed it well. She waited perched on her counter as she drained her short hair into the sink with the dog at her side. Oddly, it was not awkward to have a stranger in the house; probably because the stranger was a girl with an injured puppy.

Namine came out noiselessly with her hair tucked behind her ears, showcasing how red they were. Yuffie hopped to her feet and approached. Her eyes strayed to the blonde's thighs. Apparently there were two gashes on her legs, which were now covered in little batman band-aids. She wanted to ask what happened but bit her tongue; she didn't want to scare her away.

"Thank you." Namine breathed, weakly stepping closer with a bow.

"--your welcome." She muttered, feeling her face fever again. She felt a little…plain in front of this thin little girl and her pretty blond hair. Namine crept closer with out her notice and touched her toes to hers, closing in and cornering the dark haired girl. She jumped in fright and was caught off guard by a feathery brush across her mouth. It took a moment for her to register what exactly happened before she blushed madly.

Namine laughed lightly at her expression causing Yuffie to shoot back a challenging look. With out warning, she tackled the knobby girl into her warm couch and kissed her back.

From the counter, the dog yipped.

a/n : happy ending with the living dog and girls making out on the couch. what more could you ask for?