Normally I have a tough time sticking to drabble collections, but I'm trying my best to not let this one fall through the cracks. I hope you guys just keep reading! And hey, this time it's the Hollow Bastion Restoration Committee, pre-committee days!

Chapter Prompt: Typewriter

Timeframe: KH1

Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts or Final Fantasy, Squeenix ( and Disney) do.

The Great Hollow Bastion-ian Novel

Yuffie was bored. Very, very, very bored, in fact, so bored that her mind was going to explode from boredom, and little chunks of brain would soon scatter the floor of the Second District, and Aerith and Squall would have to clean them up so that they wouldn't attract more Heartless or something, and they'd probably be feeling really bad then, because they were both too "busy" to spend time with her, which everyone knows is very not good for the ninja.

And, when she had decided to go look for Cid in the accessory shop, she was instead greeted by the Moogles, who'd been after her for sometime now (sure, steal 1 little synthesis item; she was helping it, it was calling her, it had needed her!). Lucky for them, Yuffie found them too cute to attack, even in the name of self defense, and lucky for her, they were responsible Moogles who never left the First District (or their shop at all, if they could help it), so escaping them was easy for her.

And then her boredom had driven her so crazy that she decided to visit Merlin, the batty old wizard who didn't wear pants and was living in the crippled house on that little little island behind the Mystical Door in the Second District. The boring wizard who spent all day studying and reading and talking in big words (probably because he reads the dictionary too, Yuffie thought) about magical mumbo-jumbo that she couldn't (and didn't really want to) understand.

But anyways, when Yuffie had shown up at his place, she discovered an old typewriter sitting outside the… door? Was that what that tarp thing was supposed to be? But the typewriter had given her an idea, and so deciding that it must have been trash if Merlin left it outside, Yuffie lugged the heavy (but not too heavy for a ninja of her prowess, yeah!) typewriter back to the hotel where she and her friends were staying, placing it clunk in the middle of the common room table before sitting on the chair in the front of it, and beginning to write.

At first, the others had simply given her looks, which she had missed in her fierce concentration on her writing (which, she might add, was so fierce that her tongue was sticking out a little bit while she was creating, which was the ultimate sign of focus, of course). But soon, as time passed and her typing speed increased, the noise made by the typewriter was very, very loud.

"Yuffie." It was Leon that had first spoken to her, annoyance apparent in his voice. "Stop making so much noise."

"Can't Squallie-boy," she didn't look up from her paper, but Yuffie was definitely smiling, "I'm writing the Great Hollow Bastion-ian novel."

"We're not on Hollow Bastion anymore." Leon answered, deciding to ignore the nickname and to avoid pointing out how stupid the idea is, because no one wants an insulted Yuffie coming after them with a shuriken larger than her head at any time, much less when she's bored and will thoroughly enjoy making you suffer for a while.

"So? There's no point in writing the Great Traverse Town-ian novel, because there's no competition here. But there are loads of books in Hollow Bastion, and this one is going to kick the pants off them all!" And with that, Yuffie turned back to her writing, and Leon left the Hotel to train, hoping that by the time he trashed a few stray Heartless Yuffie would've run out of paper, ink, ideas, or all three.

An hour or so later, Aerith too had come to find the source of the sound, and discovered Yuffie sitting at the table, four inky pages spread out around her, one in the typewriter, and the girl slouching against the table, frustration clear on her face.

"Yuffie, what are you doing?"

"Aerith! I need your help, I'm trying to write the Great Hollow Bastion-ian novel, but I'm stuck!"

"Hm, let me see what you've written so far." The flower girl said softly, and she picked up the finished pages and started reading. It didn't take her long to realize what Yuffie was writing about. Before she'd even finished the first page, she looked up, "Yuffie, is this story about… us?"

"Yep!" The ninja beamed, "What could be better than a story about a super awesome kick-Heartless-butt ninja and her friends?"

But Aerith was smiling softly, looking down at the pages in front of her in way that made it hard for Yuffie to tell if she was reading or not. And when the amazing ninja caught sight of tears in the flower girl's eyes, she jumped,

"Oh no, don't go getting sappy on me now, Aerith! I need you're help to finish this!" And so Aerith quickly wiped her eyes, and the two of them sat in the room and talked and Yuffie clacked away on the typewriter, teaming up to write the "Great Hollow Bastion-ian novel," together.

Such a rushed ending, I'm sorry. Please review if you read this, more reviews mean faster updates!!

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