A/N: Since everyone since to like this story of mine most, I will continue to update it this summer and beyond. Lol the others just aren't flowing. Anyhoo here you go, read on review on and ROCK ON!!!! But you can only rock on if you review on, see preveleges are reserved! Heh heh heh!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own ff7, I repeat I do NOT own ff7, or mars either for that matter

Yuffie's POV

Wooowie! Look at me! Sittin' by a campfire with a blanket around my shoulders, and a nice hot steaming mug of cocoa in my hands. After being dunked in mud by that stupid bird, this? Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh……… this is life! … well, at least I think this is cocoa, now that I think of it, this stuff doesn't look much like cocoa.sniff Yuck! Doesn't even SMELL like cocoa, and it shure as heck doesn't TASTE like cocoa! What did Vincent give me, GASP poison! It was his plan all along. HACK! GAG!! KOFF!!!!!!

"M-Must survive. wheeze" I try to say I a scratchy voice.

I guess I'm getting a little wrapped up in my act cuz I'm kinda finding myself on the ground coughing and wheezing. Uh oh! I hear crunching grass behind me (A/N: does grass even crunch? Please forgive the lack of imagination.)

Oh! Please! Dear Leviathan! Let it not be who I think it is!

"What, are you doing?" Yep that's Vincent, now my life is officially over, contract signed and all.

I hold up the mug which still has all its contents, which is funny when you think about it, cuz I am lying on the ground and I hadn't spilt anything, must be my awesome ninja skills! Ack! Must come back to reality! Okay, what is happening at this moment, I am on the ground in an awkward position holding up a mug of poison and Vincent is looking at me like I'm some sort of hobo from mars! (A/N: do they even KNOW about mars? Ho la la, je fais vraiment dur!) Which is okay now that i think of it, cuz if I were Vincent right now, I would think I'm a hobo from mars too. Oh! Right! I must 'reply' to Vinny's question.

"I-it's p-poison!" I say with desperation, WOAW I'm surprised that word.s in my vocabulary!

"It's coffee." He said in a tone as if I was some retarded two year old, which I was kinda feeling like right now, just… minus the whole, two year old thing.

"Oh…….., um so, what did you get? … wait. One second thought I don't even what to know." What if it was something icky and I would totally hurl it back up if I knew what it was.

"Wise, course of action." 'wise course of action'? did he just say wise course of action?!

"Did you just say 'wise course of action'?" I say hardly believing my ears.

"I believe it it what I have spoken."

Oh! Come on Vinny! Who talks that way anymore!

"Oh! Come on Vinny! Who talks that way anymore!" Come on he's starting to sound like some old granpa!

"I belive I have"

"Well you don't count!"

"Why not?"

"We-ell," uh,oh! Brain freeze! And this time I can't blame it on the ice cream! " cuz… um… anyways that's beside the point, you're starting to sound like some old granpa! And next thing we know you'll go all wacko on us, an you'll wear some torn up jump suit written 'GEEZER' all over it!!!!" I did ramble a bit but I'm proud to say a stayed on the topic!

" … I think I'll take that blanket back now."

Uh oh! FART BUCKETS! It's freezing out, what do I do? No way in heck i.m apologizing. Um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um...

"………….. Vinny, did I ever tell you what a wonderful veriety of a vocabulary you have? And the fact that I think the world would be so much better off if everyone spoke just like you?"

Sucking up, my final resort.

A/N: et voila! I hope you enjoy until I can think of a concrete story line, I'll have a few more of these going nowhere chappies.