"Now where is it?"
…
"Well?"
…Uh.
"Where's what?" At that right moment, for no reason, a grin broke out of her face. Maybe, staying here without food for twenty-four hours might've messed her face muscles up.
The smile turned upside down.
So, really, she shouldn't have smiled. Idiot.
"Deary," the woman purred dangerously, her eyebrows arching upwards with every word, "I thought leaving you here for a day might've taught you."
It was just too painful to look at her now.
"What?" Yuffie spat, trying not to look at her but, at the same time, give the impression that she wasn't nervous, pissed off, twitchy, spastic, pissed off, frightened, pissed off, and scared all at the same time. Of course she didn't know what they were talking about. Bracelet? What bracelet? Jewelry is against the ninja code of honor. Tch. Everyone knew that… who didn't—
Wait. They kidnapped her and tied her up in a cave for twenty-four hours just for a freaking bracelet? Yuffie's fingers tingled with the urge to hurl her shuriken at their eyes.
But the thing was, she really had no clue. And the more clueless you are, the more suspicious you tend to sound.
Cold, shrewd fingers slapped her cheek. A shiver. A sniff. A glare.
The world was numb for a moment. Blood rushed to her ears. She was positively sure that the tears in her eyes were just because of the shock.
"Honey," the woman cursed when she'd finally figured that Yuffie was just going to stay silent and stare at them awkwardly with her mouth half open with surprise. "Lying is sin."
The man pirate snickered.
Yuffie noticed the dumb looking club he was holding.
"And you know what we do to sinful peop—"
It was the tiny beep that saved her life.
She frowned, and realizing that it was her cell phone, she flipped it open with a grunt. After a few seconds of staring at the screen blankly, she snorted and turned around. "We have to go."
The man pirate stopped giggling.
But just before they left peacefully; just before Yuffie decided that she was going to let them live, the she-pirate turned around with a nasty smirk. She curled her lips as she strapped what looked like a helmet onto her head and laughed. "It's a pity that death doesn't find you so easily."
←Water and the Yuffie. World and the Vincent.→
Lost forever.
Oh my.
［d a y one/1/hana/ichi/b e g i n n i n g/blahbadieblah］
Somewhere along the line… She thought she saw her mother. The spitting image.
A hand on her forehead.
Something. Comfort. Warmth. Anything.
...Right?
Anyone?
Right. She was alone. She was crazy. Oh yeah, and one more thing: she was wet.
Escape from a world of iLLusIon
Or NOT.
"It's just a tea party." He wrapped his bony fingers around his face with a tiring sigh, "Just this once. And then, I won't ask you anymore."
Yuffie shuffled her feet with a frown and without a reply. Liar.
Even when staring down at the floor, she could see the vivid image of her dad's triangular face turning puke-ish green by every second. Or maybe even purple.
"Yuffie," He said through his clenched teeth.
What?
Yuffie looked up, annoyed. "The last time I went…" She took a sharp breath. "All you guys did was talk about how I wasn't good enough for this and good enough for that."
The more she thought about it, the more she didn't want to go. Life should be something more than listening to old people talk, right? And here was her dad, standing about two feet away from her, ready to explode just because she was trying to excuse herself from an event she had never even heard of until now.
And once again, her dad sighed. "I told…" he paused, "I told them you would come."
Two eyes staring straight ahead. Red, ugly face.
She swallowed a scream. It only he would listen. Gawd..
"Yuffie!" His speech slipped into strong accent suddenly. "You are coming."
A command. A shout. You do this because I said so. Stupid, horrible world.
So, she did what anyone would do. She threw a nearby potted plant at him and let it loose.
She screamed. Actually, she'd been a lot more patient than usual.
"NA GANDA!" Yuffie shrieked, picking up another plant for launch. It was only right to tell him she was leaving in Wutaian, right? "DAK PONGOO!" It was only natural to call her beloved father a chicken fart, right? Right?
…Just say yes, and we'll move on.
But Godo already had a pillow in each hand, glaring at her. Without hesitation, he hissed, "Babo ya, nu ani lago." Oh yes she was leaving. And she wasn't stupid.
She threw the pot—missed on purpose. Same as ever.
The ninja heard the pillows hit the door as she slid it shut behind her. "Try asking next time!" she yelled through the wood.
And walked away. And whispered it. (Na ganda.) And slid out of focus—next time.
Well, yeah. Next time.
But now, however, The Great Ninja Yuffie was, unfortunately, was tied up to a huge rock in a gloomy/boring cave and wasn't allowed to do anything but stare and stare and stare at the empty darkness, waiting for at least something to happen. How ironic.
Hallucinating? She wasn't that lucky. Memories burned the insides of her skull. And here is why people don't get into situations like this: they remember things that they'd been meaning to forget.
Every now and then, her conscience whispered to her that she should've just gone along with her dad to the stupid tea party, instead of running away sulkily. Like a stupid brat. Hah, like a kid. Now that she thought about it, it was a really dumb fight. But she just hated herself that much more for admitting that.
Yuffie tried to sniff, but her nose was too plugged.
Two days. It had been two days since she'd been tied up to that damn rock. And with the exception of two creepy pirates visiting her yesterday, there was absolutely nothing going on. By now, the back of her neck was exploding with pain, staying in that exact same position for, gawd, she didn't want to count again. She was drenched with what seemed like tiny little icicles. The waves must have been mistaking her for a huge chunk of cake, trying to gobble her up every five seconds. It paralyzed every muscle in her, turning her hands into shivering claws like Vinnie's. And the tight rope around her wrists didn't help at all. It dug into her skin, trying to taste some sweet, warm, Yuffielicous blood. In fact, as Yuffie sputtered and coughed, she felt as if she had no hands or legs at all. She was freezing. Just absolutely freezing. Down to every muscle and bone. And then, to top it all of, there was the FREAKING SILENCE/ NOTHING/ NOT EVEN A SINGLE SOUND/ ARGEREAWEOIHGCOLD.
Yuffie took a deep breath. She felt like whimpering and crying, but that just wasn't Yuffie Kisaragi. She closed her eyes before the monster waves.
It's a pity that death doesn't find you so easily
Her fingers curled.
The waves collapsed upon her, knocking the air out of her lungs.
Silence.
Cough. Splutter. Cough.
She cursed.
Yeah, well. This, she decided, was worse than death.
But oh Yuffie.
You'll regret.
Huge pointy metal shoes clunked loudly against the cold marble floor.
Vincent thought of ringing Cloud. After all, he was here. Here as in Yuffie's house. A gigantic place with gigantic pots here and there, standing on the podium. Everything was clean here. Not even a speck of dust lied in the corner. Silently, Vincent was surprised Yuffie lived in such a house.
His fingers fidgeted with the thin, black phone. It might be just faster to call them…rather than trying to find them in this huge pla—
Freeze.
His long fingers twitched— No. No. No. No. Of course not. That was against his religion. It was called Vincintanity. He would not call today. He would never call in his lifetime. Maybe after he died, he might phone good ol' Aeris to tell to get him out of the grave—but just…not today. Vincent glanced at his phone coldly. For the first time, for some odd reason, just because his ego refused the grab the dang phone, the fact that no one was calling started to irritate him. Why couldn't Tifa choose to call right now? (Well, that would just be too easy.)
Clunk. Clunk.
The noise echoed painfully through the hallways.
……Clunk.
The pots vibrated.
Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. We love you Vincent.
He twitched…again. He seriously should've taken them off—
But no. No. His feet were covered with mold, wearing those shoes for more than twenty years. The world will explode from the smell. Maybe Vincent had twenty toes total, each of his toenails made out of steel.
"Vincent?"
Quickly, he turned around, surprised.
Tifa.
His beating heart let go of the gun.
"You're late!" A smile square in the eyes.
Streams of gold poured through the windows. The sun was already setting slowly.
Twitch. Twitch. Twitch.
The sun is falling. The sun is falling. Slipping slowly, smearing globs of blood all over that clear thing. Screaming.
Screaming.
Screaming.
Oh dear. Oh dear. The sun is falling with those bloody, bloody hands. With those sinful, dirty hands.
And soon enough, weirdly enough, the cities start to breathe.
Blood by blood.
Light by light.
Gratefully. Peacefully. They start to blink. Stealing sparkles from that sky.
&&
Finally, on a glistening motorcycle, Vincent's huge, pointy metal hand twisted the handle back, roaring all the way.
Oh dear. Oh dear. His magical cape must've stopped working today.
WINGS IS A LAZY PHISH. FIGHT THE MAN! …THAT MEANS PHISHWINGS, YOU HIPPIE LOVERS.
"V-v-v-v-v-v," she chattered. "V-v-v-v-incent?"
Yuffie blinked. Her lips barely seemed to work, quivering and blue.
Without an answer, Vincent started to untie the rope around her wrists. He had been planning to say something to her, yes.
His crimson eyes flickered to her face. (Tried not to see the fear.) In fact, he had been thinking of how exactly to start the conversation the whole way down here.
But her blue lips distracted him.
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this chapter brought to you by fish's slow, lazy butt. this sentence brought you by j.blue.
j.blue; Let me just say—I had nothing to do with this timing. –points at fish–
Anyway, down to business, youz guys… We haven't played FFVII. (Shocking, I know.) So— a reference person would be nice. 'Cause we don't really know… anything. I sort of know the characters. But I'm not so good at judging sometimes. Yeah. So. You get my drift. Fishie wrote this chapter, and it is glorious. (Even if horribly, painfully, omfg-want-to-drown-myself slow.) I'm not a patient person. Can you tell? Hmm…? Oh yeah, and I messed up Fish's 'Yuffie & Dad' scene. Not gunna lie. But she called him a chicken fart. Which, if you want my opinion, fixes everything.
P.wings; Well. I was going to write like in two days. But the, I got stuck. And then school started and- (this is where I got slapped by J.blue). But. I finished it. Finally. Finally. And, now, I think I'll be Yuffentine free for about two days. The glory.
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