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Chapter 3: Running Away
Yuffie sighed. It was snowing outside and her father insisted that she trained one more day before Christmas.
She dropped to the floor and rolled as her opponent for the day threw three kunai at her, one aimed for her head the other two aimed for her legs.
"Ha!" She yelled, jumping up and hurling her shuriken at him. Following behind it, she pulled out a kunai and landed behind him as he caught the shuriken, and placed the kunai against his neck.
"You lose again Manyaka." She said, smiling to herself.
"So I do," Manyaka sighed, "I wonder, is it me training you, or you training me?"
She shrugged, and Manyaka sucked in a breath, "You nearly killed me!" He hissed, afraid to move for the kunai blade in his neck.
Yuffie blushed and removed the weapon from his neck. "Sorry," she said, laughing a little.
"It's okay. So when are you planning on leaving?" Manyaka asked, handing her Conformer.
"I was going to leave today, but my father refused to let me."
"Why not?"
Yuffie sighed, and clipped her weapon into the sheath on her back, "He insisted that I needed to train, apparently since we defeated Sephiroth my form has become sloppy. As if it wasn't before."
Manyaka smiled and laughed, and plucked his weapons out of the wall and floor. "Go ahead and leave, I can cover for you. Okay?"
Yuffie jumped up in excitement. "Thank you Manyaka!" She spun around and jumped again. Waving thanks to him, she ran out of the dojo and back to the main part of town. She silently opened the door to her home, and grabbed her pack. Inside it was some food, a water bottle, a blanket, and a small pillow. Everything she'd need to survive.
Once she was halfway down the continent, she pulled out her phone and dialed Cid's number.
"What the #& do you want!?" He cursed into the phone.
"Nice to see you too Cid," Yuffie said into the phone, "Doesn't your wife wash your mouth out with soap?"
"Nope, Shera doesn't do a &# thing around here."
"How far away are you?" She asked, getting impatient.
"Four hours. This thing isn't that fast."
"Okay," Yuffie closed the phone and sat down. It'd take everyone two more hours to realize she was gone, and then another hour to get near this far. Hopefully Cid was exaggerating.
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Cid sighed and shut his phone. "Come on Shera we need to &$! go!" He yelled down the hall.
"Coming." She called back, clicking her suitcase shut and carrying it down the hall. Cid rolled his eyes and grabbed it for her. "Aint right for a woman to do all the liftin'," he muttered under his breath. Shera smiled and opened the door to the airship.
Dumping their gear in the storage room, he walked back onto the bridge. "Hey there pretty Lady," he said, using the shortened name for his ship, the Lady Falcon.
Shera sat down in the swivel chair in the ops station. "Just you and I Cid? Where's the crew?"
He sighed and took the helm, "On vacation. I figured I'd give 'em a break. No big deal anyways we can pilot this with just you and I."
Shera nodded and turned back to her station. Digital readouts displayed various schematics and numbers concerning either the ship or the environment around them.
A few hours later, they arrived at the continent of Wutai, and Cid dialed Yuffie's number again.
"What?" Yuffie said into the phone.
"Where the &#$ are you!?" He roared into it, causing Yuffie to wince.
"Southern end of the continent. If you could, try and hurry." Yuffie closed the phone.
"Time to go!" He yelled, jumping back behind the helm of the ship.
Three minutes later they arrived to see Yuffie running at the southern tip, and a fair number of people chasing her.
"Shera! Throw her a line!" Cid called out behind him.
Shera jumped up and ran to the outer deck, a coil of rope in her hands. "Yuffie!" She called out, and then tossed the line down. Yuffie caught it and began scaling it as Cid took off. Once she was on deck, she went to her usual spot on the railing. She never could get over her airsickness.
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Red XIII lightly ran across the field that lead to Midgar. Bouncing on his back was the robot Cait Sith, who was being controlled remotely by an ex-Shinra spy named Reeve.
"Reeve," Red said, panting slightly.
"What's up?" Reeve's voice cut through the stillness. The robot had a speaker in the mouth, but there never seemed to be a volume button.
"Do I need to get gifts?"
Cait almost fell off of Red's back. "Well yeah," he replied, "It is only Christmas."
Cait hit the ground with a thump as Red bucked him off, "If I remember right, I spent most of my life in a canyon, and then a cage. Sorry if I don't keep up on human holidays."
"Alright alright," Cait grumbled, climbing back ontop of Red, "I'll help you pick out some gifts, lets go."
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Too short?
Wendy: Maybe, not sure.
Me: Meh, Three pages… Oh well. Sorry for the lack in updating, I didn't have access to a computer.