Just something more light-hearted after the angst of the last chapter!

Onto the final stretch now, just two more chapters after this one.

Disclaimer: the characters and certain phases used in this do not belong to me.


Commander: a person who exercises authority; chief officer; leader.

"Hey Commander!"

He looked up, expecting to see brown, up-curling hair and green eyes, and instead, viewed, with some disappointment, straight black hair and grey eyes.

"Nyuk, nyuk! It worked! You looked up… Commander!" Yuffie was practically dancing with glee.

That's when he noticed a somewhat familiar scrapbook in her hands. "Yuffie, where did you get that?" He pointed to the book with his pen.

"Secret!" She mimicked zipping her lips.

"Yuffie…" He frowned. "Give me that."

"No way!" She held the book beyond his reach. "I couldn't pay to get this kind of info on you."

Realising that argument was fruitless, he sighed.

She grinned. "Now I don't have to worry what you're calling yourself this week, be it Squall, Leon or Jim-bob. I can just call you Commander from here on in!"

He sighed again. There'd be no stopping her.

"I'm gonna go show this to Aerith. See you later Commander!" She near enough skipped out of the room, and Leon attempted to return to his work.

Only to be interrupted just a few seconds later, by a loud "Booyaka!"

As Yuffie fled once more, giggling, he buried his face in his hands. "Curse you Selphie" he mumbled. "Curse you and your scrapbook!"