Love is a Funny Word
Chapter Four: Why Can't I?
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THEM FOR CRYING OUT PETE!!!! Except for my OC.
(A/N: *glances at calendar then drops dead* I'm soooooooo sorry for not updating sooner!! I just finished that book for English along with all the work. So here I am! Um, this song fic will be to the song 'Why Can't I' by Liz Phair. So here it is, you deserve it, enjoy!)
DAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDDDYYYYYYYYYY!!!!
Yuffie awoke with a start; sitting up on the mattress, sobbing and shaking. She felt Squall sit up as well, and started gently rubbing her back. She wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly freezing. Noticing this, he wrapped the blanket around her. She grabbed both ends, and pulled it tighter about her; visibly shivering.
Squall waited for her to calm down before asking what happened in the dream. He had awoken to her screaming 'Daddy', so he figured it had been a nightmare about the night they left Hollow Bastian, it was not the first time she had had these dreams, but she never seemed this upset. Roughly ten minutes had passed, and she stopped crying, just sat there, slowly rocking back and forth; with Squall still rubbing her back in small gentle circles.
Get a load of me
Get a load of you
Walking down the street and I hardly know you
Hardly know you
It's just like we were meant to be
Taking a deep breath, she looked up to him, "Thanks." She said softly. His eyes moved down to hers, "For what?" She smiled, looking away from him.
"For being here for me when I woke up." She replied lightly. She sighed, realizing it was the middle of the night, she felt exhausted. Biting her lip, she gently leaned her head against his shoulder. He closed his eyes; it felt so right to have her next to him. He paused, and then wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Soon she fell asleep, and he looked down at her, her breath coming in a steady rhythm, a piece of stray hair, hung in front of her face, blowing away with each breath. He gently lay back, pulling her with him, but took his arm from around her shoulders as he did so. He watched her roll onto her side, facing away from him, his eyes then traveled down her silky hair.
"I love you," he mouthed.
Why can't I breathe
Whenever I think about you?
Why can't I speak
Whenever I talk about you?
(Yuffie's POV)
I love to watch him when he sleeps; it's the only time he actually looks at peace. I don't think I could ever recall a time when he looked like that while he was awake. When the heartless had been appearing here more often, he would always have that emotionless slash lost look on his face, 24/7. I guess I can't really say lost, he knows where he is. But, there are those few times; I've caught him looking at the sky, almost longingly. And to tell the truth, it kinda scares me, and I don't know why.
Sometimes I get the feeling like he wants to talk to me, but won't. Like, he gets this look in his eyes, when he looks at me, but then I ask him what's wrong, and he mutters, either 'nothing' or 'whatever'. It just kills me inside knowing that I can't help him and he doesn't want me to help. Then, there's the other times when he acts like a complete asshole. Not like last night though, he's never acted like that to me, except that time when I got stuck in the sink. I contained my blush at the thought; it's really hard to, especially when he told Cloud and Aerith. And having to watch Cloud fall down laughing uncontrollably.
Shaking my head, I took a sip of my coffee as Squall stirred in the bed. As his eyes fluttered open, I moved my gaze away from him.
Finding someone else you can't get enough of
Someone who wants to be with you too
It's an itch we know we are gonna scratch
Gonna take a while for this egg to hatch
But wouldn't it be beautiful
Here we go we're at the beginning
I took another sip, looking at the clock, flashing 6:00AM, I realized I'm never up that early, but I woke up, and couldn't back to sleep. I listened to him get up, never taking my eyes off the clock. He walked into the bathroom without a word, and as the door closed behind him I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
I finished my coffee, and got out of there as fast as I could. I pushed my way out of the hotel, noticing the puddles in the middle of the streets, wondering why I hadn't noted the rain last night. Although the nightmare probably had something to do with it. I made my way toward the almost certainly packed café. I stepped inside, surprised to see only about a dozen people or so. I made my way to a slightly secluded booth, removed my jacket, and then sat down. Picking up the menu, I began to look through it. I was about to call the waiter over, when I heard footsteps approaching. I looked up to see Guyet standing next to me.
"What a nice surprise!" He said with a wide smile. I smiled back as he tilted his head in my direction in greeting.
"May I join you?" He asked me with another smile. Really wanting to eat by myself, I decided I needed someone, someone who wasn't Squall Leonhart.
"Sure," I said with a small smile, "I'd like that."
He smiled and sat down across from me. We both ordered our breakfast, and were soon enjoying a conversation about childhood events.
"So you climbed the tree?" He asked in wonder.
"Well yea, I knew Squall would kill me if I hadn't of. I had to get out of his reach!" He looked at me confusedly.
"Couldn't he just climb the tree after you?" I nodded no quickly, taking a swig of my orange juice.
"He's afraid of heights." We both snorted and started all out laughing. When we finished we headed out of the café, hugging our coats against the cold wind; and continued walking through the streets, chatting.
(Squall's POV)
I could sense her watching me; she probably thinks I'm still sleeping, but I've been awake since she woke up. I had been watching her while she made her coffee, she looked worn out, tired, and not the perky little ninja I had known. I have to admit, when she woke up last night from the nightmare, I was actually scared. I'm not even sure why. It was a dream after all? Wasn't it? I guess it wasn't the dream it self, it was more about the look of fright and sadness on her face. The sobs that had racked her body as her mind made her replay one of the most horrifying parts of her life. The fact that both her parents died in the same year, and that she had finally been able to cope with it, and then suddenly had it thrown back in her face. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair one fucking bit. It still isn't fair.
Finally deciding that I've been laying here for too long, I rolled over and began opening my eyes, blinking a lot like I had just woken up. She probably didn't realize it, but I saw her eyes move away from me. I sat up, shaking the "sleep", yea right, from my head, watching her stare intently at the alarm clock. Not knowing what to say, I stood up and made my way into the bathroom.
As I finished brushing my teeth, I heard something being thrown into the trash can, then quick footsteps, then a door closing. I sighed as I tossed my bright green toothbrush into the cup thingy. I walked back into the empty room and changed clothes.
I looked up as the door connecting the Red room opened, and Aerith walked in. After looking around she turned to me.
"Do you know where Yuffie is?" I nodded no, and she glanced at the clock, and then looked back to me.
"But, its only 6:29, she never gets up that early!" She protested. Sighing, I dragged a hand through my russet trusses. "Uh, she didn't get much sleep last night." I stated tiredly, not meeting her gaze. She walked over and sat down next to me, and I felt the bed sink down.
"Why?" She asked softly.
"I don't know if she would want me to tell you, it's kinda personal." She nodded knowingly, "Well, if I ever find her, I'll ask her," She said quietly, "Um, seeya later?" I nodded deftly as she left.
EIGHTEEN HOURS LATER
I glanced up to the alarm clock from the newspaper I was reading. The bright red numbers flashed 12:38P.M. at me. I sighed, looking back down to the newspaper article I was reading. I hadn't see Yuffie all day, and I was beginning to worry about her, when Aerith told me she was with some guy. I didn't realize how much of an impact that had on me. She was out with some guy, while I sat at home, if you can call the hotel room that, lovesick. What if she started dating this guy? What if he proposed? What if she said yes? What if she moved away from here forever?
"I'd die without her." I whispered before I could stop myself. Shaking all those annoying 'what ifs' from my mind, I returned to reading the article, attempting to push Yuffie out of my tangled thoughts, but failed horribly.
(Yuffie's POV)
About to push the hotel doors open, I paused and watched Guyet walk away. What am I doing? I love Squall, so why in hell am I hanging out with Guyet? Oh right, Squall hates me, almost forgot. Sighing, I pushed the door open, and made my way to the staircase.
I reached the top, and headed in the direction of the Green and Red Rooms. I walked up in front of the door to our room, and stopped. I listened, and thought I heard someone mutter something, I'd pie without fur? Oh well, I'm probably just imagining things again. I pushed the door open and my breath caught in my throat, he's awake. Just fucking great. Pretending he wasn't sitting at the table, I walked across the room to the bed, where I fell back onto, kicking my shoes off, I propped myself up with my hands, eyeing the newspaper where his head was behind. Suddenly the paper dropped, and I looked down immediately, gazing at the floor, waiting for it.
One . . . two. . .
"Where the hell have you been?!" Three, damn I'm good. I looked up to him, meeting his blazing azure eyes I could tell his eyes were hiding some unknown emotion, could it be concern? Mr. I-have-a-stone-ice-covered- heart caring for little old me? Ha. Wishful thinking on my part. He was now staring at me expectedly. I cocked my head to the side, not breaking my eyes from his.
"Explain to me how that is any of your business?"(A/N: From "The Whole Nine Yards") I asked coolly. His eyes narrowed in anger, more so then they already were, if that's even possible. But hey, it's Squall Leonhart we're talking about, so it probably is. After an extended amount of time glaring at each other, daring the other to speak first; I rolled my eyes, and got up and made my way into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.
As I brushed my teeth in silence, I listened to him setting the paper down, taking his shirt off and chucking it across the room, then laying down on the bed. After I finished brushing my hair, I opened the door, and peeked in, my eyes traveling to the sleeping form on the bed. Realizing too late, because he had already turned off the light, that I was walking toward the table I slammed right into it. I squeaked in pain as the edge of the table dug into my stomach and fell backwards. I lay slightly panting on the floor as I listened to movement in the bed, but he either didn't care, or didn't wake up, I'm counting on the first one. I gently got up from the floor and carefully made my way to the bed, moving my hands around in front of me.
I reached the bed, and carefully lowered myself onto to, trying not to move it and wake the sleeping warrior up. I gathered covers over myself and turned over, facing away from, and gently massaging my aching stomach. I slowly fell asleep to the steady rhythm of his breathing.
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you?
It's inevitable, it's a fact that were gonna get down to it
So tell me
Third Person
A week passed, and everyday Yuffie was with Guyet, hanging out like friends. She thought she was getting into a friendship, until exactly a week after she met him, the worst possible thing in the entire world happened.
"Can I ask you something, Yuffie?" He asked as they sat at lunch. She looked up from her French fries, and nodded. He gulped, and he almost looked nervous. Okay? She thought to herself, he's acting oddly. He cleared his throat, and locked eyes with her.
"Would you, like to, um, go on a date with me?" Her eyes widened to the point where they were almost sticking out. Whoa there buddy, where the hell did that come from? Her mind demanded. She bit her lip down, and the thought of Squall hating her and never seeing her as anything but a bratty little kid passed through, and she closed her yes briefly. She reopened them to look at him.
"I would love to go out with you." She said with a smile, and then he smiled as well. An hour later, she walked through the bars into the waterway, looking around to make sure it was empty before swimming to the other side. She pulled her self out of the water as thunder boomed over head. She walked over to the far wall and leaned her back against it, then sank down, holding her knees to her chest; she muttered out loud, "What am I doing?"
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?
High enough for you to make me wonder, where it's going
High enough for you to pull me under
Something's growing out of this that we can't control
Baby im dying. . .
(A/N: Okay, I really think that ending sucked, but I couldn't think of anything else to do!!! I'll update as soon as I can, thanks for reading, and perty please will you review????)
Chapter Four: Why Can't I?
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THEM FOR CRYING OUT PETE!!!! Except for my OC.
(A/N: *glances at calendar then drops dead* I'm soooooooo sorry for not updating sooner!! I just finished that book for English along with all the work. So here I am! Um, this song fic will be to the song 'Why Can't I' by Liz Phair. So here it is, you deserve it, enjoy!)
DAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDDDDYYYYYYYYYY!!!!
Yuffie awoke with a start; sitting up on the mattress, sobbing and shaking. She felt Squall sit up as well, and started gently rubbing her back. She wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly freezing. Noticing this, he wrapped the blanket around her. She grabbed both ends, and pulled it tighter about her; visibly shivering.
Squall waited for her to calm down before asking what happened in the dream. He had awoken to her screaming 'Daddy', so he figured it had been a nightmare about the night they left Hollow Bastian, it was not the first time she had had these dreams, but she never seemed this upset. Roughly ten minutes had passed, and she stopped crying, just sat there, slowly rocking back and forth; with Squall still rubbing her back in small gentle circles.
Get a load of me
Get a load of you
Walking down the street and I hardly know you
Hardly know you
It's just like we were meant to be
Taking a deep breath, she looked up to him, "Thanks." She said softly. His eyes moved down to hers, "For what?" She smiled, looking away from him.
"For being here for me when I woke up." She replied lightly. She sighed, realizing it was the middle of the night, she felt exhausted. Biting her lip, she gently leaned her head against his shoulder. He closed his eyes; it felt so right to have her next to him. He paused, and then wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Soon she fell asleep, and he looked down at her, her breath coming in a steady rhythm, a piece of stray hair, hung in front of her face, blowing away with each breath. He gently lay back, pulling her with him, but took his arm from around her shoulders as he did so. He watched her roll onto her side, facing away from him, his eyes then traveled down her silky hair.
"I love you," he mouthed.
Why can't I breathe
Whenever I think about you?
Why can't I speak
Whenever I talk about you?
(Yuffie's POV)
I love to watch him when he sleeps; it's the only time he actually looks at peace. I don't think I could ever recall a time when he looked like that while he was awake. When the heartless had been appearing here more often, he would always have that emotionless slash lost look on his face, 24/7. I guess I can't really say lost, he knows where he is. But, there are those few times; I've caught him looking at the sky, almost longingly. And to tell the truth, it kinda scares me, and I don't know why.
Sometimes I get the feeling like he wants to talk to me, but won't. Like, he gets this look in his eyes, when he looks at me, but then I ask him what's wrong, and he mutters, either 'nothing' or 'whatever'. It just kills me inside knowing that I can't help him and he doesn't want me to help. Then, there's the other times when he acts like a complete asshole. Not like last night though, he's never acted like that to me, except that time when I got stuck in the sink. I contained my blush at the thought; it's really hard to, especially when he told Cloud and Aerith. And having to watch Cloud fall down laughing uncontrollably.
Shaking my head, I took a sip of my coffee as Squall stirred in the bed. As his eyes fluttered open, I moved my gaze away from him.
Finding someone else you can't get enough of
Someone who wants to be with you too
It's an itch we know we are gonna scratch
Gonna take a while for this egg to hatch
But wouldn't it be beautiful
Here we go we're at the beginning
I took another sip, looking at the clock, flashing 6:00AM, I realized I'm never up that early, but I woke up, and couldn't back to sleep. I listened to him get up, never taking my eyes off the clock. He walked into the bathroom without a word, and as the door closed behind him I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
I finished my coffee, and got out of there as fast as I could. I pushed my way out of the hotel, noticing the puddles in the middle of the streets, wondering why I hadn't noted the rain last night. Although the nightmare probably had something to do with it. I made my way toward the almost certainly packed café. I stepped inside, surprised to see only about a dozen people or so. I made my way to a slightly secluded booth, removed my jacket, and then sat down. Picking up the menu, I began to look through it. I was about to call the waiter over, when I heard footsteps approaching. I looked up to see Guyet standing next to me.
"What a nice surprise!" He said with a wide smile. I smiled back as he tilted his head in my direction in greeting.
"May I join you?" He asked me with another smile. Really wanting to eat by myself, I decided I needed someone, someone who wasn't Squall Leonhart.
"Sure," I said with a small smile, "I'd like that."
He smiled and sat down across from me. We both ordered our breakfast, and were soon enjoying a conversation about childhood events.
"So you climbed the tree?" He asked in wonder.
"Well yea, I knew Squall would kill me if I hadn't of. I had to get out of his reach!" He looked at me confusedly.
"Couldn't he just climb the tree after you?" I nodded no quickly, taking a swig of my orange juice.
"He's afraid of heights." We both snorted and started all out laughing. When we finished we headed out of the café, hugging our coats against the cold wind; and continued walking through the streets, chatting.
(Squall's POV)
I could sense her watching me; she probably thinks I'm still sleeping, but I've been awake since she woke up. I had been watching her while she made her coffee, she looked worn out, tired, and not the perky little ninja I had known. I have to admit, when she woke up last night from the nightmare, I was actually scared. I'm not even sure why. It was a dream after all? Wasn't it? I guess it wasn't the dream it self, it was more about the look of fright and sadness on her face. The sobs that had racked her body as her mind made her replay one of the most horrifying parts of her life. The fact that both her parents died in the same year, and that she had finally been able to cope with it, and then suddenly had it thrown back in her face. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair one fucking bit. It still isn't fair.
Finally deciding that I've been laying here for too long, I rolled over and began opening my eyes, blinking a lot like I had just woken up. She probably didn't realize it, but I saw her eyes move away from me. I sat up, shaking the "sleep", yea right, from my head, watching her stare intently at the alarm clock. Not knowing what to say, I stood up and made my way into the bathroom.
As I finished brushing my teeth, I heard something being thrown into the trash can, then quick footsteps, then a door closing. I sighed as I tossed my bright green toothbrush into the cup thingy. I walked back into the empty room and changed clothes.
I looked up as the door connecting the Red room opened, and Aerith walked in. After looking around she turned to me.
"Do you know where Yuffie is?" I nodded no, and she glanced at the clock, and then looked back to me.
"But, its only 6:29, she never gets up that early!" She protested. Sighing, I dragged a hand through my russet trusses. "Uh, she didn't get much sleep last night." I stated tiredly, not meeting her gaze. She walked over and sat down next to me, and I felt the bed sink down.
"Why?" She asked softly.
"I don't know if she would want me to tell you, it's kinda personal." She nodded knowingly, "Well, if I ever find her, I'll ask her," She said quietly, "Um, seeya later?" I nodded deftly as she left.
EIGHTEEN HOURS LATER
I glanced up to the alarm clock from the newspaper I was reading. The bright red numbers flashed 12:38P.M. at me. I sighed, looking back down to the newspaper article I was reading. I hadn't see Yuffie all day, and I was beginning to worry about her, when Aerith told me she was with some guy. I didn't realize how much of an impact that had on me. She was out with some guy, while I sat at home, if you can call the hotel room that, lovesick. What if she started dating this guy? What if he proposed? What if she said yes? What if she moved away from here forever?
"I'd die without her." I whispered before I could stop myself. Shaking all those annoying 'what ifs' from my mind, I returned to reading the article, attempting to push Yuffie out of my tangled thoughts, but failed horribly.
(Yuffie's POV)
About to push the hotel doors open, I paused and watched Guyet walk away. What am I doing? I love Squall, so why in hell am I hanging out with Guyet? Oh right, Squall hates me, almost forgot. Sighing, I pushed the door open, and made my way to the staircase.
I reached the top, and headed in the direction of the Green and Red Rooms. I walked up in front of the door to our room, and stopped. I listened, and thought I heard someone mutter something, I'd pie without fur? Oh well, I'm probably just imagining things again. I pushed the door open and my breath caught in my throat, he's awake. Just fucking great. Pretending he wasn't sitting at the table, I walked across the room to the bed, where I fell back onto, kicking my shoes off, I propped myself up with my hands, eyeing the newspaper where his head was behind. Suddenly the paper dropped, and I looked down immediately, gazing at the floor, waiting for it.
One . . . two. . .
"Where the hell have you been?!" Three, damn I'm good. I looked up to him, meeting his blazing azure eyes I could tell his eyes were hiding some unknown emotion, could it be concern? Mr. I-have-a-stone-ice-covered- heart caring for little old me? Ha. Wishful thinking on my part. He was now staring at me expectedly. I cocked my head to the side, not breaking my eyes from his.
"Explain to me how that is any of your business?"(A/N: From "The Whole Nine Yards") I asked coolly. His eyes narrowed in anger, more so then they already were, if that's even possible. But hey, it's Squall Leonhart we're talking about, so it probably is. After an extended amount of time glaring at each other, daring the other to speak first; I rolled my eyes, and got up and made my way into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.
As I brushed my teeth in silence, I listened to him setting the paper down, taking his shirt off and chucking it across the room, then laying down on the bed. After I finished brushing my hair, I opened the door, and peeked in, my eyes traveling to the sleeping form on the bed. Realizing too late, because he had already turned off the light, that I was walking toward the table I slammed right into it. I squeaked in pain as the edge of the table dug into my stomach and fell backwards. I lay slightly panting on the floor as I listened to movement in the bed, but he either didn't care, or didn't wake up, I'm counting on the first one. I gently got up from the floor and carefully made my way to the bed, moving my hands around in front of me.
I reached the bed, and carefully lowered myself onto to, trying not to move it and wake the sleeping warrior up. I gathered covers over myself and turned over, facing away from, and gently massaging my aching stomach. I slowly fell asleep to the steady rhythm of his breathing.
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?
Why can't I speak whenever I talk about you?
It's inevitable, it's a fact that were gonna get down to it
So tell me
Third Person
A week passed, and everyday Yuffie was with Guyet, hanging out like friends. She thought she was getting into a friendship, until exactly a week after she met him, the worst possible thing in the entire world happened.
"Can I ask you something, Yuffie?" He asked as they sat at lunch. She looked up from her French fries, and nodded. He gulped, and he almost looked nervous. Okay? She thought to herself, he's acting oddly. He cleared his throat, and locked eyes with her.
"Would you, like to, um, go on a date with me?" Her eyes widened to the point where they were almost sticking out. Whoa there buddy, where the hell did that come from? Her mind demanded. She bit her lip down, and the thought of Squall hating her and never seeing her as anything but a bratty little kid passed through, and she closed her yes briefly. She reopened them to look at him.
"I would love to go out with you." She said with a smile, and then he smiled as well. An hour later, she walked through the bars into the waterway, looking around to make sure it was empty before swimming to the other side. She pulled her self out of the water as thunder boomed over head. She walked over to the far wall and leaned her back against it, then sank down, holding her knees to her chest; she muttered out loud, "What am I doing?"
Why can't I breathe whenever I think about you?
High enough for you to make me wonder, where it's going
High enough for you to pull me under
Something's growing out of this that we can't control
Baby im dying. . .
(A/N: Okay, I really think that ending sucked, but I couldn't think of anything else to do!!! I'll update as soon as I can, thanks for reading, and perty please will you review????)