Love is a Funny Word
Chapter Six: Is this real?
Disclaimer: I don't own them, Disney does, and Deplora owns Maradei's, and I own my OC's.
(A/N: Heyo everybody! Im back! In this chapter, Yuffie has a strange dream, that confuses the hell out of her, and so is Squall. Read on readers!)
(First Person, the person for me to know, and you to find out!)
As I take a small step, I can fell soft grass beneath my bare feet. As I walk I can feel a light material swishing around my legs. My hair no longer tickles my chin, but flows down my back like a calm waterfall. A gust of wind hits me, filling my senses with lilac; I open my eyes and gasp. I'm standing in a vast field of long green grass. Here and there you see big oak trees, their flowers bright purple and pink. Giant lilac bushes, reaching toward the sky; and the wind blowing scented pedals in my face and hair. I tilt my head back to look at the sky, to find fluffy bluish clouds against a velvety black sky, although it seems to still be bright. I bring my head down, and my eyes widen. My tank top and kaki shorts are gone; replaced with a long flowing, lavender gown, that's so light, I can barely feel it. Suddenly, the wind picks up, pushing my long ebony tresses behind me. Soon my hair is whipping around my head and face. Struggling to keep my balance, I flail my arms around, but it doesn't appear to matter. I find myself on my back, so I raise my body to a sitting position, with my arms behind me, keeping me up against the growing wind.
A cloud appears before me, about half the size of the hotel. It's grayish-black on the outside rim; but the inside doesn't look real at all. It almost looks like a fuzzy TV screen. I squint my eyes against the wind, as pictures began flicking past so fast I can't tell what they are. The cloud screen gets brighter as thunder booms loudly and it gets darker around me. The rain begins as a picture pops up on the screen, I squint my eyes more, but the picture is too fuzzy. Suddenly the th-
-under roared as I open my eyes. As my shallow breathing slows down, I sit up in the bed; looking around the pitch black room. Lightning flashed, illuminating the room partially, enough to see Squall sleeping soundly next to me. Sighing, I run a hand through my tousled locks. The dream still fresh in my mind. Knowing now, I'll never get back to sleep; I walk over to the window after glancing at the alarm clock, 1:27. Sighing, I rest my forehead on the cold window, closing my eyes; and letting the sound of the rain sooth my cluttered thoughts. I hear movement behind me; I've woken up Squall. This could get awkward. I haven't spoken to him since the whole "pillow" incident. I made my way back to the hotel late last night. So he was already asleep. I strain my ears, as he sits up, throwing the blankets off of him. I slowly open my eyes, to be staring into another pair of eyes as lightning cracks. Screeching, I throw myself away from the window, falling flat on my back. Panting, I cover my eyes with my left hand. I listen to Squall get up, but he doesn't walk towards me, he sounds like he's walking over to the window.
I let my hand drop down from my face, and sit up, using my hands to prop me up. He's looking out the window. Apparently he sees nothing with the slight shrug of his shoulders. Slowly, he turns around; and stares at me like I've gone crazy. I immediately narrow my eyes.
"What was that all about?" He asks in a quiet voice, it is the middle of the night you know. Don't tell him don't tell him, do- "I saw something in the window." Dolt! Looks like my head lost that one. Look at the look on his face, if I tell him what I saw, he won't believe me.
"And, what did you see?" He doesn't believe me, I can tell from the tone of his voice.
"Like I'm going to tell you!" I retort angrily. He raises an eyebrow, but the rest of his face stays expressionless, as always.
"I didn't really want to know anyways!" He hisses, anger blazing in his azure eyes.
"Then why'd you even ask me? I didn't know you even cared!" I practically yell at him, trying to keep my voice from rising to much.
"I don't!" He stated in a cold, harsh voice, a voice I've never heard him use before, and it cut at my heart, ripping it to shreds. I cast my eyes downward. My features softened.
"I'm going back to bed," I murmur, so quietly I doubt he heard it. Cradling my still bruised arm, where the cut used to be, since I hit it on the ground as I fell back. I made my silent way over to the bed, still not looking at him, and laid down, hoping to fall back asleep.
(Leon's POV)
Why the hell did I just say that? Of course I care Goddammit! I love her! Then why do I act the way I do? Simple, she doesn't feel the same about me. How could she? After everything I've done to her, she still manages to smile at me, and cling to me. Until that Guyet fellow showed up. I really don't know, or can't figure out what she sees in him! And Aerith told me she's going out with this freak! For some odd reason, I don't trust him. Sighing, I run a hand through my hair, and made way across the room to the bed, where the woman I love is sleeping. And I can't help but keep thinking as I lower myself onto the mattress, facing her as a few strands of ebony hair hang down in her face, that she'll never know how I feel.
(Third Person)
Aerith looked up from her book as Yuffie dragged her self into the Red room. There's bag's apparent under her eyes, and is still wearing her PJ's; it looks as if she hasn't slept in hours. Its only 9:00 in the morning.
"How, much sleep did you get last night?" Yuffie plopped down on the couch, and sighed deeply. She ran a small hand through her hair, staring out the window into the pouring rain.
"I've been up since about 1:30." She said in a flat, quiet voice. Aerith's eyes drew wide considerably; as she walked over to Yuffie, and sat down next to her. Yuffie didn't acknowledge her presence; instead she continued staring out of the window.
"Yuffie honey, you need to get some sleep before you date, you don't wan-"Yuffie sat up quickly, eyes wide.
"My date," she repeated in a monotonous tone. "I don't think I'll go." She murmured, falling back against the dark green couch cushion.
"You have to go!" Aerith exclaimed, turning back to her. "You can't just blow him off!" Yuffie shook her head stubbornly. "No!" she sighed deeply.
"I shouldn't have agreed in the first place!" They both sat in silence for about ten minutes. When finally Yuffie spoke.
"I can't Aerith," She said softly, "Squa-"She started, but was cut off by an aggravated Aerith.
"Squall! Stop thinking about Squall!" By now Aerith was standing up with her arms in the air. Yuffie, whose getting angry, stood up, her hands clenched into tight fists. Standing up as well, Yuffie counted to five, before speaking in a calm voice.
"Okay, I'll go on the date, because you won't let up until I do, but I can't stop thinking about Squall." She finished, getting a faraway look in her eyes, clouded by unhappiness, making Aerith frown. And before she could apologize and tell her she shouldn't be pressuring her into going on the date; Yuffie spoke again.
"I love him too damn much." She whispered, and then sprinted out of the room. Aerith sighed, sitting back down on the couch.
"Looks like I'll be chatting with Leon soon"
Yuffie sighed deeply, tossing the faded out tennis ball across the alley to the wall, where it bounced, hit the wall, back to the ground. Then it hit a rock, and bounced away from her. Sighing, she slowly lifted her self up, mostly using the wall behind her; having little energy. She followed the small green ball behind a dumpster; bending to pick the ball up, she froze as the ringing of a telephone reached her ears. She slowly stood straight up, listening to see who'll answer it.
"Hello?" A deep voice asked huskily. Yuffie listened as there was a pause.
"No, I'm going to need someone else . . . no, you don't understand." He paused, so Yuffie crept up to the window to hear better. She strained her ears as she heard a couple of short "Hm's" and "A huh's?" After that she heard footsteps disappearing, along with the voice. Sighing, she stayed still, waiting for the distant voice to come back, but after ten minutes, she gave up.
Standing, after grabbing her tennis ball, she exited the alley, and began to walk back to the hotel, but remembering that Squall would be there, she decided to sit on top of the Gizmo Shop.
Completely forgetting about her date, she slowly fell asleep, the tennis ball broke free from the weakening grasp of her hand, to slowly roll down the roof, and finally it soundlessly fell to the ground below. Much like her heart.
"Should I tell him she loves him? Or, is that a little too much information?" Cloud sighed.
"No, don't tell him, yet. All you need to tell him is that she needs him right now." Aerith nodded. She stopped pacing to sit down next to Cloud on their bed in the Red Room. He gently took her hand in his.
"You'll do fine; just don't tell him she loves him." She nodded again, confused as to her nervousness. Standing up slowly, she walked over to the Green Room's door, and knocked.
Leon picked his head up, staring at the door. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he mumbled 'Come in'. Aerith peeked her head in, with a smile on her face, but it faltered as she saw the expression on his face. It looked like confusion, marred with sadness.
Taking a look around the room she realized Yuffie wasn't here. She glanced down at her watch, and her date is in an hour.
"Do you know where Yuffie is?" Leon nodded no slowly. Sighing, she walked over and sad down next to him on the bed. Silence. Clearing her throat, she turned to him; suddenly angry. He turned to her with wide eyes.
"What?" She stood up, standing in front of him with her hands planted on her hips.
"HOW CAN YOU TREAT HER LIKE THAT? DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT DOES TO HER? EVERY TIME YOU BLOW HER OFF! OR CALL HER SOME RUDE ASS NAME!" She ranted on, with Leon calmly listening. After about ten minutes, she stopped; breathing hard. Seeing his calm and apparently uncaring state, she threw her arms up in the air with disgust.
"You don't even care do you?" He closed is eyes, shaking his head. She sighed, running a hand though her long hair.
"What were you thinking about I came in, yelling at you?" She added with a blush. He opened his eyes to stare out the window to he pouring rain; an nameless emotion present in his eyes. She didn't know what it was, but it scared her.
"Yuffie." He whispered.
[12:33PM]
Thunder echoed loudly, rattling the balcony doors. Rolling over, I remembered that Yuffie hadn't come back yet. Sitting up right as lightning flashed, revealing the dark room, I ran a hand through my hair. Falling back against the mattress, sleep not willing to come, I continue to listening to the rain outside. It's actually quite calming. Thunder boomed, thump, crash. Sitting up, I watched as a figure appeared on the balcony, limping. Squinting through the pouring rain, I suddenly recognized who it is, Yuffie.
She got the door open, and limped through, gently closing the door behind her. Losing her balance, she quickly grabbed onto the wall. Lightning flashed, revealing a bloody gash along her cheek, scratches down her arms and legs, and a very bloody left foot. What the hell? Standing up, I quietly walked over to her. She looked up to me, and some unfamiliar emotion flashed through her eyes. Anyways, she must not have seen me, because she screeched and fell back. I quickly leaned over and wrapped both of my arms around her waist, then pulled her up. Now she's right up against me. Why isn't she moving? I glance down to see both her hands grasping my arms; one which has a large gash. Clearing my throat, I gently move away, and she slowly moves her hands off me.
Walking over to the drawer, I start pulling out the first aid kit; I can hear her wobbling over to the lone chair by the table. The other chair was broken recently by Cloud and his big, clumsy feet; two words, tripped, over. I turned around to see her rolling her sock down, what's left of it anyway, and gently trying to get it past her badly hurt foot, it wasn't working.
She would get close to it, then the pain would take over, and she would wince and stop. Not being able to watch her in pain, I walked over and knelt in front of her. She stared at me like I'm crazy, but I ignore her as I pull a pocket knife out of my back pocket. Flipping it open, I reach forward, and gently pull the bloody sock, where it was ripping, away from her leg, and slowly cut it off.
Hearing her sigh, I gently remove the bloody, torn sock from around her leg, and drop it to the floor. I start cleaning off her foot, that doesn't look good. Clearing my throat at the exact same time thunder booms, I look up to her.
"What happened?" She sighed, as I look back to her foot. I dip the rag into the glass of water that bad been conveniently sitting on the table, and wash some more blood off, to reveal a large, deep gash.
"I was ambushed by heartless, surprise surprise," she added mordantly, "and I lost, terribly." A green light appeared above me, and I looked up to see her healing the gash on her cheek, and then her arm, but I knew for a fact, that she does not have the strength to cure her foot. Wait, how did she hurt her foot exactly?
Finishing up washing her foot, I switched knees; the one I had been kneeling on was falling asleep, then reached for the roll of thick gauze.
"So, I'm guessing you want to have Aerith completely heal this in the morning. It wouldn't do any good to wake her up right now, it's after midnight." I paused, half way done bandaging her foot, and glance up to see her head snap up and stare at the clock in shock.
"It's already midnight?" She muttered to her self. As I looked back down to finish, I heard her speak softly, "Damn, no wonder I'm so fucking tired." Finished, I stand up, and extend my hand to help her up. Slowly taking it, she stood up, then released it, much to my disappointment, and wobbled over to the bed. Then she scooted over carefully to her 'side'. Clicking the kitchen light off, I walked over, and lay down, careful not to move the bed too much.
I listen to her falling asleep, and sigh contently, listening to the wind pick up, pelting the hammering rain against the window with added force. Rolling over, my last sight was Yuffie's face before I fell asleep.
(A/N: Oh my god that sucked! I'm so sorry, anywho. I will get crackin on the next chappie, with what I written so far, and get it posted as soon as possible! Review please! I do except flamers!)
Chapter Six: Is this real?
Disclaimer: I don't own them, Disney does, and Deplora owns Maradei's, and I own my OC's.
(A/N: Heyo everybody! Im back! In this chapter, Yuffie has a strange dream, that confuses the hell out of her, and so is Squall. Read on readers!)
(First Person, the person for me to know, and you to find out!)
As I take a small step, I can fell soft grass beneath my bare feet. As I walk I can feel a light material swishing around my legs. My hair no longer tickles my chin, but flows down my back like a calm waterfall. A gust of wind hits me, filling my senses with lilac; I open my eyes and gasp. I'm standing in a vast field of long green grass. Here and there you see big oak trees, their flowers bright purple and pink. Giant lilac bushes, reaching toward the sky; and the wind blowing scented pedals in my face and hair. I tilt my head back to look at the sky, to find fluffy bluish clouds against a velvety black sky, although it seems to still be bright. I bring my head down, and my eyes widen. My tank top and kaki shorts are gone; replaced with a long flowing, lavender gown, that's so light, I can barely feel it. Suddenly, the wind picks up, pushing my long ebony tresses behind me. Soon my hair is whipping around my head and face. Struggling to keep my balance, I flail my arms around, but it doesn't appear to matter. I find myself on my back, so I raise my body to a sitting position, with my arms behind me, keeping me up against the growing wind.
A cloud appears before me, about half the size of the hotel. It's grayish-black on the outside rim; but the inside doesn't look real at all. It almost looks like a fuzzy TV screen. I squint my eyes against the wind, as pictures began flicking past so fast I can't tell what they are. The cloud screen gets brighter as thunder booms loudly and it gets darker around me. The rain begins as a picture pops up on the screen, I squint my eyes more, but the picture is too fuzzy. Suddenly the th-
-under roared as I open my eyes. As my shallow breathing slows down, I sit up in the bed; looking around the pitch black room. Lightning flashed, illuminating the room partially, enough to see Squall sleeping soundly next to me. Sighing, I run a hand through my tousled locks. The dream still fresh in my mind. Knowing now, I'll never get back to sleep; I walk over to the window after glancing at the alarm clock, 1:27. Sighing, I rest my forehead on the cold window, closing my eyes; and letting the sound of the rain sooth my cluttered thoughts. I hear movement behind me; I've woken up Squall. This could get awkward. I haven't spoken to him since the whole "pillow" incident. I made my way back to the hotel late last night. So he was already asleep. I strain my ears, as he sits up, throwing the blankets off of him. I slowly open my eyes, to be staring into another pair of eyes as lightning cracks. Screeching, I throw myself away from the window, falling flat on my back. Panting, I cover my eyes with my left hand. I listen to Squall get up, but he doesn't walk towards me, he sounds like he's walking over to the window.
I let my hand drop down from my face, and sit up, using my hands to prop me up. He's looking out the window. Apparently he sees nothing with the slight shrug of his shoulders. Slowly, he turns around; and stares at me like I've gone crazy. I immediately narrow my eyes.
"What was that all about?" He asks in a quiet voice, it is the middle of the night you know. Don't tell him don't tell him, do- "I saw something in the window." Dolt! Looks like my head lost that one. Look at the look on his face, if I tell him what I saw, he won't believe me.
"And, what did you see?" He doesn't believe me, I can tell from the tone of his voice.
"Like I'm going to tell you!" I retort angrily. He raises an eyebrow, but the rest of his face stays expressionless, as always.
"I didn't really want to know anyways!" He hisses, anger blazing in his azure eyes.
"Then why'd you even ask me? I didn't know you even cared!" I practically yell at him, trying to keep my voice from rising to much.
"I don't!" He stated in a cold, harsh voice, a voice I've never heard him use before, and it cut at my heart, ripping it to shreds. I cast my eyes downward. My features softened.
"I'm going back to bed," I murmur, so quietly I doubt he heard it. Cradling my still bruised arm, where the cut used to be, since I hit it on the ground as I fell back. I made my silent way over to the bed, still not looking at him, and laid down, hoping to fall back asleep.
(Leon's POV)
Why the hell did I just say that? Of course I care Goddammit! I love her! Then why do I act the way I do? Simple, she doesn't feel the same about me. How could she? After everything I've done to her, she still manages to smile at me, and cling to me. Until that Guyet fellow showed up. I really don't know, or can't figure out what she sees in him! And Aerith told me she's going out with this freak! For some odd reason, I don't trust him. Sighing, I run a hand through my hair, and made way across the room to the bed, where the woman I love is sleeping. And I can't help but keep thinking as I lower myself onto the mattress, facing her as a few strands of ebony hair hang down in her face, that she'll never know how I feel.
(Third Person)
Aerith looked up from her book as Yuffie dragged her self into the Red room. There's bag's apparent under her eyes, and is still wearing her PJ's; it looks as if she hasn't slept in hours. Its only 9:00 in the morning.
"How, much sleep did you get last night?" Yuffie plopped down on the couch, and sighed deeply. She ran a small hand through her hair, staring out the window into the pouring rain.
"I've been up since about 1:30." She said in a flat, quiet voice. Aerith's eyes drew wide considerably; as she walked over to Yuffie, and sat down next to her. Yuffie didn't acknowledge her presence; instead she continued staring out of the window.
"Yuffie honey, you need to get some sleep before you date, you don't wan-"Yuffie sat up quickly, eyes wide.
"My date," she repeated in a monotonous tone. "I don't think I'll go." She murmured, falling back against the dark green couch cushion.
"You have to go!" Aerith exclaimed, turning back to her. "You can't just blow him off!" Yuffie shook her head stubbornly. "No!" she sighed deeply.
"I shouldn't have agreed in the first place!" They both sat in silence for about ten minutes. When finally Yuffie spoke.
"I can't Aerith," She said softly, "Squa-"She started, but was cut off by an aggravated Aerith.
"Squall! Stop thinking about Squall!" By now Aerith was standing up with her arms in the air. Yuffie, whose getting angry, stood up, her hands clenched into tight fists. Standing up as well, Yuffie counted to five, before speaking in a calm voice.
"Okay, I'll go on the date, because you won't let up until I do, but I can't stop thinking about Squall." She finished, getting a faraway look in her eyes, clouded by unhappiness, making Aerith frown. And before she could apologize and tell her she shouldn't be pressuring her into going on the date; Yuffie spoke again.
"I love him too damn much." She whispered, and then sprinted out of the room. Aerith sighed, sitting back down on the couch.
"Looks like I'll be chatting with Leon soon"
Yuffie sighed deeply, tossing the faded out tennis ball across the alley to the wall, where it bounced, hit the wall, back to the ground. Then it hit a rock, and bounced away from her. Sighing, she slowly lifted her self up, mostly using the wall behind her; having little energy. She followed the small green ball behind a dumpster; bending to pick the ball up, she froze as the ringing of a telephone reached her ears. She slowly stood straight up, listening to see who'll answer it.
"Hello?" A deep voice asked huskily. Yuffie listened as there was a pause.
"No, I'm going to need someone else . . . no, you don't understand." He paused, so Yuffie crept up to the window to hear better. She strained her ears as she heard a couple of short "Hm's" and "A huh's?" After that she heard footsteps disappearing, along with the voice. Sighing, she stayed still, waiting for the distant voice to come back, but after ten minutes, she gave up.
Standing, after grabbing her tennis ball, she exited the alley, and began to walk back to the hotel, but remembering that Squall would be there, she decided to sit on top of the Gizmo Shop.
Completely forgetting about her date, she slowly fell asleep, the tennis ball broke free from the weakening grasp of her hand, to slowly roll down the roof, and finally it soundlessly fell to the ground below. Much like her heart.
"Should I tell him she loves him? Or, is that a little too much information?" Cloud sighed.
"No, don't tell him, yet. All you need to tell him is that she needs him right now." Aerith nodded. She stopped pacing to sit down next to Cloud on their bed in the Red Room. He gently took her hand in his.
"You'll do fine; just don't tell him she loves him." She nodded again, confused as to her nervousness. Standing up slowly, she walked over to the Green Room's door, and knocked.
Leon picked his head up, staring at the door. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he mumbled 'Come in'. Aerith peeked her head in, with a smile on her face, but it faltered as she saw the expression on his face. It looked like confusion, marred with sadness.
Taking a look around the room she realized Yuffie wasn't here. She glanced down at her watch, and her date is in an hour.
"Do you know where Yuffie is?" Leon nodded no slowly. Sighing, she walked over and sad down next to him on the bed. Silence. Clearing her throat, she turned to him; suddenly angry. He turned to her with wide eyes.
"What?" She stood up, standing in front of him with her hands planted on her hips.
"HOW CAN YOU TREAT HER LIKE THAT? DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT DOES TO HER? EVERY TIME YOU BLOW HER OFF! OR CALL HER SOME RUDE ASS NAME!" She ranted on, with Leon calmly listening. After about ten minutes, she stopped; breathing hard. Seeing his calm and apparently uncaring state, she threw her arms up in the air with disgust.
"You don't even care do you?" He closed is eyes, shaking his head. She sighed, running a hand though her long hair.
"What were you thinking about I came in, yelling at you?" She added with a blush. He opened his eyes to stare out the window to he pouring rain; an nameless emotion present in his eyes. She didn't know what it was, but it scared her.
"Yuffie." He whispered.
[12:33PM]
Thunder echoed loudly, rattling the balcony doors. Rolling over, I remembered that Yuffie hadn't come back yet. Sitting up right as lightning flashed, revealing the dark room, I ran a hand through my hair. Falling back against the mattress, sleep not willing to come, I continue to listening to the rain outside. It's actually quite calming. Thunder boomed, thump, crash. Sitting up, I watched as a figure appeared on the balcony, limping. Squinting through the pouring rain, I suddenly recognized who it is, Yuffie.
She got the door open, and limped through, gently closing the door behind her. Losing her balance, she quickly grabbed onto the wall. Lightning flashed, revealing a bloody gash along her cheek, scratches down her arms and legs, and a very bloody left foot. What the hell? Standing up, I quietly walked over to her. She looked up to me, and some unfamiliar emotion flashed through her eyes. Anyways, she must not have seen me, because she screeched and fell back. I quickly leaned over and wrapped both of my arms around her waist, then pulled her up. Now she's right up against me. Why isn't she moving? I glance down to see both her hands grasping my arms; one which has a large gash. Clearing my throat, I gently move away, and she slowly moves her hands off me.
Walking over to the drawer, I start pulling out the first aid kit; I can hear her wobbling over to the lone chair by the table. The other chair was broken recently by Cloud and his big, clumsy feet; two words, tripped, over. I turned around to see her rolling her sock down, what's left of it anyway, and gently trying to get it past her badly hurt foot, it wasn't working.
She would get close to it, then the pain would take over, and she would wince and stop. Not being able to watch her in pain, I walked over and knelt in front of her. She stared at me like I'm crazy, but I ignore her as I pull a pocket knife out of my back pocket. Flipping it open, I reach forward, and gently pull the bloody sock, where it was ripping, away from her leg, and slowly cut it off.
Hearing her sigh, I gently remove the bloody, torn sock from around her leg, and drop it to the floor. I start cleaning off her foot, that doesn't look good. Clearing my throat at the exact same time thunder booms, I look up to her.
"What happened?" She sighed, as I look back to her foot. I dip the rag into the glass of water that bad been conveniently sitting on the table, and wash some more blood off, to reveal a large, deep gash.
"I was ambushed by heartless, surprise surprise," she added mordantly, "and I lost, terribly." A green light appeared above me, and I looked up to see her healing the gash on her cheek, and then her arm, but I knew for a fact, that she does not have the strength to cure her foot. Wait, how did she hurt her foot exactly?
Finishing up washing her foot, I switched knees; the one I had been kneeling on was falling asleep, then reached for the roll of thick gauze.
"So, I'm guessing you want to have Aerith completely heal this in the morning. It wouldn't do any good to wake her up right now, it's after midnight." I paused, half way done bandaging her foot, and glance up to see her head snap up and stare at the clock in shock.
"It's already midnight?" She muttered to her self. As I looked back down to finish, I heard her speak softly, "Damn, no wonder I'm so fucking tired." Finished, I stand up, and extend my hand to help her up. Slowly taking it, she stood up, then released it, much to my disappointment, and wobbled over to the bed. Then she scooted over carefully to her 'side'. Clicking the kitchen light off, I walked over, and lay down, careful not to move the bed too much.
I listen to her falling asleep, and sigh contently, listening to the wind pick up, pelting the hammering rain against the window with added force. Rolling over, my last sight was Yuffie's face before I fell asleep.
(A/N: Oh my god that sucked! I'm so sorry, anywho. I will get crackin on the next chappie, with what I written so far, and get it posted as soon as possible! Review please! I do except flamers!)