To Jacqui,

I hate that its so late, 'cause your the bestest ever! Make a voodoo-doll of me and stick multiple pins into it for your revenge!!!

(ouch)

x.o.x.o

"MINE!" He shouted as he ploughed through, tearing Yuffie from Vincents back and throwing her before tossing Vincent over one shoulder and running off into the trees that magically appeared out of nowhere.

The sky was twinkling with bright stars, the moon a pale cresent in the dark sky. Bugs and insects flew over the sky lazily, a few even glowing as they played.

Cloud put Vincent down slowly, blushing so violently that the lipless wind wondered if he would die from bloodloss.

"Can I put it down to a bad reaction to Kawaii Energy?" Vincent inquired, brushing down his dress.

Cloud pondered.

Vincent wondered.

Cloud concidered.

"Well?" The ex-Turk(ey) asked.

Cloud opened his mouth to respond before a loud crash echoed through the forest-thing they were currently in. He hurriedly rushed into the general direction, more to get away from the question then to possably save someone from impending doom. What? He was allowed to be selfish every once in a while, so nyeh!

Running through the un-glowy trees (that were snooty despite their lack of glowie-ness) was quite boring and uneventful, though Vincent tripped over his dress a few more times then his pride was happy with and Clouds hair got stuck in quite a few branches.

Suddenly they burst (or stumbled, as it where) into a random clearing that they just knew the noise came from... somehow...

Cloud pulled the newest victim of his gravity-defying hair free and threw it to the ground. He turned to survey the area, trying to find the cause of the noise.

Vincent was not impressed by the distration of his interrogation. In fact he was rather unimpressed. I know, he sent me hate mail.

The lipless wind suddenly decided to make itself useful (and stop a complete character strike) and it brought the completely odd and random smell of pudding to their attention.

As if that meant something important, the ex-Turkey and the kindaalmostnotreally!ex-SOLDIER ran off in that direction, though when he stubbed his toe on the branch he had preiviously pulled from his oh-so-gravity-defying-hair Cloud kinda looked like he was skipping daintily.

They stopped. Or Cloud did, and his back halted any further motions for his now dazed and confused friend... yes, friend (a pause as Jaffa bursts into loud and unneeded giggling, with bursts of 'YEAH RIGHT!' thrown in for good measure.).

"Not again," Cloud groaned.

"Again?" Vincent asked, as though he wasn't usually the one to know all this before hand, and conveniently choose to open up at the most cliche'd moment.

"There is only one person who I know that eats the flavour of pudding we are smelling," Cloud informed him in a hushed tone, "he's tall and strong and... anohemgeetotalbishie," he trailed off with a cough.

Insert blank looks all around.

"Sephiroth, dah!"

"Ohhhhhhh," the gunman began, then a pause (in which Cloud squirmed), "how do you know what flavour pudding Sephiroth eats?"

"He always tast-" Cloud froze mid sentence, looking up into the conniving ex-Turkey's face.

The many bugs and insects (who were beginning to form an arial movie theatre, complete with mini popcorn) began to ROFL and LTAO (which was both messy and most likely painful) at the blond's brilliant blush.

Then Sephiroth got sick of damn waiting for the friends (jaffa again giggles hysterically) to finish their moment of blush-and-smirk before he burst (in a much more pretty and dramatic way then anyone else could ever pull off) between them and paused poetically.

Vincent hesitated breifly.

Cloud swooned slightly.

Vincent envied much-ly...

Sephiroth remained beautiful, emotionless and somehow angsty.

"OH SH!T NO!" Cloud cursed, still looking oh so bishie despite his T-rating mouth.

Vincent took the oppertunity to sniff the air, "what flavour pudding is it anyway?" he inquired.

"Banana-Cucumber," the blond informed him.

Collective gag, who all but Sephiroth (as he was to beautiful, emotionless and somehow angsty) and Cloud (who had 'tasted' the flavour to many times to not be used to it) hurriedly complied with.

Random popcorn bits flew everywhere as the bugs and insects laughed at there own collective gagging.

Sephiroth remained beautiful, emotionless and somehow angsty.

Vincent looked the anohemgeetotalbishie over, still enving much-ly (because friends always get jealous when there friends 'taste' other anohemgeetotalbishie and the pudding they always eat), and idly asked, "so do you think Jaffa will give us some sissors?"

Despite his slight swoonage, Cloud managed an unbiased and completely true assumption, "even she wouldn't dare defy the Sephiroth-bishie hair thing going on there."

Pouting, Vincent silently agreed.

Silence decided it hated Vincent Valentine, but upon second thought realised he still just really-really-really hated Jaffa for getting it involved.

Sephiroth remained beautiful, emotionless and somehow angsty.

"I have the feeling Jaffa will continue on with this until the day she dies," Cloud confessed dispairingly.

"Why does she torture us so????!?!?!?!?" Vincent cried in a completely OOC moment of complete OMG-ity.

Sephiroth remained beautiful, emotionless and somehow angsty in a really loud and very pointed way.

"Ohhhhhhh," Cloud realised (and looked oh-so-kawaii as he did it).

Vincent raised an eyebrow, and the blond blushed, so the gunman raised another.

"Its about... my reaction to Cait's kawaii energy," he confessed in a completely endearing and fidgity way.

"And that means?" Vincent asked, wishing he had more then two eyebrows.

Sephiroth remained beautiful, emotionless and somehow angsty in a total school-girl eaves-dropper kind of way.

Cloud fidgited some more (and it was adorable) before blurting out," IthinkyourtheabsolutemostprettygorgeousexturkeygunmandudeeverandIwannahaveyourbabiesliekrightnow."

The entire planet collectivelly blinked and rewinded the blond's comment.

Sephiroth was the first to get it, and he broke from his beautiful, emotionless and somehow angsty trance to grow all big-eyed and put on his 'awwwwwwwwwwwww' face (it was weird, but somehow Sephiroth still looked smexy as all hell).

"Huh?" Vincent (who was not as quick as he acted) asked.

"I think your the absolute mose pretty, gorgeous ex-turk-" Cloud began and was interupted by Vincents lips on his own.

"Bishie love," Marlene squealed, having appeared from nowhere, Denzel at her side (and unfortuanately super-glued to her hand in a completely unrelated incident) and Tifa standing behind her.

Sephiroth proceeded to sit down and start writing invitations to the wedding squee-ing something like, "A wedding's even better then a reunion!"

Vincent and Cloud embraced romantically, cliche'd smiles in place.

Then there was a slow but steady pause that overtook the group. They all turned as one, to see.

Tifa standing there... looking beautiful, emotionless and somehow angsty.

... and then (as Jaffa feared the complete strike mere sentences before the ending) she was gone... lets call it 'howtolearnthediffrencebetweenTOTALLYREALLYJUSTPLAYINGHARDTOGETandGAY-ucation' (whip crack)

And Cloud and Vincent lived happily-ever-after... without the bugs and insects and FAAAAR away from the snooty glow-in-the-dark, and just-as-snooty-no-glow-in-the-dark trees.

Yeah...

x.o.x.o

LOVE YOU JACQUI!!! -smooches-

-cries hysterically- the long, and somewhat pointless journey of fun is now over... and I must work on your b-day present now. Mayhaps I can finish it in time for my computer's comeback 3

With love, cookies, and mucho bishie-love-quotes,

Your friend Jaffa

xoxoxo

(and yes, I still demand to be allowed to stalk you)