Since I've noticed that the word disappears everytime I edit, the last exclamation mark is actually supposed to be -ACCHHHOOOOOO- Just thought I'd fill in. And, well, I am daaaaamn sorry for the lateness. But screw THE FORKING E WORD. Exams? SHUT UP.
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WHAT THE ##%!$!~! NOOO, SUCH A PERFECT MOMENT! !#1$^%!#4!$!%$^$3#$#%#$^%&!&%^*%#!#$**%#$% (And some more cusses…) NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
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Okay.
Calm. Down. Yes, calm down…
In with the good air, out with the bad words.
In, out.
Okay. Now then.
WHO THE FUCK SNEEZES AT SUCH A PERFECT MOMENT?
Am I supposed to be sober?
No, now shut up, stay drunk and control your body.
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Vincent was seated on the ground, cross-legged and was staring at Yuffie with the same boring hot sex-
OKAY; GELLOST VINCE, IT'S MY STORY.
Ahem.
-staring at Yuffie with his aloof face, his eyes showing concern. Yuffie NEVER sneezed; she said that it made somebody loose concentration and spoiled her 'cool' as well. So, she'd try her best not to sneeze; except when she got pepper on her nose mistakenly in the WRO mess hall. Which is what I just made up.
And, well, it caused a chain reaction of, well….
Yuffie sneezed and she shot back to bump on some poor scared newbie whose lunch flied through the air and hit some senior who in turn threw his cherry pie and missed terribly, hitting Yuffie, who, as usual, got pissed and took the pot of potato soup from the cook, and sent it flying through the air, inevitably getting it on every single freebie in the mess hall, which was later termed as the 'Never-to-be-mentioned-again Mess-incident.' Innovative, yes?
Vincent had also gotten involved somehow, but, luckily, he hadn't gotten even a spot on his red cape of doom-ness. Fear it, duh. Besides, washing it would have taken it years and its supposed to be hand washed, not machine. Cause well, it's the cape of doom-ness, duh. And it'd be a waste of time if it wasn't for the fact that he wears it all the time. Read it. ALL THE TIME.
Back to plot.
"Yuffie, are you cold?" Vincent asked. Despite that he was drunk and half sober (Not) he still cared for his missions partner and his friend and possible lov-
Vincent, YOU #$ STOP STARING AT ME WHILE I NARRATE! I'M THE GOD DAMN WRITER; I SAY WHAT HAPPENS IN THIS GOD FORSAKEN STORY.
AHEEEEM.
-Yes. Vincent the emo clown-with-pointy-shoes has accepted the fact that Yuffie is his friend.
What a #%$$^ shock.
He realized it long back, and when he did, he realized what the alien feeling was as well. He couldn't accept; he just couldn't. He was just so torn up from before, and even though it didn't hurt anymore, he still just couldn't. Because he wasn't ready to face the dance; he wasn't ready for anything like that. So, as a loyal friend and companion and 'bestie' as Yuffie has put it, he watched out for her, keeping her safe and away from harm.
Well, not the harm from Tifa's, because he didn't like being a obstacle to the martial artist. And all obstacles are removed rather roughly in her path, if you catch my drift.
And so, he stayed quiet, he watched, he gazed, he stayed like the friend he's supposed to be. And he hoped that one day, Yuffie would see his love.
Vincent already gave way too many hints and Yuffie still hasn't picked up any. Even Cloud talks to him about it. And Tifa. Why Tifa, he still has no idea. But maybe it has to do with the fact that her situation is kinda the same as Vincent's, only that the genders are the opposite. How Tifa puts up with Cloud's density shall always remain a mystery of the world.
"No, Vinnie, I'm good." And then, Yuffie raised herself and tipsy toed to the center of the basement, where a patch of moonlight sparkled. She tippy toed again and then turned around like a ballerina and then she settled her feet down rather clumsily, grinning as she wobbled a bit from the alcohol.
The moonlight shone on her, her flawless porcelain skin glowing. She looked like a shorts-wearing angel in the moon-light.
Vincent, then realized, that no matter how much clueless Yuffie was in the basement, drunk or not, she would go out of the hell hole knowing the fact that Vincent does love her. And by god, even if Vincent would become scarred by it, his drunken mind would still never care. Because he loves Yuffie and that is finalized.
LUCRECIA YOU MAN-BITCH; TAKE A HIKE! BWAHAHAHAHAH!
So Vincent stood up from his position on the floor, and then walked over to where Yuffie was, managing not to look so much drunk. Perhaps his newfound hope was making him sober, or the fear that Yuffie might refuse his love, but either way, with each step his resolve strengthened further and further. Or, he might probably just be getting more and more drunk to actual confess it to her.
And when he stood directly in front of her, he dared to stare into her gleaming choco eyes.
"Vinnie…" Yuffie said, her eyes somewhat hopeful.
She was his sunshine. She was all that he needed. She was that missing piece to his puzzle. She was life to him.
Yuffie was what he had been searching in his life.
And then, thinking how much corny it was, he kissed her for the second time.
Just a simple peck.
Which turned out into a make-out session for 5 minutes.
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"Cloud…"
"Yes Teef?"
"You think it was alright to do that to them…? I mean, sure Yuffie's a bit dense when it comes to her, but don't you think locking them up is a bit too harsh…?"
"Of course not, Teef."
"Oh. But I still feel guilty…. She'll think we were being nosy or something…"
"Oh Tifa…. Sometimes, relations need a kick on the rear to get them started. And, think of it as revenge for all the times she pranked us."
"OH. Okay."
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That seemed...short.
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Inform if any mistakes. And yes, I shall beg for love, because right now, I'm going through stress because this guy (I like) is gonna propose me. That also right before exams. What joy. Kill my creator for it, but for now, just shoot me.
Again inform of any mistakes cause FF apparently is rubbing out half of my letters. .
Lol, that sounded weird. Shut up.