"Let's watch a movie!" Yuffie squealed. She flipped over the back of the couch, rolling onto her side. Jezebel leapt up, resting atop the back cushions and stretched out. Yuffie mimicked her, though the ninja made it look so natural that one might think the cat had copied her.
"What do you want to watch, legs?" Reno asked, popping the top off a bottle of beer and flopping down to the left of her.
"What did you just call me?" Yuffie asked slowly. Reno shrugged and raked his eyes up her body.
"You got nice legs," he pointed out nonchalantly.
"Watch yourself, Reno. I have to keep her safe; Tseng didn't say anything about your health," Elena warned. She came out of her bedroom in casual lounge clothes. She took a seat next to Yuffie, tucking her feet under her. Reno surveyed her as well, ignoring Yuffie as she made a face at him. He clucked his tongue in mock disappointment.
"That's not very professional work-wear, Laney," he chastised. Elena stuck her tongue out at him.
"We're in a secure safe house. I've activated the motion detectors and the cameras. Readily accessible firearms are in each room." She listed the precautions that had been taken, ticking them off on the fingers of her well manicured hand. "All that aside, this is hardly a job that requires a suit to be worn at every moment. We're well hidden and armed to the teeth."
"And you've got the greatest ninja princess in the world here, with her ultra sharp ninja princess senses. And Jezebel," Yuffie added, tickling her cat's paw. She stretched and nudged Reno's leg with her foot. "Relax, old man. Your precious, b-e-a-utiful charge is safe, nyuk, nyuk, nyuk." Reno stared at them listlessly.
"You women have no concept of sarcasm, do you?" he wondered. Elena hurled a pillow at him.
"Of course we do. Except that it wouldn't be outside of your Shithead Scale to blow it out of proportion just to try and get me in trouble," she accused. Yuffie cackled.
"This is going to be like the co-ed sleepover that Vinnie and the others never agreed to," she cheered. She twisted to her feet and planted her fists on her hips. "All right, my turkey roommates. What kinda movie are we gonna watch? Let it not be said that your princess is ungracious!" she declared, holding her head high. "We'll vote, majority rules!" She pointed to Reno. "Ginger slave, what say you?"
"He says he's not a slave, and that he wants to see a bad horror movie," he said.
"The lovely lady?" Yuffie questioned, turning to Elena. They both ignored Reno's whining that he was lovely, too.
"A mystery film!" she said.
"And what about you, midget?" Reno asked. Yuffie puckered her lips in thought for a moment, then tossed Elena an apologetic look.
"Sorry, 'Lena, but I'm a sucker for bad horror movies." She searched through the DVD cabinets, her tongue caught between her teeth in concentration. She finally picked one out and spun around, showing it to them. "How about 'The Gingerdead Man'?"
Elena's eyebrow quirked up, but she shrugged. Opposite her, Reno's face lit up and he fidgeted like a kid waiting for a new toy. Yuffie did a little happy dance as she spun back around and pressed every button she could see until she got everything working. She skipped back to the couch and flipped the remote into Reno's lap.
"Full speed ahead!" she whooped.
Throughout the movie, Elena found herself fighting not to groan at the absurdity of it. Reno and Yuffie, on the other hand, were howling with laughter through the whole thing. Every time someone was shoved into an oven, Yuffie would shout, "Who's hungry?" and Reno would throw his hand in the air, waving excessively. Despite their manic cackling, Elena managed to fall asleep. Loathe to wake her up after the movie, but not quite ready for sleep themselves, Reno and Yuffie crept into the kitchen. Reno helped himself to another beer, and Yuffie made herself some hot chocolate, piling extra tiny marshmallows on top.
"How long d'ya think you have to be my prison warden for?" she asked, her chilled fingers wrapping gratefully around the warm mug. She knew winter was quickly approaching, but she didn't realize how cold it would be underground.
"Dunno, princcess," he drawled, shrugging. Could be till tomorrow, could be a coupl'a months." He pointed at her with the neck of his beer bottle. "But now that you're safe, Godo and Shinra can really deliver the whoop-ass. It shouldn't be long before we start cracking some Bones," he said. He grinned, but his eyes held a dark glimmer that had Yuffie suppressing a shiver.
"Man, just when we're starting to clean up your mess, this load of chocopoop falls on us," she grumbled. A moment passed and when Reno remained silent, she looked up at him. The normally cheerful redhead had adopted a sullen mask and was staring at his beer bottle as if it held all the answers he was looking for.
"We're tryin', yanno," he muttered. "It ain't easy. Everyone still generally hates Shinra and everyone who worked for him. It's hard to make forward progress when no'ne'll let us stand up." His voice was quiet; he picked at the soggy paper label on his beer bottle, his blue-green eyes guarded. His lips quirked up and a self-deprecating chuckle worked its way out of his throat. Yuffie's face fell and she felt guilty, an emotion she wasn't very accustomed to.
"I didn't mean… Oh, hell," she groaned.
"I figured… that's why I didn't complain much when Tseng sprung this job on me last night. I guess I saw-"
"If I didn't trust you at least a little, I wouldn't have come here willingly. And if you'd knocked me out, I'd have escaped by now," she said confidently. Reno looked up at her, the spark returning to his eyes. She was relieved that he didn't look like a kicked puppy anymore.
"Just don't let me get shanked by some skeevy gang and I'll put in a good word with the rest of the girl scouts," she said with a wink.
"Talk about Rude's glory and silent charm around Tifa and we'll call it even," the redhead said with a laugh. They made their way back into the living room; Elena had curled up into a tiny ball on the couch, her forehead crinkled in uneasy slumber, and little whimpering noises could be heard. Yuffie watched Reno's expression soften as he strode over to her, long legs bringing him beside the couch quickly. She let out a soft cry as he approached, but this didn't deter him. He bent down and rested gentle fingers on her bare arm.
"Hey, Laney," he whispered, his voice surprisingly gentle. He slipped an arm beneath her shoulders and another in the crook of her knees, picking her up as easily as if she were filled with air. He adjusted his grip on her, tilting her gently so that she rocked back against his chest. She curled into him, twisting his wrinkled white shirt between her fingers.
Reno carried her back to her bedroom, which was on the right of Yuffie's. He bumped open the door with his hip and walked in. The lamp on the nightstand was on its lowest setting, casting a dim, yellow warmth across the room. Yuffie slipped past him and drew the blankets back, and the redhead set Elena in bed gently, resting her head on the pillows. When he tried to pull away, her brow crinkled again and she clung to him tighter. Without so much as batting an eyelash, Reno climbed into bed with her, propping himself against the headboard and crossing his ankles. Yuffie sat down gingerly at the end of the bed, doing her ninja best to leave Elena undisturbed.
"Does she get like this often?" Yuffie asked, her voice barely a whisper.
"Not s'much anymore. Those wannabe Sephiroth punks really did a number on her," he answered, frowning.
"At the Northern Crater," she murmured. Vincent had recounted his tale to her, after she had cornered him and dragged him onto the roof of Seventh Heaven.
"She took a beating, apparently. Dumb kid; every time they went near Tseng, she screamed till they turned to her." His long fingers absently played with the slumbering Turk's fine blond hair.
"She's got a crush on him, doesn't she?"
"Not for a while now," he replied. "I didn't believe her when she told me, but she's okay. She's even friendly with the chick he's into now. Some girl that runs a tea shop in Little Wutai."
"So then why take all his hits?" the ninja asked.
"Prob'ly the same reason I would. We're just grunts. Tseng's a tactical genius, a prodigy. We can be replaced a lot easier than he can." His tone was grim and he paused for a moment. Then he sighed and glanced down at Elena. "She's been doing a lot better, though. At first, she'd come in some days looking like choco-shit, 'n she never looks bad." His lips twitched up just slightly, and Yuffie found herself smiling a little, too. "Laney's too pretty to look bad. But she was showin' up in a bad way more and more often. Even Rufus started to notice. I've never seen him or Tseng more concerned for someone." His face split into a grin. "It was actually pretty funny watchin' those two - you'd swear sometimes they're brothers, except for, yanno, Tseng's from Wutai and Rufus is a skinny white boy. But they had the same look on their faces one day when they were lookin' at her.
"Then she came in one day a coupl'a months ago and it was like… I dunno, like all that bad shit was erased. When I asked her about it, she jus' turned red and told me she'd done 'soul-searching' or some yoga bullshit like that." Yuffie brightened.
"Think it's a guy?" she asked eagerly.
"Gotta be, don't it? But she's keepin' those pretty lips of hers shut up tighter than the vampire's coffin. And that ain't cool, yo," he added unhappily.
"Girls are allowed to keep secrets," Yuffie huffed.
"Not when you're a Turk. We gotta make sure this jerk knows what'll happen if she comes back in a mess again," he said, his voice low and protective. Yuffie rolled her eyes.
"Did you threaten Tseng's new girlfriend like that?" she countered. Reno didn't answer immediately. He gently pried Elena's fingers from his shirt, relief flickering on his face when she remained silent and peaceful. He eased himself off of her bed, then turned to grin at Yuffie.
"Hell no. They'd have never found our bodies if we did that to her," he admitted. He reached over and tapped the flat black disc next to the lamp until the light was extinguished. Yuffie clucked her tongue at him and 'mhm'd' as they made their way out of Elena's bedroom, quietly shutting the door behind them.
"Yanno, turkey, for all your nacho-macho, drunk, tough-guy hitman crap, you're actually a big ol' softie," the ninja teased.
"Shaddup," he muttered, completely without conviction. "She's family, yo." Much softer, much more fond. Yuffie cast a sidelong glance at the supposedly cold blooded, emotionless Turk. In that moment, he didn't seem capable of pushing the button that brought down the plate on the Sector Seven slums, or any of the other atrocities he'd been connected to. She thought that maybe people were wrong about him, about the Turks.
"If you've got night terrors too, you can come sleep with me, princess," he drawled salaciously, leering down at her as they stood outside her door. Yuffie made a face.
"I sleep like a baby angel, old man," she informed him. He didnt move away, staring at her with intent, narrow eyes. And then he straightened with a shrug.
"Sure, sure. Oh. Wanted to show ya something," he added calmly. He brushed past her and flipped on the lights in her room. He walked over to the side of the bed without a nightstand and stopped, turning back to her with an expectant look on his face.
"I'm good here," she called, flapping a hand at him. Reno rolled his eyes.
"You don't have to guard your chastity belt, jailbait. It's nothin' like that," he huffed. Yuffie pouted and crossed her arms.
"I'm not jailbait!" she protested waspishly. "I'm twenty-one."
"Yeah, well, you look like a twelve year old boy, and that don't ring my bell. Just get in here," he complained, looking down at he wall. A very sharp, small shuriken whizzed past his cheek and sunk into the wall. His eyes widened and he spun just as Yuffie threw another.
"Where were you keeping those?" he wondered, diving out of the way and avoiding a third and fourth shuriken.
"Boy scout secret!" she seethed. With a yelp, Reno scuttled along the wall adjacent to Elena's room, avoiding the seeming endless supply of sharp things that Yuffie kept on her person. "Get out! It's past this," she threw another shuriken, "little boy's," and another, "bedtime!" One last shuriken embedded itself in the doorframe and then the Turk was gone. Still fuming, Yuffie whistled once, and Jezebel padded into the room a few seconds later. Then she slammed the door shut, belatedly hoping that it wouldn't wake Elena.
She let out a small scream and stomped her foot. 'Stupid, obnoxious, stupid, stupid, stupid turkey!' she thought angrily to herself. 'And stupid me, thinking he wasn't a complete douchecanoe.' With a frustrated sigh, she set about changing into her sleepwear, which consisted of her underwear and a tank top decorated with an image of a pile of Materia. Her previous scowl softened and her fury ebbed as she withdrew a photo in a matte black frame from her bag.
It was a photo of all of her friends in front of the newly rebuilt Seventh Heaven. She was perched on Vinnie's shoulders; the gunman's face was perpetually impassive, but he had his gloved hand resting on her shin. She was leaning over Cid, dangling his lit cigarette just out of his reach, grinning from ear to ear, her eyes squeezed shut in glee. The pilot's mouth was captured mid-curse and he was pointing a finger at her accusingly. Tifa was staring, a hand clapped over her mouth, half in horror and half in amusement, at Denzel, who had leaned in and kissed Marlene's cheek. The girl's face was scrunched up in a timeless giggle, her cheeks as pink as her bow. Reeve had taken note of the boy's actions and had quickly pulled out his PHS, showing something of zero importance to Barret. Nanaki was staring mournfully at his tail, which was trapped under Barret's foot. And Cloud was in the middle of it all, the only one looking at the camera. A small, serene smile was forever on his face, as if Aeris or Zack were the one taking the photo, not a timer.
It was her favourite photo of all time. Being an intelligent ninja (Cid corrected her, calling her paranoid), she had stashed copies of it all over the world. Yanno, just in case, and she took a copy of it with her wherever she went. She set the photograph on her nightstand, crawled into bed, and wished more than anything that they were here with her.
Yuffie woke unusually early the next morning. She wasn't a morning person by any means, but consciousness was preferable over the nightmares she kept having. She wiggled into a pair of lounge shorts and slid her feet into her hard-soled slippers. She shuffled out of her bedroom and into the hall. From what she could see, the living room and kitchen were both dark. She peered down toward Elena's room. Her door was open and further down the hall, light came from another door. She padded quietly down the hallway and peered through the glass door.
Elena was wailing away on a punching bag in what appeared to be a workout or training room. She wore a blank tank top and black yoga pants, and her hands were wrapped in white bandage tape for support and protection. She was light on her feet and she danced around, landing punches with great speed. A thin layer of sweat covered her face.
Yuffie pushed the door open and let it shut normally, alerting Elena to her presence. The blond Turk stopped mid-swing and looked up. She flipped her hair out of her eyes and smiled brightly at Yuffie.
"How'd you sleep?" she asked. The ninja shrugged.
"I've had better nights," she confessed. "Letting off some steam?" Elena looked almost sheepish.
"I guess I've had better nights, too." She shrugged, giving the weighted bag a half-hearted punch. "And I've got to do something to keep in shape. Who knows how long we'll be here." Yuffie lit up, all sleepiness vanishing.
"Hey, let's spar! We can stay in shape and I can brush up on my hand to hand combat!" she said excitedly.
"Sounds like a solid plan," Elena agreed, smiling. Yuffie danced in place.
"Rock on! Lemme go change!" She dashed out of the training room and into hers. She flipped through one of her duffel bags, tossing clothes everywhere until she dug out her black sports bra. Shucking out of her tank top, she slipped the sports bra on and changed into a pair of clingy black shorts. She pulled on her tall beige boots and laced them up. Springing lightly to her feet, she checked herself out in the floor to ceiling mirror.
She certainly wasn't stacked like Tifa, but she wasn't a twelve year old boy, either. Well, maybe in the sports bra she looked a little smaller than she actually was. But she had curves! Ish. So she wasn't curvy, either, like Elena or Aeris had been. She wasn't a plank, though. Frowning to herself, she made an attempt to flatten her hair, which was short as ever. Even Vinnie had nicer hair than she did!
"Who am I kidding?" she huffed, mussing her hair vigorously. "Nyeh!" Like she gave a chocobo's ass what some old man thought about her. Even if he was too attractive for his own good.
Yuffie squeaked and clapped her hands over her mouth. She gave herself a little slap and danced away from the mirror. 'Uh-uh. You are too sexy for him! You're the greatest ninja princess that ever was or will be and he's just a crusty old man.' Her inner Yuffie made sense and she nodded.
"I am fabulous," she grinned. "I'm a petite, flawless ninja. And I'm not fat." She turned to Jezebel, who was sitting behind her, and planted a kiss between her ears. "It's good to be me! Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk!"
Elena struck out with her leg, kicking Yuffie's out from under her. The ninja recovered by falling back on her hands and somersaulting out of reach. The Turk quickly made up the distance, delivering a series of rapid blows. Yuffie brought her arms up and was able to deflect most of the blows. One landed on her abdomen and she curled at the impact, then tucked and rolled to the side. She twisted to her feet, fluid and graceful, and aimed a punch, led with her knuckles, at a pressure point on Elena's arms.
The blond spun with a speed that surprised the Wutaian girl and blocked the punch in mid-air. With a twist of her wrist, Yuffie caught Elena and deftly stepped behind her, pulling her arm behind her back. The Turk crouched down, intending on flipping Yuffie over her head. The ninja released her arm and pulled on her shoulders, forcing her down just enough for her to vault over Elena's head. She twisted in the air and used all of her upper body strength, and a little help from gravity, to bush the blond to the ground, straddling her and pinning her wrists above her head.
Both women were breathing heavily and were covered in a glaze up sweat. Elena grinned up at Yuffie.
"This is how every man in the world should wake up, yo."
Their gazes snapped toward the door. Reno was inside the training room, leaning against the wall. He wore black lounge pants with two white lines down the sides and a black tee with some faded, indiscernible bar logo on it. His feet were stuffed into the most ridiculous pair of chocobo slippers that Yuffie had ever seen. He was smirking at them impishly.
"Okay, Yuffie. Lean down and kiss Laney's jaw and put your hand on her waist," he instructed, waving a finger at her. Yuffie rolled her eyes and sat up, offering Elena a hand up.
"I can work with this. Lace your fingers with hers and push her against the wall," he coached.
"There's porn for your condition, old man," Yuffie informed him. "All you need is a valid credit card and a good virus scan."
"He's too busy mourning the lack of other females in the office to try to work around the firewalls and download porn," Elena said. "Well done, Yuff. You been training with Tifa?" The ninja puffed up with pride and nodded.
"When things with the Bones started getting rough, Tifa thought it would be good for me. She brought the idea up one day and Cloud wouldn't shut up until I agreed."
"Smart. Laney's no pushover, either," Reno conceded. Elena shot him a pleased smile, a flush spreading across her cheeks. "You might've got the drop on her, but you're still no match for me." Yuffie frowned at him, crossing her arms and cocking her hips to the side.
"Why wouldja wanna fight a little boy anyway, ya spindly weed?" She turned to Elena and bowed, out of habit, and then marched out of the training room.
She wasn't really upset anymore. She snorted. She was the best thief princess out there; she had washboard abs and awesome Materia. And her own country. But it was nice to let the redhead sweat a bit. The sound of Elena punching him, followed by his indignant cry of pain, was also pretty satisfying.
Once she was in her room, she peeled off her sweaty clothes and stepped into her bathroom. She started the water and straightened, waiting for it to heat up. She looked at herself in the mirror and sighed.
The scars that danced across her body were easy to ignore when she was dressed. When she was naked… she was naked in every sense of the word, bare and exposed. There was one from when Sephiroth's sword clipped her. Another, more jagged one from a Tonberry. Four long, thin ones going down her arm from the time she'd slipped from Vincent's grip. And probably over a dozen less memorable ones.
Yuffie was not prone to insecurities, was not predisposed to being self-conscious. But she hated these scars and did her best to make sure that she was in dim lighting if anyone were looking. She made sure that every encounter with a partner, or every game of strip poker, was executed in poor lighting.
Sighing to herself, she stepped into the shower, making happy little noises to herself as the almost unbearably hot water spilled over her. She sang into a bottle of shampoo, dancing as she lathered her hair with her free hand.
"Murphy, Murphy, darling dear. I long for you now night and day. Your pain was my pleasure, your sorrow my joy; I feel now I've lost you to health and good cheer," she crooned. She broke out into the rest of the song, head banging and executing dance moves that would have made Michael Jackson proud.
By the time she had finished her song, her hair and body were clean. She flipped the water off and stepped out onto the memory foam mat. She toweled off, rubbing her hair dry and probably knotting it in the process. She dressed in a dark green sweatshirt and a pair of black sweatpants she'd absconded from Cloud. Sliding her feet back into her slippers, she removed Jezebel's food bowls and kibble from a bag. Tucking them under her arm, she left her room and wandered into the kitchen.
Reno was there, standing in front of a griddle on the counter, flipping pancakes and poking sausage links around.
"I thought my 'impending fiery death' senses were tingling," Yuffie remarked, setting Jezebel's bowls on the floor and pouring kibble into one of them.
"I happen to be an excellent chef, yo," he protested, without heart. Yuffie leaned against the counter, prodding the box of pancake mix.
"Adding water and flipping pancakes doesn't exactly qualify you for a five star restaurant gig," she quipped.
"I can cook, yanno," he muttered. He flipped a perfectly golden pancake onto a plate. He cast his blue-green eyes at her, flicking them over her body. "Aw, where'd those nice legs go, princess?"
"It's usually frowned upon to gawk at a twelve year old boy's legs," she groused. "Or maybe where you come from it's-"
"I shouldn't'a said that," Reno mumbled. Yuffie narrowed her eyes.
"What?" He sighed.
"It was insensitive," he said, the word thick on his tongue. "You're not the little punk you were when I first met'cha an'… not everyone's got a rack like the Honey Bee girls." Yuffie snorted.
"That was so rehearsed. If you're gonna apologize, don't quote Elena word for word, ya turkey," she complained, though her voice lacked venom. Reno waved his spatula in the air.
"Well, according to her, I'm not loquacious," he simpered, "enough to not offend you again." He rolled his eyes. "I got words. They just ain't as pretty as Laney's." He cast her another sidelong glance. "Forgive me, princess?"
"Only because I don't feel like fighting my naturally sweet and compassionate personality," she mused, punching him in the arm.
"Your generosity has earned you an extra pancake, my lady," he said, sliding a plate toward her. Yuffie went to the refrigerator and pulled out the butter, then searched through the cupboards until she found the syrup. She was pulling out silverware when Elena came in, followed by Jezebel. The cat went immediately to her food bowl and the female Turk sat down, pushing her damn hair out of her eyes.
"Ooh, Reno's famous pancakes?" she asked hopefully.
"Naw, just the boxed stuff," he said. "I was thinking about sneaking into Junon for some pumpkin, though." She brightened.
"Oh goody," she said. "Reno makes the best pumpkin pie in the world," she told Yuffie.
"Yes, feed my ego," Reno hissed comically. Yuffie groaned.
"He'll be intolerable for the rest of the day."
"I was tolerable before? I'm touched, midge," he sniffed. He carried a dessert plate full of sausage to the island, flicking pieces onto Yuffie's and Elena's plates. The three of them tucked into their breakfast in silence. Jezebel, apparently finished with her food, leapt lightly onto the stool beside Yuffie; the ninja speared a piece of pancake and offered it to the giant cat, who nibbled it daintily.
"You got a nice voice, yanno. You should join us for karaoke night sometime," Reno said conversationally around a mouthful of pancakes. Only too late did he realize his mistake. Yuffie's brown eyes widened and she puckered her lips in fury.
"You were in my room while I was showering?" she demanded, doing her best to keep from screaming. Reno held up his hands defensively.
"Nonono," he said quickly. "It's not like that-"
"He wasn't in your room," Elena intervened smoothly. She offered Yuffie a reassuring smile. "We could hear you from the hallway. He's right, though. You have a lovely voice. I could use you on my team on karaoke night. Rude never sings." Elena's words had their intended effect. Yuffie calmed down, and when she looked down at her plate (suddenly shy about having been caught singing), Reno shot her a grateful look.
"It's only something I do in the shower," Yuffie mumbled. "I'm not all that good."
"I ain't good at all, yo," Reno grinned. "Tseng makes up for it, though, once he's good 'n' hammered." The Wutaian ninja fed another piece of pancake to Jezebel.
"Seems like Tseng is good at just about everything. Is there anything he totally blows at?" she wondered.
"His coffee tastes like water, and he can't articulate anything to anyone he's got the hots for," he snickered.
"It took him forever to sack up and ask Aya out," Elena laughed.
"Are all Turks bad at asking people out?" Yuffie asked, her thoughts turning, unbidden, to Vincent.
"Oh, no. Reno tried to sleep with me the day he met me," Elena said lightly.
"The offer still stands, Laney," Reno pointed out.
"I'm quite happy with my current state of affairs," she demurred, sipping her orange juice delicately.
"Yeah, about that state," he grumbled, eyeing her shrewdly. The blond winked at him.
"That's for me to know and you to wait until I tell you," she sang sweetly, leaning over and kissing his cheek. He grumped to himself, but didn't press her for information.
"Whaddya wanna do today?" Yuffie asked before silence could set in again.
"Well, there's books to read, board games, movies. There's a pool behind the training room, too," Elena listed. Yuffie's face fell. "I know, it's not the most exciting place to be…" She worried her lip between her teeth.
"I guess I'd still rather be here than fighting Sephiroth. Again," Yuffie said, trying to sound positive.
"There ya go, glass half full, midge!" Reno beamed.
This is what I've got pre-written, so future chapters won't be uploaded as quickly. The FFWiki describes Reno as being "friendly", so that's what I'm aiming for. He's friendly and he's unfailingly loyal to his colleagues. I imagine the Turks to be very close to one another. Aya is a little character I whipped up for Tseng. Elena has a mystery suitor and it's driving everyone guano. The song Yuffie was singing is The Dirty Glass by Dropkick Murphys. Irish music is my love, so don't be surprised if you see references. If you see things that might be references to other fandoms, they probably are. Dr. Who was in the last chapter ;D
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