teh writtings!!1!

FF7: And then.

Mon, 13 Mar 2006 20:11:00 GMT

Title: And then.
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Characters: Yuffie
Chapter: 1/??

Kinda.. angst. Again. Oops. But not gay angst.

There was a frozen puddle of vomit near the corner to the alley. It was shaped like a very dead octopus, with its arms stretched out in all directions as if it had been thrown out from a second floor window and met its doom by splashing into the ground.

Yuffie poked one of these arms with a stick, and noted with morbid fascination how fragments of it peeled off like cracked paint. Though anyone choosing to paint anything whatsoever in this particular color ought to go get their eyes checked. Or their brains, preferably.

Inside the bar and barely visible through the dark window, Cid – who had just arrived with the latest shipment of assorted alcoholic beverages for Tifa - and Barret had a lively arm-wavingly exciting conversation about... something. Whatever. Like she cared; she'd stopped paying attention when she realized she'd been hanging around for fifteen long, dull minutes and neither of the older men had mentioned anything remotely interesting. Cloud had been there too, a few chairs away: he was sipping on a dazzling green 'Mako Dynamite' while taking down notes on something that seemed important, and from time to time he'd inject some opinion or other into the conversation before returning to his drink and notebook.

And then Cid had lit up another one of his nasty cigarettes. God, they stunk; she even preferred hanging out in dingy Chocobo stables left unmucked for a week to these noxious fumes. One would think that Cid could afford to buy some high class brand of tobacco after all that happened, but no, he had to be contrary and roll his own from goddamn poisonous monster parts. Yeah, well, if he wouldn't even extend the common courtesy of not smoking in a lady's company – shut up Barrett, none of those faces – she sure didn't see a reason to stay and grace them with her presence.

She evacuated the building pinching her nose pointedly, but alas, Cid didn't even notice the death glare she sent him. Must be another unfortunate side effect of those damn cigarettes; they were slowly killing his brain cells and his perception – yeah, whatever perception an old man like him could have left anyway - along with his lungs.

Come to think of it, that puke over there could very well have been left by one of Cid's crewmates. Or they were probably used to it by now, would have to be, 'cause Cid sure never listened to anyone's complaints. Wow, the mere thought of being confined aboard an airship together with Cid and his smokes again was enough to make her stomach protest, and she felt all unsettled and wobbly.

No fear! The great Yuffie Kisaragi does not succumb to mere queasiness that easily! Instead she returned to her previous activities, and stabbed a particularly misshapen yellow clot vehemently – for great justice! In the process she discovered that someone seem to have eaten a bad curry sausage recently. Well, nice, that sure made her feel less nauseated.

Maybe she'd eaten a bad curry sausage herself, 'cause now she really needed to sit down. Preferably in front of the great porcelain god, worshiping it with all her might, maybe even offering up a few undigested sacrifices.

A thought came over her right then, and she got the weirdest feeling that something was off, horribly off; maybe it wasn't just her stomach being sensitive all of a sudden after all this 'sensory overload' but something else entirely. So she sat down on the sidewalk with her head between her knees and tried to will the nausea to pass so she could focus on finding out the source of the tiny tendrils of wrongness twisting around in her intestines instead.

...and that's when the door to the bar opened and Cloud marched out. His face was twisted into something ugly and angry, and he would've passed Yuffie by without acknowledging or even noticing her presence if she hadn't looked up and greeted him with a weak "heya!"

For a moment or two she regretted making herself heard - Cloud spun around to face her and she saw his violent scowl for a fraction of a second until it turned into something else she couldn't quite place - but she shrugged away her discomfort. She never were one to back away from a challenge, and this was Cloud.

"What's the big deal?" she croaked and winced at the sound of her own voice. "Someone died or something?"

Cloud's face fell and Yuffie mentally smacked herself. That's really, really sensible, Yuffie babe, she thought, especially to him, especially after Aeris. Maybe she should just go back to playing with vomit again, that seemed to suit her current level of maturity.

Which lead nicely into having her stomach starting heaving again. Seriously, if this continued it was gonna make her throw a temper tantrum in the not too distant future. If it was something she hated it was losing control. Especially over her body, damnit.

She looked up at Cloud again. He still looked upset, but... it wasn't directed at her, she realized.

"I," he started, and then paused to take a deep breath. He smiled a little, then. It was a very lopsided, sad smile, and Yuffie's heart started pounding like crazy in her chest as he opened his mouth to try again.

Oh no, Yuffie's mind told her. Oh no, no, no! She knew, and it was bad, so bad, she didn't want this no matter what had happened. Her stomach started dancing again and she swallowed, fuck this. "It's my father," she said almost inaudibly, cutting him off so she didn't have to hear it, and she knew by the way Cloud drew his breath that she was correct. Not that she needed the confirmation; she knew.

She looked down at her feet then and noted absentmindedly that she'd have to buy new shoe laces pretty soon: these ones were worn out and frayed and only went three quarters of the way up her leg by now and would probably disintegrate any moment leaving her with shoes falling off right when she'd be charging toward an enemy and she'd trip and fall face down and skewer herself on the conformer, and that'd be an embarrassing end for her, especially if someone, like, say, Vincent would find her half-eaten remains. And not to mention, then he'd see with his own eyes that she had indeed been lying when she said she had no idea where the Odin Materia was. Not that it would matter by then, but it was the principle of the thing. You know, don't get caught, ever.

"...and when Cid finally told me, just now, I wanted to strangle him," Cloud was saying with his face contorted into an angry red knot, and he'd probably been talking for a while but Yuffie had no idea what he'd said.

"They've been calling," she said, quickly, quietly, before he could ramble on even more and she would have to hit him to just shut him up, "but I never answered."

Poke. Stab that bastard of a sausage, stab it dead.

Cloud was silent now, and stared helplessly at her.

"They keep bugging me about coming home," she tried to explain, to herself and to Cloud and to Godo. "Always the same. 'You need to fulfill your duties here,' blah, blah, whatever. But I got better things to do with my time and they'd never shut up so I just stopped listening. But I never wanted it to... Didn't want him to..." She stopped herself there, and shook her head. Don't say it out loud; it'll make it come true.

Yeah, and if I stay quiet it'll all go away. I do believe in fairy tales, I do.

"Is there... still time?" Please please please, say there's something I can do, please.

Cloud shrugged mutely. "Cid just said it was bad. I'll... call them if you don't want to talk to them right now? But you need to go home, Yuffie. Even if he's... especially if..."

"Yeah, I know." Yuffie stood up again, and stared dismally at the stick in her hand. Ew. "Yeah. Please call them. I need to..." Her voice trailed off and she looked at Cloud. Need to what?

He seemed to understand, though, even though she didn't. He nodded. "I'll take care of it." And indeed, he was already keying in a number on his PHS and Yuffie slunk away, first toward the bar but no, not Cid or Barret, not now it'd be too much. She ran and ran, picking up her speed and weaving through the folk masses and maybe she pushed a few people out of her way (get away and leave me alone) and after an undetermined amount of time she looked up and found herself at the airport staring at the Highwind. There was a lump of something hot and dry and heavy in her chest and she didn't know what to do, what do you do when your annoying, overbearing, useless father is dying?, and then Tifa was there, calm and sad and warm, and she just held out her arms, and Yuffie finally cried.

FF7: Yuffentine

Mon, 14 Feb 2005 16:50:24 GMT

Title: Yuffentine
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Pairing: ...uhm.

Yuffie'd spent the best part of the afternoon debating with herself whether she really wanted to go through with this or not. It wasn't really her, she argued. She wasn't at all ready to just go straight out and confess her feelings ~~ever~~ yet, and acting uncharacteristically sappy like that could be a dead give-away.

But then again, she liked to think of herself as pretty damn unpredictable, so anything could be in character for her, right? It probably was just her paranoia getting the best of her anyway.

Her palms were all clammy now, and she shifted the little box from her right hand to her left, and then back again because the right one felt cold without it.

Bless her ninja skills and utter sneakyness, or someone would've noticed her hanging around doing nothing hours ago. Wouldn't that be embarrassing; Cloud and Vincent discussing her latest weird antics over a cuppa coffee. "Stupid brat moping around staring through the window every fifteen minutes and still doing nothing; she's gotta be up to something again, hide the materia!" Or worse, they could even guess the real reason, ugh, nah, can't have that.

She surreptitiously made another sweep over the area. Nobody nearby, and the Sense materia said the same. Still, that Vincent was pretty damn sneaky too - especially for being yaknow, half made of metal and all - and she wouldn't be all that surprised to find out he'd been hiding behind a chimney all the time. She could picture that now; stupid guy covering his mouth behind that weird cape fastener of his, chuckling at the way she thought she was unseen and safe.

She blinked.

Vincent chuckling? Oh man, gotta store that mental image for a rainy day.

Anyway, that thought might've been just what she needed to get her brain out of that dead end, because now her feet had started moving towards the door on their own accord and she thought that well, it's now or never.

A glance towards the dusty window again and she saw something moving. It was nearly enough to send her screeching back to her hideout behind those crates again, but dammit she was better than this.

Her lower lip was already bit to shreds, so trying to moisten her lips brought a smarting pain - and almost tears into her eyes.

Now or never, yeah. She took a deep breath and opened the door; too late to hesitate now darling.

Tifa was busy scrubbing the tables, a not too unsual sight this time of the day - but she usually wasn't quite this rough. Her mouth was moving slightly as if she were silently praying.

Hah, cursing more likely, and Yuffie could bet a mastered Leviathan she knew what or rather who had upset Tifa again. (her heart sank, but too late to leave now she'd been spotted, ignore that damn Cloud now)

"Yuffie?" Tifa started, looking up from her work but not pausing.

"Yeah, well... " Yuffie murmured and then the words stuck on her parched tongue; her voice was too rough with something she daren't put a name to and it was safer to be silent.

They stared at each other for a while, and then Yuffie flushed and threw the little box ("Mideel chocolate chocobos", 80% cacoa, red silk bowties around their necks, sappysappyembarrassing) on the table Tifa was cleaning before turning tail and fleeing from the bar, the "Happy Valentine's Day" left unsaid.

FF7: Yuffie/Tifa-verse

Sun, 21 Nov 2004 23:29:32 GMT

Title: None, yet
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Pairing: MY BELOVED OTP
Warnings: Uhm.. angst?

Once she found that little note Yuffie had left - hastily scribbled on the back of a shopping list, folded and folded again into a tiny little cube and hidden inside Tifa's favourite coffee mug so that she almost drowned it when she poured up her very-much-nededed comfort caffeine that night - Tifa switched from being frantically worried to a state of disappointment and weird, unexpected hurt.

Gone again, and she couldn't even bother telling someone about it, let someone know that she wasn't feeling good, give someone ~~(Tifa?)~~ a chance to make things better? Tifa would do anything to help her friends, anything anything everything. And everybody knew this by now - not that they took advantage of it (much) but she was the one they turned to when things went wrong, that's just how things went.

It wasn't only the lack of trust that hurt Tifa, though, but that part was the only she could explain; the rest of it she just stuffed into that unmarked chest in the back of her mind and locked it away to think about it later (if she ever ever would get the time to think about just herself for a change and anyway it was all just too confusing so she might as well try to forget it) - no need to let it bother her daily routines, they were messed up enough as they were already.

Plaster on the brave and understanding grin again, oh she knew this routine by heart, and tell the others what she found and don't show them she was hurt. She was getting better and better all the time; sure, sneaky know-it-all observant wise beyond her years Yuffie would've been able to tell it was painfully obvious Tifa was trying to hide something but Yuffie wasn't here now, was she?

"Yuffie needs some time alone, " she said and showed them the note, and because she said it the others calmed down and she knew they wouldn't be causing a fuss when (if) Yuffie returned.

(if?)

(of course she would, wouldn't she?)

FF7: and it started even before this

Thu, 14 Oct 2004 18:30:18 GMT

Title: and it started even before this
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Pairing: Yuffie/Tifa, of course
(kinda sappy)

Sunset,

Tifa is down by the river doing her best to untangle her messy hair. Before washing it up there was more blood, sweat and old rotten leaves than actual hair (fighting and running and sleeping next to campfires) and it took her and Yuffie almost an hour to get the worst gunk out.

Yuffie's sitting a couple of meters away, leaned against an old oak. She's been finished and all clean for ages, and now she's idly pulling up handfuls of dry grass and mostly not looking at Tifa and mostly not thinking anything, really, and time passes slowly.

"Such a lovely sunset, " Tifa says, which grabs Yuffie's attention - and indeed it is. If your mind works like that you might even find the scenery romantic; the sky is painted deliciously pink and the lightest of blue and golden orange, and there is only the fiery meteor to mar its beauty

- but Yuffie's not really watching the sky, not now when she has the opportunity to unguardedly observe Tifa for a few precious seconds

and then Tifa sighs and stands up and it is time to get back to the Highwind and all the troubles of the world again and Yuffie quickly follows, pushing herself up from the ground

and Tifa accidentally brushes her hand against Yuffie's arm which sends all sorts of tingles through Yuffie

and then the moment has passed and Tifa runs ahead, teasingly calling Yuffie a slowpoke

not that she minds

'cause she can watch Tifa a little while longer this way.

Yuffie/Tifa, the story so far

Wed, 15 Sep 2004 15:27:07 GMT

Okay, since I've been too lazy to actually write more on this one, I hereby present the condensed version of what I've written up to now.

Title: SUMMARY OF THE BEST YUFFIE/TIFA STORY EVAH!
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Pairings: Hot yuri action.. sorry, what was that? Oh. Yuffie and Tifa.

When Tifa was a little girl, she lived in a tiny village with her dad. There were a bunch of other kids in this village too, some of who were bullying others, as things usually go.

Now one of these bullied kids decided to go away to the big bad city and become a hero. Since Tifa was in the age where hormones begin to rage, and Cloud was in the age where he was slowly becoming less of an awkward kid and more of a hottie, Cloud became somewhat of an obsession for Tifa and she decided that she was in love with him.

Fast forward a couple of years. Tifa and Cloud have now reunited, they have experienced a lot of adventures and saved the world and boring stuff like that.

Cloud, meanwhile, fell in love with this other chick, who then sadly died. Oops! Sad sad story! So now he's busy angsting over her, while Tifa is angsting over him, and nobody's happy.

Enter Yuffie.

Yuffie is, liek, teh kewlest ninja of them all, and is always stereotyped into talking stupid teenage slang. Which is alright by her, because that distracts everybody from noticing her hidden agenda. And not the homosexual agenda this time, 'cause that one she's already stolen and put on her father's fridge. One of these days he'll get the clue.

Yuffie: Like, teh angst! I'm, like, totally crushing on Tifa, and, like, that can't end well, what with me being a girl and all. I must go drown myself. But first I'll be whining angstily in my diary, even though I would've preferred an LJ. Drat! Someone invent the Internet soon, please!
Diary: -_-;;
Yuffie: Okay, now I'm feeling better. Wee! Hormones and moodswings! Now I'll go have some adventures, and not notify anyone of where the hell I'm disappearing, 'cause that's more fun!
Everybody: Where the hell did Yuffie disappear?
Tifa: ANGST! It's all my fault because I should be devoting my life to listening to everybody and solve their problems, and now she's probably gone off to drown herself.

Yuffie: *adventures*

Tifa: ANGST!
Yuffie: Oh hey guys, I'm back! And I've got prezzies for ya!
Tifa: ANGST!
..I mean.. oh, hey Yuffie. Sorry, it's all my fault, I'm teh sux.
Yuffie: HEY! I'M THE ONE ANGSTING HERE! ANGST!
..oh drat.
Tifa: ANGST?
Yuffie: Forget it.

Yuffie: Oh, and by the way, I'm gay. And I *so* did Scarlet.
Everybody: *pukes*
Yuffie: Just kidding. Ehehe. Right. Kidding.
Tifa: (She's gay? Like.. omgwtf! What if she's been checking me out?)
Yuffie: I've been checking you out, Tifa. *wink*
Tifa: Nooooo! I'm not...
Yuffie: ...bloody hell.
Yuffie: *runs away again*
Tifa: ...not what? Damnit, forgot the rest. Not looking my best in this godawful top? Yeah. That must be it. Okay, where were we? Yuffie..?
Yuffie: -_-;;

..okay, sorry about that. -_-;;

FF7: For the Yuffie/Tifa thing

Fri, 20 Aug 2004 01:52:10 GMT

Title: No, Scarlet doesn't hit on everyone
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Pairing: SCARLET x YUFFIE uNF! not really, no

Yuffie closed her eyes, apparently in deep thought. She never thought that her love-life would be that interesting. It had never been very interesting in her point-of-view anyway. Of course, the guys probably considered it hot with some "girl-on-girl action", so.. Oooh, this could be taken advantage of!

"Well, " she said. "There was that thing I had going with Scarlet for a while, but that was just sex. No need to talk about that."

"Scarlet?!"

Funny how everybody could yell that in unison, and all with the same shocked and somewhat disgusted look on their faces. The room grew very silent as everybody tried to avoid looking at each other - that was a set of mental images nobody wanted to see ever again. It was horrible enough to see Scarlet in person.

"Relax, guys, I'm just kidding." She gave them a big smile and pulled up her legs in the sofa. No need to drive anyone permanently impotent. "I'm gay, not desperate. She did try to hit on me, but I try to have a little more discrimination than that. And 'sides, she hits on everyone. "

"Not me she didn't, " Barret said. Yuffie raised an eyebrow and looked at him. Then she shrugged and turned her face to the others. Cloud still had that shellshocked look on his face but managed to mumble "no, no" while rocking from side to side; Vincent raised his eyebrow right back at her; Cid spit out a string of obscenities which seemed to revolve around what he would've done if Scarlet had tried anything like that with him; and Tifa just laughed and shook her head.

"Well, " said Yuffie, a bit miffed. "Apparently she has good taste. I'm obviously the most attractive and interesting person in our gang; no wonder she was homing in on me."

"I heard she had *something* going on with general Heidegger, " Vincent said dryly, at which point everybody started laughing, the tension relieved.

Except Yuffie, who'd turned slightly green and started hugging herself. "I need a shower, " she wailed. "I'll never feel clean again."

She smiled to herself as the others started talking about less horrendous things. 'Mission complete! It'll probably keep them off the subject for at least a month. Hee hee, still as stealthy as ever. Old Godo would be proud.'

Uhm. Yes. Sorry about those mental images. >_<;;

Inuyasha: Reincarnation

Fri, 20 Aug 2004 01:37:37 GMT

Title: Reincarnation
Fandom: Inuyasha
Pairing: Miroku/Kagome ♥

"For all we know you could be his reincarnation, so I don't see why I shouldn't sneak out with you every night," she said crossly, lower lip trembling dangerously.

Miroku looked amused. "Lady Kagome, I hardly think.."

"Why? You could be!"

"Lady Kagome, I am from the same time period as he," he said gently, " which makes it quite improbable."

"Oh." Kagome flushed.

"However, I appreciate the thought, and I would be happy to entertain you nightly despite my, " here he paused and examined his nails, "err, shortcomings in the reincarnation area."

She stared at him, face bright red. "That's not what I meant, you pervert!"

"No?" This time he actually stopped her slap from connecting. Suddenly his eyes were very dark and very serious, and Kagome's heart skipped a beat. He was still holding on to her hand and simply watched her. "I *could* be his reincarnation, " he offered casually. If that's what you need.

"No, " Kagome found herself whispering. "You are.. you. You're Miroku."

Miroku looked surprised, then smiled at her; a geniunely happy, boyish grin, and for a moment he was very beautiful. Then he looked down at their still joined hands and gave a start.

It wasn't until they were almost back at the camp he'd returned to his usual self, and even then his groping was almost insultingly unenthusiastic.

Uhm. Yeah. Good night.

FF7: Fires

Fri, 20 Aug 2004 01:07:35 GMT

Title: Fires
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Characters: Yuffie. And Tifa. But not the angst-i-verse this time.

And then there were the fires, of course.

The flames licked the trees, caressing them almost lovingly, painting them black as they consumed them - and she could only watch, entranced, as they roared against the heavens.

Tifa had to physically remove her from the scene, before the flames could reach her. She threw her arms around Yuffie and carried her away towards safety, towards the beach. Later she would tell Yuffie that she'd called out for her several times, and that only a few minutes after they had gotten away safely everything had collapsed around the place where she'd stood. They could've been killed, she stated, but not accusatory, just very worried.

Yuffie couldn't quite explain her fascination for fire. She just knew that she could spend eternities watching the flames dance and writhe and reach out for her. "Touch us," they whispered, "let us hold you" and she was sorely tempted to comply.

She didn't harbor a lust for self-destruction, didn't particularly feel like dying until the fates decided otherwise. And it wasn't a morbid obsession induced by a childhood trauma, that she remembered Wutai being burned to the ground and couldn't get past that awful memory, because she had been sent away to safety during the wars.

She hadn't developed a liking to burn her enemies with magic either; the sound and smell of skin cracking, flesh boiling, the shrill shreaks of pain and horror didn't excite her at all but made her shiver down to her bones and afterwards she'd wept and puked for hours. It was such a cheap way to die, such a cowardly way to take a life. But it wasn't as if she wanted to punish herself for hurting someone like that, either; this was war and the ends justified the means.

One would think that water would be her element, because of Wutai's connection to the ancient serpent god. Or perhaps lightning, swift and deadly, appropriate for a ninja. And in battle, she preferred that kind of magic. Sweep the enemies away with a summoned tsunami, let bolts flow from her hands to strike them down, and then quickly dart forward to cut their throats.

Still, that unexplainable longing for fire would always be there in the back of her mind, beckoning for her to let it all out, let it burn, let the flames take her away, and maybe some day she would. Just to find out what would be waiting for her on the other side.

Inuyasha: Destiny

Thu, 15 Jul 2004 11:30:01 GMT

Title: Destiny
Fandom: Inuyasha
Pairing: Kagome/Miroku
Warnings: SMUT! Kinda.

W00t, the closest to smut I've ever written. Still wtf:ing to my brain, but there you have it.

Inuyasha, 100 words, Kagome/Miroku; pretty pointless on its own but might be worked into something else. And not the IY fic I was talking about yesterday.

"We won't be able to keep it secret," she pointed out.

He shrugged.

"I think I'm too young," she frowned while shaking off the shirt.

He grinned and removed his robes.

"I'm supposed to love him." She folded her socks neatly and looked up into his no longer smiling face. He was naked now, leaning back with his eyes closed.

She positioned himself across his lap, leaning her flushing cheek against the pale chest.

He grunted.

She sighed. "...don't really believe in destiny, " she murmured and lifted herself just so.

He gasped, and pressed her down.

This? Better than destiny.

FF8: Want

Mon, 05 Jul 2004 01:06:12 GMT

It wasn't as if she *loved* him or anything. Too strong a word for such a teeny tiny emotion. Just because she felt something *tug* inside her when she saw him, it didn't have to mean she wanted to throw her arms around him and kiss him and touch him and do indecent things with him.

She was a good girl, and she wouldn't think such things about a guy she'd just met. Even if, as he said, they all really knew each other from way back.

..so maybe she wasn't such a bad girl after all? Maybe they were really soulmates, and it was *okay* for her to want him?

Or maybe she was just making excuses for being able to run her hands through his hair and touch his smooth chest and oh, how she wanted to feel him against her and in her and..

Maybe later, when it was all over.

Unless they were all dead by then, which would make it a bit harder.

Inuyasha: Carry

Mon, 05 Jul 2004 01:03:40 GMT

He tucked himself in snugly under her kimono again. What a sweet girl she was, Kagome-dear, and the taste of her skin so addictive. He could stay here all his life, if he were allowed it, just to be carried along whereever she went, smelling her scent and feeding upon her blood once in a while.

This was life, he reflected. Nothing to do, nothing to think about, just enjoying the simple pleasantries.

If it weren't for that lout Inuyasha, it'd be perfect.

Well, this situation wouldn't last forever. Sooner or later, they'd find the last pieces of the Shikon, and Kagome would go back home, and he would join her. Such a sweet future together; just him and her and no Inuyasha to drag them into problems.

*shrug* Okay, so my brain forces me to write odd stuff, but what else is new?