melodiesoflife | There are always reasons to be angry

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There are always reasons to be angry

Characters: Yuffie & OPEN
Where: Aqures Ixen and Ruins of Aqures Tosf
When: August
Summary: Stuff! Being Angry~
Warning: Someone's getting tied up?

The moment Yuffie woke up she fled the room. She didn't want to talk with anyone. She couldn't trust any of the other heroes anymore. It was as if the world had just gone crazy. When she walked outside she met Mooshoo as well as the other moogles, except she treated her companion with a harsh stare instead of a warm hug.

"I guess I should explain, kupo." He had remembered meeting her all those years ago though there first meeting Yuffie had been a lot younger. It was only after she came back from crystal stasis that he knew who that young girl was. "Miki really did like the toy by the way. She was happy when I told her we'd met again."

His comment seemed to temper Yuffie's annoyance but it wasn't by very much. "We'll talk on the airship..." Even if she was about to feel a little sick at take off.

[ooc: Feel free to tag her at take off when she's feeling sick, before she boards or during flight when she's staring off into space.]

Around: Aqures Ixen

She can be found working with the towns people fixing up the town. She hasn't really said much to Cid and she wasn't sure what to think of Wedge or Biggs or the others. She didn't want to work with the other heroes and she didn't much care to talk to any of them. Her moogle was no where to be found but she didn't seem to be bothered by that fact.

Yuffie was doing a lot to help. She didn't much care that she had been used in Tutu's plot to get control of the Ultima weapon and she really didn't want to run into Rikku. Then she'd have to face that the Al Bhed girl had been right.

She felt so stupid and all of those feelings were channeled into her work. She was wearing shorts and a tank top as she worked, jumping and lifting things while calling over to the towns people she was assisting. Her long hair was tied back into a single pony tail and her expression was very serious. She was helping a lot and it prevented her from doing much else.

House A-02: Closed to Vincent

It was one of the few times that Yuffie found herself at home. Sometimes she worked through the night on repairing things and took naps to keep her strength up. It had been a few days since they first came back and Mooshoo had noticed a change in his hero, a change he didn't like. He also noticed a distance between Vincent and Yuffie and he thought that it might have something to do with that change.

So, with Ophelia's help, he enacted a plan.

As Yuffie walked through the door he pounced at her. Really, this was what she got for finally using doors to enter the house instead of her window. Mooshoo had rope and he used it to expertly tie Yuffie up. She still hadn't managed to learn how to escape such bindings.

"MOOSHOO!"

Her shout could probably be heard a few buildings away as she wobbled and then fell on the couch. Mooshoo would hazard fluttering over, even as Yuffie kicked her feet in the air, if only to tighten the ropes around her arms and torso. From outside it might sound like someone was torturing the poor girl and with that in mind Ophelia was in position by the front door, waiting for Vincent.

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At least she was being more than reasonable about this. A sign she'd grown up, and Vincent had to give her credit for it. The gunslinger was quiet for a long time, before figuring out what he was willing to share.

"My mother was from Wutai."

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Yuffie sat up a little straighter.

"Really?" Not that she thought that Vincent was lying but it was interesting. Wutai was a place that was close to home for Yuffie and it made her a little glad that it was something that they shared.

A small smile pulled at Yuffie's lips as her next thought came to mind. She pulled her knees to her chest smiling softly. "She must have been beautiful. I know my mother was. It's know that women from Wutai are beautiful." For once she wasn't talking about herself first.

Vincent nodded; his memories of his mother (and pictures of her as well) showed Miyo as a graceful woman blessed with subtle presence. While Vincent took after his father primarily in his hair and eyes and overall resemblance, his mother's influence was seen along his brow and in his mouth and cheekbones. She had been taller for a woman as well; the oddity in her family that way if he was recalling the few times he'd seen photographs of that side of the family.

It had been more than obvious to Vincent, growing up, that his father and mother were smitten with each other. Mutual respect and love, complimentary halves to one whole. When she'd passed while he was younger, it had left an absence in their lives.

In response to Yuffie though, he was no more forthcoming with anything else. Instead the silent gunslinger raised an eyebrow. Eloquently prompting her with 'her turn' now.

"Oh. Well..."

She was pretty sure that Vincent already knew a lot about her. He probably knew more about her mother than she did.

There was silence for a long time before Yuffie finally started to talk. She had a lot to think about and she wasn't completely sure what to say. "Let's see. It's hard to say everything. You know my father, he's always been strict. I grew up... like a princess. I had classes to attend every day and I wasn't allowed to play outside with the others. By 14 I had grown so unruly that dad just sort of... gave up on me. I didn't really dislike the classes but I wanted him to look at me and he only really did that when I wasn't doing what I was told. Even still I did learn a lot and since I returned after Sephiroth... I was trying to do more... though it really was no use." She had still been blamed and this time it was for something that wasn't her fault.

Yuffie lokoked over at Vincent. "It'd be your turn again."

He could guess at what those duties and classes might have been. Easily he could also make connections to how strict Lord Godo might have to be. Privately, Vincent thought it amusing that both father and daughter shared the same stubborn defiant streak. Was she able to see that herself?

"It's always difficult, when there are expectations and duties placed upon you without your knowledge or consent." There was sympathy in the low tones. It was not the easiest path to go against what others wanted for you, but Yuffie had never stopped trying to make her own way from all he'd observed.

He was silent again as he pondered what to share next, before there might have been a hint of a chuckle. "I was not born with a gun in my hand Yuffie." Dry, amused by the thought as he'd realized what he could share. "I actually started with archery, as my mother was a master archer as part of her family traditions. I did not pick up a gun until we'd moved to Kalm."

Miyo had been hesitant to let him even touch firearms, but her practical nature over-rode her concerns. No doubt his father had spoken to her as well, given the moving they'd done during his childhood. Monsters had hardly been as prominent as they were later in his travels, but there were plenty of threats in the areas his family had moved around to.

“Oh?” Yuffie couldn’t see the resemblance between her and her father. As far as she was concerned he was an old fool who didn’t see things for how they were. Of course, over the years Yuffie had begun to understand and after returning to Wutai she realized what her role there might eventually be. She wasn’t really looking forward to it but she always loved Wutai and she was ready to give herself to her country; even if it meant that she’d have to give things up.

That didn’t mean that she was ready to give things up now. She knew that somewhere in the future it would happen though.

“I learned archery too but I never really liked it. I preferred to throw blades and so they changed my lessons to that. Plus my teacher was this old guy who kept telling me to feel the bow.” Yuffie was totally taking that out of context but Vincent didn’t need to know that.

“Guess you like guns better then.” They are certainly easier to use though Yuffie didn’t really care for them. They felt like having a bomb in your hands, though Yuffie can say she’s done that too.

Vincent wasn't sure if it was a matter of 'like'. To him, firearms weren't simply a tool--well, ok they were. But they were such an intricate tool and he felt as if he understood them better than traditional archery. Not that his mother hadn't explained, and certainly not that he hadn't been skilled enough.

He'd clearly inherited her keen eyes and steady hand, if not her finesse and proficiency with bow and arrow.

It was difficult to explain, and he pushed any musing on it away. He could do that later, as for now he wasn't inclined to let this odd conversation die. Yuffie was right, in that they really didn't know each other. Not that he wanted to be 'known' per se, but it was certainly causing problems.

"It is your turn."

"What? Really? I thought I just said something? Or maybe you didn't say enough?" She lightly scratched her cheek trying to think of something. It was difficult but it was obvious from the look on her face that she was trying.

Her past really wasn't a mystery like Vincent's.

"Okay... I feel like I failed somehow... when we were in the past. I thought... if I tried I could do more...but we didn't do anything... I don't want to be a hero of light anymore."

Yuffie's head fell to her chest. It was something she hadn't wanted to admit but she was ashamed of being a hero of light. After how everyone acted, she didn't want to be a part of that. It wasn't like their journey before.

Well...that had not been where Vincent was expecting things to go. Not that the slightly awkward conversation earlier was better. At least they were talking now--so their moogles' plan had been successful.

Vincent was quiet for a bit as he thought, averting his eyes so Yuffie would not feel she was being judged. He was certainly not judging her. "It's a bitter and hard feeling to deal with." A conscious effort had been made, to let the low tones convey warmth and sympathy. Because he DID know this feeling very well.

It had haunted him, and still did, many times over his long sleep.

Holding up his left hand, crimson eyes staring impassively at tarnished gold that connected intricately. Forming armor and support in one, over a ruined arm. Thoughtful still, as he shifted so his gaze could study the buckles and hints of leather under the plate, turning his arm this way and that.

"The title and responsibilities were thrust upon us without our choice or consent. Was..." He stopped, and took a deep breath, before looking up to meet Yuffie's eyes hopefully. "When you found Avalanche, as much as we 'chose' to accompany them, did we really know what we were getting into either?"

"I guess not... but I'm used to having titles and responsibilities I never asked for." She dealt with them in her own ways but it always worked out. She learned and she fought and she cut a path for herself against what anyone might have said.

Yuffie let a heavy sigh fall from her lips. "Since I saw Kalki again... my nightmares have gotten worse." She didn't remember sleeping more than an hour or two at a time. It wasn't so bad because she had throw herself into working on fixing up the town but now that she was sitting on the couch she realized how tired she really was.

She still wasn't planning to sleep.

"It's your turn..." Her voice was soft and she fell over on the couch and then curled up. She didn't know what more she could say and as she thought about it everything hurt.

Vincent was quiet for a bit, before he moved and came to crouch in front of her again. Looking at her, his head canted a bit as he studied her carefully. As usual, his expression was stoic but there was concern in crimson eyes.

As well as sympathy, clearly heard as he made the effort to put it in his voice. "I still have nightmares too." There was no way she wouldn't know about what. Nor was it something he shared easily, if at all.

"When was the last time you slept, Yuffie?"

She would have commented about the new, juicy, bit of information about Vincent except his question caught her off guard. She had to stop and think about it which lead her to realize how long it had really been.

"I slept for like an hour around 2 am yesterday?" How many nights of sleep had to be missed for judgement to be impaired? It's safe to say that Yuffie's been running on fumes for a few days now. She had been a little scared to come home because Vincent was here and she remembered their fight clearly. There was still more she wanted to know. She wanted to understand why he was trapped in the past and not looking towards the future though that might have to wait for another day.

"I'll be fine. I was going to head back out to the sight." It's where she called the building she was helping with.

A hint of frown formed around his mouth, brow furrowing slightly as he looked at her. "You're going to injure yourself, if you keep it up." A long pause, and his eyes moved from her face, clear he was thinking and turning over information in his head.

Then he stood, and held out his right hand to her. "I am...still learning Yuffie. I've never been good at 'friends'. But you are my ally, and I worry." Making sure she understood that; he was stating it all, making it clear for her. "I also doubt Ophelia will return with my guns just yet." Ok, so maybe he was a little annoyed about that, even if he admired her cleverness.

"If you will go make some tea quickly, then meet me up at my room, alright?"

Yuffie took his hand and let him lift her from the couch. She didn't remember holding Vincent's hand often and it felt special. He wasn't the touchy feely sort like she was. She also assumed that the moogles would be stay away for the night and caught up with them tomorrow. It was a very Mooshoo thing to do.

"Sure. We have tea?" It shows how often she went into the kitchen.

Yuffie looked over her shoulder before dropping Vincent's hand and heading towards the kitchen. She hadn't really seen Vincent's room since he moved in and she admits that she's a little curious. It's enough curiosity to keep her lips shut as she quickly makes tea or maybe it's because she's tired. Either way, Yuffie stood in front of the stove watching as the water came to a boil. She grabbed tea leaves from the cupboard and then waited.

A soft whistle of hot air escaped the pot and she finished brewing the tea. She placed two empty cups and the tea pot on a try and walked up towards Vincent's room. She stopped at the doorway, unsure if she should really walk in.

They had tea, and basic food supplies. Both perishable and not, as Vincent had learned how to take care of himself early in life. Given the younger ninja's habits, he'd just simply extended that to assuming he would be the responsible adult in the house. She'd seen it before even, when she'd walked in on him reading to Ophelia.

While she headed to the kitchen, he headed upstairs. The rooms were small, but he felt his plan could work. Privately, he also knew himself enough--if he didn't act on this now, he would not do it. Never an open person by any stretch, and still incredibly private.

There were probably noises, of furniture shifting and some hauling and a thump while Yuffie made tea. The door was open, and his room had been slightly rearranged. Namely the bed was now pushed flush to the wall, and had the sheets from Yuffie's room arranged on it. Flush with the opposite wall, both of the beds bracketing the window, was a mattress that had previously occupied Yuffie's room. Vincent was on the floor, changing the bedding on it to his own. The tarnished golden claw and gauntlet was carefully resting on the dresser, where a small bed Ophelia often used had also been moved.

Easier to change bedding if he wasn't worried about holes in it, after all. Looking up at his housemate when she appeared, Vincent sitting on the floor and pulling a dark red pillowcase over a pillow. "I am used to nightmares, and you need sleep." A large trunk rested next to the dresser, along with a shelf above it bearing books and a lamp.

Yuffie stepped in the room but her movements were slow. This sort of felt like a trap but she also knew that Vincent was really worried. He had weird ways to show it and the fact that his gauntlet was off was reason enough not to argue. She knew what it meant to him.

"Like a slumber party." Not that she's ever had one of those.

The young ninja walked over to the larger trunk and placed the tray down. Before saying more she began to pour them two cups of tea. She used to get yelled at by Mooshoo for eating in bed so she sat on the soft cushion sipping at the warm liquid.

"Um.. Thank's Vin." It was a little awkward because she wasn't really sure what to do. She leaned back picking up Vincent's tea cup. "Here."

Pillow placed to his satisfaction, he nodded and got to his feet. Stretching slightly, considering the hauling and moving he'd done. Then taking the cup from her. "I've never had one of those." In truth, he had thought more of when Avalanche had stayed at Inns.

Not that it necessarily soothed his nightmares, but there was something to be said for a basic awareness that you were not alone. Whether you slept or not, if you trusted those you were around, it brought a modicum (however small) of peace. It had taken time with all they had been through in Avalanche, Vincent had come to that point at least with his allies.

"Warn me, and I'll replace the mattress in your room when you want it back." Grateful for the tea, and taking a tired, deep breath, before taking a drink.

"I've never had one either." Yuffie didn't grow up as a normal girl after all. It wasn't until Avalanche that she even had friends. She had been a thief or a princess but nothing in between. That was why friends were so important to her now, she knew what it was like being truly alone.

She took another sip of tea letting the warm liquid trickle down her throat. when she was done she placed the cup on a tray with a smile. The truth was that she'd love to just keep her bed here but they can move it back in the morning. The fact that Vincent was alright with her sleeping here for one night was amazing and she was going to treat that like the gift that it was.

"I think sleep overs have stories usually. Mind telling me a story?" She smiled, he didn't have to if he didn't want to but she didn't think it'd hurt to ask.

Yuffie laid down on her bed and then began to snuggle up with the blankets. Soon only a mass of dark hard and almond colored eyes could be seen over the bedding.

Vincent looked at her over the rim of his cup, half-way in the midst of his sip as he arched a brow. Seriously? What was it with people wanting him to tell stories lately.

Just staring at her, as she burrowed under the blankets and waited.

Yuffie's eyes glinted off the soft light in the room and it's obvious from her stare that she is very serious.

"Mooshoo sometimes tells me stories about his family before bed." She answered his silent question, pulling one of her pillows down and in between her arms so she can cuddle against it. It might sound silly but listening to something before bed gave her something to think about, which often brought nicer dreams; if only for a little while.

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