Disclaimer: I don't own either Harry Potter or Final Fantasy VII and it's spin-offs.

Author's Notes: This was just begging to be written. This one-shot marks the first in a group of one-shots/drabbles that I'm doing for The Insanity Trilogy. These stories just a group of side stories separate from the trilogy. I'm officially calling these one-shots/drabbles The AKA Why... Drabbles. I've already got the first one done, obviously, and I've got the next two waiting in the wings to be written. You'll see that included in the title block are some letters in parenthesis, this is a code so you know when the one-shot/drabble takes place. Check my profile for the complete code and a list of all the chapters I've got planned at the moment, weather their complete or pending. Any ways, enjoy.

Meditation
AKA Why You Don't Leave Yourself Open for Stupid Questions
(DT)

They were sitting in a cave with a large crystal formation in it. Vincent called it a Mako fountain. He just thought it looked cool. The whole cave seemed to radiate peacefulness and calm. Cloud had left a while ago since Vincent would be training him in the basics. He thought that Cloud just didn't want to admit that he wasn't good at teaching the basics. Not that he'd ever say that out loud. He wasn't Malfoy after all.

At the moment, though, he was staring at Vincent with a look of absolute horror on his face. Apparently his first lessons were on mediation, something he was absolutely horrid at. Not that Vincent cared.

"Come now, Harry. No need to make that face. It's not that difficult to do so long as you have a competent teacher," Vincent said. "The goal is to clear your mind of all thoughts through whatever means that works best for you."

He blinked. Clear the mind of all thoughts? His mind promptly jumped track and blew up as the picture of himself keeling over dead because he stopped thinking about performing natural bodily functions, such as breathing, presented itself to his mind's eye. He only just kept himself from smirking as an idea popped into his head.

"Question," he said, continuing at Vincent's raised brow. "How can you clear you mind of all thoughts when you need to think to continue normal bodily functions?"

He could only smirk and snicker softly as Vincent twitched and restrained himself from face-palming. He could just hear Cloud's hardy laughter echoing from somewhere outside the cave. He could tell Vincent wanted to smack him with his clawed hand if it's twitching was any indication. Either that or rip out his voice box. Poking holes in Vincent's lessons was so much fun.

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