A crowd of eight stood in a large group in the reception of the Gold
Saucer. Said group consisted of two women and six men, if you could call
the fiery red beast among them a man. They were the group known as
AVALANCHE, and though their faces were not well known, their reputation was
famous. A blonde man was speaking to them, and though a couple in the group
just looked as though they were itching to run away and have fun, their
attention was fixed on him.
He went by the name of Cloud. He wore a pair of dark blue, faded jeans, which were tucked into the tops of his black combat boots, and covering his muscular torso he donned a black tank top, with a white dragon printed on the back. His normally spiky hair had been pulled back into a ponytail. Two spiky bangs had escaped their confinement though, which left them framing his handsome face stubbornly.
At the front of their mob was a petite brunette, Tifa, whose wine-coloured eyes were trained firmly on the blonde man before her. He body curved like a perfume bottle, and she wore a pair of black pedal pushers and white blouse, which had an embroidered butterfly on the breast pocket. She wore on her feet, a pair of black trainers, and her long brown hair was tamed in a ponytail. Around her slender neck was a Grand Dragon's tooth, hung on a sliver of silver.
Her hand was laid on the back of a furry beast, who resembled a ball of fire more than anything else. His mane glinted in the artificial light, and his one good eye was looking to Cloud respectfully. He various black tattoos stood out starkly against his orangey-red fur and two thin braids of hair hung by his face, woven with beads and feathers. He stood on all four legs, his back arched like a cat's, but his face shaped like a dog's. His name fitted him perfectly: Red.
Behind him, with an ever-present cigarette hanging limply in his mouth, stood Cid Highwind. He wore his heavy, dark blue flight jacket, and a white shirt, which was stained slightly with some oil stains that refused to leave his presence. His feet were covered by a pair of brown boots, which were nearly hidden by a pair of green corduroy trousers. He swore quietly as some ash fell on his naked hands, and the tall man next to him prodded his arm in an annoyed manner.
Cid muttered back to him, and the man, Barret, flicked him with a large finger, silencing him. The bulky man wore a beige tank top, which had frayed sleeves, and a pair of baggy, brown jeans. A bracelet of pink beads, fashioned in the shapes of hearts, stood out garishly against his dark skin. It was a present from his beloved daughter Marlene, and looked quite out of place on the man. His large, black boots made an intimidating noise on the floor, as he tapped his foot impatiently.
Enthralled in a thumb-war was a handsome man named Reeve. He had shoulder length black hair, tied back in a ponytail, with a loose lock of hair irritating his brown eyes, and he had a small beard that lightly graced his chin. He wore a white shirt, sleeves rolled midway up his arms, and a pair of black trousers. The small, black and white cat sitting on his shoulder, who was wearing an adorable crown, mewed plaintively as his master won the match against the pouting ninja girl Yuffie.
Yuffie pouted and stuck her tongue out, whispering to her taller friend that he was cheating, receiving a defeating snort in return. Her hair had grown in the last year, and it had settled itself at a nice length, just past her shoulders. As she turned her head to glance meekly at the man in the corner it bobbed around her, swishing left and right. She had a colourful braid woven into it, in all her favourite colours, pinks, yellows, oranges and lime green. She wore a burgundy, high necked tank top, which had separate sleeves that hung down to her knees (A/N: Think Yuna. I didn't really know how to describe them =P). Around her legs she wore a long, matching, silky burgundy skirt, and knee length boots.
The man that she had been staring at was called Vincent. His long, dark tresses were left to frame his face wildly, and his garnet eyes glowed slightly in the shadows that they cast over his face. He had pale skin, which provided a great contrast with most of his body. His finely arched eyebrows were lowered, along with his eyes, and he was staring at his feet in a bored manner. He wore, as usual, his red bandana, and his red cape, the latter making him seem even taller than he already was. He wore his metal tipped shoes, black trousers stuck into them, and black shirt tucked into them. His relatively tight attire showed how lean he obviously was, and it made him appear somewhat frail, but nonetheless he was an intimidating man. His arms were crossed, and he was leaning against the wall, uninterested to his leader's speech. Vincent had respect for Cloud, but he never made it obvious. His artificial limb, a bronze claw, glinted in the light as he strummed the metal fingers of his other arm thoughtfully.
"Ok, we'll meet in the hotel lobby tomorrow morning. Look after your keys, or you'll be sleeping with the ghosts," Announced the spiky haired leader of AVALANCHE.
The rest of the group grumbled and ignored the warning. The eight paired up easily, shooting down different tubes. Cloud and Tifa linked arms and slid down to the 'Event Square' and Cid and Barret fought their way to the 'Battle Square', not forgetting, of course, to argue over whom went down the slide first. Red, Reeve and Cait tumbled quietly down to the 'Chocobo Square', which left a rather awkward Yuffie, and a nonchalant Vincent staring absently at different tubes. The dark man pushed himself from the wall and bid the ninja good night. She stared at him open mouthed and gasped,
"Vinnie Valentine!" The man openly shuddered at her nickname for him, " I thought you had better manners than that! Your mother would be ashamed of you!"
"What is it then, Yuffie?"
"You can't leave a girl all by herself in a frightening place like this!"
Vincent raised his eyebrow an inch.
"I see no impending threat."
"Yeah, well, the clowns could eat me!"
The ill-fated man sighed, and tapped his foot patiently, causing a tapping sound to echo through the lobby.
"Yuffie, I'm sure you're perfectly capable of going on your own."
The persistent girl clung to his arm like a limpet, before sniffing. She looked up to his face with big, puppy dog eyes, and he stared right back at her coldly.
"Pwease? Pwetty pwease?"
"Yuffie-"
"Vinnie, you can't come to a reunion with out hanging out with your friends. I'm not gonna let you stay in your room all night!"
With that she grabbed the surprised man's hand and leapt down the tube to the 'Wonder Square'. The slide was dark and long, and though it was dotted with purple lights every so often, Vincent could barely see the hand holding him, until his extra perceptive vision came into play, adjusting itself in the new light. He felt Yuffie slide under his arm, as they began to tumble down, head over heels in an ungraceful ball. Vincent flew from the end of the dark tube first, somersaulting in the air before landing in a crouched position, miraculously, on his feet. He heard his name being squealed from behind him just in time for him to catch a plummeting Yuffie in his arms. She clung to him with her eyes closed, and asked whether it was over. Vincent stood up, held her shoulders and ducked down slightly so that they were at eye level with each other.
"Dirty trick," he muttered quietly, looking at her from below a frown.
"Good one though," She mumbled back, smiling cutely.
Vincent made a slight noise to voice his displeasure, before turning back to the tubes and picking the one that led to the Ghost Hotel. Yuffie stamped her foot, yelling to the uninterested man about his stubbornness. She ran over to him and pulled him back, though she was amazed that he didn't just shrug her off and leave.
"Vinniiiieee!"
"Yuffie, you'd much prefer to be with Red and Reeve, why not go with them?"
"You're wrong! I enjoy spending time with you! You're the most fun in the whole group! Teef hasn't been the same since she started lusting over Cloud, Reeve and Red always like having 'intelligent conversation'," Yuffie crooked her fingers at this, motioning the quotation marks, " Cloud wants to make a move on Tifa, and Cid and Barret . . . Not Cid and Barret. You're the only one I can have a normal conversation with!"
She could see Vincent's stern expression begin to waver, and she smiled at him pleadingly. He bowed his head and sighed, before raising it again and shrugging, giving in. Yuffie yelped happily, locking her arms around him tightly. He untangled himself awkwardly and motioned for Yuffie to lead the way.
"Cool, and I get to play leader! This is gonna rock, right Vinnie!?"
Vincent covered his face with his claw and growled softly. He only prayed that he would come out of the situation unscathed.
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Hope you like it; this isn't gonna have a real, proper storyline, 's just gonna be a cute Yuffentine. Gold Saucer madness! I just want to thank Square for creating the Gold Saucer, as it provides a very good location for cute fics. R&R, luv joo!
He went by the name of Cloud. He wore a pair of dark blue, faded jeans, which were tucked into the tops of his black combat boots, and covering his muscular torso he donned a black tank top, with a white dragon printed on the back. His normally spiky hair had been pulled back into a ponytail. Two spiky bangs had escaped their confinement though, which left them framing his handsome face stubbornly.
At the front of their mob was a petite brunette, Tifa, whose wine-coloured eyes were trained firmly on the blonde man before her. He body curved like a perfume bottle, and she wore a pair of black pedal pushers and white blouse, which had an embroidered butterfly on the breast pocket. She wore on her feet, a pair of black trainers, and her long brown hair was tamed in a ponytail. Around her slender neck was a Grand Dragon's tooth, hung on a sliver of silver.
Her hand was laid on the back of a furry beast, who resembled a ball of fire more than anything else. His mane glinted in the artificial light, and his one good eye was looking to Cloud respectfully. He various black tattoos stood out starkly against his orangey-red fur and two thin braids of hair hung by his face, woven with beads and feathers. He stood on all four legs, his back arched like a cat's, but his face shaped like a dog's. His name fitted him perfectly: Red.
Behind him, with an ever-present cigarette hanging limply in his mouth, stood Cid Highwind. He wore his heavy, dark blue flight jacket, and a white shirt, which was stained slightly with some oil stains that refused to leave his presence. His feet were covered by a pair of brown boots, which were nearly hidden by a pair of green corduroy trousers. He swore quietly as some ash fell on his naked hands, and the tall man next to him prodded his arm in an annoyed manner.
Cid muttered back to him, and the man, Barret, flicked him with a large finger, silencing him. The bulky man wore a beige tank top, which had frayed sleeves, and a pair of baggy, brown jeans. A bracelet of pink beads, fashioned in the shapes of hearts, stood out garishly against his dark skin. It was a present from his beloved daughter Marlene, and looked quite out of place on the man. His large, black boots made an intimidating noise on the floor, as he tapped his foot impatiently.
Enthralled in a thumb-war was a handsome man named Reeve. He had shoulder length black hair, tied back in a ponytail, with a loose lock of hair irritating his brown eyes, and he had a small beard that lightly graced his chin. He wore a white shirt, sleeves rolled midway up his arms, and a pair of black trousers. The small, black and white cat sitting on his shoulder, who was wearing an adorable crown, mewed plaintively as his master won the match against the pouting ninja girl Yuffie.
Yuffie pouted and stuck her tongue out, whispering to her taller friend that he was cheating, receiving a defeating snort in return. Her hair had grown in the last year, and it had settled itself at a nice length, just past her shoulders. As she turned her head to glance meekly at the man in the corner it bobbed around her, swishing left and right. She had a colourful braid woven into it, in all her favourite colours, pinks, yellows, oranges and lime green. She wore a burgundy, high necked tank top, which had separate sleeves that hung down to her knees (A/N: Think Yuna. I didn't really know how to describe them =P). Around her legs she wore a long, matching, silky burgundy skirt, and knee length boots.
The man that she had been staring at was called Vincent. His long, dark tresses were left to frame his face wildly, and his garnet eyes glowed slightly in the shadows that they cast over his face. He had pale skin, which provided a great contrast with most of his body. His finely arched eyebrows were lowered, along with his eyes, and he was staring at his feet in a bored manner. He wore, as usual, his red bandana, and his red cape, the latter making him seem even taller than he already was. He wore his metal tipped shoes, black trousers stuck into them, and black shirt tucked into them. His relatively tight attire showed how lean he obviously was, and it made him appear somewhat frail, but nonetheless he was an intimidating man. His arms were crossed, and he was leaning against the wall, uninterested to his leader's speech. Vincent had respect for Cloud, but he never made it obvious. His artificial limb, a bronze claw, glinted in the light as he strummed the metal fingers of his other arm thoughtfully.
"Ok, we'll meet in the hotel lobby tomorrow morning. Look after your keys, or you'll be sleeping with the ghosts," Announced the spiky haired leader of AVALANCHE.
The rest of the group grumbled and ignored the warning. The eight paired up easily, shooting down different tubes. Cloud and Tifa linked arms and slid down to the 'Event Square' and Cid and Barret fought their way to the 'Battle Square', not forgetting, of course, to argue over whom went down the slide first. Red, Reeve and Cait tumbled quietly down to the 'Chocobo Square', which left a rather awkward Yuffie, and a nonchalant Vincent staring absently at different tubes. The dark man pushed himself from the wall and bid the ninja good night. She stared at him open mouthed and gasped,
"Vinnie Valentine!" The man openly shuddered at her nickname for him, " I thought you had better manners than that! Your mother would be ashamed of you!"
"What is it then, Yuffie?"
"You can't leave a girl all by herself in a frightening place like this!"
Vincent raised his eyebrow an inch.
"I see no impending threat."
"Yeah, well, the clowns could eat me!"
The ill-fated man sighed, and tapped his foot patiently, causing a tapping sound to echo through the lobby.
"Yuffie, I'm sure you're perfectly capable of going on your own."
The persistent girl clung to his arm like a limpet, before sniffing. She looked up to his face with big, puppy dog eyes, and he stared right back at her coldly.
"Pwease? Pwetty pwease?"
"Yuffie-"
"Vinnie, you can't come to a reunion with out hanging out with your friends. I'm not gonna let you stay in your room all night!"
With that she grabbed the surprised man's hand and leapt down the tube to the 'Wonder Square'. The slide was dark and long, and though it was dotted with purple lights every so often, Vincent could barely see the hand holding him, until his extra perceptive vision came into play, adjusting itself in the new light. He felt Yuffie slide under his arm, as they began to tumble down, head over heels in an ungraceful ball. Vincent flew from the end of the dark tube first, somersaulting in the air before landing in a crouched position, miraculously, on his feet. He heard his name being squealed from behind him just in time for him to catch a plummeting Yuffie in his arms. She clung to him with her eyes closed, and asked whether it was over. Vincent stood up, held her shoulders and ducked down slightly so that they were at eye level with each other.
"Dirty trick," he muttered quietly, looking at her from below a frown.
"Good one though," She mumbled back, smiling cutely.
Vincent made a slight noise to voice his displeasure, before turning back to the tubes and picking the one that led to the Ghost Hotel. Yuffie stamped her foot, yelling to the uninterested man about his stubbornness. She ran over to him and pulled him back, though she was amazed that he didn't just shrug her off and leave.
"Vinniiiieee!"
"Yuffie, you'd much prefer to be with Red and Reeve, why not go with them?"
"You're wrong! I enjoy spending time with you! You're the most fun in the whole group! Teef hasn't been the same since she started lusting over Cloud, Reeve and Red always like having 'intelligent conversation'," Yuffie crooked her fingers at this, motioning the quotation marks, " Cloud wants to make a move on Tifa, and Cid and Barret . . . Not Cid and Barret. You're the only one I can have a normal conversation with!"
She could see Vincent's stern expression begin to waver, and she smiled at him pleadingly. He bowed his head and sighed, before raising it again and shrugging, giving in. Yuffie yelped happily, locking her arms around him tightly. He untangled himself awkwardly and motioned for Yuffie to lead the way.
"Cool, and I get to play leader! This is gonna rock, right Vinnie!?"
Vincent covered his face with his claw and growled softly. He only prayed that he would come out of the situation unscathed.
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Hope you like it; this isn't gonna have a real, proper storyline, 's just gonna be a cute Yuffentine. Gold Saucer madness! I just want to thank Square for creating the Gold Saucer, as it provides a very good location for cute fics. R&R, luv joo!