Chapter 3: The Puppet
Notice: This chapter is short.
The shinobi stomped forward, enraged by Vincet's spying. The nerve of him! What the hell was wrong with him! Thoughts, strange thoughts, filled her, every now and then a random, off topic thought would appear. Like, did I turn off the coffee pot? This happens all the time to people who are upset. You know, you just think of things. Your mind is not in one place, but in many. But the majority of her focus was on Vincent and his strange actions. "Peeping" or "Spying", was way off character for Vincent. He was the dark, uncaring type. Only speaking when needing too or have being spoken too. He was the kind of person you would not see unless you were looking specificly for him. A shadow, if you will.
The night grew colder, and the moon and stars seemed to vanish to where she couldn't see in front of her, "Damn clouds..." she hissed under her toung, she was blind as a bat! She couldn't see two steps in front of her! Why wern't the street lights on? Just what was- "So you are the one they speak of." the voice did not travel through her ears, but through her mind. She had heard it inside your thoughts, as if someone else was doing the thinking for her. Yuffie instinctivly drew 3 throwing stars from a pouch on her left thigh.
"Curious, you do not look very powerful." she couldn't think! She was spinning left and right, trying to find something or someone until she came across a boy. Not a small boy, mind you, but a large male, who looked to be about her age. 15, maybe 16. He was dressed in Male Wutai Ninja clothing. Thin black cloth covering his torso, pouches that ran up and down his legs. But their was one differance, his Shuriken was enormous! It stretched out past his arms. "No..." his lips did not move, and she stood frozen. Move, move, move, move! She called inside herself over and over. Her arms would twitch, but nothing more. She was frightend, very frightend.
"No..." he repeated, "You are far too agressive to be only a puppet."
He moved closer until he was eye to eye with her. He seemed to examine Yuffie, gripping her chin with his hand and moving her face from side to side, as if wanting to approve of something. He shrugged and lay his arms steadily by his sides. "But I suppose you will have to do." Her breathing was unsteady, gasping in and out, as what usualy happens in time of panic. He faded, and with him went the darkness and the cold. The night was beautiful, the stars were shining, the moon was beaming.
And in the middle of it all stood a terrified girl, unable to move.