I'm kind of in a rut right now for everything else, but I heard this song in a movie and I decided that it fit Yuffies' thinking after maybe Squall had insulted her one time too many. Not really fluffy or even fuzzy, but I thought it would work. Maybe I'll add more later on but for now it's a oneshot.

Disclaimer: I am such a loser. I'm using characters from Squaresoft, and a song from Liz Phair. Woohoo, go me! ::badly dancing::

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You think that I go home at night,

Take off my clothes,

Turn out the light.

But I burn letters that I write

To you

To make you love me.

He was being mean to me again. I have no idea why I love him so much, I just do. I have the cliché picture of him in my underwear drawer… I snapped it candid while he was talking to Sora one night. He's just standing there in that frame looking criminally attractive with his hair over his eyes and holding that sword tip-down at his feet. Mm…

But he's mean to me! He's insulting me, calling me weak! How dare he? I can do things that he can't! Hmph.

I wish I could make him love me. Or at least want me. Why else in the world would I traipse around a town with no sunlight wearing shorts and a halter top? I want him to notice me! I try to start speeches or letters or something to him but I never get passed, "Dammit, I love you!" It seems I can never really get anything more eloquent than that. Stupid emotions.

Yea, I drive naked through the park

Run the stop sign in the park

Sit in the street,

Yell out my heart.

To make…

To make you love me.

What doesn't he see in me, huh? What's not to like about me? Can I really be childish and weak and wimpy and whiny and too perky and pesky and… childish? I hate that word which is probably why he insists on calling me it all the time. Aerith is the only one with a full-length mirror so I sneak across to her room to take a look.

Okay, I've been cleaner.

I need a haircut.

My socks are ripped.

But I mean… under it all! I know I'm cute, dammit! Everyone tells me that I am except for Squall, but I have caught him staring at me when I'm clean. I'm not all that bad, really! I mean if I showered thoroughly more than once a week instead of just hosing off in between Heartless battles and maybe got some new socks and possibly bushed my hair on a more than monthly basis. I'm cute. I turn around and try to get a decent gander at my back, which only works halfway in each direction but two halves separately is better than nothing.

I strike a pose at the mirror, like I used to see Tifa do way back when.

Hips to the side.

Hand on the hip.

Head tilted.

Eyes are half closed.

Yea… this works.

I am extraordinary,

If you ever get to know me.

I am extraordinary!

I am just your ordinary

Average everyday sane psycho,

Supergoddess

Average everyday sane psycho.

Ah-hah! There it is. Yea. He's always telling me that I'm so useless. But I just saved his butt because he was slow! So I can't be weak—I singlehandedly killed a swarm of Wyverns! So what if I had a minor concussion and he carried me to see Aerith? It's not like the Wyverns did it—I was doing my victory dance and fell off the balcony. It was a stupid act, but it doesn't make me stupid.

Maybe he doesn't really think all those things about me. How can he, really? We're a team! I twirl a shuriken in my fingers and toss it into the air and catch it in my teeth. Lulls in Heartless activity have produced several useless talents in me.

I don't know why he thinks I'm so worthless. It isn't really true. Just because I sometimes need help doesn't mean I'm weak. It's like him—he's so cold and mean to me, sometimes downright cruel. But I think he's just afraid of his feelings. He can't really be that cruel in his heart. There's a nice guy in there somewhere, I just have to dig it out.

You may not believe in me,

But I believe in you.

So I still take the trash out—

Does that make me too normal for you?

I'll make him love me one of these days. He already loves me, maybe, just won't admit it. Once he gets to know me really well, sees parts of me that I keep to myself—not physically, of course, I'll wait for at least two weeks before I go that far—he might actually start being nicer around me. He'll find out I'm stronger than I usually act. I'm only a pest to him because I wanna know what he's moping about. I wanna know so I can help. He doesn't want it right now but he'll be happy when I've helped him.

Still… there are things that I see in myself that he doesn't see in me. There are things that other people see in me that he doesn't see in me. I'm strong. I'm smart. I'm more grown-up than I like to act, because a little immaturity once in a while can be refreshing—and necessary to maintain sanity.

I'm a ninja. I'm cool and calm and stealthy and sneaky, and I'm smart and I'm strong!

So what if I can fall up the stairs?

So what if I get hurt doing silly things?

And so shoot me if I happen to be interested in the wellbeing of Squall Leonhart, because he obviously doesn't care enough about himself to actually give a shit!

So dig a little deeper cause

You still don't get it yet.

See me lickin' my lips,

Need a primitive fix,

And I'll make,

I'll make you love me.

I'm still staring in this silly mirror but from the time I walked in, my appearance has changed a bit. I'm cleaner and my socks aren't ripped anymore. I've gotten a bit bigger, filled out almost. Like I can actually defend myself and not look like a twig in a hurricane when I got into battle. Plus I'm just plain adorable.

Not that I've actually changed. I'm just seeing my reflection differently.

So what if he insists on insulting me and trying to make me feel bad? I know it's not true, so why do I keep believing it whenever he says it?

Duh… because I love him. If it would make him love me back, I think I'd believe almost anything he told me, but I have to draw the line somewhere and this is it.

He can't keep telling me all these things and making me feel horrible. I won't allow it. I'm better than he thinks I am and he'll see it even if I have to force him to.

I'll also make him love me.

But I think first I'll make him see what I really am, instead of just crying and running away when he insults me.

I am extraordinary,

If you ever get to know me.

I am extraordinary!

I am just your ordinary

Average everyday sane psycho,

Supergoddess

Average everyday sane psycho.

And on top of that, I'm not about to let him boss me around so much anymore either! Sometimes his battle tactics don't work—like today with the Wyverns. What I had suggested would have worked, and I wouldn't have had to save him and do my victory dance on the balcony and have a concussion.

No more Miss Nice Guy for me! No more Miss Scaredy I'll-Let-You-Insult-Me-All-You-Want. And I'm not gonna let him see me crying anymore.

Okay, so I'm not a blonde sex kitten bimbo, but I'm not ugly and I can definitely bend in ways he would find attractive. He's not just gonna sit there and ignore me anymore, I'm gonna prove to him that I'm… I'm awesome!

No, I'm fucking extraordinary!

Yea, that's it! I'm extraordinary and nobody can stop me! Not even the man I happen to be obsessively in love with.

So I take a few steps away from the mirror and wink at myself for good luck. Egotistical? Yea. But better to do it and not need it, right? I might not need it now though… I have confidence.

After all—I'm extraordinary.

See me jump through hoops for you

You stand there watching me perform.

What exactly do you do?

Have you ever thought it's you that's boring?

Who the hell are you?

I'm cool and confident. I feel better, too, and I'm walking tall. If Squall doesn't see what's really here in me, then I'm gonna make him see it! And I've just gotta do the movie-ending thing and tell him exactly what I think!

I mean besides "I love you." I don't think that'll flow here anyway.

But he's gonna know eventually, and he'll be glad to know. Because by then he'll know that I'm better than he ever thought that I was.

Yea, baby, I'm on a roll here!

And I'm in luck. He's in our room, sitting on the bed and polishing the Gunblade with an old rag.

And he's shirtless.

Sexy.

But I am, too.

I am extraordinary,

If you ever get to know me.

I am extraordinary!

I am just your ordinary

Average everyday sane psycho,

Supergoddess

Average everyday sane psycho.

Suddenly I feel very insecure. But for a few minutes I take advantage of the fact that he is both topless and unaware of my presence and stare at the way his muscles flex as he goes about polishing.

If I wasn't so composed I think I'd be drooling.

But I'll tell him that I'm not gonna be a little wimp anymore. I'm gonna show my true colors, whether he likes it or not!

Average everyday sane psycho,

Supergoddess

Average everyday sane psycho.

Average everyday sane psycho,

Supergoddess

Average everyday sane psycho.

Here it goes. I finally uproot my feet and stop staring at his chest and his abs and his arms and his chest, my God, he's so fuckin' sexy.

Focus, Yuffie, focus.

I stroll right across the room and stand in front of him.

He's still polishing that stupid sword and he hasn't noticed me. It's like the sword means more to him than I do. I feel like saying, "Look at how cute I am! Your sword can't look this good, I bet!" But I don't.

"Hey, Squall!" I call him the forbidden name out of spite. He looks up at me, squints his eyes, and goes back to polishing.

Stupid, stupid man! But I love him anyway.

"I said hey!" Now I give him a shove backwards but not too hard because I know the Gunblade is sharp and I don't want either of us to get hurt because I'm being rash right now.

He looks up this time and stops polishing and those gorgeous blue eyes take my breath away, just like they always do.

"I'm extraordinary!"

Just like that.

And I walk out, real calm like. Confident.

I'm being a little cocky right now but I feel really damned good about what I've done. So I'll be as cocky as I want to.

Because I can.

"I'm extraordinary!"

Average everyday sane psycho.

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A oneshot done in an hour. Actually, for a spur of the moment thing, I think it turned out fairly well. I might add more to this, like I said, but then again, I might not. We'll see. Please review, and I'll be so happy.

After all—I'm extraordinary, too!

Think I listened to the song one too many times.

Work on UB is in progress, but really slow. I'm working on it I swear!