Theft

The Tether

He thinks it's a little charming that she would go out of her way to rescue him on a hover-craft, despite the persisting fact that she is indisputably motion sick. She lurches forward, gagging noise rising from her throat over the sound of the explosion. Her pallid cheek finds some semblance of comfort on the corporeal surface of the hover-craft.

His mind drifts; he tries rationalizing what he had witnessed before the outbreak of pandemonium. His jaw tightens at the implications.

A single sentence tethers him back. "The things I do for you, Vincent Valentine," Yuffie musters feebly, voice nearly lost in the rumble. The meaning, however, is not lost on him.

A/N: Had a spell where I was completely, utterly enamored with Yuffentine. The aftermath left me with lots of unfinished scraps of pieces. I will be posting unrelated installments sporadically. Thank you for reading! And apologies for the brevity of this and future works. Hope you enjoyed.