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Entry tags: | challenge: roads_diverged, fandom: ffvii, genre: au, pairing: vy, post: wip, rated: t |
[Final Fantasy VII] [Theme 40/50] [Rated T] Happy Endings
Title: Happy Endings
Fandom/Pairing: Final Fantasy VII; Vincent/Yuffie
Rating: ESRB Rating of T for Teen < violence, language >
Summary: For roads_diverged. Today is officially the worst day of Yuffie Kisaragi's life: now, in addition to her deadhead dad, she's got a crazy boarder living in her dojo.
Notes: WIP
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Ever felt that spark when somebody touches you, and it's not static electricity? That jolt of sex and something else, trilling up and down your spine. It charges you with something, makes you half jump out of your skin.
It's funny what that jolt can do to people. How far they'll go to keep it. What they'll think it means.
But it's even funnier when they're right.
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My dad is a chronic womanizer. Every week, it's a new woman in the house. He's never found a woman to match my mom and I'm not sure he knows he's looking. I got used to it a long time ago, once I moved out of his place.
This week, the new woman was a blonde in a crimson dress with high heels and thigh highs. And that was casual wear. She had a voice like an electric sushi saw that had been chain-smoking Gold Chocobo cigarettes for fifteen years.
I didn't know any of that when I saw the three pairs of shoes by the door of my dad's quaint little condo. I saw a pair of red stilettos and nearly walked out to my car, except Godo's shoes were the ugly penny loafers with the tassels, and I didn't recognize the other shoes, a pair of black boots with thick cruciform buckles. From the kitchen, I heard a woman's murmuring laughter and the sound of metal against metal.
I took a deep breath, rolled my eyes for good measure, and walked into the kitchen.
And there they were. My father was frying something in his biggest wok, which meant he had to constantly scoot whatever was in there around with his metal cooking chopsticks. The blonde had her hair up in a messy bun. The bun even had perfect little ringlets escaping it.
But the one my eyes were glued to was the third figure. He was gorgeous—I catalogued a sharp, fragile-looking face, a thick fall of long, dark hair, cutting, intense eyes—and he was looking right back at me.
I managed to keep myself from stamping and howling at the moon, put my hands on my hips, and said, "Hey old man, aren't you going to introduce me?"
Godo glowered behind his goatee. He gave up the ghost pretty quickly, though, rolling his eyes and gesturing with the giant cooking chopsticks. "Scarlet, Vincent, this is my daughter, Yuffie. Yuffie, meet Scarlet and Vincent Valentine."
Vincent Valentine. It was the perfect name for somebody like him. He simply raised a single perfect eyebrow and gave me a slight nod. It's pretty depressing that it all started so simply. So boring.
But the truth is, the way I see it, there wasn't any chemistry between us at first. It took us a little while to get used to each other.
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Thank Leviathan that Scarlet didn't stick around too long. The instant she figured out that Godo had a kid who wasn't going to stand for some gold-digger hanging around her dad, she was out of there.
Soon as dinner was done, she gave an awful, trilling kya ha ha cackle and stood up. "Well, Vincent, I'm glad to see that you'll get along with your host family. I leave you in their capable hands."
Host family? We'd gotten all through dinner without discussing how Dad knew these people. And there'd been no mention of any kind of "host family" deal.
I upended my empty water glass to try and catch the last drop, then set it back down on the table and looked expectantly at Godo. He sighed. "I agreed to accept Vincent as a boarder."
That didn't make any sense. "Old man," I said, "you live in a teeeeeeeeeeeeenytiny condo."
He beamed. "That's why he's going to stay in the dojo!"
It took everything I had not to bean him with my rice bowl right then and there. Once I managed to scoot the rice bowl away from myself without throwing it at the crazy old fart, I was tempted to lift our entire dinner table and hit him with it. I managed not to do that either.
Once I'd gotten my face, hands, and carving knife under control, I looked over at his stupid beaming face. "Pops, I live there."
"You have the master suite. Vincent can sleep in the spare room."
The carving knife very nearly lifted itself off the table and went through my old man, but I slammed it back down just in time. I had to slap my left hand over my right wrist to make sure I didn't get the murder craving again.
"Dad," I said very calmly and, unfortunately, neither pointedly nor while beating him with a shovel, "the spare room is for students if they need to stay over."
Godo just leaned back and grinned.