[191 - One Liner] Three Small Words

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Challenge: [191 - One Liner]
Title: Three Small Words
Word Count: 597
Notes: In just under the wire (I hope)! Yuffie tries to be serious long enough to tell the man she loves that she loves him. Oh, this should be interesting.

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One line. One friggin’ line. And not even a whole line, like in a play where you have to remember pages and pages of stuff! Three words, that’s all, and then done. Finished. Finito. Say g’night Gracie.

 

Who the hell was Gracie, anyway?

 

Ack! Getting off-topic. Focus. Focus, focus, focus. Focusfocusfocusfocusfocusfocusfocus… ooh, shiny!

 

No, focus! Ignoring shiny thing. Even though it’s shiny and cool and… totally NOT IMPORTANT RIGHT NOW! Maintain focus. You’ve been building up to this. Remember all that time at the bathroom mirror? You actually practised this, and that was embarrassing enough, so move those feet and get the hell on with it. Put yourself out of your misery already.

 

Um, I mean myself. Don’t I?

 

Does this count as schizophrenia?

 

Of course, if it was so simple I would’ve done it ages ago, but somehow it was always easier to say something else. I opened my mouth, all ready and primed and totally P-S-Y-C-H-E-D, but instead I’d get “There’s a Heartless behind you!” or “Duck unless you want a shuriken in your head!” or “Shit, that’s a lot of blood!” Y’know, needless little non-sequiturs like that.

 

Yes, I know what a non-sequitur is. No, seriously, I do!

 

…Schizophrenia might be putting it lightly.

 

But not now. Right now, this second, this very moment in time, I’m gonna march in there and say it. Truly. Honest. No lie. Absolutely, one-hundred-percent truthful. Uh-huh. Yup.

 

Aerith said it’s my turn to do the dishes. Maybe I should do that first.

 

Coward!

 

Yeah, so?

 

Not usually a coward. Usually too reckless for my own good. That’s what he says: “You’re too reckless for your own good.” Generally when I’ve just finished saving his ass, too. He thinks if it’s anyone else it’s fine for him to throw himself into the Jaws of Danger to save them, but when it’s his life on the line everyone’s supposed to run away and cower like itty-bitty mice where it’s safe. Shyeahright. And when I don’t (because I’m my own person, a modern woman who don’t take no patriarchal crap from nobody, no how, nu-uh, sing is sistah!) he gets all ‘grr’ and insulting.

 

Why am I in love with him again?

 

Because of how my tummy fizzes when he walks into a room. Because of how his hair flops in his eyes. Because of how he holds a gunblade like an extension of his arm. Because of how he says my name. Because he treats everyone, king or commoner, the same way. Because I know that no matter what immature shit I pull, how annoying I am, or how much trouble I cause, he’d still step between me and an enemy in a heartbeat. Because of a million things that make me sound like one of those pathetic romance novel heroines, and because I can’t bring myself to be ashamed of that, even though it’s even more embarrassing than when I fell asleep on the roof and upended myself in a rain barrel.

 

There he is. Suck it up, girl. One line. Just one. Not too hard, right?

 

“What do you want?”

 

Three words, that’s all.

 

“Have you finished the dishes?”

 

Just three!

 

“Look, I’m really busy. Tell me what you want and then go away.”

 

Doitdoidoitdoit!

 

“Yuffie-”

 

“You smell like cheese!”

 

Damn.

 

“What? Hey, come back!”

 

People think I’m random. I can’t really blame them. Thing is, half the time I’m not trying to be funny, or lightening the mood like they assume. I’m just trying to get out my line, and finding new ways to fail each time.

Comments

[at-splicken.livejournal.com]

Oh man, I love this. You like, climbed right into her head.
and because I can’t bring myself to be ashamed of that, even though it’s even more embarrassing than when I fell asleep on the roof and upended myself in a rain barrel. I like that, it makes what could potentially be a mushy kind of rant into something real. Last line is killer, too.

[iki-teru.livejournal.com]

I was wondering if you were going to enter this week! I'm so glad you did! Poor Yuffie, I couldn't help but smile at her inner turmoil and really this would explain so much about Yuffie's behavior! Absolutely lovely job (as always)

[greedchan.livejournal.com]

I'll admit I read this on my cell phone xD;
It was so cute! :3 xD I love her schizo ways.
Also, Yuffie egging herself on is adorable. :3
Anyway, good job and good luck! 8D