AN: All things must come to an end; everyone knows that. So here it is, the final chapter of "The Ramblings of Yuffie" Warning, Yuffentine fluff towards the end!

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It all comes down to this: me, the turkey, and the Sephiroth wannabes.

….I'm so screwed.

No! Come on Yuffie; pull it together man!

….or woman.

…..or ninja.

….or clinically insane.

Now, what was that man-woman's name? Ah yes, Yazoo. Lessee, and the muscle-head was Loz. Oh shit! They're walking towards us! Uh oh, now Reno's fighting with that weirdo Loz and Yazoo...Holy crap! He almost shot me! Dude, that was so not citizen-like.

"Maybe you should concentrate on me, rather than that book, hmm?"

There's nothing wrong with expressing your wonderful and deep, emotional feelings-gah! Stop doing that! Huh? What's that vrooming noise-

…How did I suddenly get on the back of a motorcycle? Hey wait, dorky sleeveless, black sweater, pierced ears, a big sword that's got to be got to be a hint for something, and hair that reminds me of a chocobo. It's Spikey! He's looking back at me, no wait. He's looking behind me…

Holy transsexual stripper!

They're following us! And on another note, on much cooler motorcycles. But then again, Cloud's can hold all those freaky swords. Damn, why must I always be chased by incredibly sexy men?

…Best not to answer that….

Oh man! They're shooting at us again. Great, no sign of the turkey either. Guess he got his butt whooped. Oh well. His loss.

"Yuffie! Stop writing in that journal and block some of their bullets!" All right! Don't yell at me Spikey! Hey, I blocked one! My Conformer's stronger than I thought. I didn't know it could actually stand up to bullets.

"…..Oh shit…" Hmm? Did you say something Spikey? I don't see anything else coming-

NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! BAD! BAD! BAD!

Some other bike is heading straight for us and whoever it is has that perfect looking silver hair. Oh crap! We're be sandwiched like a PB and J!

Oh my God! Cloud just got hit three times! He looks pale…and his eyes are closing! Shit man! If he falls unconscious, I have to drive! And now the other guy's going to hit us-

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Yep, I'm so dead.

No, literally, I think I'm dead.

Okay, so maybe I'm not…

Actually, when we were fixing to get smashed into pieces, I remembered my Bahamut materia that I stole BACK from Vinny after that fiasco in Rocket Town. That's right, I saved me and Cloud's asses. Heheh. He's not too happy about that fact either. We're in the seventh heaven right now; those freaky silver haired guys got away too.

Tifa's fussing with Cloud's wounds; he's blushing. Ugh, damn lovebirds. Anyway, I've got some bad news: I'm almost out of paper! Yeah, Yuffie's great journal, gone!

Finished!

Full!

Completely stuffed!

I know; it's horrible isn't it? Hmm, Vinny just walked in. He's walking this way…and staring at my arm. Oh, it's bleeding? Yazoo must've shot me. Huh? No, you don't have to bandage it! Crap, I can feel myself blushing, not to mention the fact that I'm almost out of paper. Well, I guess this is goodbye….

I leave you with these final words:

"Plastic daggers can hurt."

This has been ramblings of Yuffie.

See yah later monkeys!

Yuffie Kisagari.

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"Owie…" Yuffie quietly muttered, applying more pressure to the continuing flow of blood leaking out of her injury. The bullet had fortunately passed all the way through her left arm, but nonetheless, still pained the young ninja greatly. Her deep, chocolate colored eyes silently gazed down at the leather bound book laying next to her on the roof of the Seventh Heaven. The corners of her soft, rosy lips curled up into a joyful smile, despite the burning sensations spreading up her arm like a wildfire. A harsh, bitter wind ripped through the large, bulky town of Midgar and Yuffie could not calm the loud chattering of her pearly white teeth, nor the shuddering of her long, thin arms.

Instantly, a large, heavy, warm material was draped over her shaking form. She blinked, tilting her chin upward. Her eyes met a pair of slim, crimson ones. Yuffie could feel her whole body blush in embarrassment, as Vincent seated himself next to her. Since his cloak was gone –currently covering her own body, of course- she could easily see his handsome, pale features. 'Ack! What are you doing Yuffie? This is Vinny for crying out loud!' she thought frantically. She muttered shy a reply of thanks. Suddenly, the hand that she had been pressing the cloth against her arm with was removed, and the slim fingers of Vincent took its place, gently cleaning the wound with another cloth he had brought out.

Yuffie glared, pouting childishly. "I'm NOT a kid, you know." Vincent chuckled, letting another one of his rare smiles break through; Yuffie's heart melted. He ripped a strip of bandages from the roll he brought out.

"I know that. But, I wish to help you, Yuffie." Yuffie blinked once more, watching as Vincent's eyes trailed down to her forgotten journal. Sighing, he reached behind him, and pulled something from his back. "It looked as if you were out of paper in there so-ack!" Vincent cried out very uncharacteristically, landing with a thud as he Yuffie entrapped him in a hug.

"Thank you Vampy!" Vincent smiled, carefully prying the ninja from his neck. He flipped to his feet, staring wistfully up at the sky. Moonlight seemed to only light up their spot and no one else's.

"I think I'll head inside for now." Yuffie grinned, hugging the journal tightly.

"Righty-o!" He quietly slipped from her side and down the ladder, leaving the hyper teen to herself. She suddenly frowned, noticing that Vincent had left his cloak. She shrugged, opening her new journal. Yuffie paused. With shaking fingers, she grasped the blood, red rose tightly in her fingers, snaking it from its confounds in the new book. "A rose? But why?"

Then the truth sunk in.

Swallowing loudly, she pulled the rose to her chest; her face was the color of a tomato. Roses were beautiful…but didn't a red one signify…love? Shaking, she grasped the pen in her hand, and wrote her first excerpt.

Guess who's back baby?

THE END!