Welcome to my Final Fantasy Drabble section! These are (as the description says) a random compilation of Character Studies, AU, "what-if" and definition fics. Please Review and Enjoy!

When Yuffie saw the foot fly out in front of her, two thoughts immediately went through her head. The first: I should just avoid it and get out of here to avoid trouble. The second: what fun would that be?

So, she let herself fall over the foot and let, pretending to hurt her knee in the process (being a ninja, she knew how to fall so she didn’t hurt herself, and had known since she’d been six).

“Hey, you,” she looked back up at the punk, probably four or five years younger than she was come walking up. “You hurt my foot! The least you could do is say ‘sorry’!”

“Yeah,” another boy wearing a hoodie and beanie walked up beside the first one, followed by two girls and a third (very large) guy, each of them wearing a bright yellow color either on their head or arm. “And maybe something to compensate for the damage,” he continued.

One of the girls stepped forward, brushing the long hair on the half of her head that hadn’t been shaven to reveal dark make-up in spirals along one side of her face. “Actually,” she sneered, “you HAVE to compensate…or we’ll take it from you.”

‘Play the part’, Yuffie thought, trying to hide an amused expression. “W-what kind of compensation?” she asked softly. She knew she didn’t look intimidating, as her rather short frame, and lack of visible weapons usually ether got her lost in a crowd very easily or slammed a large neon sign over her head that said “pick on me” when crowds were absent.

“She is kind of cute,” the tall guy who had a black t-shirt, and what looked like some sort of home-made armor on his shoulders, elbows and fists commented in a very loud whisper. ‘Kind of?’ Yuffie bristled slightly at his statement.

The first guy nodded, his light-colored dreadlocks bouncing around with the movement. “Well, you can either pay us back with gil…or your body.”

In a flash, she’d stood up and had practically appeared next to the first boy’s side. “I’ll take the second option,” she whispered in his ear, right before she hit three of his pressure points in less than two seconds, dropping him like a rock.

For several seconds, the others in the little gang stared at her in shock, before they yelled out some sort of code word and rushed at her. She took the remaining four out easily, and turned to face the next of the hoard of people who had started to pour out from the surrounding buildings.

“Well,” she said to herself as she knocked about her fifteenth person unconscious and used their falling body as a pivot point to jam her foot into the knees of the person directly behind them, “I guess that’s Edge for you.”

Fifteen minutes later, she walked happily out of the alley-way, wondering how in the world the new generation of thieves could stand up for themselves. She’d only gotten a pouch and a half full of material from the lot of them, although they’d had a fair amount of gil.

“What’s the world coming to?” she asked herself, shaking her head and taking off in the direction of Tifa’s bar.