I am awful. I shouldn't be starting another story, I already have another one on hiatus and another one going, but I'm stuck on that and I'm in no mood for a drabble folder entry. This is just an idea bouncing around in my head, and I'm unsure on continuing it. I guess I'll decide on your reviews. This is going to be a Yuffentine, even though there is no mention of Vincent in this chapter. He'll show up later, I presume.
Anyway, read and review on whether I should keep with this idea, and I'll get back to you. I know this idea is over-abused, but this one is going to be different, I swear.


I feel the pressure building up inside my head
I feel the distance drowning me in my own sweat
Cause I need the cold now
It's my turn to roll out all the stops
And show that I know where I have to go


It was to be expected, she supposed, that she'd end up here sooner or later. Sure, she might've had a few issues, but what of it? It wasn't her fault everything was so damn funny.

Why couldn't they understand that?

Okay, maybe she did overreact to everything. Maybe she laughed a little too much at the wrong times, and maybe she cried a little too much at the wrong times, but that wasn't so bad. Neither was the fact that she couldn't help when she laughed or when she cried, and she couldn't control it either. So what if it sometimes felt like someone was holding a switch and flicking it between those two emotions? Was it really bad enough to lock her in a mental asylum?

Apparently so.

She smiled wryly to herself as she stared blankly at the door, hands clasped in her lap. Of course her father would think she was nuts, he couldn't understand anything that didn't involve materia or work. The old man hadn't even bothered to try solve the issue; he had just thrown her towards the nearest nut house and told them she was crazy.

Maybe she was, maybe she wasn't, but that's not the point here.

The point is, she wasn't all that surprised.

Honestly.

And she hadn't even told them about the voices.

They had just started appearing one day, out of the blue. At first, she could only hear voices, but she was okay with that. They weren't saying anything mean or something she should question, so she left them to their own devices. As long as they kept out of her way, she kept out of theirs.

Sometimes, though, they turned up in person. They kept her company, because no one else would. After all, who wanted to be around a girl who couldn't control her emotions?

But they didn't seem to mind. The imaginary people, that is. She knew they weren't real to other people, only her, so she never told anyone, let alone her father. God knows what he'd make of that snippet of information.

So every day she would excuse herself from her father, and she would run upstairs and lock herself in her room. She'd spend all day with her imaginary friends, and then she would spend all night listening to the voices. They were soothing in a way that real people weren't. According to her, real people sucked.

She still sticks by that, by the way.

So, it was all thanks to real people that she had been shoved into some plain, white and blue room and expected her to lie down and do as she was told. She couldn't though, even if she wanted to. Her imaginary friends told her to keep her spirits up, and so she would. No matter what.

There was a soft tap at the door, shaking her out of her thoughts. No, she shouldn't dwell on her good for nothing father.

The door softly swung open, a young woman in her early twenties gently stepping into view. She smiled softly, closing the door behind her.

"Good morning, Yuffie. Did you sleep well?"

No. She didn't get to hear the voices last night.

"Yes."

"That's good," she smiled again, reaching behind her ear to grab the pen sitting there. She sat down on the end of Yuffie's bed, pulling out a small clipboard.

"My name is Tifa, and I'm going to be your nurse."

Yuffie supposed that kind of role fitted Tifa, she had a kind of motherly air that made one instantly want to like her.

"Okay."

"Alright. So, it says here you are from Wutai, and you're nineteen years old?" Yuffie nodded in reply, causing Tifa to duck her head and scribble something onto the paper. "It also says… you have never been to school?" She nodded again, her bangs falling in her eyes. She quickly brushed them back, just in time to see Tifa hum to herself with a nod. "Okay, this all checks out. It seems you have an appointment today with the head councilor, I advise you prepare yourself."

Yuffie stared at her blankly, before glancing down at her regulatory white shirt and pants. She was dressed, what more did she need? Tifa chuckled slightly, before slowly shaking her head.

"Forget what I said last; just be ready for when he arrives."

Yuffie nodded slowly, watching Tifa give her one last smile as she exited the room. She liked Tifa, and she supposed she was lucky to get a nurse she didn't mind. Absently, she scratched at her head, wondering what she was supposed to do.

"Well well, this is a bit plain now, isn't it?" A voice from behind her said, causing Yuffie to smile in relief. She was worried they weren't gonna show up anymore.

"Axel!" She spun around quickly, grabbing the man and pulling him into a crushing hug.

"Woah, now. Ease up, squirt. I'm not going anywhere," he laughed in response, patting her head.

"I just thought… that maybe you weren't gonna come see me anymore," she sniffed, wiping at her eyes. Then, before she knew it, more tears slowly followed, before they began accelerating in frequency and quantity, leaving her shaking and gasping for air as she sobbed into her hands she had plastered onto her face. Then, as quickly as it had started, it stopped.

"Well, that's certainly noteworthy," a voice she hadn't heard before said, causing her to spin around in alarm. A sturdy man no older than thirty stood at the door, his arms folded across his chest. His dark eyes – blue, she supposed – and black hair reminded her of someone she had seen once, but couldn't quite put her finger on it. He gave a small chuckle as he uncrossed his arms, holding out his hand.

"I'm Angeal Hewley, and you must be Yuffie Kisaragi," he greeted her, watching as she slowly stuck her hand out and latched onto his, giving it a soft shake.

"Damn straight," she deadpanned, shifting so she could sit back down on her bed. He didn't respond to her comment, instead pulling out the clipboard he had earlier and examining it.

"So, I'm sure you are aware of why you are here. What we would like to know is why, so we can effectively help you and return you to your previous home," he said, getting straight to the point. She liked that.

"Cause I'm nuts," she smiled widely, swinging her legs. He shook his head slowly, a small sigh escaping his lips.

"Yes, I'm aware of that since this is a mental asylum," he huffed, causing Yuffie to giggle. "What we would like to know is why you're considering yourself nuts, as you say."

"Oh, well if you say it that way," she giggled again, her eyes widening when she realized she couldn't stop. Suddenly, the laughter was getting a whole lot louder and a whole lot stronger, causing her to double over as tears formed in her eyes. She was nearly in hysterics, but she suddenly felt a lot calmer and collected, and the laugher stopped. Just like that.

He raised an eyebrow in response to her outburst, scribbling something down on his clipboard.

"I assume you had no control over that?"

Yuffie nodded slowly, twisting her hands in her lap. Axel patted her shoulder comfortingly, whispering words of encouragement.

"I see. Well, I don't think I'm the right person for you," he said slowly, looking her in the eye. She felt a lump rise in her throat, but she ignored it. He wasn't the first to say that. "But, luckily, I know someone that is."