Night 44: West Wing, South Hall 1-B
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Yuffie kept close to the wall, footsteps swift and near silent. Her flashlight felt awkward and bulky in her left hand. It'd be totally useless to her until she hit the File Room, since she had absolutely no intention of turning it on unless she had to.
The darkness was as comforting as it was nerve-wracking. After that… After that thing with Nero, deep down in the depths of Mako Reactor 0, a simple absence of light felt like a really dumb thing to be scared of. Yuffie prided herself on being fearless, and no jerkass bondage boy with a brother complex was gonna change that. … Not that she'd ever been afraid of the dark! She was a master ninja, and ninja didn't do nightlights.
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Yuffie kept close to the wall, footsteps swift and near silent. Her flashlight felt awkward and bulky in her left hand. It'd be totally useless to her until she hit the File Room, since she had absolutely no intention of turning it on unless she had to.
The darkness was as comforting as it was nerve-wracking. After that… After that thing with Nero, deep down in the depths of Mako Reactor 0, a simple absence of light felt like a really dumb thing to be scared of. Yuffie prided herself on being fearless, and no jerkass bondage boy with a brother complex was gonna change that. … Not that she'd ever been afraid of the dark! She was a master ninja, and ninja didn't do nightlights.
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