Tree Hugging

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Title: Tree Hugging
Characters: Sora and Yuffie Kisaragi
Location: Local park; in the early morning.
Rating: Uhh, PG/PG-13.
Summary: Sora is roped into the morning EcoFriendly Volunteer Group and Yuffie is taking her pets out for fresh air.

It all started a lazy Wednesday afternoon.

Actually...it was before school let out, so it all technically started

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Yuffie was growing increasingly irritated by the sheer amount of people crowding in around her; of course, this was a slight exaggeration as there were no more than five people within a ten feet vicinity of her person, but she was prone to do so and it was a bit discerning after the week she had spent secluded in the relative ‘safety’ of her own home.

Ha. Right, safety. .

Maybe she’d start believing in that bull when she wasn’t kidnapped from the very place at the middle of the night with no resistance meeting her abductors.

Kaden seemed slightly unhappy as well, though for different reasons, as Yuffie moodily kicked an innocent pebble out of her way with a grimace; the cat mewled for attention when the girl didn’t quite see a recently-dug hole that had been abandoned by its hardworking maker-who had undoubtedly forgotten that they’d put it there in the first place, whining and griping and groaning about the work damned-and almost got her foot stuck in it but for the last-minute swerve she made at the sound.

Satisfied with her work for the moment, the cat made a pleased sound that could roughly be translated into either Yeah, you so need me or Aren’t I such a good pet? and purred as she rubbed against her owner’s leg, tail flicking lazily over her ankles. The brunette-unable to overlook the gesture but unwilling to scold the feline after all the help she’d been-only sighed resignedly and paused to crouch, petting the aforementioned pet with a fond hand until she deemed it worthy enough and moved away with a prancing gait.

Biting back the affectionate insult that almost escaped from her lips-there were people around, and some did not take very kindly to having someone in their midst that spoke to their cat like a batshit crazy person-and dusting off her knees as she straightened, Yuffie slipped her blindfold more securely over her eyes; it wouldn’t do to have anything happen to it just yet, mostly because she wasn’t sure if she could find another one until she returned to work and-she groaned despairingly-grovel in front of Ivy for another one.

As it was, she didn’t really notice she was following her cat again until she’d taken a fair amount of steps forward to trail after the animal; nor did she notice the brunet that blocked her way until she was near enough to make out the apparent worry in his stance.

Taking in his words and raising an eyebrow-there were a lot of people around her, so he hadn’t exactly stood out, even with the spiky, gravity-defying hair working to distinguish him from the rest-with her lips pursed in a faint frown, she angled her head and glanced down; sure enough, there was the small plant, looking frail and all-too-small compared to the recently dug ground surrounding its thin trunk. A few more steps forward and she might have very well been nearly on top of it, if she hadn’t had her feet sink down an inch or two in the loose soil first.

Finally hooking the tip of a nail and a finger around the rim of the black cloth obscuring her eyes, she peered down at the brunet with a semi-apologetic light to her amber eye as she lifted the blindfold enough to be able to see out of one eye. “Sorry, kid,” she said wryly, discreetly fighting herself absentmindedly as the urge to step on the tree just to see what the general reaction would be appeared and grew once she noticed. “There’s a lot of people around; makes me jumpy, what with all the noise, and the closeness ain’t really helping me much, either.”

Kaden took this moment to make her reappearance; the cat seemed pleased with herself as she sauntered back jauntily with a happy curl to her lips, tail trailing along the ground with apparent lack of concern of getting dirty. Proclaiming her arrival with a short mrew and a playful swipe to Yuffie’s shoes-or, in more detail, her shoelaces; the brunette scowled lightly at that, but even that was only because the cat’d almost used her nails-the feline seated herself beside her owner’s feet with a blank glance at the ‘newcomer’. She blinked owlishly, once, twice, at his appearance, before apparently deeming him either uninteresting or undeserving and looking away curiously.