10_au 12 - High School or Sensei 「Final Fantasy VII; Vincent/Yuffie」
Title: (Class)ify
Rated: PG-13
Warnings: Crack. AU, het, maybe angst? It’s more humor (or stupidity) than that, though…
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Challenge: 10_au
Prompt: 12 - High School or Sensei
Spoilers: This is totally AU, but utilizes various elements of the FF7 ’verse. Mainly random (insignificant!) details and characters from Dirge of Cerberus -Final Fantasy VII-.
Pairings: Yuffie Kisaragi + Vincent Valentine, slight Vincent Valentine + Lucrecia Crescent
Summary: Yuffie hates clichés, especially when she’s living one.
Author's Notes: Yes, the dreaded High School AU. But I just could not resist torturing these two some more… And I hope it doesn’t seem like I’m bashing Shelke; because, really, I do like her.
Disclaimer: All things Final Fantasy VII (in all of its incarnations) belong to Square-Enix. Grassy only lays claim to the plot.
If there was one literary whosawhatsit that Yuffie hated, it was a cliché. Puns, while annoying, were tolerable. Similes, metaphors, and the like she could handle, but just a single cliché had the Wutaian teenager gritting her teeth in irritation.
So, even more than hating a cliché used in the literary sense, to have one used in the literal sense… To have one pertain to herself, no less…
It was intolerable. And there was nothing Yuffie could do to change things. No matter what action she took, she would still be the subject of a cliché.
The reason, one Vincent Valentine. Valentine-sensei, who had taken over Rui-sensei’s history class when the woman had gone on leave due to a family emergency. Tall, dark hair that covered one of his molten red eyes, introverted personality - all those things that added up to a clichéd “romantic interest.” Stereotypical brooding beauty, untouchable due to his position as teacher as well as one Lucrecia Crescent.
Lucrecia Crescent - Valentine-sensei’s unrequited love - had the distinct position of being the uber-creepy Hojo-sensei’s wife, in addition to being the school nurse. (As testament to Hojo-sensei’s creepiness, Yuffie kept her science grades just low enough to not qualify for the man’s advanced courses. Not even her father’s rages over her lackluster grades could change her mind.)
Yet another cliché. Wonderful.
Twirling a pencil through a lock of her short hair, Yuffie kept her gaze on the lecturing teacher. Compared to Valentine-sensei, Highwind-sensei - or Cid, as the man preferred to be called - was nothing out of the ordinary. True, his fairer coloring was different, but he acted like any other former military grunt she’d met. Rough and tumble, coarse language, and severe hate-on for all things ShinRa… Oh, yeah. Typical.
If I had to fall for a teacher, why couldn’t it have been Cid or even Tuesti-rijichou? It’s worse than falling for one’s arch-rival. And, by Leviathon’s scales, I wouldn’t touch that brat Shelke unless it was with the business end of my shuriken!
A bored sigh, a few hastily scribbled notes, and Yuffie’s eyes settled on the clock in the classroom. Almost time for…
Stupid unrequited crush. Stupid, way too beautiful man. Stupid rules against teacher/student relations.
Stupid cliché.
The End
Rated: PG-13
Warnings: Crack. AU, het, maybe angst? It’s more humor (or stupidity) than that, though…
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Challenge: 10_au
Prompt: 12 - High School or Sensei
Spoilers: This is totally AU, but utilizes various elements of the FF7 ’verse. Mainly random (insignificant!) details and characters from Dirge of Cerberus -Final Fantasy VII-.
Pairings: Yuffie Kisaragi + Vincent Valentine, slight Vincent Valentine + Lucrecia Crescent
Summary: Yuffie hates clichés, especially when she’s living one.
Author's Notes: Yes, the dreaded High School AU. But I just could not resist torturing these two some more… And I hope it doesn’t seem like I’m bashing Shelke; because, really, I do like her.
Disclaimer: All things Final Fantasy VII (in all of its incarnations) belong to Square-Enix. Grassy only lays claim to the plot.
If there was one literary whosawhatsit that Yuffie hated, it was a cliché. Puns, while annoying, were tolerable. Similes, metaphors, and the like she could handle, but just a single cliché had the Wutaian teenager gritting her teeth in irritation.
So, even more than hating a cliché used in the literary sense, to have one used in the literal sense… To have one pertain to herself, no less…
It was intolerable. And there was nothing Yuffie could do to change things. No matter what action she took, she would still be the subject of a cliché.
The reason, one Vincent Valentine. Valentine-sensei, who had taken over Rui-sensei’s history class when the woman had gone on leave due to a family emergency. Tall, dark hair that covered one of his molten red eyes, introverted personality - all those things that added up to a clichéd “romantic interest.” Stereotypical brooding beauty, untouchable due to his position as teacher as well as one Lucrecia Crescent.
Lucrecia Crescent - Valentine-sensei’s unrequited love - had the distinct position of being the uber-creepy Hojo-sensei’s wife, in addition to being the school nurse. (As testament to Hojo-sensei’s creepiness, Yuffie kept her science grades just low enough to not qualify for the man’s advanced courses. Not even her father’s rages over her lackluster grades could change her mind.)
Yet another cliché. Wonderful.
Twirling a pencil through a lock of her short hair, Yuffie kept her gaze on the lecturing teacher. Compared to Valentine-sensei, Highwind-sensei - or Cid, as the man preferred to be called - was nothing out of the ordinary. True, his fairer coloring was different, but he acted like any other former military grunt she’d met. Rough and tumble, coarse language, and severe hate-on for all things ShinRa… Oh, yeah. Typical.
If I had to fall for a teacher, why couldn’t it have been Cid or even Tuesti-rijichou? It’s worse than falling for one’s arch-rival. And, by Leviathon’s scales, I wouldn’t touch that brat Shelke unless it was with the business end of my shuriken!
A bored sigh, a few hastily scribbled notes, and Yuffie’s eyes settled on the clock in the classroom. Almost time for…
Stupid unrequited crush. Stupid, way too beautiful man. Stupid rules against teacher/student relations.
Stupid cliché.
The End