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September 06, 2005
One Man's Trash (by Icca)
When I get home, my book bag is more full of little prizes from my day than with books. Except on days when I go to the library, of course. (Come to think of it, I haven't seen an overdue notice in a while. Have they finally given up?)
Dad thinks it's funny and calls it a phase. My older brother calls me crazy. I think they're just jealous.
The walls of my bedroom are lined floor-to-ceiling with shelves filled past capacity full of my treasures that I've collected throughout my school career. Most of it is made up of trinkets; pencils, erasers, candy, playing cards, Magic cards... that sort of thing. But there's a lot of good stuff there, too. I've got calculators, homeworks, text books, stuffed animals, a Black Lotus card, jewelry, and about ten special piggy banks I use for lifted lunch money.
Everything was sorted once, but I don't need to sort it anymore. I know where everything is and how long I've had it. Unfortunately, I've started to forget where they each came from. That's what the labels are for, but I can only nick a moderate amount at a time from Professor Reeve before even he starts to notice.
The labeling is slow going, as there's a lot of information I want to remember about each object, and sometimes it takes quite a while before I can jog my memory to remember who I nicked what from. Some are easy, of course. The cigarettes are from Highwind – I keep those carefully hidden away or Dad would blow a gasket – and the protractor is from Shera. Some are harder. Which money came from who? Most from Sephiroth, of course (and I'm not really concerned who he beat up to get the money. I only care about who I bested to acquire it.)
With great ceremony, I place my newly labeled trophies in their new homes and take a moment to mourn the failure of grabbing Cloud's cell phone. I'll get it eventually, though. I always manage get the things that really catch my eye. Just you wait, Cloud. It's just a matter of time.
Posted by Cendrillo at September 6, 2005 09:43 PM
Comments
HAHA! Is Cloud's cell phone the next trinket, or is it Cloud himself? I love the ending. I can picture Yuffie's room stuffed with shelves of little shiney things. (I can also picture her nicking stuff from Reeve. Easily.)
And I know it's been said over and over and over, but Icca, your Yuffie rules my little world.
Posted by: seventhe at September 6, 2005 10:11 PM
The Yuffie is love and love is Yuffie.
Can't help but love the little klepto.
~Cendri
Posted by: Cendrillo at September 6, 2005 10:20 PM
"A Black Lotus Card." O_O I play Magic, I understand this. Wow. GO Yuffie.
She's so . . .Yuffie! She takes things, but doesn't neccessarily use them like everyone thinks she is. It's like she's trying to slow down time, give herself a chance to remember everything that ever happened. EVER.
And that, too, is very Yuffie. Things always seem to move so quickly around her she'd HAVE to catalogue it somehow. Her life and the lives of others . . . it's just awesome how you showed that she isn't just a kleptomaniac.
Love it, Icca!
Posted by: Quela at September 6, 2005 10:44 PM
ZOMG Yuffie and the klepto and the Cloud and the wonderfullness. This is PERFECT.
Posted by: drakonlily at September 6, 2005 10:59 PM