Fate is a bitch, really. If it weren't for bad luck, you'd have no luck at all.
As the titanic ninja launched herself onto the bed, you managed to brace yourself by grabbing one of the rope-like laces of her boot. Before you could mentally pat yourself on the back for this feat of endurance though, Yuffie snags the heel of her boot with the toe of her other foot and sends the footwear flying. Your body goes spinning through the air with the renegade boot and with each revolution your grip on the lace weakens.
Soon your fingers slip, you utter a tiny yelp of fear, frightened that you would end up a smear on one of the harsh metallic walls of the airship. You close your eyes and wait for the painful end...
...which doesn't come, you landed on something soft, and warm. As you took a deep breath to mentally bring yourself back to this world, you noticed there was also an unpleasant scent hanging in the air. Like an invisible cloud, warm moisture surrounded you. You looked around and then up, to the only source of light in this new prison. Your stomach sinks as you realise just where you are, Yuffie's boot.
You try to stand up on the insole of this well worn boot, your feet slip on the somewhat damp floor though and you fall back on your rear. You wince as you push your hands into the slick spongy surface in an attempt to right yourself. Finally getting to your feet you feel the walls of the boot, trying to find a handhold to climb out of this foul smelling cell.
Suddenly the airship begins to rumble and then you're flung down the boot towards the dark, dank toe-section. Your entire body lays in the indentation of the young materia thief's big toe. Your small stature finally sinks in and your mind is filled with horrifying possibilities. "Would she feel me in here?" being one of them "Would I survive?" being another more pressing one.
As you sit in the stinking ditch that her toes have left, you hear a crackling noise and then a gruff male's voice over the ships intercom.
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