A/N: A Yuffentine collection. An endless amount of drabbles that are related to Yuffie and/or Vincent. I' have an addiction for this couple, lately. I can't get enough. But I also can't seem to find enough good fics of them. Or maybe I'm not looking hard enough? Hmm, beats me. But I know that they are an extremely popular couple.
But I know a lot of people also don't like them for the reasons being that 'Yuffie is annoying' or 'Vincent is too old for her'. I hate pairing hate. If you simply like Yuffentine, then keep reading. If not, then this story isn't for you. D:
So anyway, I haven't played Dirge of Cerberus in forever. So forgive me for any mistakes I may make or how rusty I am, but I simply love this couple. :3 Let's begin. 500 word count limit.
captivated
' you can rough me up, you can break me
down. i'm all yours, don't stop now. '
He always caught her staring.
The ninja was discreet about most things, but couldn't seem to hide her lingering looks from across the room. It didn't phase Vincent until Cid piped in.
"Jeez, Vince! The brat's been makin' goo-goo eyes at ya all day!" The man laughed hard, hitting Vincent on the back.
Vincent raised an eyebrow, turning his eyes toward Yuffie who quickly looked away.
Cid threw a barbecue and invited everyone to come over and celebrate. It was a particularly hot day, Vincent noted as he felt a drip of sweat trailing from his forehead.
Perhaps he should learn to accommodate his dressing to the weather.
But Cid's words had stuck onto him like glue. He had always noticed Yuffie's flirting, he'd hardly call it subtle. But never once had he actually taken her seriously.
She couldn't have been. She was only a child.
But indeed, over the years he had learned to know her, and now she was a trusted partner, she had grown. At nineteen, she seemed to have blossomed. Admittedly.
She never changed her dressing, or her hair much as she was still wearing a pair of short-shorts and a sports bra, typically, but she simply just appeared older.
Maybe it was the fact that her legs seemed more shapely, or she filled out her tops slightly more.
Maybe it was the fact that he was able to hold a slightly intelligible conversation with her during missions, when it came down to having to do so. And sometimes, she actually listened.
But she was a child. Nothing more, nothing less. Vincent saw the young ninja as the rest of his comrades.
A friend.
But Yuffie knew better.
Because Vincent developed this new habit, you see.
She seemed to keep catching him staring.