One could only suppose that Yuffie Kisuragi was, in fact, truly and deeply in love with Vincent Valentine. One could also greatly assume that Vincent Valentine felt quiet the opposite.
Yuffie, as kind as she was, couldn't really blame the man for not returning her feelings. They were too different from one another. She was loud, perky, and, quiet frankly annoying. She almost found pleasure in causing others to cringe at her hyper-active attitude. He was cold, apathetic, and quiet. He found pleasure in being completely alone.
Two very diff rent people were destined to never be together.
Yuffie shook her head at her very depressing thoughts and briefly allowed a small sigh to brush past her lips as she stared past the crates she sat between, her head between her hands. If riding the Shera didn't make Yuffie feel sick to her stomach, thinking about her infinite doom with Vincent Valentine did.
"Yuffie!"she glanced up to the ceiling, hearing her name called by some hidden loud speaker, "Get off yer ass and go get yer physical!" Yuffie rolled her eyes at the chain smoker pleasantly named Cid and his brash words. Not being one to argue while under intense air sickness, she stood with wobbling legs and headed towards the medical room she had grown so 'fond' of while frequently riding the ship.
When she got there, she was faced by a woman with long brown hair pulled back into a pony tail, brown eyes, and a shapely figure. She hardly looked like a nurse, the only thing making her look like a 'medical figure' was perhaps the long white coat.
"Hello again Yuffie, it's time for your annual check up!" the nurse said cheerfully to which Yuffie gave an eye roll.
"I still don't understand why we need these." She murmured harshly under her breathe.
"So we make sure we give you the best care we can!" chirped the nurse. "Now," she started after a pause, "tell me how old you are Yuffie."
"Tweenty."
"Are you right or left handed?"
"Right."
"Height."
"I dunno."
"...Okay. Weight?"
"...Dunno. One hundred and something."
"Favorite color?"
"I really don't see what that has to do with anything."
"Please answer the question."
"... Green?"
"Okay, now - "
"Look," Yuffie yelped, cutting the woman off from her next round of questions, "I haven't changed at all since five months ago, can't you just, I don't know, look back at past files and jot that stuff down?" she asked irritably. The woman looked at her, her lips pursed firmly together.
"I really can't ma'am." She retorted dryly.
"But I-"
"Sit!" Yuffie, suddenly having a new wave of nausea, teetered back and sat in her chair, a sigh brushed passed her lips as the woman smiled and resumed her questions.
There was no getting out of it.
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After much harassment, Yuffie was allowed to exit the room only to brush past Vincent Valentine. She most likely would have bumped into him if not for his quick reaction time. "Hey Vinnie!" she chirped happily as she flashed a grin at the handsome gun-slinging ex-Turk.
"Yuffie." he gave a nod of recognition, trying his best not to react foully to his new-found nick name. Yuffie just gave a wider smile.
"Where are you off to?" she stalled, trying to cause him to stay longer than truly needed. He allowed himself to raise a brow as he looked at her with great question. She felt herself shiver at being in the cross-fire of those blazing red eyes. She wondered how it could be possible to not be completely and madly in love with him.
She did not hold her breathe, for she knew that the only thing he felt for her was resentment.
Or at least that was what she assumed.
She would not pretend she had never heard the side conversations between the others with him, how they would apologize to him for being stuck with the 'brat' and how he would only nod in reply.
This was not to say that the Avalanche team did not love her, she knew that she was like a family member to each and every one of them. However, she did not think 'bratty sister' was a good family member role.
Perhaps the one she was fondest of was Cid. Despite his claims of her being a 'little brat' it appeared as though he treated her as a daughter, and she, the father she had always dreamed of having.
If only Vincent would agree to being the boyfriend of every girls desire.
"To see Reeve." he answered her question in a tired manner, his eyes glancing else where as if trying to find something to cling on to, some way to get out of the conversation he was currently having.
"Oh, then I won't keep you here." she said with a little nod. Even though she wanted to keep him with her forever. Even Yuffie had matured enough to know that a way to a man's heart was not to keep them hostage.
Without another word Vincent left, leaving Yuffie to watch him walk away, a blush imprinted deep into her face as she replayed the scene in her head. Why am I such an idiot? she questioned herself bitterly, feeling ashamed that her behavior towards him was so childish.
"He liked that Lucrecia woman because she was smart and pretty probably, not because she was a loud mouthed idiot!" She couldn't help but murmur angrily as she mentally berated herself.
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It had been only a few hours since the plane had landed for the night in some deserted canyon. Many of the crew members had taken this as an opportunity to sleep. Yuffie, having been bed ridden for the past few hours of flight, took it as an opportunity to get some fresh air and walk around.
She was just returning to the air-ship when she stopped for a moment, noticing a shilouette of a figure leaning lightly against the ship. Upon closer inspection, Yuffie saw the figure as none other than the illusive Vincent Valentine. As she drew nearer towards him, he eyed her with a very wearily.
"Hey Vincent." she said with a pleasent smile, allowing him a moment of grace and not calling him one of her many nick names.
"Yuffie." his voice was gruff.
"What are you doing outside?" she questioned for small talk, feeling a strange wave of deja vu hit her.
"I prefer the chill of the night air to that of an air craft with poor circulation." She blinked at him. Had Vincent Valentine made a full sentence towards her without having to? she smiled at the good fortune that bestowed her.
"I see." she replied, a happy smile now dancing around her lips. She often found herself, as she watched him, pondering about Lucrecia. She was incredibly curious as to what type of woman she was, the type of things she said, the types of smiles she was able to obtain.
She often wondered, in short, what the woman did to get his heart for she was very willing to try to snatch it away.
"It is late Yuffie, it is best for you to go to bed." Vincent ordered, his voice sharp and commanding. Yuffie quickly snapped out of her thoughts about the mysterious woman.
"Y-yeah." she stuttered, about to sprint into the ship when she just so happened to trip on her own two feet. She prepared herself for impact of the ground only to be grasped on the shoulders by the silent man. She gasped and glanced up at him, their eyes locked instantly and Yuffie noticed that the guard he so nicely had up was, for a moment, gone.
Yuffie didn't understand all of the emotions in his pained filled carmine eyes. It seemed as though all that was in them was meshed together in one strange swirl of emotions. Before she knew what she was doing, Yuffie could help but realize her lips were on Vincent's, much to his surprise.
His guard, which had been left down for only a few seconds, instantly shot back up and he roughly pushed her away, she stumbled back but caught her fall. "What are you doing?" he asked with anger blazed deeply in his voice. Yuffie, still shocked by her own actions, could only blush horridly and then began to choke on her words.
"I-I Vi- I just-"
"Go now!"he yelled, his voice dripped in malice as he sent her a heated glare.
"I love you Vincent!" she couldn't believe the words that shot out from her mouth, and so it simply hung open, Vincent Valentine, for the first time in Yuffie's presence, was shocked beyond words. She could feel her eyes brim with tears as he calculated his next statement.
"Go to bed Yuffie." he ordered, his voice still very harsh.
"Vince I-I really love you!" she yelped at him once more, tears began to rush down her checks much to her distaste. Vincent turned his head in the other direction.
"You do not understand love, you are too young." he told her, his voice indistinct.
"Why can't I?" she yelped with a hoarse voice as sobs ebbed from her voice. "You weren't much older when you met that... that woman!" the second the words exited her mouth she instantly regretted it. His eye glazed over in anger Yuffie had never seen. For once Yuffie understood the vulgarity of her statement. "Vince I-"
"Go now." there was no anger in his words, no inflection, no nothing, just that of a vapidness. Yuffie realized that perhaps nothing was far worse than any anger than supplied. "I do not currently wish to see you." He turned his back from her, a sign that he was through.
With a broken heart and a throat full of sobs Yuffie left Vincent, rushing to her designated room and falling onto her bed she curled into a little ball and tried her very best to contain her sobs.
Nobody asked her of them in the morning.
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A/N- Part one of possibly 3 chapters! I really like this one I think. i really wanted to write an angsty piece and since Vincent is one of the infamous stars of angst I found this appropriate.
Next it's Vincent's point of view.