[Disclaimer- sadly, I do not own Yuffie or Vincent, nor do I own the pairing. T.T but I DO give the credit to Tetsuya Nomura and the rest of Square Enix.]
White. It's a color of purity, innocence, serenity.
The rose. A flower to symbolize beauty and passion.
[The White Rose of Wutai. At her young age, she is true to her title... he knows. More than anyone. Because he listens. And watches her.]
She is passionate, strong, and full of energy. She is willing to defend her own, to fight for her friends. She is loyal.
Even though she loves fighting (she claims it's in her blood), she is secretly afraid of war; afraid of losing the ones she loves... afraid of dying. This he knows as well. She's never told anyone but him.
[She's fragile. So innocent at heart, despite herself. She could easily fall apart, he knows that... fragile. So fragile. Strong, but terrified of things she doesn't know, things she doesn't see. Nightmares. His nightmares.]
Three years have passed since Deepground, and she is now twenty-two. They have all watched, all witnessed, her transformation from the clumsy, thieving sixteen-year old teenager she was into the taller, more-graceful-then-before young woman she is now, embracing who she is, who she has become.
[Six years ago, and up until now, the teenager she was would steal items and hide them- materia, Tifa's gloves, Cloud's sword, Cid's spear, Cerberus, even his cloak- now, the young woman she's become has only stolen his heart.]
She sits across from him, a glass of champagne in her hand. He looks up to see her grinning at him, and slowly, his lips curve upward in a returning smile. She swishes her drink around, and his gaze travels across her face, and down to her legs... stretched out on the table between them. Long legs. Good legs. She eyes him. Dance with me. The look on her face is so sweetly begging, so wickedly tempting, that for a brief and maybe even dangerous second, he actually considers tearing his way across the table to her, letting the beast inside him take over in a violent urge to claim her, make her his. His crimson eyes meet her dark chocolate ones, and she continues to give him that look... Yuffie... she's so beautiful to look at now. Twenty-five, and taller. Twenty-five, with a good body that induces men to stare when she walks down the street, even when he sees this and gives those very men a look that clearly tells them to turn their gaze elsewhere. Twenty-five, and gorgeous, even he admits it. A rose is beautiful to look at; but every rose has its thorn. She's still as stubborn as ever, she still loves to argue, and she still loves to pretend she's right even when she's wrong. She's beautiful. In all her ways now, she's more beautiful then ever. Standing up, he gazes down at her, approaches her seat, and pulls her to her feet. He will make her his... for tonight. She's captured his heart, and he will claim hers.
He leads her to the dance floor, itching to hold her close. And from the look in her eyes, she wants the same. The way she's gazing at him... so different from how she would look at him all those years ago, as a teenager. She's a woman now, older. But she's still Yuffie Kisaragi. And he holds this new Yuffie in his arms until the song is over, until the other couples have left the dance floor, until the lights in the place dim down... Because now that she's older, he wants her... for the first time, something in his heart has awoken for the White Rose of Wutai. His White Rose...
[The White Rose of Wutai... indeed.]