Welcome my fellow Yuffentiners! :D

Vincent and Yuffie were my first so called "OTP" and even after all these years my love for them didn't die a bit - though I see less and less fanfic (and fanart *cries*) of them. ´_`

So I decided to be brave and just upload some of mine. Maybe I'll get other shy writers to upload their stories too?! `:D

I hope you'll have fun! Reviews and favs are lovely, but I don't "need" them, per se. Meaning: don't feel pressured. But if you spot any mistakes I'd be forever grateful if you'd tell me! Criticism helps me to improve myself, so it'd be nice to hear your opinions.

Okay, I've talked enough - enjoy!

Rating: T

Disclaimer: Honestly. If I'd own FFVII or Vincent or Yuffie I'd already arrange for some game where they'd be canon, lol.

"We're like Romeo and Juliet." she said out of the blue, leaning forth on the armrest of his couch.

Vincent raised an eyebrow in question.

"Whatever do you mean by that?" he finally asked when she only crooked her head playfully while batting her eyelashes at him.

"I mean, my lovable Vinster," Yuffie continued, "that we are just like them: tragic!"

It wasn't like Yuffie's general behaviour made much sense to begin with – he stopped wondering about the countless nicknames she had given him over the years - but Vincent still managed to get confused by her sometimes.

"We are not," he said while turning back to his book again, "Romeo and Juliet."

"Well, duh! I know that we aren't them! We are like them!"

A frown appeared on the gunner's face.

"We are not even lovers, Yuffie. How in the world did you come up with this comparison?"

Yuffie's eyes gleamed. He took the bait! She pushed herself up on her arms and then whirled around the room.

"Because we are tragic, Vince!"

Vincent rolled his eyes.

"Why are we tragic?" he asked, successfully playing into the ninja's scheme.

Yuffie turned her face back to the man sitting on the couch, sighing dramatically.

"My father forbids us from being together, that's why!"

He shook his head in wonder. "But we are not-"

But Yuffie cut him off before he could form a proper sentence:

"When he asked me if there was anyone I was interested in – given that I am now 23 years old and all – and I said it was you, he roared 'I won't give my daughter to anyone who is not from Wutai!' and all that jazz." Her tone didn't differ from any other nonchalant thing she might have said and he involuntarily raised both eyebrows.

"Why did you tell him that?"

The woman gave him a quizzical look. "Because he asked me?" she shrugged.

Vincent shook his head. "No, I mean, why did you lie to him about being interested in me?"

Surely it was just to mess with her father or to get him to stop asking, he thought. But still. The gunslinger got curious why she choose him out of all people she could have chosen.

Yuffie blinked at him. "What do you mean? I didn't lie!"

"Yes, you did." he stood up, leaving his book where he had been sitting.

She shook her head angrily.

"You told him you were interested in me."

"Yeah." Yuffie gave an affirmative nod – clearly appalled by his slightly angered tone, "I did."

"…" he studied her face as he stepped closer to the small figure now right in front of him,

"Are you trying.. to convey your feelings of romantic interest on myself?"

As if this was what she had been waiting for, a grin spread over her face, showing her shiny teeth. "Maybe~ What do you think, Vin-cent?" She clasped her hands together behind her back, took a step forward and looked up at him from under her eyelashes clearly waiting for an answer.

The answer didn't come verbally, but in a much better way than she could have hoped for.

Not taking being tempted easily, Vincent's arms snaked around her petite form, drawing her closer until their lips met in an unexpected kiss. Yuffie all but sighed against his lips as the sensation and satisfaction filled her whole being. Finally, she thought, wrapping her arms around his neck drawing him even closer, closer - deepening the connection they already established - much his agreement.

When they broke their lover's embrace, he could not help but stare at the happiness that radiated from her sparkling grey eyes, that displayed on her swollen lips and tinted cheeks. And he realised then, that she was just as lost as he.

Perhaps they really were like Romeo and Juliet. Two unlikely lovers forever bound by a kiss who held more than anybody expected. Though, he prayed, their ending would be a different one.

And lastly: English is, in fact, my third language and I didn't have a proofreader for this. (A dear friend of mine did look it over - but not thoroughly.) So I ask of you to correct my spelling, strange usage of phrases and the like if you spot any. Thanks and until next update!