Disclaimer: I do not claim to own the characters used in this fan fiction. They belong to their respected owners.

Pairing: Genesis Rhapsodos/Yuffie Kisaragai, with a few side pairings.

Warning: This story contains mild cursing. Future chapters will contain violence and non-graphic relations.

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Yuffie Kisaragi, great ninja and white rose of Wutai, smiled as she walked along the path that would lead her home. The battles were over, Vincent had been returned to them, but at a price and now she didn't feel welcomed there. Returning to Wutai was her only option and as she advanced through the thick of it all, she found that she didn't mind. She hadn't realized how much she missed her country until this moment.

She waved cheerfully at a few of the villagers that took notice to the cloak wearing woman. She scanned over the small crowd, in hopes of seeing her best friend in the universe, but couldn't seem to locate the boy. It wasn't really upsetting, as she planned to avoid him to get to her house, in order to get some rest from the traveling she'd just done. However, it seemed that Leviathan was not on her side.

"Yuffie," a male's voice called out, loud enough that Yuffie flinched inwardly and stopped. "Hey!"

"Hi Yuri," the ninja supplied as she turned slightly, eying the young man with short brown hair. She offered a smile from under her hood, which he returned. He'd been her friend since their childhood and had many times attempted, and failed, to woo his friend. Still, and even though she would never admit it, she found him somewhat endearing so she politely inquired, "What's up?"

"Uh, nothing," he grinned sheepishly, looking a bit indifferent. "I just thought that I'd let you that you have-"

"Think we can continue this later," she added, trying not to be rude. "I'm really tired and all!"

"Well that's what-"

"Later, Yuri," she said while turning, waving over her shoulder before taking off down the path swiftly. All she wanted was to be home, even if she felt a little bad for just ditching Yuri. However, she was tired and did want to relax. Just forget about everything that happened and especially the man with the pretty red eyes that seemed to be in some sort of romance with a somewhat-kind-of-friend.

Nearly exhausted after running for quite some time, she dragged herself into the small home that was given to her by her father. She dropped her travel bag to the floor and slammed the door shut behind her, scanning over the vacant living area. Nothing seemed to be out of place so she removed her larger weapon from her back and placed it against the wall. With a small smile, she exhaled and made quick work of removing her boots. She relaxed visibly with the thought that it was all over and she didn't need to worry about anything anymore.

Walking to the hallway to head to her bedroom, she pulled off the long cloak that she wore and discarded it onto the floor. She pulled out her phone and began to shift through the numbers listed in the address book. Finding the information she needed, she quickly called a young bartender that had insisted she called upon arriving home. Placing the phone to her ear, she scanned over the hall.

It rang a few times before going to voice mail, which annoyed the young woman but she pushed back the anger. She paused in her step, waiting for the beep before speaking clearly into the mouth piece; "Hey, Tifa. It's obviously Yuffie and I'm calling to let you know I made it home alive. I don't want to worry you, even if you can't find the time to pick up the phone." The last part was her teasing and a small snort would let the other woman know just that, and with a short goodbye, she hung up the phone.

She advanced to the last door, tugging off her gloves and tossing them before reaching to the door handle. She pulled the door open and stepped through the doorway, only to stop when her chocolate brown eyes settled on a rather disturbing sight.

Sitting on her bed was a half-naked man which resulted in panic racing through the young woman. She stepped forward, lips parted with a wordless scream of surprise. A quick glance around the room, she found that his shirt and deep crimson leather jacket folded neatly and placed on her dresser. Next to the clothing was an old leather book and a pair of black boots setting on top of it.

She spun back to the man, finding that a pair of gloves were resting on her nightstand and he was holding something within pallid fingers. A letter long hidden away in the nightstand was being read over by the not-so-stranger, with the black feather that was left behind as well pressed against his pale cheek. An anger that she should have long since been dissolved bubbled over, thanks to the additional ire.

"What do you think you're doing," she shouted, her hand spouting out in front of her. She pointed an accusing finger at the man, eyes almost glowing with the anger that she felt deep within her very soul. "Who do you think you are?! Hell, how did you even get in here?"

The man surprisingly hummed and looked up, glowing azure orbs staring directly into her chocolate colored gaze. He shifted and placed the letter down onto the bed, placing his elbows on his knees and chin in his own folded hands. He didn't smile or even look as amused as Yuffie would have thought he'd appear after all these years, and hadn't even seemed to change from all that time ago.

"You kept them," he announced suddenly, surprising her with how smooth and deep his voice truly was.

"You didn't answer the question," she snapped, forcing back a shudder. It wasn't really her fault; he was an attractive man, and she was a young woman. Now that she thought about it, he was the reason she'd done the things that she did in her life. Kissing Cloud because his eyes remained her of a man from her childhood. She fell head over heels for Vincent because of his aloof personality, stunning eyes, and flawless face; all of which reminded her of this man.

She shook her head and focused on glaring daggers at the former soldier. This didn't do a bit of good as the man's lips quirked with amusement and his hands folded on his lap. She narrowed her eyes and placed her hands on her hips, stomping a foot on the wooden floor. It was the moment that he wore a dangerous smirk that she knew that things were not going to easy from here on out.

Author's Note: I know this was supposed to be out much sooner but I changed the plot quite a bit and needed some time to figure out what I wanted out of it. This sequel is probably going to be a bit more mature than the others because we're speaking of two very able adults. Now in order to stay within the rules of this site, I will not allow it to get too graphic but things will still be mature yet humorous. Mostly, if I maybe honest, will be sexual tension. Just a fair warning, I suppose. Feedback?

A few side notes are that Yuri is from the Case of Yuffie and he will be appearing often in this fic. I would also like to apologize for any mistakes. I do proofread quickly and often miss my mistakes. If you PM me with corrections or even review with them, I will go back and fix them and you will be credited for your finds.