Ahhhh, I missed you guys. It's been a long, long time since I wrote anything, and I'm just glad I have some spirit back. Today's story is loosely based off of a comic I read a long time ago on Deviant Art, called "My Drunken Valentine". It's a really good comic, and I recommend y'all to go and give that girl some props for it.

And without further ado, I present My Drunken Valentine.

-God these transitions never pan out for me-

It was that day of the year again, and Tifa sighed as she unlocked the door to the Seventh Heaven. Now, most people would be happy on this particular day of the year, being as it was supposed to be the most romantic day, and day to spend with your partner and attempt to convey your feelings for them. That's right, it was Valentine's Day.

Note I said most people would be happy. But most people don't know Vincent Valentine. And out of the ones that did know him, only Tifa owned and ran a pub.

It had been quite a few years since they had stopped Sephiroth from destroying the world. Seven, to be exact. And in that time, Vincent's constant depression had grown steadily worse.

Most people would wonder what a hero of the planet would have to be depressed about, but all his friends knew of his past, and how his first, and only, love Lucrecia had perished. Ironically enough, the date of her death landed on the day of Vincent's birth. And that was today.

So Tifa knew to expect Vincent coming into the Seventh Heaven that day, and was simply preparing the bar for him, and only him, because after today, she would have to restock on all of her hard liquor due solely to Vincent.

As she walked into the pub, she left the "Closed" sign up on the door, so that no wandering patron would be happening to enter during the course of the day.

This wasn't the first year Vincent would come in and drink himself to the brink of death; he had done it since they stopped Sephiroth's clones.

Tifa sighed to herself; she knew it was going to be a very long day. "What time is it…" she muttered. Glancing at the clock, she saw it was two minutes to 9 o'clock, and reached under the counter for the strongest drink she had in the house. The exact second the clock struck nine, the door opened to reveal a man with long locks of black hair.

As he entered, Vincent removed his tattered red cloak and hung it from the coat rack on the wall.

"Vincent, you really should stop, you're going to drink yourself to death…" Tifa told him as he sat down on a stool. Vincent looked at her, and nodded curtly.

"I can't." were the only words he spoke for the rest of the day, because as soon as he did, he pulled out a small cloth bag and laid it on the counter. Tifa sighed for the last time, and poured him a drink.

-Seriously, I hate these transitions-

"I wonder what materia tastes like…"

Yuffie Kisaragi was once again in a mindless daydream revolving around materia, but that was to be expected, as she made her entire life revolve around it. Though, recently she had decided to take her ventures involving it into a new direction. Instead of acquiring it through illicit deeds, she opened up a materia shop.

And to make her life even more Yuffie-like, she opened it up right next to Seventh Heaven. But she decided to close shop early today, and go visit Tifa for the rest of the night, it had been so long since they talked!

It was roughly eight o'clock in the evening when she closed shop, and trotted peacefully over to the bar, surprised to see the "Closed" sign still plastered on the window. Walking up to the door, she tried the handle to find that, doubly surprised, it was unlocked.

"Teef? You in?" Yuffie called through the cracked door. Yuffie heard an exasperated sigh of relief.

"Yuffie, you have no idea how happy I am to see you…Look, I need you to do me a really big favor, would you mind?" Tifa asked as Yuffie walked into the bar.

"Yeah, sure!" Yuffie called out with her trademarked grin of stupidity.

"I need you to take Vincent home."

And then Yuffie got confused. "What?" She then noticed the man with long black hair sitting at the bar, silently, almost like a ghost. "Why?"

Tifa sighed. "I forgot that you…never mind, can you please take him home? I need to make some calls for the rest of the night."

Yuffie shrugged. "Yeah, sure." Tifa handed her some keys and a piece of paper.

"Great! Here's the keys to his apartment, and his address. And would you mind keeping an eye on him until tomorrow? I know it's a lot to ask…"

Yuffie laughed. "It's not a problem for the Great Ninja Yuffie!" She walked over and pulled Vincent by the arm. "Come on Vinnie, let's get you-woah…" Yuffie recoiled as Vincent turned toward her and she caught a whiff of his breath. She could smell enough alcohol on it to pickle a cucumber. "Teef, how much has he had to drink?"

Tifa said, without a sign of jest on her face, "20,000 gil worth." And Yuffie just grimaced. Then she took his arm, threw it around her neck, and picked him up.

"Come on big guy, no sense in drinking any more, you've already pickled your liver." Yuffie had muttered, but she doubt Vincent had heard her. He had a glazed look about him, like his mind was somewhere else.

Surprisingly enough, Vincent's apartment building had been right next to hers, and he was easy enough to lug around because, despite his size, he was a very lightweight man.

Hauling him into the building, she leaned him against the wall while fumbling with his keys; the alcohol coming off of him had started to affect her. After a minute, she unlocked his door, and he was resting on the edge of his bed in no-time.

Yuffie kneeled to be level with his face, staring into his vacant eyes. They were looking just away from Yuffie, and she could tell that he was very deep in his own thoughts. She lightly shook his arm, softly cooing at him, "Vinnie, hey Vinnie, wake up." Vincent's eyes regained a very small amount of life, and his locked with hers.

Yuffie smiled. "Hey, you look like you're tired. Do you want some help getting ready for bed?" Vincent nodded slowly, his eyes never looking away. Yuffie smiled lightly again. "Okay, do you want to start with your gauntlet?" Vincent slowly looked at his left arm, and then nodded lightly again.

Slowly, and gently, Yuffie started to undue the straps fastening the gauntlet to his arm, and then removed the shell itself. When she did, she became startled and almost dropped it in shock. "Oh my god…" she muttered. Under the gauntlet was Vincent's bare arm, covered in scars of all shapes and colors, along with a tattoo that she just couldn't make out. She looked back at Vincent.

"Vince, have you always had these?" He nodded again. Yuffie went to touch his left arm, but Vincent suddenly flinched. "Vincent, does it hurt?" Vincent no longer nodded, but his eyes held the answers Yuffie sought. "Is there anything I can do?" And his eyes seemed to respond, "I don't know."

Yuffie reached out to touch his arm again, and this time Vincent didn't flinch. Rubbing her fingers lightly from his elbow to his wrist, across scars and tattoo, she rested the palm of her hand on the back of his, and squeezed lightly. She felt him squeeze back.

And then suddenly a look came into Vincent's eyes, one Yuffie couldn't identify. And for the first time since that morning, Vincent spoke. "Yuffie…" his eyes seemed to plead to her, "help me…" Yuffie squeezed his hand again.

"How?"

Vincent didn't answer her, but he looked away for a minute. And Yuffie was about to ask again when lips cut her off.

-For real, I'm sick of having to do shit like this-

It struck like lightning, and was over just as quickly. It wasn't a very long kiss, only lasting a few seconds, but it seemed like eternity to Yuffie, who was just dumbstruck by it. And then she saw tears streaming down Vincent's face.

"Vince?" Yuffie tried to call out, appearing nothing more than a choked whisper.

He wrapped his arms around her, and buried his face into the crook of her neck, and for the first time in his life, Vincent Valentine sobbed.

Yuffie shot up the second she was awake. She looked around to find herself in an unfamiliar apartment, in a bed that was not hers, and lacking several items of clothing she did not remember removing. Hell, she couldn't even remember what happened the night before.

"Okay Yuffie, just try to remember what happened last night…" She got out of the bed slowly, careful not to make any noise. She started running through the events of the previous day.

"Alright, so I woke up at five and watched the sunset upside down from the balcony, then I did my morning routine of jumping across the rooftops to get to my store, then I opened shop for the day. I beat up three guys who tried stealing my materia. My precious precious materia…. Oh, right, focus! After that, I sold the pink materia that I couldn't use for the life of me, hehehe, peace of junk… And then I closed shop and went to visit Teef…"

And as Yuffie exited the bedroom and stepped into the living room, she gasped as she saw a picture on a tabletop. "And then I took Vincent home." Instantly, the memory of the previous night flooded back into her brain. She fell to her knees clutching her head because it hurt to think about what had happened, but she just couldn't force it out of her brain.

"Oh god oh god, I kissed Vinnie! Well, he kissed me… Did we kiss each other? Maybe we-GAH, BAD YUFFIE!" Yuffie started hitting her face, a furious blush exploding off of her cheeks.

Yuffie searched all throughout the apartment, but Vincent was nowhere to be found. Yuffie took another look around, and released an exasperated sigh. "I need to talk to Tifa…" And off to the bar she went.

-Finally it's over-

And here is where I'm going to leave off for now, I have shit going down, just got a tattoo yesterday and my dad is PISSED, so I might not be updating for another millennium, sorry guys. And make sure you spread my stories around! Recommend them to friends and other authors alike!

Also, sorry about the crappy transitions, my computer and fanfiction don't ever agree on how my story should be :/