OK, so I write far too many stories especially when I should be doing revision for my GCSE's but never mind.

PS I don't own anything. (:

Not for the first time, a raging argument had broken out in a bedroom of seventh heaven between a certain broody gunslinger and a cheery ninja. Of course, Vincent was more of a passive arguer, whereas Yuffie was much more aggressive and prone to throwing a few things.

"…AND IF YOU DON'T LET ME PAST I'LL SHOVE THIS SHURIKEN SO FAR UP YOUR ARSE YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO SIT FOR A WEEK!" The petite girl was screaming, attempting to pass Vincent who was obstructing the way, stood with his arms folded.

"Yuffie, please calm down," said Vincent calmly, expressionless as ever about Yuffie's threat of having a ninja weapon lodged up his backside. She screamed a few profanities, stomped her feet and pummelled her fists into Vincent's chest.

"LET. ME. THROUGH. VAMPIRE!" she shrieked. No matter how quick and agile the ninja was, she never could pass Vincent. He may look lanky, but boy, was he tough.

"Yuffie Kirasargi," warned Vincent. Uh-oh. Whenever Vincent addressed you by your full name, you knew you was in trouble. "I am not letting you pass until you control yourself. Then you will apologise to Cloud."

"Apologise to that spiky haired jerk?" scoffed Yuffie. "What for?"

Vincent rolled his eyes. Had she already forgotten what had happened a few moments previously?

Cloud obviously hadn't, who was still downstairs nursing the injuries Yuffie had inflicted on him. All over a phone! Of course, Cloud had to use to phone for his deliveries, but Yuffie decided to call her many friends and talk to them for a good hour or so. Resulting in Yuffie's first argument, or as Vincent would call tantrum of the day. And now, Cloud was sporting a wounded wrist where Yuffie had nearly broken it when he tried to grab the phone. Vincent had heard the shouts coming mainly from Yuffie and headed to see what the problem was then pulling Yuffie upstairs into a bedroom to calm down for a few moments

"…He had it coming to him!" Yuffie was saying angrily, who was still trying to push past the solid form that was Vincent. Even when she stood on his foot, he refused to shout at her, just simply moved his foot out of her way and rubbed it up the back of his ankle. Never once, in the years he had known Yuffie had Vincent risen his voice to her. He wasn't going to now.

"C'mon move! Stop treating me like a little kid!" ordered Yuffie trying to dodge the gunslinger and slip through a gap he may be revealing.

"Stop acting like one, then," he said simply, closing any possible spaces he was leaving for her to escape. "I shall leave you here, check on Cloud then return. I hope you will have calmed down by then."

He left the room, with a swish of his cloak and headed downstairs to find Cloud trying to move his wrist and see what the damage was.

"How is your wrist?" asked Vincent, observing him through crimson eyes.

"Probably just badly sprained," he shrugged refusing to admit that a girl could cause much pain to him. Vincent sighed and waited for a moment to speak.

"Yuffie is upstairs sulking," he said. "I have told her to cool down, then come down here and apologise to you."

"Thanks Vincent," said Cloud throwing a glance towards him. "But she should learn from her own mistakes. She's not a little kid anymore."

"Be that as it may, her anger problem is taking over. I hope she doesn't do something unforgivable."

"Yeah, just as long as she sticks to breaking wrists, we'll be ok," said Cloud with a shadow of a grin. A slight cough interrupted them. They turned their heads to see Yuffie standing, with her arms behind her back, pouting and in the air of a child who had just been scolded.

"Yes?" said Vincent feeling even more like some kind of guardian. "Do you have something to say?"

"I'm… I'm…" began Yuffie, pulling a face like she was being forced to swallow poison. "I'm… Sorry Cloud. I should have given you the phone and stuff. Sooooo yeah…"

A few moments silence passed. Cloud looked down at his wrist and moved it to the right.

"It will be ok," he said finally. "I'm going to go see if Tifa has any bandages…"

He swiftly stood up and headed to the front of the bar where Tifa was. Vincent faced Yuffie, a small smile playing on his lips.

"I'm glad you did that Yuffie," he said. "Next time somebody annoys you, breath slowly and count to ten, instead of flying of the handle, okay?"

She sighed and nodded. "Yeah, yeah…" she said lazily. "Sorry for shouting at ya, like…"

She coughed slightly and turned away from Vincent, ready to leave the bar when he spoke.

"Yuffie?"

"Yes?" she asked, her back still towards him. He rubbed his arm uncomfortably, thinking of a way to phrase his question.

"Would you like to go for a meal with me tonight?"

Well that was unexpected.

"Meal?" she spluttered, snapping round to face him. "Meal? You? Me? Food?"

Vincent's lips curled slighty. "Yes, that's the idea of a meal," he said. Yuffie's eyes widened.

"Like a date?"

"Not so much as a date… more of a… Well, I guess we could call it a date, yes. But only as friends."

Yuffie felt her heart do summersaults in her tummy. Vinnie was asking her for a date! Not big boobs Tifa, not beautiful Aeris, although she was kind of dead, so that would be hard, unless Vincent was into necrophilia… Her! Yuffie! The hyperactive ninja!

"I-I'd love to?" she said nervously, her mouth becoming very dry as she made a mental reminder to rush out and buy something nice. "I'll… um… er…"

"See you at seven," finished Vincent. He nodded curtly, pulled the cloak round him a bit more and brushed past her, causing her to bite her lip and suppress an excited squeal.

"Eeeeeeek!" she shrieked when he had left. She punched the air and did a victory dance. "I've scored a hot bloke! Eeee! I can't believe it! Oh my godddd!"

Of course, Vincent seemed to be the only available one for Yuffie in the AVALANCE crew, seen as though Cloud was still angsting over Aeris, Cid was like, eighty years old and had Shera, Barret was like, eighty years old too, and was more like a father figure to her. She was determined to help ease Vincent's pain of losing Lucrecia no matter how long it took…

Okaaaay… Sooooo, This will gradually be a Yuffietine. I'll also make it a CloTi, because I've suddenly become fond of that pairing, cos I've got past the bit in the game where Cloud gets poisoned and is in the wheelchair and Tifa looks after him. I kept thinking 'Aww!' and felt so sorry for Cloud. He looked so venerable in his little wheelchair. Anyway, enough of my rambling. Reviews are always nice to read ;D