Disclaimer : Kaiki-Chan, the author, does not own Squaresoft, Final Fantasy, or any of the characters involved. Arigatou. ^_^

"Sheesh, its freezing!" Yuffie Kisaragi shivered to herself, as she trudged through the snowy slopes of Mt. Nibel. It had only been around six months since Meteor almost destroyed the planet, and Yuffie was grateful that it was all over. She hated having all that responsibility. Gotta save the world. Gotta beat that guy Sephiroth up, so he doesn't destroy the world. Blah, blah, blah.

Truth be told, she did miss her friends, since she hadn't seen them since they parted ways. She remembered hearing news about all of them. Cid had finally got up off his lazy butt, and asked Shera to marry him. She happily obliged. Tifa and Cloud were different, though. They were still close friends, but neither of them had the guts to show how much they loved each- other. Nanaki went back to Cosmo Canyon, and was awarded the title of chief. Yuffie grinned to herself, remembering how she used to pick on the fiery-furred intellectual. Barret had gone back to Corel, with Marlene, and tried to help the townspeople fix the place up. She heard it had been going well, so far. Cait Sith-- Oh, wait. Reeve, went back to work for Shinra, getting a well-deserved promotion as President, seeing as nobody saw Scarlet or Heidegger fit enough to support such a huge company. Then.. There was Vincent. She heard he had moved to the weird waterfall thing, but returned to the Shinra mansion in Nibelheim, a few months later. Yuffie frowned, as she hopped over a fallen, icicle-adorned tree-trunk. Vinnie was such a downer. So morbid, and moody. She knew why, but she didn't know why he made such a big deal out of it.

She wondered again, why she was here, freezing her butt off, and shuffling through mounds of cold snow. The simplest thing brought her back to her senses. The Full-Cure Materia, right? There seemed to be a weird virus floating around Wutai, infecting random people as it went. Anyway, the last time she checked, Vincent had it equipped. She hoped he hadn't sold it off to someone. Letting her mind wander, Yuffie stumbled over to the edge of a small cliff, standing on her toes, on one of the rocks. She pulled a hand to her forehead, and wiped the sweat off it. She glanced out. "Check out that view.. " She said to herself, looking out over Nibelheim. The sun was just rising over comfortably-built structures of the town, letting off a pleasant, orange glow, under the darkness of the snowy, silent peaks. "Hope I didn't come down here for nothing.. " She muttered, hopping off the rock, and jogging the rest of her way down the mountain path.

Quickly, she reached the bottom, and scuttled her cold, bare legs down the dewy path. She stopped again, momentarily, by the gates of the old mansion. So big and shadowy.. It freaked her out. Shuddering, she scuttled off again, towards the entrance of the local Inn. Everything had changed. Nibelheim was re-populated, with travellers, and some other folk, and the clones disappeared somewhere. But it seemed to be a nice little town, again. Yuffie placed a hand on the door-knob to the Inn, and gave it a violent twist. She barged in, and shakily, made her way to the desk, where a young, blonde-haired woman looked up at her cold, pink cheeks. "Can I help you?" She said, raising an eyebrow.

"Uh.. Yeah, I'd like a room, please." Yuffie shivered again, glancing around at the warm Inn. "For one?" The woman inquired, reaching for her pen. "Yes, please." Yuffie said, itching to get into a warm bed. She hadn't slept in two days, trying to get to Nibelheim as fast as she humanly could.

"That will be.. 100 gil, please." Yuffie shoved a hand into her pocket, digged around for a while, and scrounged up enough. The woman took the cold cash, and deposited it into a register, under the desk. She nodded to Yuffie, and pointed to the stairs. "Third on your right." She said, before getting back to her usual business.

Yuffie scuttled over to the stairs, and skipped up them. As quick as she could, she bounded into the warm Inn room, and clicked the door shut, behind her. She exhaled, loudly, as if she was unleashing a tense ball of stress. Yuffie plopped down on the nearby bed, and yawned. "I'll get the Materia tomorrow.. I need some sleep." She murmured to herself, before laying her head on the pillow, and hoisting her legs up, onto the bed. Pulling up the blankets, Yuffie thought about Vincent. Would he be cranky? Would he ignore her? Would he remember her? 'He might not even let me borrow the Materia..' was the last thought that wandered into her head, before she drifted off, into a peaceful slumber.

Kaiki-Chan's last note! : My first semi-serious, soon-to-be-fluffy Yuffentine fic! I hope I did good! R&R! Flames are welcome! Arigatou! ^_~