author's note: So, school is beginning to calm down (for the most part), and thus I am going to attempt this! Prompts found here and there, and it will be updated anywhere between once a week or multiple in a day, depending on how I feel. (Honestly, I just really wanted more Yuffentine.)
Destroy
Vincent always had had a fear of holding too tightly and causing it to break. His fingers never clasped too tightly or for too long around Yuffie, nor did he chance being too close to her in case he somehow lost control of his monstrous side.
Destruction was in his veins. It had been since before the experimentations, boiling beneath the surface and fueled by each pull of a trigger. Turks were dangerous, disastrous. But at least they had control, precise and certain control that kept them from hurting their loved ones - if a Turk happened to let a soul close enough to their own hearts to have such people.
What he hadn't expected was the fact that, strangely enough, Yuffie had a desire to be destroyed. Not in the literal sense, of course, but somehow, over the time they had known one another and that intricate web had been crafted, linking them together, she had realized that she would do anything for the red cloaked male.
Taking his hand in her small one on an evening that he felt worse than normal, murmuring things to himself and speaking as if he were the worst being in the world, the ninja led him to her bedroom. And she healed him with the small but very there curves of her body and the perfection of her skin, just as he destroyed her heart with all the touches that, come morning, would mean nothing.