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—well, duh.
Her face is soft, smooth, and unperturbed.
There is a shiny, thrumming, restless barrel glued to her forehead.
So one of Yuffie's favorite pastimes is making Vincent Valentine's neck twitch. No one can make him show expression like she can. And lately, that has been the only thing she seems to be able to do.
But there's always a first for everything.
Because he actually moves.
His cape has never fluttered so fast—(but her heart is faster. Always faster.), up from his seat, leaving a crippled newspaper floating to the floor.
She watches his red eyes flash, boom-boom-stop. Boom-boom-stop.
She smiles at his wind-worn hair and his amazing pasty face and his stance that wasn't unsure in the slightest.
Letting out a fake yawn, she raises her arms and lets her hands rest on the steel grip he has on his murderous apparel. He lets her drag it away and place it right on her chest bone.
"Well, Vince, I thought you were smarter than that."
His almost deadly eyes are still flashing. Boom-boom-stop. Boom-boom-stop.
"Because blowing my brains out doesn't kill my heart in the long run."
Boom-boom-stop. Boom-boom-stop.
She tilts her head, shows him mock disappointment.
"If you really wanted to kill me, you'd shoot me right here." She pushes the gun harder into her skin. "I'd keep on living in that mothball infested brain of yours if you didn't. Duh."
She grins, keeping her hands on his, pressing deeper and deeper.
"Aren't you supposed to know things like that?"
Boom-boom-stop. Boom-boom.
"Because after all, aren't you about 534 years old anyway?"
Boom-boom-boom-boom-stop.
"So do it." She leers, smiles to her ears. She slides her fingers to the trigger, building an astronomical fissure into his fingers.
"Because you've got it in you, Vince."
Boom. Stop. Boom-boom. Stop.
Boom. Boom…
...and then there is the icy claw on her bare stomach because her fashion sense never encountered that thing called modesty.
Then there is Cerberus, who made her heart explode in just the right way.
Then there is Vincent Valentine, whose lips were ravishing hers with something more than want.
Then there is…huh.
He really does feel sexual tension.
And she wouldn't mind bearing undead ninja babies, either.
Last line inspired by the comic My Drunken Valentine by BlackLillian on deviantart. It is epic times epical times infinity. So go find it.
Idea prodded because of a certain Ninja on here. /COUGHCOUGH
And since I'm so amazing, I actually wrote one. [/sarcasm] |D
I HOPE YOU SMILED MAYBE.
And have a nice day, folks!