(Edited 12/29/2015)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to or about Final Fantasy VII.

Yup, I'm a Yuffentine fan, and you can't stop me now. (Plus, the little "Vincent?" at the end of Dirge of Cerberus from Yuffie was cutecutecute.) And if you don't like the pairing, don't read this, simple as that.

(Events of this story take place between Advert Children and Post-Dirge Of Cerberus.)

1. Chores

Yuffie Kisaragi hated chores. Chores were not necessarily something a soon to be empress would do voluntarily. Even back in Wutai, no one would dare hand her a dish rag. But, when Yuffie decided that ambushing Cloud and the gang was a good idea, she was thrown into a lot more than saving the world. She had to work for her place on the team… even several years later, she still had to work. And, of course, Yuffie complained. But, the reasons to complain were totally justifiable.

One: She always got stuck with the most idiotic, grossness chores known to man.

Two: They were always boring as Hell, leading Yuffie to be slightly lazy with her duties.

Well, slightly is an extreme understatement. She got lazy every single time. Either with folding clothes or doing the dishes, they were always a bit wrinkly or had a bit of food still caked on. Usually both. So, what would Yuffie do when her irresponsibility was about to be revealed? Simple, she had the vampire help her.

"Vince! Get down here!" Her moaning, desperate voice travel around the bar, up the stairs, and directly into Vincent Valentine's bedroom. Unfortunately, he decided to keep his door slightly ajar that evening. Vincent, knowing that ignorance would result in pain, or more screaming, rose from his chair, placing the book he'd been wanting to finish down on the nightstand. He swayed slowly to the door, almost as if she'd maybe forget or something… His wishful thinking was quickly trampled when he opened his door more and found the ninja standing there, smiling gleefully in front of him.

"You're going to help me today, Vinnie!" She said with delight.

Vincent, silent, blinked once.

Yuffie's smile melted into a look of confusion, annoyance, and then desperateness, all in a matter of seconds. "Viiiiiinnnceeeee, pleeeeaseeeee!" She moaned and knotted her hands together, literally begging. "Please, please, please!" Then, it suddenly came. The look. He tried to look away, turn his head and walk away, but it was too late. He already saw it.

Yuffie's bottom lip stuck out, eyes as wide and almost as pitiful as anyone could comprehend. She even then began to sniffle as alligator tears formed at the corner of her eyes. Her trembling voice was what did it for him. With a painful stutter, she whimpered a whisper. "P-pretty please, Vincent?"

Before he knew it, Vincent was downstairs, hair pulled back in an awkward ponytail, and arms elbow deep in dish water. Next to him, Yuffie was slowly drying a place, setting it down gently on the counter while trying her best not to laugh and drop everything. She did let out a small giggle, which was stopped abruptly with a side-death glare from the tall man.

Minutes later, the glare was already forgotten and Yuffie was whistling a tune she heard back home. It was a little out of tune, but it sounded pretty nice. Vincent, on the other hand, was still pretty dead silent. Noting this in her head, Yuffie imagined that he was probably planning her death or something. But, Yuffie being Yuffie, she accidently blurted it aloud instead.

"He's probably planning on my death or something." She even scoffed a bit.

Vincent's hands suddenly balled up in the soapy dish water soup and he glanced at her with shock. Yuffie, STILL being Yuffie, had no idea that she actually muttered that, so when she looked back at him, she slightly jumped, nearly dropping a glass mug.

"You think… I want to kill you?"

Yuffie blinked, turning back to the glass mug. "Uhhh… I didn't say that." Her voice squeaked. "Did I?" She looked back at him, embarrassment growing.

Vincent nodded once, looking back to the water, but watching her in the corner of his eye.

"Damn," she grumbled, slightly puckering her lips in anger toward herself in her silly words. She really wanted a self-note this time, too.

Vincent gave her a small crooked smile and loosened his grip on a poor, innocent fork that got in the way of his sudden jump. Under the suds, he reworked it back into its original shape and handed it to the now muttering girl, lost in her thoughts. He rolled his eyes, but the smile didn't necessarily fade. Catching her in the act of silliness was worth the soap up to his elbows.

(Edited 12/29/2015)

There you go. Chapter One finished, twenty-nine more to go... Yay.

Anyway, as a little Author's Note, I really want this little story/drabbles mumbo-jumbo to be finished with as soon as possible. I have some really good ideas and topics, but I just want to get it done so I don't have another failure like my other drabbles story. So, for the next few days, I will be uploading everyday, until maybe the beginning of next week, where it will slow down to every other day and so on. Though, I'm on summer break now, I have all the time in the world for the next three and half months. Heehee, yay.

Thanks for reading and please review!