Hey peoples! Thanks for the GREAT reviews, I felt so special Thank you all! Well this is Seven Final Fantasies, Vincent style so let's see what happens now!
Fantasy 1
"Hey guys I need some nice big lemons for this chicken. Can you help me out?" Tifa went out into the cozy little upstairs living room where all the guys were hanging out: Cloud and Cid trying to outdo each other a video game, Barret commentating and Vincent standing in a corner, looking out the window, expression blank. "What's that Teef?" Cloud asked absently, concentrating more on the game. "If you guys want this chicken to taste good I need those lemons," Tifa said in a singsong voice. "Tifa, we're in the middle of combat here," Cid grunted, the usual cigarette sticking out of his mouth. Tifa glanced at Barret. "Somebody's gotta commentate," he said, "Can't you just kick the lemons down or something?" Cloud and Cid laughed at this, and Tifa's eyebrows furrowed, causing them to fall silent, knowing the punch Tifa packed. She turned to Vincent, who glared at her. "You're the… the tallest," she stammered. Vincent nodded slightly and stood up to go. "Thank you," she smiled, and he nodded again.
Outside, Vincent bore himself out looking up at the tree for lemons low enough for him to reach. He dared not climb the thin branched tree. As he stared up at the tree, he wished he had some sort of weapon that he could use…
As Vincent stood there in all his stumped glory, he suddenly heard a slight sound behind him: a twig, breaking underfoot. He turned around just in time to see an oversized shuriken fly above his head and into the lemon tree. In a flash, four lemons fell one after the other on the ground, miraculously at his very feet. Surprised and impressed, he turned fully around. Yuffie Kisaragi, female ninja, expert shuriken handler, was standing, straight and proud, two feet from him, smirking triumphantly at her harvest. Vincent, not knowing what to do, scratched the back of his head, a little ashamed that a mere girl, and quite a small, frail one at that, had done the task he was stumped on doing quite as quickly as she did. Then again, Yuffie Kisaragi was not as frail as she seemed, he thought with admiration. He was startled when Yuffie stepped a foot closer to him, her smirk blooming into a mischievous smile. He was even more startled when he automatically stepped back, and tripped clumsily over a tree root, falling quite ungracefully to the ground. Yuffie laughed, a pretty yet slightly crazy laugh, and stepped right up to him, looking down at the embarrassed man and laughing her little head off. He got up, brushed off the back of his red cape and looked, slightly angrily into her eyes, her beautiful stormy grey eyes, as if to say, "What are you laughing at?" Yuffie giggled and lightly tapped his cheek as if to say, "You know very well." This little tap on the cheek sent a jolting zap of electricity through his nerves. Contact. Contact with this ninja, this rare and beautiful ninja girl, so innocent yet unpredictable. Yuffie saw the effect she was having on him, and placed her whole hand on his cheek, this time stroking it gently and smiling. Vincent enjoyed this touch, this soft hand, and he stood there, rooted to the spot for fear of losing contact with Yuffie. He placed hiss own hand onto hers, stroking her hand. She laughed and he felt her face coming nearer to his…
Vincent looked up suddenly. Tifa stared at him, hands on her hips, one eyebrow up. "I was wondering where my lemons were," was all she said. Vincent stared at her, then the tree, then at his hand that was on his cheek. If it wasn't for his cowl, Tifa would've seen the redness of his cheeks as heat rushed up to them.