Rules:
'Inner monologue'
"Speaking out loud"
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from FFVII. Though taking a few of the yummy men would be kind of fun! Hee. This is my second fan fiction, so once again… no flames please. Sorry if some characters seem out of character. I'm still trying to find my own writing style. I'm thinking of turning this into a four part.
Okay, so this has been in my head for some time, actually it was a dream. Hee. Totally would prank Vincent on April fool's day! Lemme know what you think of it. I promise that I'll get better at writing. I just need to get back into the swing of things. I have a lot of funny and sweet moments for this pairing. Totally am in love with these two.
Round One. The One with the Phone.
A few things that a certain ninja should know about, one, being stealth is always key, two, never bite off more than she can chew, and three, never, never, never attempt to play any kind of pranks on Vincent Valentine, but Yuffie, being Yuffie was never one to follow those pesky rules. Even if it was to save her own skin, no she lived by a whole different code in general.
Friends knew that when April Fools comes around that they need to be on the lookout for the small ninja, because she would almost always be ready to pounce on the unsuspecting victim. Usually it always happened to be poor Cloud or even Reno on the occasion, but this year she wanted to up her game. Go for that white whale that she likes to call it and strike! Her target and object of her ever so hidden affection was none other than the lone gunman, Vincent, or Vinnie for when she was on good terms with him, or just to annoy, or just to be cute, or just to be different… yeah.
'This is gonna be good!' She thought while fumbling with the object in hand. Fast oh so fast and stealth like, they don't call her the world's best female ninja for nothing, or, well rather they would if she had anything to do with it. Fumble, fumble, fumble. Click, click, click. Thumbs worked their magic on keys while she cowered in the corner of her room. 'Got it!'
"OH YEAH!" She screams out before really thinking about what she is doing. 'Eeek…' She listens while her hands muffle her whines at her excitement. 'Oops? Yeah… nice one, Yuffie.'
Now is time to put it back.
A quiet day, well, every day for him was a quiet, that is unless a certain spunky ninja would appear, then it would be anything less than quiet. But, sadly the petite girl, err, woman was no where to be found. Not that he was looking for her or anything like that, oh no, Vincent does not pine or lust after anyone but his poor long since dead love, Lucrecia. But, still the fact that she has yet to make an appearance worried him, slightly. Just slightly, though with her it was always a double edge sword.
He liked his moments of solitude and he is a creature of repetion, though when she was not around he missed her spark, her energy, and simply her voice. She could be more than anyone could handle, and how loud she tends to get when excited is ear drum shattering… but he cared for her. Lips curled to a slight grin while he thought this. Him, Vincent Valentine, caring for someone other than himself, or maybe worse that… caring for someone other than Lucrecia. Cheeks turned a faint shade of pink while his thoughts wondered from his long lost love towards these new feelings he has for Yuffie.
Crimson eyes glance around the bar watching Tifa continue washing that same glass, eyes locked on the door waiting. Like him, waiting for the one person whom could put a light in their life. His puffed up his shoulders just a little bit more rising that long collar to cover almost all of his face. He didn't want his thoughts to betray him. He didn't know how to express those pesky feelings let alone let on how much she affected him, Vincent Valentine, having feelings for that carefree ninja. Who would have thought?
'This is it! He is distracted! PERFECT!' Full lips pull to an even bigger smile at the realization that he doesn't even seem to be noticing her. Moving upon the balls of her feet she shifts her way towards him hoping to stay hidden under his radar, though she has really no hopes for it, he is way too observant for his own good. Mere inches behind him when it happens. Creee~eak. 'Crap! Forgot about that one squeaky board. Figures.'
His head begins to turn while she moves swiftly, not wanting him to see the prop in her hand. 'Quick, distract… distract!'
Without thinking, only running on impulse her arms wrap around his solid form pushing herself closer to him than she ever has before. She presses her nose into nape of his neck and closes her eyes while her hand works down sliding the object back into his pocket while he stares there unmoving.
'He even smells good.' She sighs softly while she thinks she hears him gasp and feels him shudder. Fog covers her brain while she takes in all those senses letting go of caution, or doubt, or rejection, and just breathes him in. A mixture gunpowder, spice of some sort (which most likely is his aftershave), and all man.
He hears her, even now while she tries to sneak down the stairs towards him. How could he not? He heard her when she was upstairs in her room doing gods know what and heard her slam her door shut before thumbing down the stairs. What he didn't expect was to not hear her move closer to him. He sat watching Tifa's expression but she never gave any notice to what was going on. Figures, they are best of friends…
Creee~eak. Those red eyes shot up while his body starts to turn towards her. She's been working on her stealth mode if she could fool him. But then…
Arms wrap around him. He freezes, and swears that his heart and the world stopped with him. Without warning she pushes herself towards him and he feels her, from those silken arms around his chest to those pert breasts that started to form. Oh, he noticed them alright. He tried not too, but with her body that magically transformed from child like to woman over night, how could he not. Those legs, if her arms were this soft he could only imagine what her legs would feel like. How they would feel wrapped around him while he…
He shuddered at the thought. Must not think those things right now. Not with her so close. Not with her touching him.
Lips move on his neck while he gasps silently. "Morning, Vincent." She coos before letting go all to quickly and stumbling into the kitchen. With that it is all over and he is left in her wake, well at least she is okay. 'Morning?' He thinks to himself. Clock over head just chimed ten minutes ago that it was eleven.
Moments later Cloud and the others stop by while Vincent silently starts to reform himself, he quickly asks for a glass of wine thinking of a reason to stay sitting just a little while longer. Everyone says their hello's while he nods and goes back to sipping his drink silently at the bar. Noticing that Yuffie still had not come out from the kitchen, but heard a lot of noise in there. Once he got everything under control he will just have to see what the ninja has been doing when it starts…
Muffled at first but seems to be getting louder and louder. "I'm too sexy for my shirt. Too sexy for my shirt. So sexy it hurts…"
Eyes jerk up for the second time in ten minutes while he fumbles around in his cape for the object. Silence around the bar while he starts tearing away trying to find that stupid phone. Funny, he didn't remember putting it on him, let alone on a ring tone before he came down this morning…
"I'm too sexy for my pants. Too sexy for my pants…"
Grace is his middle name, or well, used to be... though right now he seems to be lacking that quality franticly trying to find the little plastic annoying box. The ringer starts up again repeating the same two verses while he just looks down at it in horror.
"I did not program that…"
He shifts around glancing at the others while they watch him toy with the phone. One message.
Happy April Fool's Vincent
A slight smirk appeared before a frown. "Yuffie…"
He clicks the phone shut and places it back into his pocket. He'll fix it later, right now he has to see a certain ninja about touching his things.
