"Vinnie!!!" Vincent looked up at the sounded of the voice and saw a small figure flying at him from the top of the stairs. He didn't see it coming in time and was taken back in surprise as the force of the being knocked him promptly on his back and on the floor of Seventh Heaven.
He blinked once or twice before his eyes focused on the being who now sat on top of him, grinning triumphantly. It took him a moment longer to realize who it was. "Hello Yuffie."
"Hello? Hello?" Yuffie echoed, raising an eyebrow and starting to look like she was about to get mad. "You know you got a lot of nerve, making us thing you were dead. I mean heck, how are you alive anyways? We all saw you speed at like… top speed towards that… Omega thing and when the sky cleared, you were nowhere to be found. I come to repeat that you were always different, but I guess that's why you're you! And…"
"Yuffie…" Vincent said, after she had continued her rambling for a little longer.
"Hmm?"
"Would you kindly get off me?" Vincent stated flatly, raising a single, ebony eyebrow.
"Oh!" Yuffie started, immediately turning a bright shade of pink before quickly getting off him, giving and apologetic smile. "Sorry."
He moved to sit up and looked at the tiny ninja beside him, who was now looking at the floor, lost in her own thoughts. "… it's alright."
Vincent than rose to his feet and moved to go up the stairs to see the others.
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Damn, She thought, staring at the floor, that was so awkward.
It was weird, having been on top of Vincent in such an intimate fashion and not even realizing it. Come to think about it, she didn't exactly mind it. She shook her head quickly, Ew! Grossness! This is Vin-cent we're talking about here Yuffie! That's disgusting! Head… out of the gutter! Out of the gutter!
She stared after him at the stairs for a long while, mind bouncing about the place when her train of thought was interrupted by an incredibly monotonous female voice.
"By my calculations, you will have successfully bored through those steps with your eyesight in approximately two point five billion years." Shelke voiced from behind her, giving her the blank look that she usually carried.
"Oh--!" Yuffie said, jerking upright and looking at the oddly normally dressed girl. "Sorry Shelke, I ddin't see you there."
"I arrived halfway through your conversation with Vincent." Shelke announced plainly, "However, he seems to have left about five minutes ago and you have attempted to demolish the stairway ever since."
Yuffie turned a deep shade of pink and looked away.
"Why are you staring after him?" Shelke asked, an oddly curious tone underlying in her voice, she cocked her head o emphasize her point.
The tiny ninja's eyes darted back to the girl. "I-it's not what you think!" Yuffie stuttered, looking wide-eyed. "I-I'm just glad he's back, that's all!"
She blinked, once or twice. "I did not say anything." She said, repeating what Vincent had said to her recently on the Sierra before walking up the stairs after Vincent.
She opened her mouth to retort at the retreating form of the small woman, but fell silent the moment she realized that she had nothing to say. Leviathan, she couldn't even think correctly. Darn that Shelke, taking advantage of me like that! But this is NOT over! Noooooo… The great Yuffie Kisaragi will have her revenge.
She got to her feet, having completely forgotten about her awkwardness and rather occupied with planning how to bleach Shelke's hair in her sleep. She grinned mischievously and skipped up the stairs, regaining her former composure in no time.
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"Glad to see you back Vincent." Cloud waved from his desk, with Tifa standing beside him. Apparently, he was filling out forms for his delivery business.
"Vincent!" Tifa yelled excitedly and ran over to the cloaked man, embracing him in a light hug. He stiffened for a moment, but lightly returned it. "Welcome back!"
Marlene was the next one to come up to him, cocking her head to the side as she approached the man. Vincent raised an eyebrow at the tiny girl, he had always wondered why a girl such as herself would not be afraid of someone such as himself. However, the girl never seemed to show any fear whatsoever when around the vampire-like man.
"You had us all very worried Mister Valentine." The girl nodded, "Are you okay now?"
Vincent strunk back, a little surprised by the girl's words to him. He was also surprised as to why everyone would be worried about someone like him. It wasn't like he often went too far out of his way to care for others. Or at least, he generally pretended to.
Ah Vincent, you pretend not to care but you always pull through in the end. He recalled Cait Sith jibbing at him after he had thought Reeve had been shot down by a Deepground soldier. It turned out that that Reeve was just another robot that Reeve had designed as a disguise. He should have known.
After a moment, he gave a small smile and nodded. The girl, who seemed happy with the answer and skipped over to the corner of the room where her Papa was sitting. The dark man covered in muscle lifted the girl up onto his lap with his one good hand. "Yo Vince."
It was all he had to say really, Barrett Wallace never really said much to the cloaked gunman, mainly because Vincent never really spoke back. Vincent simply nodded at the large man.
"People care more about you than you might think." Came the monotonous voice of the girl behind him. Shelke walked over to the desk and sat down at a nearby chair. "Yuffie especially, she was out looking for you almost every day."
Vincent raised an eyebrow and turned around to see as red-faced tiny ninja, who had apparently walked in just as Shelke has said her last statement. "Is this true?"
"Well… ummm… errr…" She turned a bright shade of red and looked at the floor sheepishly, trying the best to will the color out of her cheeks. "… yea."
"Why?"
She looked up, finally able to recover from her furious blush attack. "Geez Vinnie, do you have to wonder why I would be looking for a friend? Hmmm?"
Vincent was a bit taken aback. "Friend?"
Yuffie blinked a couple times, her face rather blank of emotions for once. "Errr… yea, friend. You know like… F-R-I-E-N-D? Like you know, pal? Like buddy? Like what's up dude?"
"I think he got da point, brat." Barrett spoke up from the corner of the room, earning a glare from both Yuffie and his daughter.
"Papa don't say mean things about Auntie Yuffie okay?" Marlene frowned at her father, who flushed in slight embarrassment.
"Thanks Mar." Yuffie smiled at the little girl before smirking at the man, who looked away and grumbled something. Having dealt with that situation, Yuffie looked over at Shelke. "So where'd you find him hmm? I looked everywhere! Heck I even checked back in Wutai."
Shelke seemed to resist the temptation to roll her eyes, but remained as emotionless as ever. "Doctor Lucrecia's Cavern, of course."
"Oh…" Yuffie said, her face falling ever so slightly before perking back up. "Well it's awesome that you're back!"
Why did she seem… Vincent thought, gazing intently at the tiny ninja, who had started busying herself at a nearby desk. Almost disappointed?
I believe something troubles her mind.
Chaos?
You may not have noticed it before, but I have noticed that on more then one occasion. She has used that face to hide her emotions.
Since when did you care about other people?
I don't. However, when I am unable to read people like the books that they generally are… it irritates me.
Vincent fell silent with his conversation with the inner demon, his gaze leaving the ninja and traveling to a nearby window. After a moment he kindly took his leave, muttering something about needing rest.
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Leviathan, why does Shelke have to be so… Ugh! Yuffie felt like digging a grave and burying herself in her state of shame. Vincent probably thinks I'm such a freak! Wait… why on Gaia should I care?! It's not that I live or breathe on each and every one of his whims.She silently took her own leave and went to her temporary room. Since the WRO headquarters were being repaired from it's attacks from Deepground, Yuffie didn't really have a place to stay. So Cloud and Tifa had generously allowed her to stay in the guestroom.
She was so consumed in her thoughts that when she entered the room and plopped herself onto the bed, she didn't even notice the bathroom door closed nor the sound of the shower head going.
It's not like she had always been so damn interested in the man known as Vincent Valentine… okay okay, that was a lie. She recalled that the first day that she had met him, she had thought him… kinda cute… in a totally dark and mysterious way.
She remembered berating her thought all the way from Nibelheim onward. Thinking things like Grossness! He's so creepy, mean, and… pretty much dead. And yet she would always catch herself sidewardly glancing at the cloaked gunman, like a moth to the flame, at least that was the best analogy she could think of.
She groaned out loud, covering her head with her pillow, he was still in love with that Lucrecia girl anyways. The fact that he had been at her cave proved it, who was she kidding? Why would he ever think of her as anything more than just a spoiled, little brat. That's what everyone else thought didn't they?
She groaned again and closed her eyes, attempting to rest, even though she knew she wouldn't be able to in any way possible.
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Vincent felt the hot water splash onto his face, refreshing himself from histime of solitude and coming to terms with the lady of his past. What he could say from that experience, was that he had been able to move on. Sure, he still cared about her, but he had come to terms with his past, his failures, finally able to atone for the sin of not being able to do anything.
Anyways, Lucrecia would tell me that it wasn't my fault anyways.
Host, that is something I do not understand about you. It is not impossible to move on, to find someone else to be truly happy with.
Demon, who would ever love a monster like me? I am destined to continue on alone, a fact I have come to terms with a long time ago.
The demon was silent for a moment, as if contemplating something for a moment. Chaos?
… What about… Nevermind.
Vincent narrowed his eyes ever so slightly but decided to ignore it for the time-being. He had learnt long ago that it was impossible to get the demon to tell him something that he didn't want to tell. Closing his eyes, the man finished cleansing himself and turned off the faucet to the flowing pipe.
He stepped out of the shower and grabbed the towel off the rack nearest to him, drying himself off rather thoroughly. In a moment, only his hair remained damp, clinging to the skin of his back. He pulled on his pants and decided not to wet his shirt with his hair and simply flung it over his shoulder before opening the door to the bathroom.
There was a pause, as he stopped and saw a tiny form on the bed of the room. Obviously, the form also noticed the swinging of the door and abruptly sat up. There was a silence for a good long moment as to stared at each other. But after she regained her senses, Yuffie turned a bright shade of red and screamed at the top of her lungs.
"You PERV! Get out of my room!"
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Author's Notes:
Tseng-San: So, this is my first Yuffietine. Well, actually, my first fanfic… period. But yea, I guess you guys get the point.
Elena: They probably think you're just an idiot. Who knew Tseng liked you write?
Tseng-San: -scowl grows- Elena…
Elena: Temper, temper… you keep this up and Reno and Rude will know of your fetish. Oh and… Tseng-San doesn't own any of FFVII or its chars, he isn't even actually Tseng.
Tseng-San: Right, anyways, R&R!
