Yuffie took a final look at herself in the long mirror on her bedroom wall and had to smile at the reflection looking back at her. She allowed her hair to grow a short distance past her shoulders and the red dress hit her curves in all the right places. The young child grew into an amazing woman and she could not believe at one time she avoided growing up like it would kill her. It only took a little help from a kind man for her to see the benefits behind her changes.

Jiece Fujisha was the leader of a high class clothing company and worked for Yuffie's father to make him appear as classy as possible at all times. Yuffie and Jiece spent time together talking once she finished helping Vincent Valentine deal with his demons and they got along wonderfully. He listened to her crazy rants and never talked her down. His ability to listen allowed Yuffie to find a person to escape with and turn off her childish traits. She wasn't entirely sure how he did it, but he was talented and kept her moving forward. The perfect man to call her fiancé.

"Yuffie, your guests are here!" Jiece called from the bottom of the tiny house's stairs.

"Coming!" Yuffie called back with a happy jump. She rushed out of their bedroom and continued to run down the stairs. In the living room, her old friends sat with smiles waiting for her.

Cloud sat at the start of the couch with his arm around Tifa's shoulders. His hair was the same bright blonde and just as messy as always. Tifa appeared the same as when she had seen her a month ago for her own announcement with Cloud. The loving lady was pregnant and her stomach was finally carrying the sign of a baby bump. Cid leaned on the other end of the couch and a piece of straw was hanging out of the corner of his mouth as he chewed on one end. Cait Sith sat on the arm of the couch next to Cid and Red XIII was resting comfortably on the floor in front of them both. Barrett sat like a king on a love seat with a proud smile on his face.

Yuffie allowed her eyes to finally rise and meet the crimson circles of the man standing behind them all. While she fought along his side about ten year ago, she crushed on the Goth hard. When their battles were finally over and it seemed as if the world was a safe place, she ran away from him. Meeting his stare allowed her to remember those moments she spent fighting next to him, but the many years apart ruined the dreams she carried about the man. She couldn't even remember what pulled her to him in the first place.

"I'm so happy you guys were able to make it out here!" Yuffie said and pulled her thoughts away from the past. "I was afraid you wouldn't make it for our big day!"

"Honey, you getting married marks a miracle in my books," Cid said with a smirk. "I had to see this event for myself or I wouldn't believe it!"

"Hey now." Tifa chuckled and stood to pull Yuffie in a hug. "We all know she would settle down with a man some day. Right, Vincent?"

Vincent raised his eyebrow in confusion with her direct address to him. "I'm not getting into that discussion."

Yuffie smiled at him and looked over to Jiece with the same smile. If she continued to stare at the man in the perfect fitting shirt and tight, dark jeans she would lose the woman she worked so hard to build. It was amazing how easily the power the man once held over her was returning. She needed to ignore him or ruin the happiness she learned to love with the man next to her.

Jiece took Yuffie's hand and raised her knuckles to kiss them softly. He smiled at her old friends and gave an apologetic look.

"I need to get into work so I can try to get a recent order sorted out. I guess the company we ordered our cloth from sent it over with no organization at all. I will leave you under her lead," Jiece said and kissed Yuffie's cheek. The girl blushed slightly and he had to smirk. She reacted very oddly to his actions at times.

Yuffie took a deep breath and returned her eyes to her friends. She made it a point to hide from Vincent's eyes.

"Jiece's home is not a large place, as you can see," she said and looked around the small living room they stood in. "I spoke with my father and he is more than happy to allow you to stay in the few guest rooms we have in our castle. Is that alright with you?"

"No problem at all," Tifa said and hooked her arm around Yuffie's elbow. "Let's get going so I can take a little nap. This traveling stuff beats the hell out of me."

"Right this way!" Yuffie said and waved her arm for the others to follow her.

Vincent followed the group up the stairs of the castle and kept his eyes on Yuffie as she spoke endlessly with Tifa. He could not place what was amiss, but something was not right in Yuffie's bubbly world. Whenever he thought back to their time together he could always recall the annoying laughter he heard and the endless pokes to his side when she was around. She still carried a laugh, but it was not as strong as he remembered. Unlike the years before, it seemed as if she was avoiding him like the plague. Her eyes met his once that day and now she was keeping her distance.

Their friends were not making a major deal of her finding him uninteresting, but it really was bothering him. His head was convinced she was nothing but a childish annoyance he only was forced to put up with when the battles came around. Now he walked behind her and realized her jumpy attitude was anything but annoying. Her positive behavior was the major factor which made others love her. Not that he was in love with the child or anything. She was only...thirty?

Damn. Yuffie was thirty years old and looked damn fine at the age.

She looked fine but her personality was a mess. No matter how much he once convinced himself he hated her joking ways, he would now pay any price to see her crack a joke or run through the long line of endless stories she always created.

"Vincent, your room will be right here," she said and opened the bedroom door. He looked over his shoulder and saw the rest of their group was already in their bedrooms. He returned his eyes to Yuffie when he heard tapping on glass. He froze when he saw her standing on the bed tapping the light bulb in the ceiling fan. "This light is stubborn and likes to not work properly. If you just tap the glass lightly -"

Vincent rushed forward as Yuffie did a nosedive for the floor off the bed. She never was a well balanced individual, and why was she so foolish when she wanted to do something. Who in their right mind would think what she was doing was a good idea?

Vincent held his arm under Yuffie's back while his legs straddled her own. Finally, she was forced to look in his eyes once again. He could not count how many times he faced dreams at night with those green eyes watching him. Oh, how he missed her!

Before either of them knew what was happening, Vincent's lips met Yuffie's and bliss filled them both. Yuffie pushed against his chest at the start but she began to melt as his hand grabbed her hair. Her hands slid behind his neck so she could hold him to her.

He knew it was all he ever wanted from the woman. At some point, he buried his lust for other women in his life. Then she appeared and knocked the shit out of his reasoning and made pushing her away so much harder than he ever thought possible. He raised his head a couple inches from her face and their heavy breaths mixed together.

"Yuffie," he whispered when he saw her eyes. He could not believe it only took such a small action to crash the wall he built to keep her away. What caused the wall to crash so easily?

"Vincent, what...what is going on?" she asked. She took her fingers and trailed them through the soft strands of his long hair.

"I'm not sure," he admitted. There was something there. He caught a glimpse of the ring on her finger and mumbled a curse under his breath. "You are engaged and I made a move on you. I'm not too sure what happened, but I think we just had a mess with past feelings. I'm sorry."

Vincent got off the floor as quick as possible and walked away leaving Yuffie on the floor. He should have helped her to her feet, but he could not trust touching her again with a bed so close to them. There was no way to deny the words screaming in his head. He wanted her and he didn't care how he got her. He needed to leave before he got foolish.