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Vincent. Chapter I.

I yawned and leaned back far in my chair. I watched as Yuffie and Tifa ran around busily, serving others at their little bar.

A smile crept its way to my face when Yuffie looked at me, and suddenly blushed. It was like her feelings were written all over her cute little face.

I, Vincent Valentine, was exteremely tired. I had just come back from a three day mission. I'd only gotten about five hours of sleep in those three long days. It was safe to say I was probably going to collapse from exhaustion soon.

My thoughts were interrupted by a loud crashing sound. I looked to see Tifa lying on the ground in a puddle of liquids.

"TIFA! WATCH WHAT YOU ARE DOING NEXT TIME! Jesus!" Yuffie's face was red from yelling at Tifa. I had to admit, she was cute when she was angry.

The mood around me suddenly changed. I bolted right out of my chair and whirled around.

The person's face was covered, and appeared to be two heads shorter than me. I didn't like this feeling; the feeling that I needed to get the hell away from this person.

"Hello," the voice was emotionless, "Join us, Vincent Valentine. Or die trying to run away."

My eyes grew wide. How did this… This thing… Know my name? I switched my stance, knowing that this wasn't going to end well.

"Who the hell are you, and how do you know who I am?" My voice was quiet yet stern.

The figure smiled, "That, my friend, is none of your concern. Please, just come with me, before I involve your friends in this as well."

The figure nodded to Yuffie and Tifa, who were both staring at me wide-eyed.

I growled, throwing a punch at the figure. They fell back, and their hood fell. It revealed a young man with steel-blue hair that covered half his face. He smirked at me.

"We'll come back for you Vincent." And suddenly he vanished.

"Vincent? Vincent... Snap out of it!" Two pairs of arms attempted to shake me. They came to avail

I turned around suddenly to face Tifa and Yuffie. "Did you see that man? Guys we got to do something… He…"

Both girls looked confused. "Vincent?" Yuffie looked at me worriedly, "What guy?"

How did they not just see him? Have I gone utterly mad? He was standing right there in front of me. I turned to Tifa, "You must've seen him. He was right there, I swear."

Tifa shook her head sadly, "Come on Vince, let Yuffie take you home. Maybe you're just delirious from exhaustion. Ever since you got back from that, you've been acting strangely."

Yuffie grabbed my arm. I let her drag me along to her little Mercedes. Once secure, Yuffie closed the door and climbed into the other side.

"Yuffie… You had to…"

"No Vincent, I didn't… Please, just forget about it okay? You're just tired." She said the last part almost like she was trying to convince herself.