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This is a VincentxShelkexYuffie pairing…well not really a pairing…it's mostly based on Shelke and Yuffie's slight competition over Vincent's attention. Damn, I love their little triangle; it's so deliciously evil!
X Perfect Corners XYuffie never complained when Vincent came to visit Shelke, in her mind there were times for one to complain or just shut up and sit down – today was one of those times. Yuffie avoided uncomfortable situations when possible, but while she talked cheerily with Tifa she couldn't avoid the curiosity and build up of hurt that hacked away in the back of her brain.
Vincent was upstairs now talking with Shelke about God knows what and Yuffie wanted to know, badly. Even Cloud stayed away from the upstairs level and Yuffie had seen Tifa scolding Marlene and Denzel for playing near the staircase earlier.
Yes, everyone knew this was a time for no interruptions.
Vincent's presence still clung in the air, an aura of power, sorrow, and darkness – it was intoxicating.
XxxXxxXYuffie was elbow deep in suds – bubbly, warm, happy, soapy suds. She hummed softly while she scrubbed the dinner dishes. She thought of Vincent, she had been so surprised when he showed up, mid-afternoon on the front step.
"Hey! Vinnie! Long time no see!"
He nodded, simple like.
Yuffie grinned her brightest grin and jumped happily, "Come to see me hey?"
"No, I'm here to see Shelke."
Yuffie tried to act unsurprised, not hurt, she wasn't sure if he caught this. He hadn't even acknowledged her attempt at humour; his reply had been so distant.
"Oh ok, she's upstairs." Yuffie answered opening the door wider for him to pass.
He walked by, red cape sweeping across her bare arm.
Yuffie stopped humming in mid-tune and scrubbed the porcelain plate harder, so hard the lovely pink little flower print scratched off the rim.
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Dinner was over and night was fast approaching, Yuffie sat on the chair downstairs – arms folded under her knees, chin tucked in. She was tired and sleepy but couldn't let her body rest; she had to stay up to see Vincent leave. She had to say goodbye, she had to say something…something special or important so he'd notice her.
The hall was so quite and shadowed, no sounds. Yuffie strained her ears to listen harder, wondering if she could catch a piece of their conversation. She waited for what seemed like a eternity and then she heard it, and it froze her heart.
She heard a girlish giggle joined by a light chuckle.
Yuffie jumped from her chair and stumbled; she crashed onto the hardwood floor. Slowly pulling herself up, she could taste the blood on her tongue.
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Peering through the smallest of cracks in the door Yuffie could see Vincent and Shelke, their features lit by the orange glow from the table lamp. Vincent was listening to Shelke say something, her voice was soft and filled with pain – Yuffie couldn't hear. He turned to see her, red eyes watching hers, black hair hanging freely. Shelke reached up and clasped a loose strand; she spun it in her fingers before pinning it behind his ear.
The ninja cringed, how many times did she dream of running her fingers through that wild black mane? How she wondered what his reaction would be, but she had never tried. She was always afraid of what he'd say – he seemed so untouchable. But never to Shelke. Now he was just looking at Shelke with a content gleam in his eyes.
The ex-Turk reached down and gripped her shoulder; he murmured something that made Shelke smile.
Yuffie spun on her heels and darted down the stairs, tears blinding her vision she stopped in the hall and sat back down on the chair.
"I hate you…I hate you."
Her whispers were the only sound made in the quiet.
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Yuffie woke up stiff and sore, she scolded herself for falling asleep in the chair. Standing up, she willed her mind to forget the ache in her joints, but she couldn't ignore the ache in her heart.
Has she missed Vincent? Had he left already?
Racing up the stairs she ran into Shelke, the girl didn't look too surprised – then again she never did.
"Did he leave?"
Shelke cocked her head to one side, "If by he you mean Vincent Valentine, then yes he left last night."
Yuffie gasped inward, she had missed him.
He never saw her, she didn't say anything, and he never said anything. He had walked right past her that afternoon and he had just as easily walked past her that night.
"Don't worry though, he will be back – he promised."
It took Yuffie a moment to realize her fist was flying right for Shelke's pretty little face, the face that Vincent loved so much.
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Ahhh…yes…. I loved this one…. Please review! I might make more…. undecided yet.