Katori: Yuffentine, yayness! Random thought I decided on writing out.

POST AC! Before DoC, everyone is staying at Tifa's bar!

((Yuffie's P.O.V))

He's still mad, I can just feel it radiating off of him like an aura. He's good at hiding it, no one else can tell but me, because I just know that there's something wrong with him… I just don't know what that 'something' IS.

He hasn't been talking to me like he normally does, when the lights are out and no one else is around we usually start up some sort of conversation with each other. It isn't like today isn't any different then yesterday or the day before, I STILL have insomnia and he's STILL up at ungodly hours like he's waiting for me to come downstairs and sit with him.

OK that was wishful thinking, I know the man sleeps, I've seen him sleeping before, and let me tell you, he looks so peaceful when he's asleep. His eyelids flutter just a little bit, and his hair falls into his face, sometimes –and don't tell him or he'll kill me- I push those strands of hair out of his eyes.

Vince looks really cute when he's in his sleep wear, he wears this white t-shirt and really baggy blue pants that have little criss crosses on them in black. Not only that, but his hair looks shaggy and messed up, it adds even more sexiness to him. Not only that, but I usually never saw him barefoot, and without his weapon or belts or his tattered red cape. He doesn't look a day over twenty when he's sitting there with his hands wrapped around a coffee cup, his hair looking de shelved and his normal attire.

I've always asked him how old he is, but he never tells me, he says it's unimportant and that I really don't need to know. I know he slept in a coffin for thirty so years, but that doesn't count, he was sleeping, or more precisely, having nightmares. I've guessed that from what he's explained to me that he's somewhere in his mid-twenties body-wise, probably 24 or 26 or somewhere around there.

Anyways, back to the situation at hand, I'm sitting there with my usual cup of green tea that Tifa keeps around special for me and Vince is sitting there with HIS cup of earl grey. But he isn't speaking, in fact, he's kind of scowling, it may be because of the lighting, but I could swear that my super ninja senses see him scowling at his cup out of the corner of my eyes.

I want to ask him what's wrong, but then I stop to wonder if I'm the one he's really angry at. I mean, what if I did something earlier that I don't remember and he's mad at me for forgetting? I try to wrack my rains to figure out what that could have been, I can't really think of anything. I haven't done anything remotely harmful that could get him mad enough at me to give me the silent treatment.

I bite my bottom lip and wait for any indication to his current thoughts or behavior, but nothing comes. It's like waiting for the sun to rise, in which we normal go back up and crawl under the covers until it seems like a decent hour to actually 'get up'.

I remember that this whole silence thing between us started yesterday evening, in which I came downstairs and greeted him like I normally do, only to have him shift a bit and then go back to his starring at the counter. I honestly don't know what is so Leviathan damned interesting about the stupid marble counter, but apparently it's more fun to look at then me.

Sometimes we talk about our pasts, he's told me all about his childhood, and how he grew up in Wutai with his mother and younger sister. He lost them both to the Shinra war. Just how I lost my mother. I share comfort in knowing that I can share some of his pain and help him cope like he helped me. Other times we'll talk about what we've been doing, or planning on doing with our lives.

I even once got out of him what the extent of his relationship with Lucrecia was, actually I'm not too surprised that nothing really major happened between them. Vinnie is a real gentleman, and I highly doubt that he'd do anything with a married woman, regardless of how much he loved her.

Their relationship was more of an emotional thing, come to think of it, so is ours in a way.

Damn I wish it was more physical.

But then again, I'd actually have to get past the first step and tell him I LIKE him in order for it to get even REMOTELY physical. Considering the fact that that isn't happening anytime soon, I'd say I'll have to wait a fair bit longer…

AUGH! This silence is going to KILL me if it lasts for another second, I HAVE to think of something to say! Oh damn it if he's mad at me, at least I'll know or even have a clue what he's mad ABOUT if I ask him!

"Vince, what the hell is wrong-"

"-Yuffie, can I ask you something?"

……………………………

Ok that was awkward….

"Um, sure," I reply, silently hoping that it isn't something that I had hoped it wouldn't be, I mean what if he's going to leave? What if he's just been tolerating me for the past few years and wants me to leave him alone?

He remained silent for a long while, it made me wonder if I had lost him to the recess of his mind once more. I waved a hand in front of his face, showing him he still had my undivided attention. Damn, the man would only have to LOOK at me and I'd give him all of my attention.

"Tomorrow….. It's your birthday, isn't it?" He sounds almost tentative

What. The. Hell!

THAT'S what he was so worried about? But wait a minute, I quickly did the calculations and came to the conclusion that he was, in fact, correct. Tomorrow was my 19th birthday and I had completely forgotten about it until now, aside the last time I told him when it was.

Come to think of it, his birthday was last month... it was another little detail I had somehow annoyed out of him, it wasn't as if he wanted anything special, but I did manage to scrounge up a present for him. It was a simple black shirt that he could wear under his cloak and a couple nice materia.

"Yeah, it is, is that what you were so quiet about?" I asked him incredulously, starring at him and watching for his reaction.

He looked down at me, his crimson eyes holding a kind of warmth in them that you really had to know him well to see. He was looking rather sheepish now, and that really amazed me, I had never seen him look like that before. Sometimes when we were talking I would see some little smile, or when he was fighting he would slightly glare or you could see his annoyance sometimes at the swearing Cid did.

However, never did he EVER in the three years I have known him, EVER look sheepish like he was embarrassed about something HE had done.

"I thought you'd be angry for my carelessness in forgetting the date of your birth." Yup, my jaw hit the ground, HE thought that I would be MAD at him? What world did he live on!

"God Vince, I completely forgot about it until now!" I told him, taking another sip of my slightly lukewarm tea that I had neglected until now. "I can hardly blame you for forgetting about something as little as that when I barely remembered myself." Ah, the love of tea, it really calms you, and those who don't think so should check their heads…

I suddenly felt him frowning at me, I slowly turned to lock onto his eyes once more, and I was right, he was looking rather annoyed with me. I tilted my head to the side and waited for him to explain the reason why he looked so upset.

"Your birthday is important, it's not everyday that you come of that age…" He suddenly looked interested, "Does Tifa know?"

I raised my eyebrow at him, wondering if he had hit his head or something, if TIFA knew my birthday she would make me a party…. And GOD knows that it would last until 3 o'clock in the morning and all we would do is get drunk and play truth or dare. (In which I would TOTALLY be sober and catching it on camera).

"No, are you nuts!" If everyone else wasn't asleep I would have raised my voice, but we were already pushing it with our whispers, we both knew Nanaki was a light sleeper and scolded us twice before for staying up late.

He looked thoughtful as he took a gulp of his own tea, I took the second to admire him, the moonlight was streaming in through the window behind him and it outlined him. Giving the vampire-like man a slight glow, I blushed and looked away, I didn't want to get caught starring.

"Yuffie, you're blushing, something bothering you?"

I –if anything- turned even redder and turned away from him so he wouldn't see it. I shook my head and pretended like I needed more sugar, busying myself with standing up to grab the sugar bowl. I growled when I realized that I had accidentally pushed it farther into the shelf that Tifa kept it on. It was just taller then me and I always had to stand up on the tips of my toes to grab it, usually Vincent left it out for me, but we decided to put it away after using it.

Suddenly I felt him brush past me and grab it with ease, bringing it back down for me to take.

I realized then that we were in a VERY awkward position, with my back up against the counter and twisted to face him, and he was up against me in order to reach past my hand and take the sugar bowl down for me. I was boxed into the counter, with a VERY attractive and alluring male standing above me and towering down at me.

((Normal P.O.V))

'Kiss her stupid!' Mentally screamed Chaos, already aggravated to the point of no return when Vincent had forgotten her birthday.

'What? Are you even more insane then normal? She's hardly my age-' retorted Vincent, scowling lightly at the situation he had so idioticly put himself in.

'-But you WANT to, so what else matters, look she's waiting for it! Chimed in Hellmaster, the more daring of the remaining three demons that occupied his mind. It was usually he and Chaos that caused Vincent the most trouble, the others usually remained quiet and let the two stronger monsters to do the talking.

'No, she would hate me!' He tried to put that stupid mental block up, but they were either too strong or he was to tired to keep it up effectively.

'Oh for the love of Shiva, she's maybe 6 years younger then you and she knows what she's doing, she's an adult! You BOTH want it, or else she wouldn't talk to you, she'd ignore you like the others, she wouldn't STARE at you-'

'-she stares at me?' Vincent suddenly cut in, shifting slightly and refusing to break the now eye-lock the two were sharing, her eyes were apprehensive, she wasn't sure what to do either, but neither tried to move away.

'Wow, he's even more clueless then I expected…'

'Indeed…'

He finally succeeded in putting up the Godly mental block and drowned out the two demons and their nit picking. He blinked suddenly.

"Beat you," she said weakly, trying to lighten the mood even just a little bit, he raised an eyebrow at her, and she giggled slightly, "Well here I thought we were having a staring contest…"

But nothing could beat the blush on her cheeks or the fact that she had subconsciously leaned up a little farther into him. She stared at him expectantly, and even a little shyly, wondering if that little flame of hope would be smothered when he moved back away from her and acted like nothing had happened.

Something was drawing him towards her, her pink lips, soft skin, stormy eyes, he subconsciously reached out and lifted her chin with his human hand. That distance or so turned to a foot, then inches, then just a breath away until he was brushing up against her nose. He had given her plenty of time to pull away or shove him off, but she was still tilting her head slightly and slowly closing her eyes.

Their lips met in a soft kiss and his mind exploded, he could hear those demons just beyond his barrier hooting and howling in some sort of sick and twisted joy.

Yuffie wasn't doing much better, she was melting into his touch, she was hypnotized and couldn't pull away even if she wanted to. Her arms inched up around his neck and her body was once again up against his.

They broke apart and she rested her head on his chest, waiting for the inevitable to happen, her heart was somewhat sinking, she didn't' want him to pull away or apologize. She wanted for him to say anything that told her that it wasn't a one-time thing.

His head shifted slightly and she felt him turn towards the wall to their right, he wrapped his arms around her and placed his chin atop of her head.

"Happy Birthday Yuffie,"

She looked over to where he had just glanced and smiled at what she saw.

The clock read 12:01.

Today was her birthday, and what a way to start it…

Katori: Yay! Fluffyfulness! I MAY turn this into a little story, but for now I'll consider it a one-shot.

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