Pure Dead Brilliant

I wrapped my arms closer around me, and shivered, walking down the cold, damp and dark alleyway. Now, you must realize, even if you're not in the slums, walking down alleys in Midgar is very dangerous, especially for super hot, well-built, 5'2" girls like myself. Especially this alley. This was where all those girls had gone missing. But that was the point, wasn't it?

My name is Euphemia Kurogane, but everyone calls me Yuffie, for short. Or if you're talking to my 'co-workers' Kurogane, or Princess. Now you're wondering, why the 'co-workers', huh? Well, that's because I'm an assasin. Of the clan of Black Sun. And in case you didn't know, that's a very well known clan. We only kill those who have killed and to protect the planet's secret. And ourselves. We can't have our coverblown, and damn, if some idiot attacks me, I'll give him a beating, and if he thinks to pull a knife or something, he's dead. And we are very good at what we do, but I'll go into specifics later. Because right now, I was on a mission.

The target was a serial killer that the police had a real hard time finding, considering he'd killed at least three times, all innocent girls, and no one knew a thing about him. Well, no one other than us. Which is why I was sent in. I, the great ninja Yuffie, one of the most capable, and the one most suited, considering my acting skills were great.

"Hey babe. What's a little girl like you doing out so late?" A gruff, mocking tone called out from a shadow to my side.

I Jumped, as if startled, but I knew he had been there the entire time. "W-who's there?" I called out, letting my voice shake and sound meek.

The large guy jumped out of the shadows, putting a dirty hand over my mouth, took a knife and started slicing my clothes to pieces. I struggled with as much strengtrh as permitted, sqealing beneath the guy's dirty hand. Can you say ew?

Then something happened not according to plan. A gun clicked off it's safety, and a deep smooth voice that actually sent shivers up spine-in a good way, mind you- called out, "Release the lady please." My attacker dropped the knife, and shoved me away from him. I let myself fall onto the ground -the oh-so-wet ground-, and scurried along the cement, and flipped around, huddling close to the wall.

I looked up with fear in my eyes, letting my body shake, to see a really hot guy holding a gun to the head of my assailant. He flipped out a cell phone and called the police murmuring that there was a knocked out rapist lying in this alley, and gave them the address. Mr. Hot-guy then struck my target across the back of the head, knocking him out, then looked to me and asked in that scrumsious voice, "Are you alright?"

"I-I think so." I let myself tremble as he approached. He offered me a hand, and I eagerly took it, then launched myself into his arms, shaking and calling up some tears. Damn. He got in the way, but since he didn't know better, and didn't see my cover broken, I would go along with him. He was a nice enough guy to stop a girl from getting raped, or so it seemed, so his life was sparred. Thank god he hadn't come a second later, or I'd have to kill him too.

The guy ackwardly wrapped his arms around me. "The police are gonna be here soon, you'll be alright." Shit! That couldn't happen! The police would get suspicous when my name didn't show up in their pitiful records. And if they heard my name. That would just get messy. So I clutched at my 'savior' tighter and looked up at him with panicked eyes.

"NO! Please! They'll take me back! I-I can't go back to him!" I let my eyes panic, and disolved into tears, letting my knees give out. This stuff was kinda fun in an odd way.

"Woah!" The guy caught me before I fell to the dirty wet ground. Which made me think, how bad did I look? Clothes-wise? He looked both ways, then sighed. "Alright then. Come on." He disentangled me from where I had been clinging to him. He looked down at my clothes then abruptly looked away, slipped out of his jacket and handed it to me. "Here."

I looked down at myself and let out a squeak. My clothes were ripped to the point that nearly everything was visible. And the only few parts that were covered didn't need to be. I snatched the jacket and slipped it on, making a mental note that it was an expensive suit jacket. A buisnessman? Why was he carring a gun? Good enough reason for me to investigate. Or so I told myself.

I took hold of his arm again, and he turned to give me a small smile. "I'm Vincent." He spoke while leading me from the alley, and quickly down a street, and into an apartment building. After taking a peak inside he rushed me in and into the elevator. The clerk turned just as he was getting in.

"Ah, Mr. Valentine, you have some mail."

"I'll get it later." He slipped into the elevator with me. Vincent turned to look at me, and just barely caught himself, before his eyes looked downwards to my scantily clad frame.

"I-I'm Yuffie." I kept my face tilted down, but let my eyes meet his and offered a sheepish smile, then a sniff, and looked down to the floor again. He was tall, 6'1" or so, standing almost foot above me, and was lean, but well built, as far as I'd felt when I'd clung to him earlier, he was a rock! Like my uncle, he didn't look like he'd be too strong, but something about the way he carried himself led me to believe that he was very strong and a very able fighter. I didn't fail to notice how his feet moved with hardly a whisper over the ground, or how fast his reflexes were when he'd caught me earlier. And if you throw in the fancy, and now that I could see in proper lighting, navy blue suit and gun, he was undoubtably a turk.

But damn! He was one hot turkey! His face was finely chiseled, with sharper angles, framed by his hair which was cut short in the back, but had somewhat unruly bangs than fell to nearly to his chin, with the middle part hanging just barely above his eyes, almost to emphasise his unearthly gorgeous crimson orbs, that almost shined. Sigh, please let him rape me or something, before I jump him.

The elevator dinged and and we go out, Vincent leading me down a nice hallway and into a very nice condo with a really good view of downtown Midgar. The furnishings were sparce, but very stylish, with dark wood flooring. Everything was done in black, white, and grey, and was super expensive, from the black leather couch and the huge flat-screen tv. Next to the living area was a modern kitchen with a breakfast bar, everything stainless steel, and fancy granite countertops. Next to the kitchen was a small hallway, with three doors. Damn, being a turkey must pay well. Really well.

Vincent flicked on the lights, shut the door behind me , and I didn't miss how he locked it. "So, Yuffie, care to explain why it'd be so bad if the police caught you?"

I witheld a shiver when Vincent said my name, but answered none-the-less. "Well, you see, my uncle died a short while ago, so I moved in with my boyfriend Reno. He was a real sweetheart at first, but, then he... Changed. Grew more... Agressive, if you know what I mean. So I finally get the courage to run away from him, and was making my way to the bank, to draw out a bit of money that my uncle left to me so I could rent a room at a motel or something when I get jumped. And then you come in. Sooo, yeah."

"And what is so bad about the police?"

"Because they wouldn't believe me, cause he's a 'model citizen'. And not to mention, it might call unessiary attention to me. Cause, I'm kinda officially dead?" I said the last part as a question, but it was true. When I became an assasin, my death was faked, so you couldn't track me. Well, that was one of the reasons.

"What?" Vincent was totally confused. "Why are you dead? How? Please explain." His eyes narrowed in suspision.

"Well, kinda obviously, I'm Wutain." I motioned to my face, and Vincent nodded in a 'go on' motion. "Thing is, I was nobility. Real high-up nobility, but thing is, when Mom died, Dad became an ass, and decided to marry me off to this old geezer that was so obviously abusive, but my father really didn't give a damn. So to protect me, my uncle and I basically ran away, and my dad was so pissed that I ran away from the offer that he had me pronounced dead. You might've heard about it. It was on the news."

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What is your name then?"

"Er, Kurogane."

Vincent blinked in surprise. "As in Euphemia Kurogane who died at the young age of sixteen from assasination to stop her from becoming a Kururugi?" His eyes widened. "You're... Her?" His face showed unmasked surprise. The Kururrugi's were the family next in line to the throne, and my marrage was supposed to bring the families together, thus elevating the already high-up Kurogane's. When I 'died' a chick from the Ito family married in instead.

His eyes narrowed again studying my face, before he nodded. "I see the resemblance."

I raised an eyebrow. This guy must be good. "Even without the war paint?"

Vincent's lips twitched upwards. "Yes, even without the war paint." He looked around for a second, before striding off down the small hallway, beckoning me to follow. I trailed after him, making sure my feet made sufficient noise.

He opened the first door and led us into a grand bedroom, with a huge king-sized bed with indigo sheets. The walls were a darker gray, and the flooring still a rich wood and because of this the large window seemed exceptionally bright in the dark room. Vincent walked over to a dark cherrywood dresser and pulled out a black button up shirt and a pair of boxers, then offered them to me.

"Sorry, but I am a bit lacking in the female clothing department. You can use the shower. Bathroom's over there." He motioned to a door on the opposite wall. I nodded, took the clothes from him, and hesitated a second before kissing his cheek.

I drew back from his stunned expression, a blush on my cheeks that was not at all fake, and met his eyes despite. "Thanks, Vincent. You really saved me. And not just from a rapist, but that too." I offered him a crooked smile before darting into the bathroom, closing the door and leaning back against it, not believing I had just done that.

Sighing, I shucked the navy jacket onto the floor, and striped off the strips of clothing. Damn, that guy was really thourough with my clothes. He even nicked my skin in several places. I climbed into the shower, appreciating the large bathtub, with two good showerheads, and jacuzzi's. I have to get me a tub like this one. The door to the shower/bath opened outward, was that warped glass stuff, and reached to the ceiling. Good, that means the steam can't escape. The rest of the bathroom was very nice also, the sink had a marble countertop, and even the toilet was fancy. Now I was seriously curious.

How much did a turk even get?

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I stepped out of the heavenly shower, letting out a billow of steam as I opened the glass door of the shower/bathtub-thing. What the heck do I call it? Shrugging to myself I let myself forget about it as I slipped into Vincent's shirt, which hung to my mid-thigh, leaving a few buttons open at the top and bottom, and then slipped on Vincent's boxer's blushing at the thought of me wearing his clothing, which smelt amazing.

Which led to the thought that I'm in the position of Vince's girlfriend, with how I was using his shower and wearing his clothes, which led me to wonder if he had a girlfriend, but then decided that he must not, considering he didn't have a single female thing here, and come on, there must at least be some forgotten or lost article of lingerie or something, which then made me wonder how Vincent was in bed, because with those muscles and considering his occupation, he probably had a lot of stamina, he just looked like the kind of guy who would be a really good fuck, and oh Leviathan, why the hell are you even thinking about these things, cause you're a virgin Yuffie, and if that changed Artemis'll have my ass on a plater!

I almost let out a cry of frustration at my thoughts. What the hell? I've been around tons of hot guys and have never had any trouble controlling my libido! But then again, a man like Vincent... Rawr... Wait, holy shit! He was Vincent Valentine! The Vincent Valentine. The badass turk extrordinaire! Hot...

Shaking my head to clear it of all perverted thoughts, I opened the door and stepped out, making my footsteps loud enough for him not to suspect that I was an assassin. "Um, Vince?" I called out, going through the bedroom, to hear something sizzling. He's cooking?

"In here." I turned the corner to see Vince put an omlet onto a plate the push said plate towards me. He had since loosened his tied dramitcally, but hadn't removed it, unbuttoned the top few buttons on his white dress shirt, untucked his shirt, removed his gun and holister, and rolled up his sleeves to his wrists. I spied his shoes over by the door, so they must've been off as well. "You must be hungry, so I made one of the only things I can make, and... Yeah." Vincent looked away, but I still caught a glimpse of his blush. Which then made me wonder if he was as into me as I was into him. Probably not, which then led me to the conclusion that I was wondering and thinking too much, damn it!

"Thanks again, Vince." He suddenly looked at me his eyes narrowed in confusion. Or so I thought, cause I really hadn't known him long enough to know. Meanwhile I had already snatched up a good chunk of the omlet with my hands ignoring the fork and shoved it into my mouth, nearly moaning at the flavor. "Damn, that stuff is good!" I attacked another peice before freezing at his odd look as I was about to throw another in my mouth. "What?" I defended.

"You aren't like any girl I've ever met."

"Course not! I was raised by Uncle Artemis and Aunt Lira. If you've ever met them, enough said." With that said I resumed eating the

Vincent blinked. "Aunt Lira? Not really your aunt, just a nanny, but really not the best influence on a child?"

It was my turn to frown. "Yeah. You know her?"

Vince nodded. "She's a friend of the family's."

I smiled. "Not surprised. While she is a bit rough, she's a real good person. What family are you from?" But it was kinda odd that he did know her. She was a recruiter for the Black Suns. Was he...?

Vincent frown lightly once again. "Takahashi. How are you so comfortable around me? We've just met. And you must know what I do."

I raised an eyebrow. "Well, you were kind enough to rescue me from a rapist and helped me away from the police, and lent me your clothing, sooo, I figure I can trust ya. If you were gonna kill me or something, then you would've just done so already. And besides, I have a good weapon. This trusty fork!" I held up the unused fork he'd given me to eat with.

My efforts were rewarded with a small smile that soon faded. "And my job?"

"What of it?"

"It doesn't... bother you?"

"No, why?" He frowned at that.

"Well, most people are unnerved, at the very least."

"I don't see why. It's not like you're a mass murderer or a phsycopath. It's just a job, that aparently pays reeeally well." I motioned to the apartment. "You're no different than a soldier or something. It's just a job. It doesn't define who you are."

I looked him straight in the eye gauging his reaction. Vincent smiled a full-on, bright smile that made my heart flutter. I gave him my signature super-bright Yuffie smile in return, actually meaning it for once, and for some reason a part of me wanted to see him smiling like that more often.

Shoving the last piece of omlet in my mouth, I stepped around the corner of the counter and entered the kitchen, walking right by Vincent to deposit my plate in the sink. I heard Vincent's breath catch.

"Even so what makes you think I won't try anything?" His voice was slightly gruffer than before, and I turned my head, to see his gaze concentrated on my exposed legs, then slowly move upward, before locking with mine. The lust burning in his gaze was unmistakeable.

I smirked at him. "Vinnie-boy, you aren't capable of raping me."

He raised an eyebrow. "Aren't I? I could easily overpower you." He stepped closer to me, and my smirk widened.

"Maybe so, but..." I closed the space between us, just barely refraining from touching him, but so close I could feel his body heat. I leaned up on my tip toes and whispered in his ear. "You can't rape the willing."

Just to mess with his head a bit, I pecked his cheek again, and danced away out of his grasp. Or tried to. His arms locked around my waist before I could get away, and pulled me against him, his arms like an iron grip around me.

"Yuffie. You're playing with fire here." His voice was gruffer still, but his words a warning, an optortunity for me to refuse. Not that I wanted to.

"I like heat." I wrapped my arms around his neck and met his smoldering eyes.

"You sure about that?" I sighed and stepped back out of his arms, watching his face fall, before grabbing his tie and tugging him out of the kitchen area, down the hall, and stopping just outside his bedroom.

I wrapped my arms around his neck again, and murmured, "If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen. Problem solved."

Vincent let out a low chuckle that sent shivers up my spine, but this time I didn't try to hide it as I pulled him down, crashing my lips to his. With a low moan, Vincent opened the door and led the way into the bedroom.