They don't often run into eachother, because he's busy helping rebuild an empire and she's kind of floating around, biting her lip and gritting her teeth at the crown she can't quite kick away from her heels. He has probably thought about her maybe twice in his life, and it's surprising because she's the princess of Wutai, and less surprising because that bartender with the mean right hook also has a pretty mean rack, and really do you notice a girl like that next to a girl like that? But he saw her on the street, and he wasn't sure what the answer was. She saw him coming, because that ridiculous hair which she knows is so dyed, just attracts attention. She thinks that maybe he just needs attention or something like that, but he gets enough of it with that suit that makes her think of war and territory, an empire that should never rise again and an empire that probably never would again. A Turk. In her language, they actually had a word just for them.

He has a red shock of hair that reminds her of women who put on too much lipstick. And she is more boyishly shaped than he is, and he was never the type to go for that but that day he'd passed her on the street and they'd ultimately wound up at the same location. Seventh Heaven. He understands what people think of him, but he really isn't the type who has a different girl every night. He actually hasn't gotten laid in...well, kind of a long time. Being a Turk is all consuming, even now, when all he has to stand in is a pile of rocks. But she called him a man-whore when it became clear that he was watching Tifa's aforementioned rack through his beer, and he had raised his head, almost sheepish.

Yuffie isn't jealous or really even indignant about it, but she calls him out. Just because she feels like it.

"You are such a loser." she says easily, spinning around on her stool and jumping off of it. She is a skinny, tiny little thing but, Leviathon her legs look miles long. Reno rubs his tired eyes, thinking that maybe he needs to take a personal day, from you know, doing the tons upon tons of absolutely nothing. The absolutely nothing that still manages to soak up all of his time.

"I have no idea what you mean princess." he says tiredly. She grits her teeth. She hates it when people refer to her like that, because ninety percent of the time it has very little to do with her actually being royalty. It only coincidentally fits as a pet name, and she doesn't find it very funny at all.

"Yeah, don't call me that." she says. He shrugs.

"Fine, I won't." but his eyes tell her that he thinks the name is perfect, considering. And she realizes that even if he were to actually address her as such with the proper reverence she still wouldn't like it. She doesn't know what to think about that.

"I do have a name."

"Oh?" he says, with one red arched eyebrow, and she thinks holycrap maybe he really is a natural red.

"Yes. And I'd like to hear it sometime."

"Shit, well now you've made it awkward, because I really don't remember what it is." There is an amusing space of time, where something behind her eyes says that she almost buys that. But her look is suddenly sly and she is moving towards him with a grace he just realizes she has, but doesn't actually use when appropriate. Fighting him when the world was in crisis, no grace to speak of. Sliding her way over to him in a semi crowded bar, as graceful as well…a ninja.

"You're flirting with me." She says. Sighing, he puts some gil on the bar. Her declaration kind of ruins it for him. He is flirting. And he's flirting with that brat ninja girl he actually couldn't remember the name of until about some months ago. He needs to go to sleep, because this is just weird. He should leave, but instead he turns around to face her. There are a thousand things he could say to her, and he thinks a good enough chance that most of them will land her in his bed, but he says none of them. At the last minute the absurdity of the situation hits him full blast and he really can't believe that he was entertaining the idea. Because she's still so much like a little girl and he's not entirely sure he could put an arm around her without feeling like the ultimate pedophile. Contrary to popular belief he does have some shame. She is still looking at him expectantly.

"You know what, never mind. I gotta go home and hit the sack." He starts to head for the door but she is hot on his heels.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, that is so not what you were going to say." He rolls his eyes and turns again to face her.

"Well, what was I gonna say?" he asks. And she looks up to the ceiling in thought.

"I don't know, probably something really lame."

"Lame."

"Yup. Lame. Like," she puffed out her chest and put her hands on her hips. "'what do you say we get outta here?' Something like that…" she said moving her hand to her chin. Reno shrugged.

"Well, it's always worked wonders for me." Yuffie rolled her eyes.

"Tch, whatever."

"You think I was gonna ask you to come home with me?" he said easily. Reno looked on amused, because for all her attitude, she reddened like some of the shyer girls he'd been out with. Yuffie was a lot of show, but how much else, he wondered.

"I know you were." She crossed her arms. Reno shrugged again, just ready to go to bed already. Just talking to her was tiring him out. He decided to make a quick end of it.

"Fine, you got me." Even though she had claimed to know, she still looked a little thrown off by that. "But then I changed my mind." He said bluntly. She looked as insulted as he thought she might. "And judging from your face princess, I think my lame line would have worked for you too." He said slyly. She reddened again.

"No, it's not like I woulda said yes or anything, it's just so typical that you lost your nerve." He blinked.

"I didn't lose my nerve, I'm just tired. Which is wh-"

"Whatever, I bet that if I was like this," she motioned wildly in the air, "and that, you wouldn't be tired."

"This and that?" she rolled her eyes again.

"You know, like Tifa." Reno nodded. Oh. Well she did have a point there. If he wasn't one hundred percent sure her moody blonde boyfriend wasn't lurking somewhere in the darkness, he would be all over that. Shiva, he'd like to see her wear that outfit from the old day-

"Figures." Yuffie said, interrupting his thoughts. Somewhere along the way he'd let his gaze stray to Tifa.

"So if you were gonna say no anyway, what's your problem?" he put his hands in his pockets. "Let's be honest, it's probably better, that we don't. I'm tired and a little buzzed so-." She looked insulted again.

"So you're trying to tell me that's the only reason you were drooling over me five minutes ago?"

"Yeah, that's what I'm trying to tell you." Reno usually didn't see that as a problem, but right now the girl was already kind of clingy. Combined with everything else, it was a definite no go.

"Fine. But you're missing out." Reno blinked, talk about mixed signals.

"Effin A, Kisaragi, what do you want? Do you want to come home with me?"

"Not a chance. I'm doing things on my own terms."

"What…what is this?"

"I'm gonna show you how it's done. I'm gonna show you what you're missin' out on." Yuffie poked him in the chest. "I will show you how to get in someone's pants." Okay, well that's weird. He thought about it though. She had the cute thing going for her, but he was sure that was the extent of her game. But her words woke him up a little. He looked around the bar.

"Alright, who's your target?" She only shook her head.

"Duh. You."

Author's Note : So, I'm gonna be honest, this was supposed to be a shameless, badly disguised PWP, and in a way, I guess it kind of still is. XD What happened though, was that I opened this document, which has been sitting on my computer for months, and I realized could have a bit of fun with it first. I don't anticipate this being a very long one, but as I've learned, when it comes to the fanfiction I write, I don't really have a say. The story's boss. Oh, and the rating might go up later. Regardless, I hope you liked it if you read. And I hope you read on.