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The Top 10 Reasons Vincent Loves Yuffie
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The ferocious battle seemed to have gone on forever, but at last it was over. The slain monsters lay in a gooey, disgusting pile of remains and ichor, and Yuffie wasn't really in much better shape; they'd almost bitten off more than they could chew in this fight. Maybe they should've picked an area with easier monsters. She sat dizzily on the ground, catching her breath.
Vincent ran over to her and crouched beside her. He was still a little tattered-looking after his transformation back from Galian. "Yuffie, are you all right? Here, let me heal you!" He looked a bit loopy himself as he invoked his Cure materia, and didn't seem to notice that his Cure spell went awry and was wasted on Cloud, who had been knocked out in the fight and lay unconscious nearby.
She smiled wanly and produced a potion she'd kept on hand just in case, and swallowed it. In a moment she was feeling a hundred percent better. "Thanks, Vincent… I'm fine."
"Are you sure? Those beasts were vicious!" He helped her up and embraced her so tightly she eeped. "I don't know what I would ever do if something happened to you!"
She beamed. "Oh, Vincent, you don't have to worry about me."
His grip tightened for a moment, then released, and he stepped back. She smiled up into his face.
He was staring at her, perplexed. "Yuffie…?"
The Charm spell had worn off.
He took a couple more steps back from her, glared, and turned with a swirl of his cape and without a word to check on their quietly bleeding party leader, leaving her pouting at his back.
