I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING PERTAINING TO FINAL FANTASY OR ITS CHARACTERS. I ONLY OWN RIGHT TO THE FICTIONAL STORIES I WRITE.

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Yuffie groaned as her eyes blinked open. Her side was sore and her body was stiff. She took in the lighting of the area and saw she was laying in a hospital bed inside Reeve's company. It was one bed of many inside a large room. It was Reeve's best play at a hospital setting. The idea of being in a hospital setting freaked her out. No matter how much pain she was in she was not staying in the bed.

"I don't think you should stand just yet," a voice called out.

Yuffie looked to the front door of the room and gave a small smile. Cloud, Tifa and even Vincent were walking in to see her. Cloud and Tifa stood close giving off their typical feeling. Everyone knew they were together but no one knew how close they truly were. Vincent appeared gloomy as usual but he did seem a little better than the old days. It felt like forever since she had seen him. Okay, it had been about a month since she last spoke to him, but it wasn't only her fault.

"Hey guys," she said moving her legs to hang off the bed. "What's up?"

"I'll go get one of the doctors and let them know you're up," Tifa said with an excited smile.

"Don't worry about it. I feel fine," Yuffie said and smiled. It was adorable how motherly Tifa was with all of them.

"Yuffie, you've been passed out for three days," Tifa said before she left the room.

Yuffie's mouth dropped and she looked at the men as they sat down. She slid back under the blanket on the bed and leaned backwards. Tifa left her with two of the most unfeeling men in the world after saying the worst thing ever. Great work best friend.

"How are you feeling, seriously?" Cloud asked.

"Eh, tired a little. My side is sore, as well. Did you guys figure out what I was given?" Yuffie asked and raised her shirt to peek at the sting mark. It was red where the stinger had entered and it appeared to be surrounded by an oddly shaped bruise.

"You're not going to like it," Cloud said and looked at Vincent.

"Oh man! I was really hoping the wasp would have left me with a new car!" Yuffie gave him a duh look. "Of course I'm not going to like it. Just tell me so I know what I'm going to have to go through to cure it."

"There is no cure," Cloud said without stopping. "You were injected with Geostigma."

Yuffie looked at Vincent to see if it was a joke. He only bobbed his head to agree and gave her a sad look. She felt her face turning a slight shade of red as her anger rose slowly.

"How the hell am I not dead yet?" she asked. Cloud flinched and Yuffie covered her mouth quickly. She really wasn't good with watching what she said.

"Doctors have found ways to kill bits of the disease slowly, but there isn't a way to eliminate it completely," he said. "The doctors have been giving you shots every couple hours as you were out of it. I drink a liquid form they created and that version will also be available to you. It takes like crap, but it keeps me alive."

Yuffie groaned and rubbed her face. "When can I go home?"

"You can't," Cloud said.

"What?" Yuffie snapped. "Like hell I can't go home!"

"Well, you can but you shouldn't. We've only seen the Geostigma appear in a couple patients and the other have had family homes to return to. That way they have people to watch over them in case something drastic happens," Cloud said. He glanced at Vincent and he gave a nod to signal it's okay to continue. Before he could say another word Yuffie cut him off.

"In case you idiots forgot, I got kicked out of my village!" she snapped and glared at them. It wasn't powerful but it got her anger across.

"But surprisingly, I haven't kicked you away," Vincent said. "I have a guest bedroom I'm willing to open up for you. I only live a couple blocks from Reeve's company. That way if something happens we can bring you here quickly."

Yuffie fell silent for a short moment and stared at Vincent. "You would let me stay with you."

"I won't deny I find you annoying some days, but I am willing to put up with you on most," Vincent said.

"I promise not to be too much of a bother." Yuffie held her right hand up as if she were making an oath. "I will be as little of Yuffie as I can be. I promise, Vinnie."

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Vincent sat at his dinning room table with Yuffie and cut her out a piece of pizza. She smiled when he placed it in front of her. He knew it was only a matter of time before she drove him insane, but so far she had been pleasant. She talked in little spurts and laughed like a kid, but it was almost cute. He would never tell her he thought that way no matter what she did.

"Thank you, Vinnie," she said and took a bite of the pizza. He followed suit and did his best not to appear as if he was watching her every move. She made his wonder about a lot of things. Most of it was silly and would be forgotten with ease. The only thought he couldn't forget was how long had she been working for Reeve and how had he missed it? "You look at if you have the world sitting on your head."

He ignored her complete chop of the phrase and responded with he weighing question. "How long have you worked for Reeve?"

"Almost a month," she said. "What's up?"

"I have been helping him out since a little after the fight against Deepground. I don't know how I missed you showing up for a month," he admitted as he finished off his pizza. He reached for a second piece and Yuffie giggled.

"They have these awesome things called cell phones." She was only halfway through her first slice. "Reeve sends me a text or gives me a call when he knows there's a spotting near my location and I go out."

"Where do you even live?" Another factor tugging at the back of his mind. Yeah, she was kicked out of home. Yeah, she was welcome to her friends' places. But he hadn't been informed of her current whereabouts.

"Eh, it's not a big deal where," she said and took a large bite.

Vincent leaned back while she took pleasure in the fattening food. None of them heard about where she was living. Deep down it worried him more and more. Her want to avoid the topic flashed red lights of warning. What in the world had she gotten herself into?

"The pizza was fantastic. I'll eat some in the morning for breakfast so you don't have to worry about it going bad. My old friends back in Wutai thought I was nuts for loving cold pizza as much as I do. You bought dinner. I'll do dishes. Even trade, right?" Yuffie continued to go on and on as she headed into the kitchen. She was trying to distract him from his topic of interest and he knew how she worked. She apparently forgot how he worked.

Vincent was next to her in a quick minute and put his hand against the wall to stop her from taking any more steps into the kitchen. She bumped into his arm and turned to look at him with confusion. He looked her directly in the eyes. "Where have you been staying?"

Yuffie let out a puff of breath and looked away from his face. "I have a blanket I carry in my backpack and I lay it out whenever I don't want to barge in at someone's place."

"Just so you know, this is the first time you've crashed at my place and I had to invite you here to do it," he said and walked away leaving her to lean against the wall alone.

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Yuffie knew he was sitting alone in his living room while she finished rinsing the dishes. How could he just say something like that and then walk away? It wasn't like he was confessing a long time crush but her heart was telling her otherwise. She turned off the water and placed the plate in the strainer. Her head was a complete mixed up mess. And people wondered why she rambled on so much. Because people like him made things so confusing.

She dried her hands on a towel on the counter and walked into the living room where he slept. Yes, he was sitting on his recliner and was lost in some dream or other. She could see his eyes jerk around behind his eyelids. His dream was intense and she knew to just let him finish it out. Maybe it was a good dream for her demon man.

Yuffie angled her head on the arm of the couch as she watched him sleep. Like she would even dream of calling him hers.