Author's Notes: The previous chapter can be called a prologue if you like. Although I don't see it as that, although it was pretty short.

Pre-Aerith death.

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Another day, while they were at an inn in some town she couldn't remember the name of at the moment, she was sitting with him, Aerith and some other people. She thinks it might have been Nanaki and Cait Sith. Maybe she even saw Reno. (Maybe even Scarlet! But she thinks that was her imagination.)

She was watching him lean onto his arms as they rested on a table. She drank some juice, wondering what was up with him.

She asked him then, "Yo Vince! Why are you always so tired?"

He stayed quiet for a few moments but replied back after a while. She had learned to wait. "I don't get much sleep…"

"And why not?!" she asked a little surprised. She loved sleeping and couldn't imagine why someone couldn't get enough (unless they got insomnia, she had that too).

He stayed quiet again, but Yuffie waited for his answer.

"I… I'm busy at night," he finally replied, making Yuffie pout.

"With what?! Reading porn?" she asked, surprising the gunman. He looked at her with an expression as if she was a hideous slug. She grinned good-naturedly and waited for his response, because she knew he wouldn't let her mind wander if he could help it.

"I read… Books… And… I have nightmares…" he had replied, causing Yuffie's face to drop a bit. She would have rather had the reply 'Yes, I read porn'. It would have been funnier.

"Drink some coffee in the morning then! It gets depressing with you all tired! I've got no one to talk to!" she whined, stretching out on the table. She had just noticed that Nanaki and Aerith, even Cait Sith, were talking with each other, ignoring them. 'Spoiled sports…' she had thought.

"I don't… Really drink coffee…"

"And why not? It's good! And keeps ya up!"

"All I have is... Some horrible green tea that tastes like mineral bath…"


"Then I'll pay for coffee for you from now on!" she remembered saying. It was a good memory, and he never reminded her to buy coffee, even if she forgot once or twice, but she tried to remember. He was pretty cool, after all.

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Author's Notes: More to come, maybe tomorrow. I already have most of the first few stories written up anyways.

Adios!