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Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VII. Now please excuse me while I go cry my eyes out.

Answer It

"I would never want you, brat."

I screamed awake, frantically looking around in order to figure out where I was. I blinked a few times to adjust my eyes to the darkness of the room I was in. After I realized I was in my apartment my muscles relaxed immediately. Damn it seemed so real, I felt like I was right back at Tifa's with Vincent staring at me, his eyes burning into my memory forever.

These nightmares are definitely getting worse.

I'm in need of some serious therapy. Tifa was totally right I'm off the deep end, I'm practically out of my fucking mind. I slammed myself back down into my pillow trying to get the stupid dream out of my head. Easier said than done. When did my life become so dang complicated? Probably the moment my eyes met Vincent's. Cruse that day to hell. Who needs that stupid no good dead bitch hung up jerk anyway? Certainly not me.

I suddenly heard the cell phone ringing on my nightstand.

I froze.

This could only mean one thing: Tifa. She was the only one that still called. Why? Because everyone else knew I wasn't going to answer them and they couldn't do anything about it. Tifa, however, I was deathly afraid of and would never risk pissing off. Why? Because last month she came bursting into my apartment in Kalm and almost murdered me.

Almost. Murdered. Me.

Yup, Tifa was finally so sick of my wonderfully new found habit of not answering the phone that she almost killed me because of it.

"Hello?" I asked sweetly into the phone not wanting to upset her and get another almost visit to Leviathan.

"Hello, Yuffie. It's Tifa, but you know that because otherwise you wouldn't have answered the phone." She was happy. Oh, this cannot be good. She never is happy on the phone with me. She always is trying to make me go and talk to Vincent. Why? Because she and the rest of Avalanche were apparently listening to us on the top of the bar's staircase that night Vince and I had our fight.

Yeah, I know, my life is a complete fucking joke and my friends are a bunch of fucking eavesdroppers.

I wanted to die when Tifa told me that but it doesn't matter anyway. At least they knew what happened and I wouldn't have to ever repeat it. I knew I would never have it in me to ever repeat that night ever again. Except for in my dreams, cause ironically, it did haunt me every night since that night.

"What's up Teef?" I tried my best to keep my voice from giving away my panic.

"Oh, nothing. Just calling to see how you're doing." I could hear the smile in her voice. Something was without a doubt up.

"I'm fine, nothing much happened since yesterday when you called." I was certain I would soon regret answering this phone call.

"Well, I'm glad you're alright. You see we're having a party." I knew it. She is totally trying to get Vincent and me to talk.

"What kind of party?" I'm not going to take the bait; really, I'm just a bit curious.

"Just a small get together."

"Really? How small?"

"Just us." she piped back.

My eyes narrowed, "As in all of us?"

"Of course." That sneaky little bitch was trying to set me up!

"I'm not going." I snapped into the phone.

"Yuffie!" Tifa whined.

"No way in hell, Big Boobs!"

"You're going to have to talk to him at some point anyway. There is no pointing in drawing it out until you lose your mind!"

"I'll do whatever I want to." I told her.

"The hell you will!"

"Tifa you're the one that told me he was fuming the morning after I left!"

"I also told you he was probably mad at himself!" she screamed back at me.

"Pfft, as if! If I didn't leave he would have killed me."

"You mean runaway, chicken! You didn't leave you ran away!" Oh, that was pretty low even for her.

"Yeah of course you would know, you little eavesdropper!"

"If you didn't want us to hear you would have lowered your voice. Besides, this is your chance to show him what he's missing. Don't be an idiot and mess it up!" Tifa did have a point, but like hell I was going to tell her that.

"Fine, I'll think about it." I hissed at her, completely ready to just hang up in her face.

"I'll message you the when and where. See you there!" What? I didn't say I was going!

"I never said I was go-"

"Bye, love ya!" she hung up the phone before I could even finish my sentence.

I yelled out in anguish, "Tifa!"

Great, what a perfect ending to my not so perfect night. Now I'll I had to do was go back to sleep and dream about Vincent torturing me and my life would be complete. I was pathetic- this was just downright sad. I couldn't even control my own dreams anymore. All my mind could think about was him. Even now that I hated him and even now that I knew he hated me. I was like his little puppet. I hate this- I hate all of this.

This isn't fair.

I shouldn't love someone this much.

I shouldn't love someone who doesn't love me this much.

This just isn't fair.

"...This is your chance to show him what he's missing."

Tifa's voice rang through my mind. She's right. I can't hide out in Kalm forever; I have to stand up to him. I have to show him that I'm not going to go away and disappear. I'm going to stay and fight until he falls for me. I never lost before and there is no way I'm going to start losing now. This is a war and I only lost one battle. I have to do whatever it takes to win. I'll be damned if I don't win. I'm going to do this, I have to do this. I'm going to make him wish he never told me I was too young. He'll never even know what hit him. I can totally do this.

"Vincent Valentine, I will make you want me."

Has Yuffie finally lost it after being alone for the past few months? Maybe, maybe not. Poor Vinnie though, the things I'm planning on doing to him just aren't nice at all. Do I feel like an evil villain right now? Of course I do! Is it going to make me stop? Of course not!

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Till next time,

Nami