Disclaimer: I do not own anything out of FFVII. As much as I would like to claim Yuffie, I do not nor will I ever own her. Insert sad face here. With that being said, that I also do not make any kind of money on writing this. This story has been in my head for the last few days, and it came to me in a dream. So... have fun! Please, please, no flames. If you don't like it constructively tell me what is wrong with it. Reviews will be welcomed, but yeah. Thanks for reading!

Ninjasheik: Do people try to pull pranks on you for your birthday? :O ps. Glad you like it! :D

hee. hee. Poor Vincent. Here he is trying to figure out why he is thinking these things about Yuffie and trying not to think of her in any adult like manner and she comes stumbling in and turning his whole world upside down. Typical Yuffie.

Round Two. The One With The Water.

"Yuffie."

That deep voice fills the kitchen while she tries to cook herself some breakfast.

"Vincent." 'Ha. Two can play at this game.' She smirks to herself before shoving in a toasted pastry untoasted into her mouth, whole. Very unlady like. No, scratch that, very un-princess like.

"..."

"..."

"... Did you?" For once he can't stand the silence.

"Did I what?" Oh, she was giving him no help at all. Chew, chew. Keeping mouth close, because a princess wouldn't show food while chewing. Psh. Yuffie is pretty much the Queen of bad habits. Just look at her nails. Sometimes Tifa wonders if she even brushes her hair when she gets up seeing as it's always a little rumpy in the back.

"Did you touch my phone?" He asks staring at her, well, rather leering at this point.

"Define... touch?" She squeaks before gulping down the rest of that pastry before once more giving him the silent treatment. Best not to give him any ammo to fire back at, right, RIGHT? Err... maybe?


'This is perfect!' She coos before placing more clear tape on the head of the sprayer. She always whines to Vince to come help her do the dishes when it's her turn and he usually comes bumbling down the stairs rather sulking before finally rolling up those sleeves, shoving off those nice arms and letting silken hands dive into hot murky water. Hopefully none of her friends let on that he is her target of choice today. Hopefully. Though not many really talk to Vincent, odd, and she doesn't know why really. Sure he is quiet and withdrawn, but he has such a big heart. If she could see this then certainly so could the others, right? Or for once did she finally have a step up on everyone else? 'Hm… score!'

Ready? Set? Whine!

"Viiiii~inceeeee~ent!"

A rather loud thunk was heard above her while groans of the floor boards were given as the man came down the stairs.


Okay, quiet time at last, again. He's happy now knowing that she is safe and pulling her pranks elsewhere. He smiles to himself while he remembers his conversation with the ninja.

"Define… touch?" She squeaks out trying to look more innocent. Vincent is not fooled, though she is rather innocent at most things, but once a thief always a thief. He hands up his phone to her and just watches her expression. Like clockwork the song plays back as he receives another incoming message.

"I'm too sexy for my shirt…" Another well placed groan came out of those thin lips of his while he leered down at her. Those milky cheeks turn a nice shade of pink then finally red before she hid behind another PopTarts. Yeah, he should have known.

"Thought you would like that song?" She whines.

"Why would you think that?" He asks wanting to get to the bottom of this before any other embarrassing tricks could be pulled by her.

"Because you are sexy?" A lift of her shoulders given while she continues to open yet another bag of PopTarts. "Don't like it? Change it back."

"I would, only I don't know this language you changed it too…"

"Oh, Vinnie actually stating that he doesn't know something?"

"…"

"…hmph?" Brows were lifted as those storm grey eyes peered up to him. The ninja's top teeth started playfully biting that lower lip of hers while she egged him on, little by little he found himself drawing more towards her than he realized. A bent of his head while he whispered into her ear like a lover he wished to be.

"Just do not go touching my things, please." If he moved just a little bit more his lips would have touched that tempting lobe of hers. What he wouldn't mind to give into her temptation and touch her… but he alas could not, for he was still mourning the loss of his dearly departed, and being tempted was just going to add to another one of his many sins he has to atone for So fingers dug into palms of his hands while he moved back up and out of the kitchen. If he didn't know any better he thought that she turned a brighter shade of red and her heartbeat sounded louder than before.

He snapped himself out of it. 'Wishful thinking.' He tries to calm his nerves and other thoughts that seemed simply to pop into his head. He should not be thinking of his friend like this, he should not want to reach out and touch her every time she steps into the room. Bad Vincent, bad. He sighs just a bit more heavy before going back to the novel in his hands. Seems as of late he has been spacing out a lot and thinking about his past and oddly enough his future, or who he would want to have in his future. Just then...

"Viiiii~inceeeee~ent!"

A startled Vincent jerks up and accidentally tosses the novel across the room with so much force that it ricochet off the wall and tumbles into his gut. "Umfph..."

Why is it that lately he all that suave that he had seems to be slipping away from him when it comes to that ninja? He grumbles to himself but is eager to see what it is that she wants so he leaves the book on the floor, something very un-Vincent like and wonders through the door and downstairs into the kitchen. His only thought was...'This is not going to end well,' and with Yuffie involved it most likely is not going to end well, with him.


'Eee! Here he comes! Ready? Act in need. Go.' Like clockwork that lower lip pouts while she skips on over to him.

"Can you help me?" She begs shifting a head towards the mountain of dishes in the sink, okay, there went that many. The ninja did have a tenancy to over exaggerate a tad, but more than ten is a lot of her to do by herself, at least... that is what she thinks.

Vincent glances over towards the pile of dishes then back to her. A frown plastered onto his face while he shakes his head. His mind telling him no that this can not end well while his heart was saying yes, the question was... which one does he go with? The mind or the heart? He always did have a soft spot for the energy ball of a girl, no woman now, since her last birthday made her legal. Not that he was counting or anything, just observing. Another sigh and he gives in to those puppy dog grey eyes, yet another soft spot. He rolls up the sleeves to his black button up shirt while he wonders over towards the sink.

"Yuffie, you need to first turn the water on."

"Turn it on?" Snicker. Cheeks turned a faint shade of pink before continuing on with this charade. "Oh?" She squeaks out before skipping over to the sink watching him.

A shake of his head was given while noting the sudden change in her heart beat once more and the faint blush forming under her sun kissed skin.

"Mhm." With that he flicked his wrist and turned the water faucet on. Just then the sprayer simply kicked in all by itself and sprayed him in the face and chest.

Curses and words she thought she would never hear from Vincent came from those thin lips while she stared at him in shock. She just could not believe that he fell for it...


He remembers turning on the water then nothing. Nothing but wetness all down his front and soaking into those garnet locks of his. "What the-" He gets cut off by a rather loud laughter to the right of him. Oh if ever there was a time for him to take out Death Penalty on her he soooo wanted to do it now.

Water stopped gushing only because the ninja turned it off. Vincent was in shock by this that he couldn't form words let alone actions.

A howl of laughter echoed the room while she hopped up and down. "Happy April Fool's Vinnie." She chirped. While Vincent just grumbled and took off the soaked article of clothing. Strong fingers undid those buttons while he slipped it off and wiped his face and once more pulled locks of wet hair out of his eyes. Revealing a swimmers build under all that clothing. Who would have thought he would look like this under clothing, here she was thinking that he was practically skin and bones the way he hardly eats and sometimes sleeps, but... was she sad at the fact that he is not? He was perfect like a marble statue cut by some great artist, even all those pesky scars that peek out from under a very white undershirt could only add to the package that is Vincent. Water dripped from his chin all the way down his slender neck and slithered its way further south. Yuffie for lack of anything better to do just simply watched him stunned and practically drooling. Vincent being who he was, a man with super senses heard the loud beating of her heart. He picked up on her slight change in scent and the warmth of her body rising. Her change in behavior cooled the rising anger in him, snuffing it out like a candle.

"If I do remember correctly..." That thick voice of his started. "you have already played a trick on me."


Never before has she seen him in less than his cloak and other items, but for him to casually strip in front of her was well, arousing. She blushes more before keep those wondering eyes locked intently at her feet. Noting his gold boots moving away and hearing a silent creak as he wondered back up the stairs he called out to her.

"Oh and Yuffie..." She snaps out of that daze and glanced upward towards the sound of his voice.

"..."

"I expect you to dry my shirt. I only own two." He says before tossing the article of clothing her way before moving back upstairs into his room for some much needed down time.

Yuffie just squeaks quietly before pulling his wet shirt off her head. Face bright red while she just holds the cotton in her hands studying it.

Just then Cloud comes in with an empty pitcher and wonders over to the sink.

"Yuffie?" He asks while he places the pitcher under the faucet.

"..." She replies simply in her own world holding the wet shirt in her two hands.

"Yuffie are you well?" Cloud asks while other hand moves to the knob.

"...hn? Wait, what? What?" She again snaps out of it in time to watch Cloud turn on the water. "Wait, Cloud don't..." Too late...

Water shoots out the sprayer hitting him square in the chest and face. Profanity coming from both males in her life while she takes this as her cue to leave.

"YUFFIE?" Cloud screams as he turns off the water.

But by that point the ninja promptly made her escape out the kitchen door and pulls herself up a tree before hopping onto the roof of their home. She perches up there holding the soaked shirt to her face breathing him in. It still feels warm and she swears that there even a hint of gunpowder to it. Yuffie just grins like an idiot.