A/N: A nice chapter for you all to read! Thank You for all the reviews! Thank You for all the support, even when I lost the chapters, I'm pretty sure I can think of something better than what I had originally wrote.
Isabella and Me: Grease Lightning is actually one of Yuffie's first limit breaks. If not the very first one of all them.
Serenbach: Ha! Yes! Just wait and see!
He saw her lurking from the corner of his eyes, she had this sad expression plastered on her face as if something horrible had occurred and no one could fix it. Then again, it was her, something horrible to her would be if she lost a poker game or misplaced one of her shurikens. Not something entirely horrible, but for her it meant the world was crashing down.
The world crashing down; how Vincent was unable to stop Lucrecia from falling into the hands of Hojo and his deadly experiments.
"I want peanut butter." She stood in front of him with her arms crossed over her chest and he was suddenly reeled back into present where Sephiroth was one of the biggest threats to Gaia and a plain looking girl could get under his skin.
He said nothing as he looked at the bed littered with three empty jars of peanut butter and a bag of marshmallows left unopened.
So this is what she was so sad about? He shook his head and continued to polish his guns.
"Did you hear me? I said I want peanut butter."
"And what do you propose I do?"
His tone was icy, she was taken by surprise but she cracked her infamous grin. "I want you to come to the market with me, of course."
"No." It was flat and uninviting. Vincent style, but this was her, and her style was to insist until he succumbed to her foolishness.
"Please?"
"No."
"It's not even that far!"
"I have things to finish." He pointed to his guns.
"Polishing your guns? Oh come on, I'll be quick. You wont even know that we had left."
"I told you no." And he saw how face went grave; how a flicker of light darkened in her gray eyes and she held one of her much larger shurikens in her hands.
"Do it or I'll kill you."
"You can't even kill a fiend."
"I have no qualms about killing a human being."
"And why is that?" He gave her a curious look and cornered her against the wall. He tilted her face to get a better view of her eyes, so she couldn't get away from the question. Why would she, of all people not be afraid of killing a person?
"Well, I," she paused and her posture went slack and her eyes no longer held a killing intent but a vulnerability in them and then the color of her eyes returned to the same shade of charcoal before she decided to kill him, "that's really none of your business. Just shut up and come with me to the market." She looked away, her face flush with embarrassment.
"Why must you be adamant that I come with you?" He would let his previous question go, for now.
"Why don't you just shut up and come with me? Listen Vinny, I really don't want to kill you about something so trivial. Get your ass up and let's go."
He did what she said, and he wasn't sure why, but he followed her to the market that evening. He thought it had to do with the little exposure of helplessness she showed him that day. There was another time she had done this, when she showed him 'grease lightning' but he hadn't quite realized it yet.
He barely had scratched the surface yet he liked it.