Sorry it took me longer to upload this. The original was a mess. To many mistakes.
The fighting scene in the original...to be honest it was trash. This rewrite has Yuffie fighting back.
Crawl by Breaking Benjamin. I though this was fitting with Reno and Yuffie's fight.
Not Alone by Red for Vincent and Yuffie scene.
Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII does not belong to me. Such a shame,too!
Suggested Songs to Listen:
Turmoil by Disciple
Bury Me Alive by We Are The Fallen
Unleashed by EPICA
Hang On Edited on 5/28/13
"Ugh... I'm exhausted.." Yuffie Whined, "Why does this bar need to stay open late anyways." Tifa rolled her eyes, pouring a drink, what appeared to be another man hoping to escape the reality of his hard harsh life. 'Aren't we all' Tifa thought.
"Because people want a stiff drink to help them unwind after a long day." Tifa stood behind the bar, massaging her temples. It was a sharp headache that was brought about by a piecing noise that seemed to start and stop every few minutes.
"Are you alright, Tiff?" Yuffie asked, concerned for her friend.
"Yea. It's just a headache that's starting to begin." Tifa replied before yawning.
"Why don't you do lay down," offered Yuffie.
"Can't...Have work to do."
"Why don't you let me do the closing? There's only an hour and half left. I've seen how you like done," the ninja insisted loudly.
"I don't know Yuffie."
"Please. I can mind the bar by myself. How hard could it be?"
"Okay but no funny business. If your serious and think you can handle the bar then get to work, the bar's nearly full and people are thirsty." She ordered.
"Yes ma'am. Ms. Lockheart." Jumping over the bar, landing next to Tifa.
"Yuffie," Tifa warned. "I need you to take this seriously. This bar means a lot to me."
"I am. Now go, I have everything under control. Take something to help you sleep, too." Tifa disappeared into the bar's kitchen before climbing the stairs.
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She was quickly snapped out if her thoughts of Vincent when a male voice sounded behind her, startling her. She whipped around, greeted by the Turks themselves.
Reno smirked, "Hey, doll face."
"Hello Turkey..."
"How about you and I blow this joint and have a little fun? " She raised an eyebrow. Was he serious? Or did him asking stupid questions come completely natural to him.
"I wouldn't be caught dead with you. Besides, every one knows I can find better." Yuffie commented, smirking at her witty comeback.
"Hey, I'm the best there is around." Reno claimed, while striking a pose. She had always thought that him acting stupid was an act but she was beginning to wonder if that was true. But she had a hard time believing a man could be that dense when it came to rejection. Apparently, he was an exception to the rule.
"I'll take your word for it." Yuffie replied with sarcasm.
"Don't be like that. I could give you the best time you will ever have. The things I can do with my..."
She narrowed her eyes on him. "Shut up...I don't care what your body parts can do." Yuffie ground her teeth together, barely able to hold back the look of disgust. "Most people would take the hint. But then your... you!"
"I'm not most people."
"You sure are a dumb-ass."
"I'll take that as a compliment, yo." He responded.
"Exactly my point."
Reno cocked an eyebrow, crossing his hands over his heart while tilting his head with a pouty face. "Touche...I'm hurt."
Ignoring him, Yuffie told the two to either they take a seat, order a drink or get out.
"Okay" Reno and Rude seated themselves at two bar-stools on the right end of the bar.
"So, Rude, what can I get ya?" Yuffie asked.
"Beer," Rude answered. Yuffie turn her head in Reno's direction and crossed her arms across her chest.
"Turkey, what do you want?" Reno continued to stare at her, lost in thought or stupidity as Yuffie guessed was more likely the case. "Stupid, what do you want to drink?" she asked with a twitching eyebrow.
Getting annoyed, she narrowed her eyes. "Hey! Turkey, put those eyes back in your head." Yuffie replied, frowning mockingly so he'd know she wasn't really angry with him. Just annoyed.
She repeated for the third time before Reno finally looked up at her with an odd look on his face. "What? Oh, I want a cold beer, yo."
"About time you answered. I was beginning to think you were brain-dead." She commented, before turning and bending over getting the alcohol. Reno wolf-whistled, pounding one hand on the bar a few times.
"Oh shut up, you stupid Turkey." Yuffie muttered, filling two glasses up of the most expensive brand of beer. 'I mean hey they didn't say what kind. Now did they? HEEE! HEEEE! HEEE!' She shoved the two men's drinks in their general directions.
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Reno sat staring at the glass of beer in front of him. Every couple of weeks he came to the same place to think about his life.
"There you go boys. Last one. So, drink up." Handing three middle-age men their drinks before returning back behind the bar counter. There were men drinking on the left, some remained sitting at a few tables, some were drunk and a few trying to make sure they didn't get too drunk. "Only half hour left until closing." She announced, as a few pardons grumbled.
Rude had left around an hour earlier, leaving Reno to drown his sorrows.
Reno stared at her nearly the entire time, watching her serve drinks to customers and filling themselves on the cheep beer, all of them unaware of the obsession consuming the red hair boy playing unhappily with his glass. It's strange he thought, everyone going on with their mundane lives while he suffered aching for what he could never have, what being a Turk entitled he never would have, which was finding someone to spend the rest of your miserable life with. That thought alone drove him mad. Never before had Reno been denied. All he had to do was charm a woman with a little of this and a little of that. Before the night was over, he'd have someone to share his bed with for the evening.
Perhaps that was what drove his obsession. The impossible. The animated excitement of the chase. But there was something else. Something deep down stirring his bad-boy genes, erupting them every time he thought about how happy she was. Even in battle this was this aura of life surrounding her. This was what drove his hunger to corrupt that which was pure and innocent.
He wanted her to understand how cruel the world really was. He inhaled deeply, as if trying to drink her in. Her every facial expression, the way her nose scrunched up when ever she thought something was funny. Which was almost everything.
And what in the world did she see in Vincent valentine, anyways? That man more baggage than a rich woman at an airport. He just didn't get it? The man was sociable as a rock. And that was saying something.
Slowly nursing his drink, he waited for that perfect opportunity to strike. When the last customer disappeared out the bar, he knew his perfect opportunity had finally arrived. Picking up his glass and quickly drained it. Slamming the glass down, Reno yelled. "Yo! Princess." Before almost losing his balanced while sliding off a bar-stool. He smirked in wicked pleasure as Yuffie turned towards him. "I want you. Come back to my place?" Wiggling eyebrows. "And I'll treat you real nice. That's a promise." Crossing his arms over his chest and stepping forward, piercing her with crystalline eyes and she didn't like what she saw. His eyes shone with violent lust, his face one of pure menace.
Yuffie's mouth opened to say something, perhaps to protest Reno from coming any closer, but temporarily no audible sound came out. Any color left in Yuffie's face disappeared, realizing while he was severely intoxicated, Reno was serious and that was dangerous.
He wanted her. That didn't sit well with her. Reno thought he was a gift to women. She could see that he honestly believed she'd be stupid enough to go back to his apartment. That made her angry. No, it down right pissed her off.
"Reno," she stated boldly, albeit her voice slightly faltered at the end. She inhaled sharply as he watched her with glowing eyes, as if daring her to defy him. "No!" shouted an outraged Yuffie.
"Yes. Of course, you have a choice. We can do this the easy way, which I prefer, or we do this the hard way. Which would be bad for you. Either way the result will be the same. So, what do you say, sweetheart?"
"Your drunk, go home...alone." She remarked flatly, obviously having recovered from being startled and beginning to walk away. A mistake she had been thought to never do. Any skilled fighter knew to turn your back on a threat because it guaranteed instant death. Reno snatched her wrist painfully, turning her back toward him. Tears of frustration came now, not of fear. But the fact that Reno was stronger than her, due to mako enhancement.
"NO! I don't think so, Princess. Although you don't look much like one; do you? No matter, you'll do just fine with what I have planned." He hissed with venom and sarcasm. "No one ever says no to me" Yuffie's mind did back flips watching circulating lust swirl in his ice-cold green eyes. Yuffie's eyes widened, feeling his grip on her wrist tighten like an iron hand. She let out a small yelp, pulling away from him and shooting him a glare. Grinding her teeth together. Bouncing on the balls of her feet, she flipped over Reno, followed with a kick into the back of his knees, he went down with a strangled yelp. The moment he hit the floor, their forms heaving with their gasping breaths. Yuffie wanted to end this now. If they didn't, she might very well faint. She wondering why Tifa hadn't rushed down stairs. Must have taken something not only for her headache but also to help her sleep. Yuffie thought, as she watched Reno sit on the floor rubbing a spot on the back of his head. Wincing, he turned his attention back on her, narrowing his eyes. Anger and annoyance flashed through them.
Quickly jumping back to his feet. "Princess, don't fight this. You know you want me?" Her teeth clenched so tightly she couldn't speak. "I always get what I want. And right now that's... you." Never had she witnessed Reno like this. She couldn't wrap her mind around the fact that he was determined to have his way with her. Even if that meant by force.
Yuffie felt a chill run down her back. He was going to rape her. Yuffie cautiously tried to talk sense into Reno.
"Reno...you need to leave. Leave and we can forget all about this. Your drunk, you don't know what you're doing. Go home and sleep it off. Besides, Vincent will be returning any minute."
Reno narrowed his eyes, before flashing a creepy grin. "Why? Will your vampire boyfriend be jealous?"
Yuffie hesitated for only a second, taken back by his question, given Reno the much-needed element of surprise. Moving toward her with speed she didn't think he possessed. She felt his hand on her wrist again, backing her against the wall. Pinning her tightly, making fighting back nearly impossible. 'Oh! Gawd. This is a whole lot of serious trouble.' Yuffie was aware of his fighting prowess from their experiences, when Avalanche and the Turks worked together taking a common enemy. What she hadn't expected, however, was just how fluidly Reno could move when he wanted to.
"Reno, go home, leave me alone?" Tightening his grip even more painfully. It was enough to shock her into action. She tried to push against Reno's chest, anything to loosen his vice grip but she couldn't get enough force. Tugging her shirt, Reno pushed her face down a top a nearby table. Reno grind his pelvis along her backside. "Please, stop." Yuffie whispered.
He chuckled against her ear. "Why? You like this don't you?" She shook her head unable to form the words. No sooner had he loosed his grip, she slammed head back, hearing a crunch. She clenched her fists together and pumped it back into the his stomach. Winding him. He stumbled backwards, doubled over, groaning. Reno took a deep breath. Blood oozed from his nose.
'I'm tired,' Yuffie thought in frustration. She had to stop thinking erratic thoughts. It was messing with her concentration. But it wasn't much of a spontaneous thought, because it was true.
Yuffie twisted around just as he came back at her and grabbed at her throat. With a silent scream, Yuffie grabbed the hand, and tried to dig her nails into it.
Punching her across her face and sending her back to the floor. She tasted blood in her mouth. He grabbed front of her shirt with his hands and smacked her body roughly against the floor. Yuffie whimpered when her head banged against hard wood, which made the already furious red-head lose his temper for good.
Yuffie tried to kick Reno. She tried to get herself up. She tried to get her mind straight. Her quivering body Failing. Only thing she was able to do was to scream for help.
"Shut the fuck up!"
Reno rammed his fist into the side of her head, sending her back flat on the floor, again. The taste of blood flowed from her mouth.
"I told you to shut the your mouth, you dumb bitch! Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP you stupid whore! Just shut the fuck up, god-damned." Reno yelled and grasping her hair. Her limbs ached all over, and she felt like she was going to fall apart any moment.
Yuffie felt her head being knocked down again and again, hard and harder, until it all went black.
When she got her consciousness back the first thing she realised was he had her hands pinned above her head. Sweat trickled down.
"No!...NO!" Yuffie screamed and started kicking hysterically trying to get him off her. "No! Please don't do this! Please!" Tightening his grip on her tiny wrists, he leaned in closer, staring at her clenched eyes, watching her mouth move and spew obscenities. "Have you sunk that low that you're going to force yourself upon me, Reno?"
Ignoring her question, Reno continued to precede, lightly placing kissing along the side of her neck. "You're going to enjoy this as much as I will!... You want this! So, stop fighting."
"I'M GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS TO HELL!" She thrashed against him wildly. 'PLEASE SOMEONE...HELP ME!'
"Yo Can't! I already have a one way ticket there...I know you love that Vampire but it's me who is going to have the fun." Getting a hand free she tried clawing at his face but with a hand he had pulled hers back up with the other and held her wrists. Then, without warning, he twisted his head and captured her lips hard with his own, managing to silence her, if only for a second. Moment of silence was short-lived as she kicked up, and she hit him right in the genitals.
He fell back and yelped in pain but soon came back at her after composing himself however Yuffie punched him in the stomach again. Which gave him the chance to grab her by the throat and lift her. Cutting off her air supply. When the sudden realization that he hadn't pulled out his baton, he must have been too intoxicated to think of using it. At least she could be thankful for that. She fuzzily thought.
Her surroundings started dimming as her eyes slowly slid shut. 'Why why why?' Her mind demanded her. 'Why me. Is this how I'm going to die? Why me?' Her brain continued playing questions she didn't have the answer to, and it was paining her.
Yuffie eyes shot open; the fear was clear in her eyes, brought back to reality as she felt a hand snaking up under her shirt, running his fingers over her stomach and finally rested his hand on a breast, which he began to knead lightly at first, but then harder and harder. Yuffie continued begged, pleading for him to stop.
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Vincent trekked though the dirty streets. Tattered ends of his cloak swirled just above the ground. Street lights had done lit. Pointed brassy shoes caught the light, reflecting on store walls and glaring off their glass windows. Shadowing the place in an eerie glow. Throughout the entire day Vincent had a sense that something was going to go wrong. Nothing had so far, which only set him more on edge and twice as alert on his surroundings.
A few feet from Final Heaven, Vincent heard a crash from come from inside. Vincent picked up his pace, rushing through the front door, pausing slightly at the scene. Sudden rage surging through Vincent. "Don't you fucking touch her, you sick bastard!"
Harshly yanked from Yuffie, Reno flew back and hit the wall. Vincent did not take his eyes off of the threat. Reno hoisted himself from the floor on sluggish unsteady legs.
"If you value your life, I suggest you leave right now." Vincent growled, piercing him with icy crimson eyes. Reno didn't like to admit defeat but he was smart enough to know when it was time to retreat, and dealing with Valentine was good example of when to withdraw.
Reno slowly limped across the floor, when Vincent called out. "Oh and Reno," Reno paused, outside the front door, staring strait ahead. Vincent continued speaking, "...Touch her ever again. I'll kill you. Now get the hell out of here!" Vincent growled. With that said, Vincent slammed the door with more force than was necessary.
Vincent turned, focusing on Yuffie. She was the only thing that on his mind. Her brown hair was visibly damp and clung to her cheeks; Her skin was pale, more so than usual. Her eyes showed no sign that she acknowledged his presence, but he could feel that she knew he was there.
"Yuffie." He asked softly, not wanting to scare her. There was no way telling how she would react. He knew she was a skilled fighter and could take care of herself but that didn't change the fact of what had taken place here.
He never like Reno. However, he never thought the crass Turk would sink this low. The Turks honor these days were nothing like they were in his days before Hojo's experimentation's.
Yuffie's body was shaking. She knew he was looking at her, and she refused to meet his gaze because she knew she wouldn't be able to hold back her tears. "Yuffie," Vincent softly called her name. "Please, look at me." She slowly tilted her head slightly up, meeting his eyes. Vincent watched as the first tear slide down her face, with more following after when she was no longer able to hold back her sorrow, freely leasing those small tears, not bothering to wipe them as they slipped down her cheeks.
Finally, she threw herself into his arms, burying her face on his shoulder. He let out a small 'whoa' as he slightly wobbled around from the force of her body. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her gently like a fragile flower. Resting his head against hers and inhaled the soft scent of her hair before he let his fingers comb through her hair.
"Vinnie, you came. Thank you." she gasped out. "I've never seen him like that." Vincent let out a soft sigh as she continued to sob and shake, gripping his tightly. "If I hadn't been so tired..." Yuffie trailed off.
"Shhhhhh! It's okay!" he soothed gently, stroking her sweat-soaked hair. Her heart pounded steadily, "I promise to do my best to keep you safe, Yuffie."
"You promise?" He would protect her. Because he had become careless and this had happened. Mentally, he vowed to himself that nothing like this would ever befall the beloved ninja; again. Not while he drew breath.
"I promise, my dear sweet princess." She nodded into his chest, her sobbing ceasing but the tears remained flowing freely. She was too hysterical to question his behavior at the moment.
Yuffie was the only light that shone in his darkened heart, unknowingly been the only one to breach his facade and actually reach him. He had always been distant to everyone. But she was persistent, and refused to let him to continue to push her away. She slowly wormed her way into his fractured heart taking permanent residence there.
Her insistence drove him mad at times, but he realized that had been the only reason to actually keep him going. Without her, he had no reason to live.
"Your like my knight in shining armor. Like my very own Fairy Tale hero. Except you're not blue-eyed, blond riding on a while horse. But that's beside the point." His blood-red cape covered his mouth completely, but Yuffie had a feeling that he was smiling.
Yuffie slowly recover from her breakdown, using her fingers to wipe away the tear stains. Pushing the fear and helplessness into the back of her mind. Allowing her memories of how Vincent always seemed to be there in the right place and time to save her from trouble. Whether it was her fault or not.
'Your always there to save the day. Beautiful inside as well as outside. That's what I love about you.'
love?"
Yuffie had paused; letting go of the death grip she had around his chest, slowly glancing up. "I said that out loud didn't I?"
"Yes."
"Oh my god. This is not happening." She whispered, as she brought her left hand up to her face, covering her eyes.
Vincent said softly. "Well?"
"Of course, I love you. Your my best friend." Yuffie sounded so embarrassed. "Just like I love Tifa as an older sister."
"I understand." Yuffie wished she had the courage to just come out and tell him exactly how she felt about him. But the fear of rejection overpowered spilling of the truth.
"Um...Could you help me close up? Tifa went to bed a few hours ago with a headache. Her headache medicine must have really knocked her out." Yuffie asked, giving him a small smile.
"Sure." Vincent nodded.
"You aren't so grumpy anymore," she joked, playfully; reaching under the bar where Tifa keep some rags. She never could pass an oppatonity to tease the gunslinger.
"I know. I have changed, because of you," he added softly.
"Did you say something, Vince?" Yuffie asked, wiping down the counter top.
"No." Yuffie didn't believe him but chose to not to ask again. If it he deemed it important enough, then he'd tell her when he was ready.
Yuffie could feel his eyes boring into her, while it took everything to keep her eyes on the gil she was counting. It would have been hilarious had it not been so ridiculous. He didn't directly look at her when as he went about cleaning up but she knew that he was staring. She knew it the way she knew that her every deep breath was insufficient. After all, he took most of her breath away.
After placing the gil into the money vault. She started helping him clean up. She felt his eyes on her but when she would suddenly look up at him, his eyes would stray away so quickly she feared he would hurt them. She was having a hard time containing her giggles.
Vincent could not help it. She was so intent on her work, hummed a poignant tune. He was beginning to see and appreciative of her womanly charms.
Yuffie found herself absorbing every detail that made Vince...Vincent, from his black hair, red ruby eyes, to his perfectly curved lips. God, he was gorgeous. Or at least in her eyes. To her, no other man would ever match the splendour that he held. He had a good heart. He tried to hide that fact but anyone could see it if one took the time to look.
With the help from Vincent the bar was quickly cleaned, glasses washed and put away, bar tables and wiped down the bar counter, floor swept, along with table chairs pushed in, ready for the next day opening.
Yuffie sighed and looked at her feet. There was only two things that could ruin the serenity she felt now. One, which had already happened. Vincent watched Yuffie as she fiddled with her hair and her clothing, as if nervous about something. "I wanted to thank you for helping me clean up and...with the whole Reno thing. I owe you one." Yuffie made eye contact just before stepping up on her tip toes. Raising a shaking hand she pulled the front his cape sightly down. Quickly, kissing him on the left cheek. His eyes widened at the contact and even more so at the feeling that rushed through his body because of the contact.
She pushed away from Vincent, she dashed upstairs, softly giggling with glee. If she had bothered to have glance back at least once, she would have seen a faint blush brush across Vincent's checks.
When ever Yuffie thinks back on that night, she swears she heard Vincent faintly muttered "I love you, too...Yuffie." as she had topped the stairs. Of course, a few days later when she had asked him, he denied ever saying anything. Only to later admit that he said something but would never utter what it had been. Even years later, when she'd ask him what he had really whispered that night, he'd never confess them to her. Saying it was his own little secret. So, she would never be completely sure but that was okay because that was Vinnie being Vincent.
