Forever Fields of Grass

And Wastelands

by foxygirlchan

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Dark

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Yuffie was sitting in the dark, examining the materia in her hands.

It glowed. A pretty red color too. She loved the red ones. Green was always first however, followed closely by blue.

Suddenly, she heard a click of the door, and she turned towards the sound, instinctively reaching into her pouch for a knife. Intruder.

A hand shot out of the figure, reaching for something on the wall. The materia glowed far enough to reflect on the metal on the arm.

Yuffie took the knife out of the pouch quickly, aiming it towards the shadow. Danger.

Suddenly, the light turned on, but Yuffie's eyes had been in the dark far too long to adjust quickly enough. She closed her eyes in pain, throwing the knife towards the intruder. Attack.

She forced her eyes open; this time they adjusted much easier.

She was surprised to see that Vincent was the one standing at the doorway.

Unfortunately, her knife was impaled in his arm.

Mistake!

"Oh shit! I'm soooo sorry about that Vince! I thought you were some rapist, or something!" Yuffie cried, standing up straight from her crouched position that she had taken after the light had been turned on. She ran towards him, jumping around in a panic-stricken frenzy.

"Dude, I'm suuuper sorry about this! Oh my god, we should take that out! Isn't it painful?!" Yuffie was going ballistic, but Vincent just turned his arm around, examining the injury.

"That shot was directed at my neck," Vincent whispered out, Yuffie felt a cold sweep down her back, the hair on her neck standing up.

"I'm so sorry," Yuffie whispered, searching her pockets for something as she looked anywhere but at the gunman.

"It was a good shot," he stated, causing Yuffie to look up and stare at him in surprised confusion.

"Yeah, I AM a ninja, y'know," Yuffie replied slowly. She began to search through her pockets again after a moment, finding what she was looking for.

"Here!" Yuffie took out a handkerchief, looking at it in triumph. She earned a questioning stare from her companion, but she ignored him as she grabbed his wrist and started to wipe the blood off the leather.

"Come over here will you?" Yuffie ordered once she finished, walking over towards the couch, sitting down. She looked up at the gunman, who seemed to not have heard her.

"C'mon! I'll take the knife out of you."

For a while there was silence as Yuffie worked on keeping the blood from dripping all over the place, and taking the metal out of Vincent's un-gauntleted arm.

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"Why where you in the dark?"

Yuffie looked up from working on his arm with a medical kit she had found in the bathroom, a questioning look crossing her features.

"Huh? Why would you want to know that?" Yuffie asked, looking back down and working on patching up the wound. The knife was easy to take out even though it had buried about an inch into the skin. She was surprised at how deep the knife had gone.

"Curious."

Yuffie glanced back up, but her eyes found the task at hand much more important than eye contact.

"I like the dark."

Vincent shifted in his seat, causing Yuffie to glance up again, puzzled.

"I don't."

Yuffie looked up quickly, surprised.

"What?! Really? I always thought you'd be the type to like that kind of stuff…" Yuffie was distracted for a moment, but Vincent made to move his arm, so she continued to apply alcohol to the cut.

"You start to hate the dark if it's all you've seen for 30 years in a coffin," Vincent replied, a tone of bitterness sneaking into his voice.

"Oh, I suppose." Yuffie finished dabbing his cut and grabbed some bandages, wrapping them around his arm.

"Why do you like the dark?"

Yuffie glanced up, a grin on her face. It made her feel special that the gunman was interested in her.

"I like the dark…" Yuffie stopped for a moment, wondering.

Why?

For a while she didn't really know. She had finished bandaging the cut before she replied once more.

"I guess you could say…" Vincent turned to her, eyes locking with hers as she had a thoughtful expression.

"Red glows much prettier in the dark," she replied, her thoughts wandering towards materia… red… She stared intently at Vincent for a moment, her sight finding its way to his red orbs...

Pretty.

"I bet your eyes glow in the dark too."