Hey, Mystic? I think Martha Stewart threw up all over this wedding!
Warnings: Adult situations and foul language. Please don't read if it bothers you, or if you don't like that sort of thing.
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Backfire
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As Godo's ridiculously fancy limo pulled up in front of the hall Valentine had rented for the wedding, Yuffie felt her hands grow damp with sweat and her stomach fall to the soles of her feet. She looked at her father as he smiled pleasantly and then to Tifa, who looked less than enthusiastic for her. "Dad, you promised to get me out of any jam right?" she asked him in a small voice. Tifa gave her an urgent look.
Godo smiled. "Sweetie, don't tell me that you're getting cold feet," he said in amusement. "Well, let me tell you about the day I married your mother--"
She interrupted as politely as she could, otherwise they would sit in the car for a couple of hours while her father went on and on. "I think I'm too young to get married. What if you get me out of the country and help change my identity and all that?" Yuffie asked, her words nearly meshing together because of how rapidly she was talking.
Her father turned to her and gave her a serious look, eyes on hers. "Honey, do you want to marry this man?"
An image of Tifa and Cloud in prison uniforms flashed through Yuffie's mind. Cloud would fit in. He was scary in his own right, and even though he was shorter than average, he could take down men a foot taller than him without breaking a sweat. Tifa would be okay too, but it wouldn't be fair for them to pay for her mistake. Yuffie had thought and thought about this already. She knew what she had to do. She stared down at her hands, the expensive ring, her manicured nails, and then she looked at her father and forced a smile. "Yeah. Walk me down the isle, dad."
Godo nodded and got out of the car before helping Tifa and then Yuffie out. Tifa stayed with Yuffie when Godo went to see if everything was ready and helped fix the gown around her. "Don't do it, Yuffie. I know you're doing it for Cloud and me, but don't."
"Tifa… don't do this to me," Yuffie pleaded. "I'll deal. But it's something I have to do. Don't worry about me, okay?"
Tifa nodded and hugged her, feeling a few tears squeeze out. "Aww, is this a group hug thing?" asked a man's voice before they were both nearly squeezed out of air.
Tifa let out a small laugh and transferred her arms to Zack when Yuffie pulled away and took the handkerchief he offered for her tears. "We're just trying to get used to the idea of Yuffie getting married," Tifa said to Zack.
"Well, Vincent is already inside. Cloud too. He's here with his girlfriend, who just happens to be Vince's assistant. What a small world," he said thoughtfully. Then he smiled and patted Yuffie's shoulder lightly. "Ready?"
"I have to be," Yuffie muttered just as Godo walked back over to them.
"The guests are all there, in their seats. Everyone is just waiting for you," Godo said, taking her hand and kissing it. "Are you ready?"
Yuffie looked at Tifa as her cousin clung to Zack's arm and nodded. "I'm ready," the soon-to-be-bride breathed. Godo offered his arm and they both made their ways up the steps of a building made to look like some ancient palace with large, rounded columns, and a red carpet beneath their feet. There was no media around, and Yuffie had remembered Vincent explaining that he would have the street shut down two blocks from every direction around their wedding for privacy. She vaguely wondered exactly how he had done it, but didn't dwell on it too much as they walked into the entrance hall where her neighbor's kids, Marlene and Denzel would be ring bearer and flower girl, Cloud would walk with Aerith, and then Tifa with Zack down the isle. Then she and Godo would follow and Yuffie would be officially signing over her life to a man she barely knew and didn't even love.
There would be no religious ceremony, for obvious reasons. She respected Wutai's god, Leviathan, but hadn't practiced anything even remotely religious since her mother had died. Vincent wasn't exactly the type of man who did either, so they would basically have a glorified city hall ceremony. The guests were people she didn't even know. Half were friends and acquaintances of Valentine, while the other half belonged to Godo. There were few faces that she knew and was happy to see, but otherwise everyone else was a stranger to her.
As they stepped into the hall, Yuffie praying that she wouldn't trip over her own feet and bring Godo down with her, everyone went silent and turned to look at her. She felt like she would throw-up at any second, but with a few controlled breaths she pushed the feeling down. Instead she focused her gaze on Vincent as he watched her. Though she hated the very ground he was standing on, the man looked very handsome in a tailored black suit, a dark red vest with some variation of a tie—she couldn't think of the name for it at the moment.
Everything looked beautiful and elegantly designed. From the red ribbons, red roses, and white lilies tied behind each chair, to the tables on the other side of the hall, where the plates were of fine china, bottles of wine and of the best champagne in ice buckets, and there were beautiful arrangements of red roses everywhere. The crystal chandelier right above the dance floor was a nice touch, she mused. The wedding planner had done a good job with it all, and all Yuffie could think of was drinking herself stupid at the bar afterward. Maybe Tifa would join her.
Godo handed her hand to Valentine and Yuffie nearly squeaked when she realized that they were at the front already. Vincent gave her a questioning look and Yuffie let out a slow breath and tried to relax as he led her to the very front where the official would begin the ceremony. She tuned out the ceremony, noting that Vincent was watching her, trying to be alert in case she bolted for the doors or did something that prevented their marriage. Finally, when it came time to asking if she took him as her husband, Yuffie hesitated. Her eyes slid over to Tifa and then to Cloud, both of them giving her solemn looks.
Everyone was watching her, a few people murmuring as she stood in silence for a few seconds. Then she nodded and accepted. The rings were exchanged—more silver and diamonds, she noted—and then they signed. "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride," the man said with a smile.
Yuffie stared up at Vincent, eyes a touch wide with more than a little panic. She couldn't really believe she had gone through with it and had not even attempted to escape at least once. Now, she watched his lips close over hers and he kissed her gently, willing her to relax her tense posture. Before she could even respond, the room erupted into cheer and clapping, people happy for them and in the mood to celebrate. Still as if in a trance, Yuffie accepted various hugs and hand shaking from the guests, many of which were the strangers.
Zack and Tifa watched her from a small distance away and he slipped a hand over her shoulders. "I think she's handling it better than you are," he murmured.
Tifa just shrugged and dabbed at her eyes with the back of her hand. "She looks as if she needs a stiff drink or she's going to run out on your friend any moment now," she replied.
"Don't worry about it. Many things he may be, but Vincent won't ever hurt her," Zack said seriously, pressing a kiss to her cheek.
Tifa just nodded and her eyes met Yuffie's for a moment. There were tears in them now and there was nothing either of them could do to change her situation. She was a married woman and as such, she would move in with her husband, no matter how fake the marriage was. Tifa walked off towards the bar to get that much needed drink, leaving behind Zack and her gloomy cousin.
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"Smile a little," Vincent whispered into her ear as they finished up with an exquisite dinner.
"Unless you want me to look constipated, it ain't happening," she hissed right back. She smirked when he gave her a look of annoyance, and both looked up when the photographer caught that moment between them. "Once I start drinking, I'll smile a little more."
"Just make sure you don't drink yourself stupid. The last thing you want is to be shown in the society pages, drunk on your wedding day," he said in amusement. "I'll frame the paper for you to remember it always if it does happen."
"I will take that into consideration," Yuffie said as she stood from the table and made her way to her cousin, who was nursing a shot glass of golden liquid. "Need a drinking buddy?" she asked.
Tifa smiled and nodded, motioning for the bartender to pour a shot for Yuffie. "On three?" she asked. Yuffie nodded. "One… two…" They both took the shot on two, as they always had.
"Don't look so glum. I'm more cheerful than you and it's my happy wedding day," Yuffie muttered. Tifa shrugged and they downed the second shot the bartender had poured for them both.
"I think we should stop now, before we end up singing on top of tables," Tifa said with a faint grin.
Yuffie nodded. "I think you're right. Besides, I just saw Aerith and Cloud have some type of argument. He's outside," she said with meaning before walking off and towards her father, who was dancing with some random woman.
Tifa's eyes searched for Zack and she found him entertaining a few girls, who giggled and subtly touched his arms and sometimes his chest. She smiled to herself and realized that he didn't flirt on purpose or for attention, he was just the type of man who drew attention to himself by the way he spoke and held himself. She let out a deep breath and walked out onto the veranda that led towards the gardens all around the structure. There were various guests there, talking and strolling around, drinking champagne and wine, but off towards the side, Cloud was standing on his own. She approached him slowly, the warm breeze fluttering her gown and her long hair gently. "Hey," she said quietly.
Cloud turned to look at her and offered a small smile. "Hey," he said simply.
"Where's Aerith?" Tifa asked casually.
"Somewhere inside," Cloud replied dismissively.
Tifa moved closer and stared at his back. "Did… something happen?" she asked quietly.
Cloud turned to look at her and shook his head after a moment. "You look beautiful, by the way. Red really suits you," he murmured, reaching up to push some of her hair behind her ear.
Tifa smiled and looked at him shyly. "You look really handsome yourself. You should wear a suit more often."
"Yeah," he said with a light chuckle. "Wearing a suit while fixing my bike and Yuffie's would be a great idea." His smile faded when he looked towards Yuffie and saw her exchanging a few words with Valentine. "We owe her a lot. I didn't want her to go through with this, Tifa. We accepted the risks of going on heists with her; she shouldn't be the only one to carry this burden."
Tifa nodded and felt her eyes burn with tears once more. She supposed that she was crying the tears that Yuffie was holding inside herself. A few escaped her hold and Cloud noticed. He made a noise and leaned forward to clean them gently away, watching as she blinked those long, dark lashes at him. He could feel her drawing him in, and in that moment nothing mattered. Aerith wasn't nearby, Tifa wasn't seeing Zack. All that mattered was that Tifa was sad and there wasn't anything he wouldn't do to wipe that look off her face. She let out a small sigh as his lips brushed hers gently, her hands sliding up his chest to settle on his shoulders. She tasted like cherries and tequila, Cloud mused, realizing that maybe the alcohol was making her respond to his kiss when she wouldn't have, had she been completely sober.
"Is this your way of dealing with our fight?" asked a voice from behind them.
Tifa drew away and Cloud closed his eyes with a heavy, guilty sigh. "Aerith, I…"
"It's not what it looks like?" Aerith asked derisively, glaring at him and at Tifa. "Have you been cheating on me with her all this time?"
Tifa shook her head. "No. It's my fault. I had something to drink and I do stupid things when I have alcohol in me. He didn't even respond to the kiss," she said quickly. And of course she was lying, because Cloud had been happy to initiate the kiss, she just didn't want to be the one responsible for their break-up. "I'm sorry," she said quickly, walking off and back into the party.
Cloud turned to Aerith and shook his head. "I kissed her, Aerith. I just… can't lie to you anymore."
"You love her," she said quietly. Cloud just nodded once, but didn't make a noise when her hand connected with his face. "We're so over. I don't ever want to see you again," she said before storming off.
I'm sorry, he murmured to himself as he watched her leave. This had been precisely why he had not wanted to make a move on Tifa. Besides, she was dating Zack now. His change of heart had come too late.
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Vincent watched Yuffie in amusement. She was smiling openly now, but because she was more than a little buzzed. Still, he had to admire the fact that she hadn't made a fool of herself in front of their guests. He supposed that it was time for them to go, before she passed out after too many shots with her cousin. That wouldn't do at all. He moved away from the group of fellow business men after bidding them goodbye and walked over to Yuffie. She stopped her dancing with the few children that had been invited with their families and looked up at him.
"You should dance with us, Vince," she said with a grin. She stopped when Marlene and Denzel gave her a fast turn and her vision tilted slightly, making her lose her balance and land right in Vincent's arms.
"I think it's time for us to go," he murmured, his fingers sliding over the smooth skin of her bare back.
"Go where?" Yuffie asked, taking in a breath of his spicy cologne as her nose pressed against his chest.
"Home," Vincent whispered with promise.
"My home is with my cousin and my father, but you wouldn't care, would you?" she asked abruptly, moving away from him. "I'll go say goodbye to my family and then we'll go," she said, sobering a little before walking away.
Godo wrapped her in a tight hug and gave her his blessing, almost setting Yuffie to tears. They weren't stopped when Tifa hugged her next. They both stood there crying for a long moment before there was a throat clearing behind them. "I'll call you both tomorrow," Yuffie said to her and to Cloud.
"Just… good luck," Tifa whispered, eyes still watery.
Yuffie nodded and turned to walk away, saying goodbye to a few guests as they approached them. Then she and Vincent walked out of the hall and left the party behind. He had a luxury car with a driver take them home, and the ride was tense and silent. She didn't know what to say to him, and she didn't feel the need to talk either. Anxiety was chewing at her insides and she didn't know how she would deal with what usually happened to a woman on her wedding night. There had been no talk from either of them regarding if anything would happen between them. The curiosity was there on her part, but she wasn't happy about giving Vincent more control over her life by allowing him her body for her first time.
The car pulled up in front of his home, and Vincent helped her out, noting how she swayed a little. He opened the door for her and smirked. "Do you wish for me to carry you over the threshold?" he asked.
"How about I just punch you in the face now?" she asked before stepping in on her own, not bothering to wait for him.
"You can meet Elmyra and the rest of the ladies who work here tomorrow. I invited them to the party and they are still there. We are on our own until tomorrow," Vincent said, leading the way towards the bedrooms.
Yuffie stopped short when he opened one door and stepped inside. "You… don't expect us to sleep in the same room… right?" she asked, eyes taking in the dim lights, the petals of white and red roses all over the bed and strewn across the floor. The room was large, and the bed seemed like the centerpiece with its black silk sheets and various pillows. There was a small sitting area towards the window and a large TV at the corner. There were two doors, one for the closet and the other for the bathroom she supposed. There was also a bottle of champagne in ice and two glasses. "Did you plan all this? It's kinda overboard with the whole rose petal thing. I don't know what gave you the impression that you're getting laid tonight," she said snidely.
Vincent just smirked and pulled off his coat, vest, and tie. "You are my wife, aren't you? There are things wives do for their husbands, or didn't your father ever talk to you about the birds and the bees?" he asked mockingly.
"I know what sex is about. Don't take me as the virginal innocent girl here," she muttered, cheeks coloring as she admitted to the fact that she had never been with man before. She'd done a few things that would make Godo blow a gasket if he knew, but she had never gone all the way.
"I didn't do this. I think Elmyra was the one who went through all the trouble, so just thank her tomorrow morning, even though seeing this gave you an ulcer." Vincent sat on the bed to pull off his shoes and then carried his things into his closet.
Yuffie sighed to herself and pulled off her own shoes, happy that she hadn't done much dancing, or she would've been cursing her high-heels by now. Then she remembered something and grabbed her bouquet, pulling out Lucrecia's picture—she didn't believe in throwing the bouquet either. Why curse other women with her own misfortune? "Tell me something," she said, handing him the picture as he walked out. "What did she do to you, Vincent?"
He stared down at the picture with a frown and then turned to glare at Yuffie. "Where did you get this?"
"What does it matter?" Yuffie replied, handing him the champagne bottle so that he could open it. The cork popped and Yuffie jumped back as a long stream fizzed out and nearly landed on her dress. Despite the circumstances of her fake wedding, she really did like her wedding dress. "Why is she sorry, Vincent?" she asked derisively.
"That's none of your business," he muttered darkly, taking the bottle and pouring himself a glass when Yuffie only poured for herself.
"Did she leave you? Cheat on you? Did she run off with your best friend?" Yuffie kept needling. "Did she break it off when the gay rumors started?" she asked with a snicker.
Vincent had had enough. Before she had a chance to even set down her glass, he had her pressed against the wall, his lips on hers to shut her up and to shut down his own thoughts. He didn't want to think about Lucrecia and there was more than a good distraction right in front of him. She wanted to play hardball? Well, he would show her he wasn't the right person to harass.
"Let go of me, you oaf!" she hissed when he let her take some air.
His lips hovered over hers, skimming but not quite touching in a kiss just yet. He moved in and sucked on her lower lip, watching as she closed her eyes and sucked in a ragged breath. "This is your chance to tell me to get away from you again," he murmured, slipping his tongue into her mouth to taste her once more.
Yuffie made a small noise in the back of her throat and nearly melted into a puddle when the kiss turned to something sweet and cajoling. "Get off me," she gasped when his mouth moved to a spot on her neck that had always driven her crazy. To the both of them, her words were unconvincing, and then he was back on her, and Yuffie was reminded why she usually didn't drink so often. She could handle her liquor, but the problem was that alcohol usually made her… friendlier. It was a miracle she hadn't lost her virginity by now.
Yuffie hadn't even been aware that she was clutching his hair and his shirt as he picked her up and moved her towards the bed. Stupid champagne, already it was kicking in and making her woozy, but she had yet to kick Vincent off of her. His hands were gentler than she thought they would be, and skilled enough to shut up that little sarcastic voice in her head that kept telling her to tease him about being gay. He certainly didn't feel and act gay to her.
Some other part knew that she would regret it in the morning, but she pushed that part away and felt her breathing quicken when he began to inch her dress up her legs and thighs. "Stop," she whimpered, feeling his lips on her neck as he moved his hand to pull down the thin strap over one shoulder.
"This is your chance to prove if I'm truly gay," he whispered, long fingers caressing the insides of her thighs. "Where's that challenging ninja when I need her?" he asked before kissing her again.
Damn it. How was it that he knew the exact words to use to taunt her into doing what he wanted? This wasn't supposed to be happening! A voice chided her. But the alcohol fog was there, dulling her usual senses and she couldn't say that she minded what Vincent was doing to her. Fake husband or not, he was devilishly good with his hands.
Her pulse was thudding in her veins, making it hard to think and hard to stop his hands as he found a way to get her out of the dress. The silk sheets under her and the rose petals were cool on her heated skin and she wanted to tell him to stop, but her voice was failing her at the moment. Until his mouth found her breast and she let loose a small moan.
Normally, she would've felt shy about what he was doing—of the fact that he was seeing her naked—but by now she knew enough to know that she was more than a little drunk. She forgot that she wasn't herself and gave in. She'd get to blame it on the alcohol in the morning. The rest that came after was a blur to her, up until the feel of his bare skin against hers, and hot, throbbing pain. Then he began to move and it faded as her breathing quickened.
The feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. It was nothing like experimental, teenage fondling. This was the real thing and it felt amazing, even to her dull senses. It was nothing like the magical moments portrayed in romance novels, but she couldn't deny that it was good. Or maybe he'd had enough practice to make it that good. Her hands clutched at his back, and her eyes slid closed as the pain faded away into nothing and her body began to tremble in pleasure.
Her skin felt overly sensitive, and she was trying to keep her noise to a minimum. Why boost his ego by letting him know just how much she was enjoying it? Then her thoughts ceased as something inside her began to build to an impossible height. Vincent's lips were on her neck, breathing heavy, one hand on her hip, the other fisted in the sheets, and his hips driving against hers in a steady rhythm, increasing little by little. Her body was breaking into a sweat, and the muscles in her lower stomach and clenched and unclenched every time he moved inside her. The friction was impossibly hot and her breathing was getting quicker as he kept to the pounding rhythm of his trusts.
Then she broke. The sound that left her lips was high and drawn out as her body clenched and shook underneath his own. Vincent watched her, eyes half lidded as her cheeks colored and her hands and legs tightened around him. Skilled fingers sought out her heat and caressed her there, drawing out the sensations and making her body nearly writhe beneath his. When he was satisfied with her response, he slid his hand away and felt her grip finally ease. Then his body was caught up in the sensations as well, and he buried his face into her sweet smelling hair as his body reached its peak and she took everything he had. He lay panting for a moment, wondering what she would have to say after that, but her eyes were blinking sleepily, on the verge of sleep even as her breath continued to come quick for a few moments.
"You're going to hold this against me tomorrow, aren't you?" he murmured, skimming his lips over her cheek.
"Hmmm…" she trailed off as her eyes finally slid closed.
Vincent smirked to himself and moved to her side, pulling her under the sheets as her skin cooled. He watched her sleep for a long moment, contemplating how much their lives would change from that day on. He had willingly brought a strange woman into his life and home, something he had never thought of doing before she had come along and given him the opportunity through blackmail. Even if she was angry afterwards, she would stay and be his wife. He would get to know all her intimacies, watch her sleep, dress, and go about her business during the day even if she didn't like it. She was Yuffie Valentine now.
He stood from the bed after watching her sigh in her sleep and roll onto her side, rose petals sticking to her back. He walked over to the discarded picture of Lucrecia and picked it up to inspect it. He remembered he had hidden the picture behind one of his own years ago, when her betrayal had been fresh on his mind and he had still loved her too much to actually tear it apart. He didn't know what he felt for Lucrecia anymore, but he wasn't too happy about Yuffie finding out anything she could use against him in arguments; which he figured she would do every chance she got. He also knew that she wouldn't make this an easy fake marriage, and that she would try to make his life even more miserable once she woke up in the morning and took in all they had done tonight. He had taken advantage of her drunken state, even though she had been more than willing, and he would be able to use that to his own advantage. He had no regrets and he felt no guilt. She was his now, and it would make things easier for him in the long run.
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The first thing she noticed before she even opened her eyes was that she ached in places she had never ached before. Yuffie's eyes popped open when she heard a door open. She realized two things then, three actually. One, she was very much naked, two, she needed a toothbrush and toothpaste fast, and three, she was in what she supposed was Valentine's bedroom, not to mention that she had a very nasty headache. "What the hell!?" she screeched, sitting up and clutching the sheet to her naked chest.
"Good morning to you too," Vincent said, walking out of his closet already dressed, save for the suit jacket and the tie, which he was putting on at the moment. His hair was damp and not yet brushed, and he looked… cheerful.
Yuffie felt her stomach roil in protest, reminding her how much she had actually had to drink the night before. "You took advantage of me!" she accused.
Vincent gave her a shrewd look. Though she was absolutely furious, she made quite a sight wrapped up in black silk to contrast with her skin, and with rose petals in her hair. Of course, he wouldn't tell her any of this unless he wanted to risk getting his eyes gouged out in her current mood. "No. I gave you a chance to back away, even while you were more than buzzed. You were more than willing for me to f—"
"Don't say it!" she yelled, easing off of the bed and wincing at all the aches she had noticed before as they came back with a vengeance. She tugged at the sheet and wrapped it around herself when it gave. "That's fucking bullshit and you know it!" she yelled, storming over to jab a finger into his chest.
"Like I said, I gave you the chance to tell me to get lost, or to threaten certain parts of my anatomy, but you didn't. I gave you what you wanted. You should be happy. Not many girls have an experienced lover on their first time," he said calmly, walking towards the door.
"Oh, I'm gonna get you for this, Valentine. Mark my words!" she yelled dramatically when he paid her no mind. Moving into the bathroom, she showered and cleaned up, feeling her tired muscles relax, and her aches fade a little away. She kept getting flashes of the night before, and though they weren't at all bad, she refused to dwell on them. Especially the sound of his breathing… the feel of him above her… the way her own body had... She screamed in rage and shut off the shower after washing away the soap. Behind the door, she stopped abruptly, noticing the beautiful black robe hanging there. She knew it was from Wutai, since her mother had had one just like it when she had been a little girl. The only difference was the color, and the design. This one was made of soft silk with Leviathan embroidered on the back. She pulled it on and found that it fit her perfectly, if not a little bigger than she was used to, but the silk was soft and cool against her skin.
Well, robe or no robe, she was still very angry. She walked into his closet to see if there was something interesting in there, and found that her clothes from Godo's home had been brought over and were hanging in a section of the huge, walk-in closet. There was much more space for anything she may have wanted to bring, but for the most part, her clothing had stayed in her old apartment. Besides, he wanted a fake wife? He'd have to cough up the money for her shopping spree, Yuffie thought with a wide smirk. That would be after she got her revenge, though.
She pulled on an outfit she had donned only a handful of times and found that it was a little tighter around the chest area. Well, what do you know? I've grown a bit more in the boob area! She thought with a grin. Then she pulled on a pair of her most favorite boots—those, Tifa must've sent ahead the morning before, since she knew Yuffie couldn't live without them—and she ran a brush through her hair quickly. Then she darted out of the room and walked off towards the kitchen.
There was a woman already preparing breakfast, and Yuffie glared at Vincent as he smirked and drank his cup of coffee. Yuffie made a face at him and turned to the woman who was watching them. "Yuffie, this is Elmyra, she has been with me since I was about thirteen, and she's watched over me since then. Be nice to her, she's the one who keeps this house running."
"That's not my place anymore," Elmyra said kindly, smiling at Yuffie. "You can handle your home however you see fit."
Yuffie smiled. "It's nice to meet you. But don't worry about me. I know very little about running homes. Put me in an office, and I can turn a company into an empire, but that's it."
"Yes, that and you'd empty an entire museum if you could," Vincent muttered.
The ninja gave him a flat look. "Aren't you late for taking over the world or something?" she asked snidely. "Or would that be doing some damage control on those rumors?" she asked with a smirk.
"Give it a rest, Mrs. Valentine, after last night, you know that those rumors don't have any truth in them," he said before setting down his mug and winking. He blew her a kiss and then he was out the door.
Yuffie sat fuming for a few seconds until she realized that they hadn't been alone during that exchange. Elmyra smiled. "Young love brings back so many memories," she said, a far off look in her eyes.
Yuffie had to refrain from gagging and just shrugged. "He can be a real jerk when he sets his mind to it."
"But he made you his wife. You're the first woman he brings here," replied the older woman with a smile. "Now, what would you like to eat, Miss Yuffie?"
"Please, just call me Yuffie. Um, well, I'll just have some type of fruit salad and orange juice, if that's okay."
"That'll be done in a few minutes," Elmyra said as she got to work.
Meanwhile, Yuffie took a look around the house and noticed all the decoration once more. It wasn't too bad, and there were a few things she liked, but what would be the point of stealing from her own house now? No, maybe stealing wouldn't be the best way to get at Valentine now. Or at least, stealing from him wouldn't be a good idea for revenge. Now, going off and stealing from someone else deliberately sounded like an idea she could work with. She smiled to herself and walked off to get her phone to get in touch with her friends.
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Another museum, different form of entering. Yuffie gave a look around and made a count of how many security officers she had just seen outside of the building. Had they been anticipating a hit on this particular place? "Ace, I think you should steer clear until we give the word to come get us. The chopper may be silent, but invisible it's not," she said quietly, watching Tifa work on her mini-comp already on the roof.
"Copy. I'll be circling nearby," Cloud replied before the helicopter moved away.
"How are we?" Yuffie asked Tifa.
"Were ready to go in. Through a window because every door has some type of trip that is deactivated by a code that we obviously don't have," Tifa said.
"Would you be able to find it?" Yuffie questioned.
"If we had an hour to spare, yeah. But I don't think you do. Won't Valentine wonder where you've been all day? You've disappeared without calling him, and he'll probably freak and think you ran off."
"Yeah, it'd be real smart to run off after we got married. This is my revenge," Yuffie muttered, tying a thick piece of rope and throwing it over the side. She watched how low it fell and was satisfied when it didn't hit anyone on the head.
"Revenge for him deflowering you?" asked Tifa smartly.
"No. Revenge for him taking advantage of me while I was drunk."
Tifa smirked to herself. "Did you like it?"
Yuffie was silent and just started to climb down. She had no time to think about that now. Climbing onto the small ledge where her chosen window was, she used a flat blade to knick through the lock and crack it open. Tifa followed her and both pushed the rope through the window in order to climb down more than ten feet. They fell on silent feet, looking around at the various artifacts, works of art, and paintings. This particular item, she had stolen once before, but Godo had made her give it back when her nanny had found it in her drawer. It brought back fond memories and Yuffie thought back on how easy it had been at the time. Now, it would have various security trips and there would most likely be many guards watching over it inside.
"Got the tranqs?" Yuffie murmured as they blended in with the shadows.
"Yeah," Tifa replied, making hand movements when they saw the flashlights and heard faint whistling. Yuffie shook her head and they let the man pass them by. Then they took off at a quick run, turning corners as Tifa looked into her computer. They entered the exhibition and sitting right in the middle of the room was a glittering blue egg with various diamonds and valuable stones all around it. Both she and Tifa ducked into the darkness when another guard walked into the room and took a look at the egg. Tifa aimed a small gun and fired a tranq into the man's leg. He slumped and Yuffie pulled him off to the side in the dark.
"I'm running scans on it now. I can bypass the trips but we'll only have a small amount of time to grab it and go before the sensors pick up that it's missing. I hope you're ready for a good run," Tifa murmured.
Yuffie nodded and took out her trusty glass cutter. She made quick work of it as Tifa stood as a look out, and she heard the tranq gun go off while she reached in for the egg. "Are you sure we can get it without sealing off the whole room?" she asked Tifa.
Tifa made a complete scan of the room and nodded. "It'll be a close one, but we can get out in under a minute," she said seriously. Taking a deep breath, the ninja reached in with deft hands and pulled up the egg, eyes glittering. She smiled to herself, but it slowly died when Tifa cursed. "A silent alarm was tripped and the police are on their way. Pack up and start running."
Yuffie put the egg into a special pouch at her hip before they both took off faster than the wind. That was the upside of being a ninja, they were quick on their feet. As they rounded the corner, Tifa shot out another guard, jumping over him as he slumped to the floor heavily. Then she was the first up the rope, while Yuffie scanned the area.
"Contact Ace. Tell him we need him here now," Yuffie said quickly. Tifa did as her cousin said and helped Yuffie onto the edge. Just as they turned to keep climbing, they heard the sound of a gun cocking. Both women turned slowly to look behind them and saw another figure in all black, including a mask, pointing a gun at them.
"That egg is mine ladies," said a raspy voice. "Hand it over."
Yuffie couldn't tell whether his voice was like that, or if he was changing his tone so he wouldn't be recognizable. Smart move. "I think not," she said, changing her voice as well. "We were here first, and this egg is ours. Finders, keepers."
"Hand it over the easy way, or we'll do this the hard way. Already the police surround the museum. How do you expect to get out?" he asked.
Tifa's eyes darted to another rope that was suddenly thrown outside nearby. "Ready," she whispered.
Yuffie nodded and sent her Shuriken flying, distracting the man before Tifa shot out with the tranq gun. She missed twice as the man jumped out of the way and Yuffie shoved her towards the rope, staying behind to catch her weapon. As it came back to her, she nearly dropped it when the sound of a gun firing rang out. A cry of pain escaped her and she clutched at her arm, stilling the blood flow before it dripped down onto the windowsill and they left behind condemning evidence.
Tifa fired her tranq gun once more and the man ducked again, giving her the opportunity to grab onto Yuffie and cling to the rope as Cloud began to pull them up into the air. "Are you all right?" she asked, holding on as tight as she could, hoping they wouldn't slip and fall to their deaths.
"Yeah," Yuffie said, voice filled with pain. "Bullet is in my arm and I can feel the blood seeping through my hand. We need to get into the chopper before I leave behind my damned DNA," she muttered, looking down and noting the flashing lights from at least twenty cop cars.
They made it into the helicopter just as blood began to drip down Yuffie's fingers and onto the floor of the chopper. "Well now. How am I going to explain to Valentine that I got shot?" Yuffie asked with a smirk, pulling off her mask. She wouldn't even dwell on it. Why was it that her revenge plots always backfired?
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Now, what will Vincent have to say once Yuffie does go home, I wonder. All I can say is that it won't be pretty, and there will be some Lucrecia in there too. Also, if you've noticed, they hadn't really talked about their pasts, or the details of how Vince grew up and with who, so expect that after all the arguing has gone down. The whole Fabergé egg thing is another bit borrowed from "Ocean's Eleven," since I'm running out of ideas on things they can steal. I'll need to do a bit of research on things that can be stolen, so that it doesn't get too boring. Still, I hope everyone enjoyed, since I had a very interesting time writing this chapter. I know it may seem like Vince was a jerk by taking advantage of Yuffie while she was drunk, but it had to be done.
Also, I did it in a way where it wouldn't seem too bad and completely evil on Vincent's part. Yuffie was more than on board for Vince to have his way with her, even though she's acting all insulted and angry now. Still, if you notice, she hasn't taken it as bad as other people would. I just hope I didn't offend anybody with this chapter, since their first time together had to be worked in this way for future chapters and stuff. Always, thank you so much for the positive words and your opinions. They are greatly appreciated and they make me real happy, so keep them coming! Don't ever think that your opinions don't matter. Even a small note saying that you enjoyed the chapter can make an author want to keep writing. So thanks for reading and I hope to update soon!
Joey