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A small figure staggered into the bar, knocking over several bar stools and crashing into a table, instantly waking the man who was quietly snoozing upright, his arms folded and head leaning on his chest.

"Yuffie!" he said, his head snapping up. The small Wutain girl emerged sheepishly from behind the heap of stools and grinned.

"Yes?"

"Have you been drinking again?"

"Ohhhh, Vinnie!" she slurred. "Does it matter if I was?"

"Well because of all the poison your putting in your body, yes it does."

"Drinking's good for you!"

Vincent raised an eyebrow. "And who told you that?"

"Everyone knows it true!"

Shaking his head, he headed over to the drunken mess that was Yuffie. "I shall escort you upstairs," he told her simply. "You seem to be far too drunk to even walk in your current state."

"Oh, go away Vinnie," she snapped brushing him away and staggering forwards, clutching a nearby table for support. Vincent watched her sway for a moment, ready to help her upstairs.

"I'm fine, leave me alone!" she told him with a hiccup. Her eyes looked out of focus, walking in a straight line seemed like an impossible task as she blindly stumbled into Vincent

"I insist," said Vincent holding the girls by the shoulders. "On taking you to bed."

Of course, Vincent had no intention of sounding like a dirty old man attempting to seduce a young girl, and Yuffie definitely got the wrong idea.

"Gross-ness!" she yelled Pushing Vincent away. It was difficult for her to grow out of her childish behaviour, even at the age of twenty. "don't be a perv Vinnie! Yer such a perv! You like girls young don't you!"

Yuffie was famous for being even more argumentative and honest when she was completely rat arsed.

"What do you mean?" Asked Vincent coldly, dreading the answer. Yuffie puffed out her chest and took a deep breath.

"That Shelke!" she said finally, pouting. "She had the body of a ten year old and you fancied the pants off her. That was gross! Mega Ewww! Sick sick SICK!"

Vincent felt the heat rise in his cheeks as he repeatedly told himself she was drunk, and hopefully didn't mean half of what she was saying. The drunk ninja swayed forwards before tripping over a bar stool and flying across the room in a drunken heap.

"Arg! My bones are breaking!" she yelled, her face twisting in pain as her body bent into a un-human like shape, with her legs above her head. Vincent rushed over and kneeled to her level, examining her face with a concerned look.

"Are you okay?" he asked quickly, helping Yuffie to her feet as she hiccoughed and leaned into him. Her face was green and shivers wracked her body - a warning sign.

"I'm… I feel-" she clapped a hand to her mouth and quickly faced away from Vincent before she felt the rush to projectile vomit around the room.

"Eurgh!" she cried, a few tears streaming down her cheeks. "I hate being sick! Ewww!"

Cringing, Vincent supported the young woman who reeked of vomit and lead her upstairs to her bedroom. It was rather pitiful to see such a young girl blind drunk and been cleaned up by an older man before laying her down in bed and throwing the covers over her. Sighing, he headed downstairs to reluctantly clean up the mess Yuffie had made. She definitely wasn't going to do it, and he felt bad if he allowed Tifa to clean it. Wrinkling his nose as he pulled out a mop and bucket, he thought to himself. Watching someone throw up and pass out and still find them attractive. He must really like her.

The hangover Yuffie experienced the next morning was the worse she'd had in… well, ever. Groaning, she looked to the right of her in case she had dragged home a complete munter out of consciousness. Fortunately there was no Heidegger look a like sleeping beside her, and she was still fully dressed. Phew, she didn't get raped or murdered from last nights flurry of events. On second thoughts, she couldn't even remember a thing that happened. She remembered a slight argument with Vincent but that was nothing new. The door creaked open and Vincent entered carrying a steaming mug.

"Don't worry, it's only coffee," he told her at her suspicious glance at the mug.

"Um… Okay… thank you… Um… What happened last night?" she asked in a small voice holding the hot cup between her hands and taking a sip.

"Lets just say your a lot more voluptuous when your drunk," replied Vincent, a small smile playing his features. "And your not afraid to speak your mind."

"Oh no!" she squeaked. "I didn't insult you did I?"

"No," lied Vincent. "You were just more prone to arguing with me."

"I'm sorry, Vinnie! I didn't mean whatever I said, I was completely out of it!"

Vincent accepted her apology with a nod as she clutched her stomach slightly.

"I didn't… puke, did I?" she asked dreading the answer. Lowly, Vincent nodded, mustering all his strength not to chuckle at her shocked, disgusted look.

"Really? Ewww! That's mega gross! I feel bad now! You were there, and you saw me barf, didn't you?"

Again, Vincent nodded causing Yuffie to hide her face in embarrassment.

"Grr! Why did I get so drunk? I'm an idiot!" she moaned, hiding her face from view and blushing deeply. Vincent shook his head and leaned against the door frame.

"I think we're all untitled to let our hair down once in a while," he said calmly giving Yuffie the image of a drunk Vincent with his hair down - which it usually was anyway.

"I'm never drinking again!" she promised flopping back down on her pillow. Vincent twitched his nose, remembering her promise to never eat sweets again which lasted about two hours.

"I'm sure you wont. I shall leave you, you need some sleep."

She threw out her arms and gestured him forwards, which he did obediently. She wrapped him in her warm embrace and took in his comforting scent

"I'll tell ya now cos I'm rarely in his mood," she said quietly. It must have been the act-mature-don't-argue-and-use-long-words mood which Vincent had experienced a few times before.

"Whenever I argue with ya… Half the time I don't mean it. I just get pissed off so easily and your like, my closest friend. Well maybe apart from Tifa but she's knock me unconscious if I argued with her… Cloud wouldn't care… Cid would just swear at me… Barret probably would too… Red wouldn't understand and Marlene's too young… So you seem like the only friend I got, and you're a good listener…"

I see," said Vincent slowly trying to register what she was saying. "Well, I apologise if I ever seem like I'm butting in but I am only trying to help you."

"I know," she smiled. "And your like a brother to me. Thanks."

With a grin, she yawned, stretched and lay back down before closing her eyes and giving Vincent the impression he should leave.

"Your like a brother to me…"

The words rang round Vincent's head like a song on repeat. Vincent didn't want to be like a brother. Sighing he rose to his feet and headed towards the door before making a backwards glance towards the beautiful young woman who was hopefully sleeping off her tremendous hangover.

Short chapter, cos I'm cool ;D

Brother from another mother, lol. Please review (:

Reno pops up in the next chapter too!