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7. Video Game

Vincent was silent, sitting behind Yuffie in a comfortable chair, while the ninja was sprawled out on the floor. Her eyes were dead on the flashing television, her mouth slightly ajar like some kind of zombie. She blinked once and leaned back every so slightly, face now completive. Her tongue stuck out over her lip in concentration.

Vincent blinked once, but didn't say anything. The only thing that came from the gunslinger was a small sigh.

She finally turned her head to him and grin big. "Did you see that move I did, Vinnie?" She squealed and scrambled to her feet, dropping the controller to the ground. She then began to mimic the fighting move her character had done in the game. "It was like this," she lifted her leg up high, fists clenched, "Wait… No, like this!" she dropped her leg and crotched down, her leg out to the side. Yuffie pressed her hands against the carpet.

"Seeee, I'm pro." She winked and gave him quick thumbs up before falling forward on her chest. The girl squeaked and groaned, swearing she didn't lose her balance, that it was just gravity that hated her. Vincent sighed again, eyebrow raised.

"Well." He started, "I believe you shouldn't of been down so low." He then stood up and helped her back into her squatted stance, but lifted her up a slightly higher. "There." He muttered.

Yuffie was staring at him the whole time, wondering why he was so involved now at all times. For the past three days, at the same time of 2 pm, Yuffie and Vincent met in the living room. Yuffie called it bonding. Vincent called it simple annoyance and he wanted no part it in. He had no choice, however. So when Yuffie realized that he was paying attention the whole time, she felt kinda special.

Vincent snapped his non-gauntlet hand, and Yuffie blinked, quickly noticing that he wasn't wearing his regular attire, but a loose black cotton down shirt and black slacks. Her face flushed, realizing how… Normal he looked. She heard Vincent sigh.

"Can you hear me or are you just going to keep staring like that?"

Yuffie's face grew bright red. "S-sorry!!" She hopped back on her butt, and scooted back toward the television. Vincent blinked, slight shocked.

"Uh. Yuffie. The game." He pointed at her and she swung around immediately. The game had starting again, and she was losing. It seemed that while backing up, she started the game by accident, and her little character was having a hard time. She fell off the virtual cliff… twice, and was screaming in agony when little monsters, Yuffie liked to call 'Little Bastards,' attacked the tiny individual. Yuffie screamed in frustration and flung her body to the controller next to her, rolling dramatically across the floor and back to the TV. Her fingers clicked at the button in flashing speed, using all her knowledge to defeat the evil doers.

Level ended after the 'Little Bastards' were all gone, and Yuffie was pleased. She scored a overall 89% on the level. She jumped up in the air and did a victory pose, throwing the controller in the process. The controller flew at the ceiling and came crashing down, slapping Yuffie right in the forehead.

"AHH!! GODDAMMIT!!" She screamed and fell forward. She didn't expect impact with someone's chest, however. His arms were around her body in a protective way, holding her up as she dizzily looked at him.

"My head hurts." She muttered, closing her eyes.

"Stop being so careless then," She heard the slight smile in his husky, gorgeous voice, and his large, soft fingers against the crease in her forehead.

Her eyes snapped open a bit and she found herself staring right into his crimson eyes. Her face grew red, but when she tried to pull away, Vincent held her tight, eyes looking away from her to behind her. He sighed.

"The games starting again," he muttered, his seriousness hiding the fact that he was disappointed. Yuffie, on the other hand, flew herself around in his arms to face the television.

"NO!" She wailed, waving her arms over the small screen, "Let'me go, Vince!" He, however, do not.


Aweh. Yuffie lost the game.

Wait. I lost the game. D: Damn.

And it's all Vinnie's fault, cause of those gorgeous eyes. Damn him.

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