It, indeed, has been way too long. I've not necessarily been slacking, just very busy with other things. School, friends, vacations, etc. The list is endless, honest. :D

Anyway, according to my last update, I haven't posted a chapter for a little over a year. Shame on me, I know, I know… It's been so long, reading my own fanfiction is like reading another's. I don't remember most of it, which is quite sad for me. Later on tonight, I'll re-read them all, but for now, I should get updating. I have some time at the moment, as my location is… boring. Nothing to do, but BRAINSTORM!

Another quick note, the following last 10 chapters are topics that I made up about 5 minutes ago… I lost my other list on the hard drive of my old laptop, so I had to think of new ones. These ones are good, but I'm sure my old topics were better… Ah well. Gotta live with what you got.

So, finally, like tradition of my other chapters…

NO flaming. :3

(Reviews would be great too. Please, to keep me motivated.)

21. Paint

"How about neon… Pickle? That's a silly color name!"

He looked up from the paint samples to his girlfriend holding the gallon paint can in her small hands. She gave the can a goofy look and put it back on the floor. She picked up one of the cans next to it.

"Crescent… Blue? That sounds pretty… And blue is unisex, right? Let's get this one, Vince."

Vincent couldn't help but smile. He then said quietly, "We're not having children yet, Yuffie. And we're painting just a room, not a baby's room."

Yuffie shrugged, "This one it is then," and she turned toward the cashier. He was ignored, once again. He minded her hardheadedness though, following the girl out of the store with four paint cans and, to Yuffie, "forty-million!" paint samples. Vincent already knew this was going to be a long weekend.

Arriving to their home in a several minutes walk, Yuffie took her shoes off outside and quickly slipped through the door, causing Vincent to frown in astonishment.

"Yuffie, you didn't lock the door," he muttered, taking off his own shoes gracefully, as his hands were full of the day's shopping. He walked in, closing the door with a swift nudge of his sock-y foot. Looking around the quiet living room then down the bright hallway, he could see Yuffie dancing and spinning until her destination was reached. She slipped into one of the brightly lit rooms. The next moments proceeded with the crashing of paint cans and a body, not surprisingly, Yuffie's body.

"DAMN CHAIR!"

Vincent calmly entered the room, walking past Yuffie, who was nursing her foot. He set down his bags and picked up hers. He checked the medium sized cans, hoping not to find any deep dents or breaks in the metal. He then inspected the brushes, only to find that one was broken in half.

Yuffie grinned, full of esteem, "that's okay! We have four more."

Vincent quickly muttered, "one's that are too big, Yuffie."

"Well, it's no-biggie! We'll deal with it," and she got up from the floor and swiped the brush from his hand, "we can still use this one! We have tape, right?"

"No," he muttered bluntly.

"Then go get some!"

In a sudden rush of… well, everything, Vincent was pushed out the door like an innocent dog that peed on the white carpet. He nearly tripped when his feet made contact with Yuffie's shoes, but he caught his balance, waving an arm out. He then turned around and checked the door knob. Out of the all the times to lock the door, she finally did.

"And don't come back until you have some tape!"

He didn't complain. He didn't retort. He didn't snarl with bitterness. He knew that it was better to do what she wanted (of course, never asked), and not fight back, because in the house of Kisaragi-Valentine, Kisaragi, well… always came first. So, he traveled the short distance back into town, not saying a word, just buying the duct tape, because he knew she would be mad if he came home with a new paint brush instead.

When he returned with the silver tape, he did the usual routine of taking off his shoes. The door was still locked, but the spare key under the mat, that Yuffie assumed he didn't know about, helped with that problem. He put the key back and walked inside, closing the door with a gentle push with his back.

The next moment caused Vincent to drop the tape and allow it to roll away for freedom. The smell of thick paint hung in the air. He smelt it… Everywhere. He didn't bother getting the tape when he walked past it. His mind was elsewhere, thinking the possible worse.

'If she got it on the carpet, I'M going to have to clean it up.'

But when he peered into the room, he found no paint on the floor, but paint streaked across the walls. The colorful hues of blue and yellow and red. It was like a tornado painted the walls for her, but what was written in the colors could not be done by any natural force of nature. He stared at the words in black paint hard, stepping more into the heavy scented room for a better view of the message.

Next to the message stood Yuffie, covered in the colors of blue and yellow and red, but grinning whites. She clasped her hands together and laughed. "Well, Vinnie? What color should we pick?"

The message read: We're having a girl.

I missed writing for these two. :D They're so adorable!

Anyway, read and review. And I'll update more.

(I really hope I still have my fans…)