Disclaimer: Don't own anything...
AN: This one's a bit darker...
#21---
violence; pillage/plunder; extortion
She is sitting alone in the darkness, her wrist still aching because of something that happened hours ago. She can barely feel it now and despite the blackness she knows it's swelling. They'd been talking quietly, Yuffie hanging onto every word Vincent offered, and for some reason the conversation had turned onto Lucrecia. The next thing Yuffie knew she was looking up at a furious face and his hand had wrapped itself firmly around her wrist. Then there was pain and some running, the slamming of a door, now.
Before she knows it she is crying. She knows that it is her fault this happened to her–Vincent had every right to react like he had. Pressing his buttons had not been a smart move and by doing it Yuffie had released the violent side of Vincent she never wanted to know.
Footsteps from outside make her rake up her remaining pride and halt her tears. The door is pushed open and he gazes down at her angrily, not reacting to her apologies. Instead he grabs her good wrist and pulls her up so as to inspect her bad one. Cold lips softly brush over the swelling tissue before he guides her out of the mansion and towards someone who will help.
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