Hi. :) Okay, this chapter is a little short, don't kill me! I had an idea for a new story, so I was busy noting everything down for that and writing up a few scenes. But I promise I'll finish this story before I start a new one. I. Must. Not. Get. Distracted…too much. :D Well, you're reading this chapter slightly earlier than I had planned thanks to Comrade Buttons. By bribing me, but I needed to get my butt into gear. Um, technically, since the deadline was midnight tonight, this is only forty-three minutes late...in my timezone anyway.

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I don't own Final Fantasy VII, or any of it's characters. Though I do own Kai and his evilness...not sure if that's a good thing.

I had miraculously managed to convince Kai that we should stay in Edge for a longer period of time than was originally planned. It took me two long weeks to do it, but eventually he consented. Within those two weeks, most of my uncomfortably sore bruises had completely faded. I had insisted that I shouldn't see anyone in that space of time; if Tifa saw the state of me back then, she'd freak out and end up punching someone. So, while Cloud and Cid believed I had 'fallen down the stairs', only Kai and Vincent knew the truth. Actually, Cloud had probably told Tifa about the bruises too, but thankfully she'll never know the true extent of the damage. I went to visit her when my bruises had gone, and she seemed normal enough, so I don't think she suspects anything. Cloud, on the other hand, is a little too intuitive for his own damn good.

"…How long are you planning to stay?" Vincent asked quietly, tracing a finger down my spine.

I smiled, propping myself onto my elbows to look at him, "As long as possible. I dunno how long that'll be, but Kai's being awfully lenient, considering we've already been here for almost two months…I'm slightly suspicious of his intentions…"

Vincent readjusted the duvet so it covered most of my bare back, before he leaned up and kissed me briefly. I sighed happily and rested my head on his chest again, thinking about going back to sleep. We lay in silence for a few moments as he continued to stroke my back soothingly.

"Can we lay in bed all day today?" I asked softly.

"If you'd like." he replied quietly, sounding pleased, "Practically half of the day has already passed anyway."

"Why, what time is it?"

"One forty-five, in the afternoon."

I opened my eyes to look at the clock, "Woah, almost two pm? Already?"

He chuckled lightly, "Yes dearest, it would seem so."

I snorted, "Dearest? Since when?"

He paused for a second, "…You became the most precious thing to me a while ago."

I opened my eyes and lifted my head from his chest, "Thanks. You're pretty important to me too, vampire."

He narrowed his eyes at me, and I tried to keep a straight face to as I apologised, but I couldn't quite manage it.

"Ahem, I'm sorry for calling you a vampire." My face split into a wide, lazy grin.

"Apology accepted."

"I know you're not a vampire really," I continued, "the fact that we found you in a coffin means nothing. Or that your skin practically glows in it's paleness…no biggie. Clearly, myself and the rest of Avalanches' concern that you'll suck our blood in the middle of the night is completely unfounded. And of course, it's perfectly normal to live off three hours of sleep a-"

The feel of his lips on mine shut me up. Ah, he does this often, since this method is the most effective. Sometimes I babble on purpose, just so he'll kiss me. I could always just ask for a kiss, but where's the fun in that?

Vincent rolled us gently, until he was on top, before breaking the kiss, "Your accusations, though mostly true, are not conclusive evidence that I am a vampire."

I laughed, "What more proof do you need? Maybe you're a vampire and you just don't know it yet!"

He made an amused noise in his throat, "I'll tell you if I suddenly have an urge to drink your blood."

I laughed, but stopped almost immediately when a slightly evil, thoughtful look crossed his face.

"Though I should warn you, I suddenly have an overwhelming desire to bite your neck…"

I squealed and tried to push him off me, but my flimsy upper body strength was no match for his weight. I couldn't help but giggle like a crazy person when I felt his teeth lightly nipping the skin of my neck.

"Ouch!" I gasped. He quickly pulled back to look at me.

"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"

"No, no! Not you." I said, and he rolled off me, "I've just got stomach cramp again." I sat up and brought my knees to my chest.

He frowned disapprovingly, "I thought I told you, you should see a doctor."

I rolled my eyes, "Relax Vince. I don't need to see a doctor and waste their time. It's probably just period pains."

"Or it could be something more serious, like appendicitis, for example."

"Is that what you think it is?" I asked, eyes wide.

"Perhaps. You should see a doctor to find out." he told me sternly.

I shook my head, "I don't need to."

"Why are you so stubborn?" he sighed.

I didn't answer, choosing instead to stick my tongue out at him.

"Hn. If the pain gets any worse, you may have to go to the hospital." Vincent told me, leaning over to kiss me on the cheek, "So tell me straight away, alright?"

"Okay." I agreed, "Um, can you get me some painkillers please?"

He nodded, before getting out of bed and pulling some pants on. I uncurled from my ball and fell back on to the bed heavily, clutching my stomach. He came back a minute later.

"None left." he said. I groaned and rolled over, pressing my face into the pillow.

"Oh, the horror." I mumbled. I felt his hand rest on my back.

"I'll go out and get you some; is there anything else you want?" he asked.

"…Pomegranates." I announced. He chuckled.

"You're a strange one." he said, and I felt him place a kiss on my head.

"Hurry please." I requested, grabbing his pillow and covering my head with it.

"Will do." he answered, before I heard the sounds of him getting dressed. Then fading footsteps, and the distinct sound of the front door opening and closing. Silence for a few minutes, before I decided it was best to get up. Stupid pain, spoiling my plans to stay in bed all day.

I threw the covers off me in a huff, before I stood up and grabbed Vincent's dressing gown from the wardrobe. It buried me, but it was very soft, and very comfortable, and very black, naturally.

I padded into the living room and switched on the T.V. Not because I actually wanted to watch it, but because it filled the silence. It became apparent that the last thing Vincent had been watching was one of those channels that constantly replayed 'important' bits of news. I shook my head at the T.V screen, before wandering off into the kitchen, to get me some ice cream. Sure, I hadn't had breakfast yet, but whatever; I wanted some. My stomach ache had gone away, for now at least.

I reached for the chocolate flavour, but then changed my mind and grabbed another tub. Vanilla, go ahead and call me boring. Vincent liked vanilla, and he'd spread his boringness to me, being the poor, hapless ninja I was. Well, that just wouldn't do. I opened the tub and placed it on the kitchen worktop, before reaching into the cupboard to get some chocolate sauce. I squirted the sauce onto the ice cream in a smiley face shape, adding glasses and a handlebar moustache, before giggling at my creation. I almost didn't want to eat it.

"I shall dub you…Christopher." I told the ice cream, grinning, "It's a pleasure to meet you. And now you must fulfil your purpose."

I grabbed a spoon and dug in, "Mm. You're yummy, Chris." I was talking to my ice cream; that was perfectly normal…

I continued to eat thoughtfully, wondering if scientists could make ice cream…mutate into an almost living organism that lived in a block and could multiply at will, like bacteria. Then you'd never run out of cold, creamy goodness! Then again, I don't think people would like to eat mutated ice cream…

"-unknown who is responsible, or what their motives are-"

I rolled my eyes, trying to tune out the annoying woman that told you the basics of the story before they'd hand it over to someone 'at the scene'. Really, she just repeated the same things, over and over again.

"Here's Graham, live at the scene-"

There, I knew it. News was boring. I continued to eat my vanilla ice cream slowly.

"-have been a total of twenty-six casualties and nine deaths so far. Eye witnesses report seeing-"

I started humming as I picked up my small tub of ice cream, scooping more into my mouth as I entered the living room, and moved past the T.V to open a window.

"Police have closed of the street and are currently working to find out the cause of the explosion…"

I turned to stare at the television screen. Explosion? What explosion? I love it when things blow up! Uh…but not when people get hurt…

"-has been an explosion at the Edge's local pharmacy, and witnesses claimed to have seen a small shootout beforehand-"

I froze with my spoon still in my mouth. Pharmacy? Shootout?

"-twenty six people surrounding the area were injured, and nine of the eleven people in the building were fatally wounded."

I stared at the man currently talking, with a charred, wrecked building in the background, and didn't dare move. Until my teeth started protesting painfully to the cold blob of sugar in my mouth, and I dropped the spoon into the tub, swallowing my spoonful of ice cream as I did so. My brain obviously didn't want to think of the possibility that…

"Again, it's unclear who or what caused it, but there were reports of hooded figures inside the pharmacy and-"

Oh. Leviathan. No.

"-report seeing none other than Vincent Valentine fighting the hooded figures and trying to get people out of the building, before an explosion took place-"

It was as I'd feared. My breath left me, and my cold, numb fingers unintentionally let the tub of ice cream fall to the ground, effectively splattering the stuff all over Vincent's carpet.

Vincent was there. I'd sent him to the pharmacy buy me painkillers. And so were the remnants, by the sounds of it. This was no coincidence. I'd bet my secret materia stash that those Jenova rejects caused that explosion. Nine people were dead…

I continued to stare blankly at the screen, though the mans voice now sounded muffled. Vinnie was okay, of course he was. He was practically indestructible. I blinked, and the T.V came back into focus again. I took a good, long look at the rubble in the background that used to be a pharmacy, and rushed into the bedroom to grab some clothes.

-x-

Shouldn't I get a damn phone call from someone? I didn't know where the hell Vincent was! I suppose the police only call family or something…helpful that, when Vincent doesn't have any.

"Excuse me, can you check to see if a Vincent Valentine has been admitted?" I asked the lady behind the desk in my speed talk. Midgar had only one hospital, so if he wasn't here…

"Alright…and you are?"

"Yuffie Kisaragi." I told her, "I'm his friend."

She nodded and started typing something. "He's one of the victims of the bomb at the pharmacy, wasn't he?"

"I'm really hoping not…wait, a bomb?" I said, staring at her with wide eyes.

"That's what I heard. He apparently warned everyone to get out of the building just before it went off." she informed me, looking at the computer screen, "Ah, yes, he's in room thirty two B, in the St. Annabelle ward, but there's no details of his condition…hey, wait, he's not allowed visitors!"

I ignored her, stepping into the elevator without thinking about my motion sickness. Gawd, can't these stupid thing's go faster? When I want them to be slow, they're fast; but when I want them to be fast, it's the opposite!

I stumbled out, almost tripping over my own feet and muttering apologies to the other people waiting to get in the lift. I walked quickly down the halls, looking for the right room…was I even in the right ward?

Oh, there's a sign, um…yes I was. Now, just need to find room thirty two B…

There! I rushed towards it, but was intercepted by a male doctor that had a voice made just to annoy me instantly…

"Miss, excuse me, no visitors are allowed in this ward."

"I don't care! My friend was hurt in the pharmacy explosion thing, and I need to know if he's okay!"

"If you give your name and your friends name at the welcome counter, and sit in the waiting room, staff will inform you of his condition and if he's allowed to see anyone."

"Oh my god, but that'll take forever and a frickin' day! I need to see him now!" I demanded, stamping my foot for emphasis.

"I'm sorry miss, but you can't see the patient until doctors either discharge him, or move him to another ward."

I moved to barge past him, but he stepped in front of me, holding his hands up. "You can't go in there."

"Watch me!" I stepped purposefully forward again, and he grabbed my shoulders to stop me. "ASSAULT!" I screamed. The doctor dropped his hands immediately. "If you don't let me in to see my friend I will sue your ass! The charges will be assault, inappropriate conduct-"

"Madam, please-"

"And even if there isn't a law somewhere that says you have to do your job right, I can at least get you fired!"

I side stepped around him before he could respond, flinging open the doors and fearing the worst.

"Oh, Vincent!" I exclaimed, running over to him.

He looked round, before sitting up in the hospital bed, "Yuffie. So it was you I heard yelling." he said, opening his arms for me. I went to glomp him, but stopped myself. He looked at me questioningly.

"I might hurt you." I said in explanation. He looked a little…battered. There were small, fine cuts on his face, his hair was slightly matted, and his clothes had small gashes in them too, and looked a little singed. He smiled.

"I won't let the doctors heal me, the cuts and bruises will heal up themselves within a few hours." he said, grabbing my hand and pulling me to him. I leaned down to wrap my arms around his neck and bury my head in his shoulder.

"Oh god, Vincent, I was so scared for a second there." I told him, tears of relief forming in my eyes. I blinked rapidly and forced them back.

"Hn. You needn't have worried, love; the remnants weren't exactly stealthy."

"I knew it was those remnants! How many?" I asked angrily.

"It seems they work in groups of five."

I pulled back to look at him. "Gawd, how many more can there be? There shouldn't be this many."

He nodded, agreeing, "We'll have to talk to Reeve about this, and Cloud. Perhaps this is getting too big for just us to handle."

I hugged him again, "I'm just glad you're okay. You made me drop my ice cream, fool! Speaking of which, hehe, I'll clean it up when I get back. Um, any idea when you're getting out?"

"I should be discharged in a few hours." he told me, beginning to stroke my hair.

"Okay, I'll stay here 'till then." I was about to made myself comfortable and lay on the tiny hospital bed next to him, when a familiar, but panicked voice could be heard from the hall;

"I swear the gods, if you don't let us in to see him, I will get you fired!" Tifa threatened. I giggled, and pecked Vincent on the lips before moving away from him to sit on the edge of the bed.

Tifa burst in, followed closely by Cloud, Reeve, Denzel, and Marlene.

"Thank the Lifestream you're alright! We came as soon as we heard." she said, walking towards us.

"Do you know what caused the explosion?" Cloud asked when he reached us.

"Remnants of Jenova." Vincent answered before I could, "It's been myself and Yuffie's mission from the WRO to discover their intentions."

"Was it a bomb Uncle Vincent?" asked Denzel curiously. He nodded in response.

"Why would they blow up a pharmacy?" I wondered out loud.

"I believe," Reeve began hesitantly, looking at Vincent, "that it was an attempt on Vincent's life."

My eyes widened in shock, but he was probably right. "…Well, that's depressing." I muttered, "Whatever did you do to piss them off Vince?"

He shrugged a shoulder, while Tifa told me off for my bad language in front of the children.

"At least we have a vague idea where they are now." said Reeve. I nodded in agreement, before I remembered something.

"Oh! Vinnie…did you manage to get me those pomegranates, or did they get blown up?"

Those poor pomegranates. A moment of silence for my favourite fruit...

Anyway! Did you like that chapter? No Kai in this one, but he'll be scheming something pretty soon.

Now, be a dear and point out any mistakes I may have made please! I have a feeling there's lots of them my eyes are weirdly oblivious to.

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