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Forty Three
-Point of View; Vincent-
She was upset, that was obvious. What he still didn't know was what she was upset about. He'd been watching her for hours as she attacked the tree, all the smaller branches were gone and she'd been working on the larger ones for quite a while. He knew she was breaking down, her mask was beginning to crack. It had caught him by surprise at first, but the more he watched her and thought about it, the more it made sense. She was his complete opposite. She was gentle and sensitive, regardless of the show she put on to seem tough and hardened. When he was faced with pressure, he drew into himself and ignored his emotions. When Yuffie was faced with pressure she cracked and exploded. Everyone knew when Yuffie was angry, she made sure they knew.
He liked that, but she was still too attached to him. He didn't think she even knew how her world seemed to revolve around him. It wouldn't even matter so much except that her emotions were beginning to cloud her judgment. Being so close to him was distracting her from her surroundings, especially when they'd been walking for long periods of time. On more than one occasions he'd had to bring down a monster that she hadn't even seen stalking her. He'd taken to walking behind her simply because her lack of attention scared him at times. He knew she didn't like it, and he also knew she was unaware that she was becoming a danger to herself.
Something had to be done. He had to find a way to leave her alone, and get her attention off of him at the same time. He'd been very careful to keep her distant. He was sure she assumed he was pushing her away, when really he was keeping her at arm's length until she was ready. She was so confident, it almost made him laugh. He knew what he was doing, he knew where he wanted their "relationship" to go. Yuffie was the one hesitating, especially now. After all this time, she was finally starting to consider what she was honestly getting herself into and what she would be giving up for it. All she needed now was something to get her mind off of him so she could think from a clearer point of view.
