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Hello my friends! This week I'd like to start off by thanking my highly appreciated faithful reviewers CupofTeaforAliceandHatter, and breathingin. Yes, both of you were right it was indeed Mulan last week's was based off, and thanks ever so much for your kind words, as always. Really helps me to keep my motivation up. And so, onto this week's!

Okay, so, fair warning it's breaching the high end of T here! Just in terms of hinting towards ~adult things~. Not really into M territory, so sorry if that's your thing I guess? Anyway, please enjoy!

032. Discovery

I've discovered many things over the years. I've discovered materia in hidden caves, hidden caves in mountains and mountains out of mole hills. I also discovered the reason for Tifa's eternal sad-smile (Cloud) and the reason why Cloud often looked off to one side (Tifa/Dead-Girl-Complex). I even discovered, maybe a little bit accidentally, how to give Barrett a real hand (Mako, duh!), how to launch Cid into space (WRO, when it was rich enough), how to make Red less lonely (He could come and live with me!), and even how to find Reeve a wife (the internet's a great thing). But I didn't discover until long after I should've how Vincent was on dark, stormy nights around wet girls-turned-women in far too skimpy clothes.

I stopped over at his house, well, mansion, after we completed a mission - a long one, out in the mountains just before Nibelheim. Stupid dragons, terrorising small-town folk. It'd been about two weeks we were stationed out there, just the two of us at the top of a cold mountain, and as the days went on something was up with Vincent. He was twitchy most of the time. He looked kinda frustrated whenever he thought I wasn't looking, and after a while it began to make me annoyed. But I let it slide - not like an argument would solve much at the top of a mountain. It was perhaps the most mature moment of my entire life.

And then, he was totally fine when we got back. Went back to being his old self, and I didn't say anything. I mean, I was to totally going to mention it to Tifs when I got back to Edge, but that wasn't the point. Talking to your girl about these things doesn't even count as saying anything.

Until the third night. It'd been raining heavily all day, and Vincent had warned me against going outside - apparently the rainwater there was slightly more toxic than it was in other places. It was total B.S, but whatever - it's not like I cared that much. So I was cooped up all day, waiting, waiting, waiting... until it was nighttime. I ended up reading - reading! - in the end. And finally, it was ten o'clock - time for bed! I made a quick change into my pyjamas, well, they were my old shorts from when I was younger - hardly even decent anymore - and an old, faded tank top. Oh, how Tifs would raise her eyebrow and sigh if she could see me now. Not that she didn't anyway... And I crept into bed, waiting for the night to pass into sweet dreams and the following day to come.

I think I was dreaming about Vincent anyway, I think I can remember what it was about because had the ceiling not broken straight over my bed and a huge cloud-full of rainwater plummeted onto me, I would've been hot and clammy. But as it was - I was soaking wet, drenched from head to toe, and shivering to boot. I let out a strangled scream and shot upright, cursing the sky and the clouds and the rain and the roof in my native tongue before I truly realised what was happening. I marched my way over to Vincent's room, intent on telling him that his ceiling was the most annoying thing in the world, and asking to borrow his hair dryer - because I was certain that he totally had one.

"Hey, Vince?" I called out, not bothering to knock on the door and opening it regardless. He mumbled something in his sleep - I don't even know what that mess of sounds was - before I called out his name again and he opened his eyes, the red glowing ever so slightly in the dark. Not like a T.V standby light and irritating, but a very faint glow that just made the colour stand out from the inky blackness and shone with a gleam that was purely Vincent. Actually, it was sexy more than anything. There's no need to pretend like I cared for any other reason.

"Yuffie."

"Yeah, hey - look, your ceiling has a huge hole in it." I said quickly, watching as his hand reached out and pulled on the switch for his bedside lamp. "Yeah, I totally just got rained on. And can I borrow your-"

"Yuffie." He said again, standing up and looking me up and down, paying particular interest to my body, for some reason. Welcome attention, sure, but certainly new.

"Yep? What's-" I looked down my body and swore, loudly - very, very loudly - in my head. My clothes, all two square centimetres of material that they were, were clinging very, very tightly to my body, and my top - the sad old top it was - was just see through enough to be revealing of all that needed to be. I felt a slight blush flame over my body, and my eyes widened, but other than that I kept it as cool as you can when you're accidentally kinda naked.

"Yeah, I really need that hair dryer." I mumbled to myself, averting my eyes from him and moving my hands to cover as much as possible. "Hey, can you turn the light off? It's kinda embarrassing."

"I'd prefer the light on." He said stoically, raking his eyes over me once more, suggestively. It was then that I realised what he was wearing; not much, to spare you the details.

"Oh... Ooh." I stepped closer to him, putting my palms on his chest, warming the freezing flesh. "Hey, Vinnie, can you warm me up?" I asked, a coy smirk on my lips.

"Certainly."

"Tell me, how?"

"I'd rather show you." He said, plainly, bluntly, with a husky voice full of all the hunger I needed.

'Oh screw it - your ceiling can wait' I thought, and I gave up in defeat, and gave in to him, his heat and his body.

Somehow, that hole in the ceiling went unnoticed for days. And when I finally did return to Edge, a great deal later than expected, and I gave Tifa the full run down - she'd been every shade of red and was currently stark white. I gave her a good three minutes to start functioning again.

And that, kids, is how I discovered exactly what Vincent Valentine, the monster, the hero, the gunslinger, likes.

I'm sorry, but it's so fun to write like this! Makes me laugh and, well, we all need a bit of that once in a while, don't we? So please, if you liked then review, follow for updates, and I'll see you later. Thanks!