Body @@@@ Author's Notes @@@@: I was on the verge of just deleting this story because no one seems to like it, but I decided that I love this story and I shouldn't give a flying flip what other people think (or more likely in this cause, don't think). If you have an opinion about my story please let me know. I want to know what other people think, even if I 'm not going to stop writing. I also don't own whatever, (Square knows what belongs to them). Now for those who are still reading, ON WITH THE STORY!!!

Fire, Blood, Pain. She could see her mother running towards her from the pagoda, trying to avoid the puddles of blood constantly forming from the fallen fighters. She could see the blood on her mother's hands. It covered them. She was shouting something to her. She couldn't hear what her mother was saying over the sounds of agony rising from the streets below her. She ran to the door and tried to unbolted heavy oak and metal, but couldn't succeed being only three years old. She could hear banging on the other side of the door. She ran back to her room to see what was going on outside. On the outside of the door a group of men were running into the door with what looked to be a tree. She was told what to do if this happened, only now that it was happening she couldn't remember. She looked across the street where her mother was outnumbered by shinra troops. Now she remembered, her mother was waiting for her to come out the secret entrance.

"I'm coming Mama!" she shouted out the window before running to the shrine. She pushed the button that moved the statue of Leviathan. Quickly, she ran inside the hidden passage and hit the button on the other side to move the statue back. She ran down the stairs, past the stacks of rations and materia. When she opened the entrance out of the secret room she found her mother beside the door with a sword to her neck. "Mama!"

"Run, run to the fire cave! Shinra must not get you! Run Yuffie!" she shouted at the child before the sword slid through her neck to silence her. Yuffie couldn't move. She was frozen by fear of the man who stood in front of her. His emerald eyes glowed with a icy fire, his hair fell to his waist in silver waves. He wasn't more than sixteen, but he had the air of her father. Cold, aloof, with no time for affection. Yuffie backed away for the man as he walked closer to her. He had killed her mother. She ran from the man to the mountain trying to get away, but the man was faster than a tree year old and soon caught her under his arm.

"Retreat! I have her!" she heard him shout to his troops.

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Yuffie bolted up from her dream in a cold sweat. *Gawd why am I having this dream now? I thought I got rid of that dream when I left Godo.* she thought as she untangled herself from her sleeping bag. She looked for who was on night watch, but couldn't see anyone. *Must be Vincent.* She stood up and began to stretch her legs. She tried to push her dream to the back of her mind over and over again. *It's not a dream, though. It's a memory, your last memory of your mother. Argh! Why won't my thoughts go away! I don't want to think of this, not now. What if someone sees?* Yuffie could feel the tears begin to form her eyes. she tried to blink them away but couldn't.

Vincent watched the young ninja since the fist time she called out in her sleep. He wanted to go to her. To wake her and comfort her, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. What if she had pulled away from him? * She didn't seem to want to pull away from you in the woods yesterday. Oh, shut up, I don't need advice from you, Chaos. You keep thinking that Valentine. I will.

You are the most stubborn man I've ever bonded to. Good, now be quiet. You should at least comfort her when she's crying. * Vincent readjusted his eyes to see what Chaos saw. Sure enough the young ninja was doing her best to not cry. Vincent walked over to the girl and wrapped his arms around her.

Surprised Yuffie jerked away from him. "Vincent?" she said with question in her voice.

"You don't have to talk, just cry it out. I won't tell anyone." Yuffie stepped into Vincent's embrace and began to finally cry for her lost mother.