Alrighty then, here is chapter thirteen. My updates for this story will probably be very sporadic in the future, as I have many other things to take care of. But I promise, I take this story very seriously, so it will continue.

I am very sorry for the long wait you had to endure, but as a rule I don't write unless I have inspiration, and my inspiration struck for other stories. I have by no means forgotten the story, but I think you are worthy of a good chapter, so therefore I only write when I really, really want to, as that is the time when the chapters come out best. At least, that's what I think. Please don't kill me.

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Yuffie stared at him open mouthed. Her eyes had glazed over, and she didn't seem to be in contact with the rest of the world.

After they had found the cafeteria, and Vincent had gotten his food, they had seated themselves at a small table, and Vincent had explained the situation to her, leaving out the parts about Sephiroth. He though it would be too much at once. He had told her about Brent hitting Tifa, about Tifa running away, about Brent finding them and shooting Tifa, and how they had gotten her to the hospital.

He hadn't told her about Sephiroth, as that would be too much at once. It was still a bit much for him to cope with, but it was easier for him to accept the thought of everyone's favourite silver haired villain as good, or at least nice. Sephiroth was Lucrecia's son, and Vincent had loved her. Accepting him was the least the gun man could do for his lost love.

After ten minutes of silence, during which he ate three sandwiches and drank a cup of coffee, Vincent started to get impatient.

"Yuffie?" He ventured after a while.

"Y-yeah?" She answered, coming out of whatever daze she was in, and looking at him.

Vincent shrugged inwardly, might as well tell her, he thought.

"There's more to the story that that."

"What? There's more?" She asked in disbelief.

He was just about to tell her the rest, when Cid entered the cafeteria, along with the rest of Avalanche (not Cloud, of course). The pilot spotted them and came over.

"Hey, Vince, what's this shit about Tifa getting shot?"

"She was shot, but she will be fine."

"Well, where is she?" Red XIII asked.

"I'll take you to her room, but she is sleeping right now, so don't expect her to be up and ready to talk." Vincent said, and started towards Tifa's room.

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After a while of holding her, Sephiroth noticed Tifa's breath slowing, becoming even. She was asleep. Uncharacteristically gentle, he put her down with her head on the pillow and tucked her in again. She needed that sleep.

Standing up silently, he watched her. Her face was streaked by tears, and her long chocolate brown hair was tousled, but still she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. It was the innocence that seemed to make up her being that attracted him the most. She had seen her hometown burned to the ground, by him, she had had her father killed, by him, and the man she had loved had left her for a dead woman, which was partially his fault. Shortly, she had had one hell in life, but she still seemed innocent, something he was anything but.

In the few short weeks, he had got to know her better than he ever thought he would, and she was truly a unique person. She was caring, she was compassionate, and she was the best friend anyone could have. If it was anatomically possible at all, her heart would have been bigger than her body. He smiled slightly. They had given his wings to the wrong person; she deserved them more than he ever did.

Shaking himself out of his reverie, he walked to the door, to find Vincent and tell him everything was alright.

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"Have a seat." Vincent told his friends. As they obeyed him silently, he put a hand on his forehead, trying to gather his wayward thoughts.

"Alright, I will keep this as short as possible. It's going to be rather difficult, so listen closely." He interrupted himself. "Good God, I sound like a pre-school teacher. Anyway, I will get on with the story."

"Tifa was shot by her fiancé, who as far as I know is named Brent. The reason for the shooting was that Brent thought Tifa was cheating on him. Which if completely ludicrous to all of us who know her. Tifa was running away from Brent, as he had gone a wee bit crazy and slapped her around. I'm not sure why she didn't hit him back. As I was saying; she was running away, and Brent caught up with her shortly after I found her in the forest.

He had a gun, and being more than a little insane, he shot her. I killed him, and Tifa was brought here. She had surgery; everything is fine, end of story." He explained.

"Well, there's more to it than that. When I found her in the forest, she wasn't alone. The man that was with her there, is in there," He indicated the hospital room behind him, "You all know him. His name is-"

The door behind him opened, and a certain silver haired man stepped out.

"She's sleeping, Vincent." He said.

"- Sephiroth." Vincent finished.

Avalanche sat like petrified for a few seconds, before scrambling to their feet, yelling and drawing whatever weapons they had with them. Sephiroth nearly jumped and quickly prepared to defend himself. The rage-filled Avalanchers were only inches away from Sephiroth when the loud bellow stopped them.

"SIT DOWN!"

Everything seemed to freeze; Avalanche, only inches from Sephiroth's face, Sephiroth himself, with his arms over his head to protect himself, Vincent sitting very still in his chair. He was the one who screamed.

"Please." The dark-haired gun man added, almost as an afterthought.

Yuffie, the only one who wasn't trying to tear Sephiroth's throat out, and instead opted to head for the door with everyone's Materia, turned her head towards him, and stared. Vincent had actually lost his patience. Oh. My. God.

"Now." He ordered.

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Three hours later found them still sitting there, while Vincent was trying to explain that Sephiroth was a nice boy now, and that he wasn't going to kill them. This went on for some time, but in the end, he managed to convince them.