Na: I started this fic like 3 years ago, I just found it like 5 days ago. I only got up to chapter 5. Soooo... I'm going to release one of hte 5 chapter every five days, and the rest as i write them up.
I'd have to say that of the 5 chapters I have, this is my least favorite chapter. Boring and so like the game.

THE FLOW OF NIGHT
Yuffie awoke, and was greeted by darkness... She tried to ignore the loneliness but she didn't need to for long. The darkness spied on her, it watched her, questioned her. The darkness and all the dead souls it encompassed was Yuffie's relentless inquisitor.

Why am I here?.. I chose to come! I can't just leave him, I couldn't.

I DON'T CARE THAT HES HALF DEMON! It's not his fault!

I didn't know he did that... Stop it! Stop saying that, it's not him!

It can't be him, no no you're wrong! That's not the Vincent I know.

Why did I come? Because he is my friend and I care about him!

She could feel the darkness close in on her, feel its hatred in its freezing touch. But from somewhere she felt two spots of warmth that quickly communicated similar thoughts to her. "Don't worry" Yuffie whispered softly, "I'll let him know you love him, and that you're sorry you can't be there with him." Suddenly the heat began to permeate, and spread, and all the other voices seemed to die out. At last there was only Yuffie and the warmth, followed by a quick shock.

Suddenly she woke up with a scare, the darkness what was once feeding on her pushing into her was replaced with the faint luminescence of some fluorescent light bulbs. There she was, in what seemed to be the President Shinra's office. Sitting in her nice plush chair staring out. Out to 4 sliding doors, each one occupied with a figure with their backs to her. Each one staring out into whatever facet of his life they were from. She knew the general story from Tifa, but she had no clue what she was there to do. She gently ran her hand over the marble desk as she pondered the question.

As if on cue: "To help him deal with the ongoing mistake that is his existence." Yuffie turned to see a relatively young man, no more than 30 years of age walked out from the side of the room and stand directly in front of her on the opposite side of the table, eyes closed. He was Vincent's height, brown disheveled hair, wearing black lace up shoes, white slacks, a black belt and a white Polo style shirt. He put his palms down on the table, opened his eyes and stared into Yuffie, his red eyes glinting in the faint light. She stared right back, and saw exactly what she was expecting. Felt as if the lights dimmed, the colors of his shirt and pants with it, suddenly a flash and the figure was replaced with a demon gently hovering in space, black wingspan and skin, 2 large horns, and Arms that extended into claws which continued into long talons. In this man's eyes, she saw Chaos. Suddenly she flinched and blinked her eyes; again the man in white stood in front of her, leaning on the table, a grin stretching halfway across his face. "Now that we've been introduced," he began. "You can start on what you were sent here to do. Ease his guilt trip and return us all to the surface."

"You seem to know what we're doing, why don't you go alone?"

"Vincent would never accept what I had to say, no. The only way to snap him out of this if someone he cared for, who he honestly believed cared for him, were to tell him from her own mouth. But remember, all you have to do is ease his pain. You don't have to make him feel better about it. Easing is enough to get us out of here. Nothing more. You can start with the first door on you left."

Yuffie just stared at him. "How did you get stuck inside Vinny in the first place?"

"Once I was trapped inside a materia. Now I'm trapped in this weak shell of a being."

"Careful, if Vincent hears what you've been saying about him behind his back he could get really pi-issued," she teased back as she jumped out of the chair and began walking towards the first opening on the left. "Shouldn't there be a version of Vinny here to talk to me as well?"

"As it is, his mind is a bit preoccupied. Yes usually he would also be here, but I'm sure he'll be able to return a bit later."

Glancing inside the doorway, she saw a small boy, his back towards her, sitting on a small crate between two houses, staring out between them. As she stepped through the doorway, the door, on its own, closed.

A slightly miffed Chaos sat down in one of the guest chairs in front of the giant marble desk. Putting his feet up on the desk, he closed his eyes and thought to himself: "that girl could ruin all my plans... with her I could remain trapped in this shell.. Without her I almost certainly face and eternity trapped in this room with Vincent floating about the life-stream... Decisions... Decisions... Decisions..."

Na: I'll get around to explaining the Materia comment later… This one is really short. But I'll try to make the rest about as long as the first.