A/N: Er…I think I turned the last chapter into a mushy OOC fest, didn't I? I'm sorry. Hmm…nothing to say really. I guess I'll get started then. flips through pages Now...where'd I leave off? Oh, okay, got it. Hmm…I was thinking today…about the Gundam Series. G Wing has to be my favorite, but because of Invoke (and my undying love for all things T.M. Revolution... but we won't get into that, now shall we?) I'd have to pick Seed as the one with the best music…..er…that was random. Again.

SUMMARY: Will Yuffie ever wake up? Will Vinnie realize his feelings? Will we find out what exactly happened between Cloud and Tifa! Gasp! Is this the end of the fanfic? Unfortunately, the answer to most of these questions, and many others, is most likely no.

PS: ….I only answered one in this chapter. oops. This was the second half of the last chapter, what was going to be added in..but wasn't. Forgive me! The real part 5 should be out….probably in two weeks or so. Um..well, it'll be part 6 I guess..but still.

WARNING-Starting on the 11th of March, you will no longer see Scarlet Valentine on I will be taking the story down, not permanently of course, to completely fix the plot holes, and also add the much needed clarification and detail that were left out during the 10-25th chapters. Please, be patient. Thank you very much for reading it so far, and look for it on the 25th.((This warning will be posted on SV as well as on my profile))

PS: anyone seen Avatar: The Last Air Bender? It's so cute! Eee! Yes, I still watch Nickelodeon. DANNY PHANTOM ROCKS! Hehehe, I'm a dork! Yip Yip!

Reviewer Responses (Because someone out there loves me!…wow more reviews than normal! Yay! Short and Sweet- Gotta get to the story, yep yep.):

Windkitsune21 Wow a completely new reviewer! Thank you very much for reviewing, and hehe, I'm glad you like it. I must continue? I suppose I shall! I think you did a good job as well on your fanfic! Keep it up!

Griever Weapon…you got problems. Not so many update things please, they make the window stretch on forever. But that's okay, I guess. Thank you very much for the review. I have updated!

Emri Good point, I don't know where it went…I'll er….say something about it in this chapter.. Hmm..

Ruri-sugar I believe you are right about your assumption. Hehehe, Tifa didn't get courage, but Cloud sure did-er…thank you very much for your review!

Noriko Hahaha, I'm sorry I made you sick…oh I'm singing to Madonna right now…"I made it through the wilderness…somehow I made it throu-"…er…sorry.

Yuffie Kisaragi2 Okie dokie, I'm working as hard as I can to update asap!

NeonRaine Thanks for your compliment, and what I mean by what I said is that Fujin says the same thing most of the time XD!

Neko-Yuff16 Hahaha, I do! I know it was cool (shameless), actually, I'm just kidding. I'm a HUGE cloti fan, and…Aeris is okay if she's paired with Sephy-kun…but yeah she bugs me too. Sometimes. When fanfic authors make her buggy and stuff.

Eternalstar180 I should? Thanks for the compliments, hehe, I'm so embarrassed. Eeep! Now, why would I let the yuffster die?

"We swore one day to build the future with our own hands,
At any cost, on this planet, no matter where on it you are,
And now the two of us stand with pained eyes and glances diverted,
But I believe we'll be able to meet again..."

(Nami Tamaki-Believe ((Yes, I do like that song))

Part 11

8:23 a.m. Midgar Ruins Fifth Plate, Upper Level. ShinRa Bar. 2nd Floor, Guestroom 102-A.

The harsh sound of ragged breathing filled the tiny, sorrowfully empty room. Sunlight filtered through the lacy curtains, sprinkling its fake cheer through the brightened space, doing nothing to abate the permeating feeling of worry and sickness. Flowers set in their water filled vases adorned an intricate, meticulously carved and glossed wooden bedside table, filling the room with their ornate and unique colors. The wallpaper was washed in shadow and light, tiny, cream colored 'flowers' dipping their way across the fading gray paper. The carpet was prim and soft and very, very white, a small reddish black dark discoloration near the bed, otherwise scrubbed, washed, and otherwise cleaned, like the rest of the room, to perfection. Beneath the bed, the dull gleam of a copper claw could be seen, poking from beneath the sheets as if it were a child playing a game of hide and go seek.

A large dresser, carved of the same dark oak as the bedside table stood near an arched doorway that led to a bathroom, a closet on the side across from the window. Next to it, a white washed door, closed, its brassy shined handle gleaming as the morning sun danced upon its metallic surface. Beside the bed two chairs, sat, both lined with soft, red cloth and cushioned to make sitting an easier job on the inhabitant. The chair closest to the headboard, near a light switch that turned on a lamp that only faintly glowed (for 'romantic atmosphere' it was said), was weighted down by an inhabitant. This person was not the one who made the slightly annoying raspy sounds, but lay quietly, head near the pillow of the noise offender. Upon the smooth white sheets of the bed, a young teenage lady lay, lips slightly parted, breathing. In and out, in and out, the same pattern, hundreds of times an hour, thousands or millions of times per day, in and out, in and out in that same, ancient as time itself, pattern. It was maddening.

Suddenly, the girl let out a cough, startling the male figure swathed in red cloth, causing him to lurch upwards, immediately alert. Noting after a few moments that it was only his sleeping companion, Vincent Valentine slid back down to sit upon his cushioned chair, eyes fixed on the sleeping girls face. "Yuffie.." She had still not awoken. Each day they brought fresh flowers. Each day the family of the boy would visit, bringing with them another vase filled with exotic, rich scented flowers only grown in Midgar, praying for her before giving the stoic man a sad look and a whispered apology. So far, sitting upon the bedside table, eight glass vases were placed, each filled with glittering, glistening clear water and freshly cut flowers. Vincents eyes closed as he rubbed the bridge of his nose, sighing gently, the thoughts of the first day's visit running through his mind accompanied by a now familiar

(Flashback)

"Mister Valentine…I came to say hello to miss Yuffie today. Is she awake yet?" The little boy's arms were wrapped around a rather large flower filled glass vase, hand blown with great skill and glisteningly clear, scrubbed to perfection, and he looked as if he was about to drop it with each step he took towards the bed. "…" came Vincents silent reply as he merely took the flower container gently from the child's thin, small arms, and walked towards the unconscious girl, setting it upon the bedside table with great care. "..I'm afraid not. Not yet. I'm sorry." Tifa said gently, raising a hand to push a stray lock of hair behind her ear, standing near the ninja, eyes worry filled and exhausted. With a dejected nod of his tiny head, the boy spoke quietly, his voice filled with disappointment.

"Oh..okay. Can you tell her, for me, that when she wakes up, if I'm not there, that I wanna play with her? She seemed real nice, you know." His mother called from the doorway, too frightened of the wrath of Vincent Valentine that could be brought upon her for letting their team mate end up in such a bad way. "Come now, let us not disturb them any longer. Miss Yuffie needs her rest Cris, okay? Besides, we need to meet with Grandma soon, it's almost lunch time." The boy nodded, but before running into his mothers arms to be carried outside into the ruined city, Cris wrapped his tiny, chubby arms about Vincents slender legs, nuzzling the soft cloth. Shocked, the silent gunman did nothing to stop him, but merely stared down over the collar of the cape with slightly curious red eyes, their fiery glow somehow sad, and yet filled with compassion for the small boy.

"Before me and momma go, I was 'posed to thank you for saving me yesterdays, Mister Valentine. I forgot to tell you then, cause I was so scared and wet and stuff. When Miss Yuffie wakes up, I want to tell her thank you too. Would you be mad if I came back to visit? Or, is it okay that I come? I really, really want to tell her thank you." He merely nodded, the ebony hair falling about his face as he reached down, picking the child up. As he carried the child to his mother, he whispered, "I am sure she wants to hear it too, so make sure you come back and tell her." Smiling with pure glee, the boy clapped his arms about Vincents neck, hugging tightly. He handed Cris to his mother, who gave him a short bow and quickly made an exit, chiding her son softly.

Tifa placed a hand upon her companions shoulder, worried. Vincent stood there, head bowed, hands fisted, slightly trembling. "I'm…fine. Go Tifa, and tell those who are leaving that I give them my goodbyes. For now, I am staying here." She gave him a warm, understanding smile, patting his shoulder briefly. "Of course. I know what you mean, Vincent. She appreciates it, more than you know…I'd better go now, you look exhausted." Tifa could sense the inner turmoil, and being the kind of person who wont pry into others business, she left him be. "I'm going to see Cid, Barret and Marlene off… I don't know if Nanaki is leaving yet, but I'll tell them you said 'goodbye.'…oh yeah…and, Vincent, try to get some rest." Vincent nodded quietly. With one last worried glance at the girl who lay so still upon the bed, the woman exited, pulling the door shut behind her. The audible click stirred Vincent from his thoughts, and with a small sigh, he returned to the chair, sitting down with yet another sigh.

(Flashback-End)

Vincent was torn from his thoughts as Yuffie let out another racking cough, lurching upwards to cover her lips, her body crouched over on the bed. Her hair had fallen forward, covering her eyes and face as she coughed, and she had pulled her legs towards her chest a fraction. One of Clouds oversized white t-shirts covered her tiny upper frame, disappearing beneath the blankets, the sleeves reaching almost to her elbows, being thrown every which way as she coughed. "Yuffie-" The fit continued for a few more moments, before it subsided, the young woman's shoulders shaking as she drew in long deep breaths. "-wheeze- ugh…. -cough-…oh god.. I feel like I've just been…-cough cough- ran over…" His eyes widened, and without thinking, Vincents hand shot out to grasp her shoulder. "Yuffie!" Her head turned, silky smooth hair falling away from the pale face. Staring at him, with large, wide, stormy eyes, Yuffie let out a soft gasp as her shudders ceased and her eyes cleared, recognizing her companion. "Vincent…"

With tears in her eyes, she turned her face, ashamed for anyone to see her in such a condition. "…sorry." Shocked, Yuffie merely trembled, raising her head a bit in surprise. The hand that gripped her shoulder gently forced her around, another placing itself upon her other bony appendage, holding her effectively in place. Yuffie could not have fought it even if she had wanted, the weakness of her still healing injury and eight days of doing nothing still causing her to fight with consciousness. Still, that word was so uncharacteristically Vincent like, that she could not even keep her face from his, could not even lower it that fraction that it would take, and instead found herself staring into those vibrant red eyes. Blinking, she grasped feebly in her mind for words, and could come up with nothing more than a sputter and a "Wha-what was that?" Smiling beneath the corner of his cape, careful to not let it reflect in his gaze, Vincent replied in his stern voice, "I said, I am sorry Yuffie Kisaragi, for letting you come to such a pitiful state."

Nodding dumbly, Yuffie sat like a stone, eyes widening at his apology. "Um…" He resisted the, again, very un-Vincenty urge to laugh (giddy as he was deep within his soul that she had finally woken from the long slumber, effectively rejoining the land of the living), and merely stared back, loosening his grip a bit. Fiddling with a bit of fluff on her blanket, Yuffie looked down, intent on the ball of lint that for some reason, she just couldn't grip between her fingers long enough to remove. "Er…You-You're forgiven?" A faint shift, and the feeling of his fingers slowly pulling back, was the only reply to the response she had given. Her shoulders felt cold and her soul empty as he withdrew, leaving her alone. Suddenly, the sound of cloth rustling and a few metallic clicks drew her gaze.

Part 12

11:43 a.m. Midgar Ruins Fifth Plate, Upper Level. ShinRa Bar. 1st Floor, Bar

"Cloud…how much longer do you think she'll sleep?" Tifa said, leaning back against the thick leather of the couch seat. He sat beside her, one arm draped about her shoulders, the other resting upon his knee. Shifting slightly, Cloud brought her closer to his side, arms banding tightly about her. With the red velvet curtains drawn, the ruined city was visible, thick pillowed clouds of white and gray, blocking out the warming rays of the noon sun."Tifa, she'll wake soon, I can feel it. Don't worry so much, please." She smiled, lips thin, a strained expression upon her face. "I can't help it…" she whispered, eyes widening as a few fat flakes of powdered white suddenly drifted past the window.

"Snow!" momentarily forgetting the pain that had echoed deep within her mind, Tifa pushed from his arms and walked quickly towards the window, placing her face close and her fingers upon the cool glass.She wore a thick sweater, for the temperature had dropped a bit since the inncident. Plush and thick, the turtle necked, dark, royal purple cloth hugged her figure, emphasizing her womanly curves as it traced a path towards the jeans someone had lent her. Behind her, Cloud slowly rose to his feet, dressed in a thick black sweater and black jeans. Padding towards her, bare feet silent on the plush carpet, he took a closer look outside. "That really is-"

"It's snowing…Here…in Midgar. It's never snowed here before…" Eyes sliding to half-mast, Tifa watched the snow fall, faster and faster, hundreds of flakes, each melting as it plopped down upon a warmer object. It was to warm outside. "It's not going to stick…" Nothing ever stayed. Lives never stayed, they were a brief glimmer of beauty, there one moment, gone the next. Like snow…

A/N: Um...this was a kind of confusing chapter. I'm sorry. Forgive me! I know it's short too, but like I said, it's a continuation!