Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VII, its characters, or its fictional world. I just use it to make stories so that people can be happy.

Note: Sorry if any of the characters are OOC, I try to make them in character for this fic but sometimes I just slip…oh well. I'm only a middle schooler, so I'm not a very experienced fic author.

Second Note: Dialogue that is COMPLETELY in italics is conversation between Vincent and Chaos. Normal conversation looks like normal conversation.

Chapter 4: Drunk Yuffie Isn't Fun (Vincent's POV)

Light from the sun burns my eyes.

I was lucky that Tifa let me have my own room, and very grateful of the young woman for that. But bedrooms have windows, and windows give you a view of the outside, and the outside world has the sun, a menacingly bright yellow orb of fire that hangs mercilessly in the cerulean backdrop of the sky.

The beams of light from that evil sphere were running evilly across my closed eyelids. I groaned and opened them, the light stinging my crimson irises even more. Sighing, I sat up and slid off of the bed, straightening the blankets carefully as to not accidentally rip holes in the soft materials with my clawed hand.

I couldn't remember the last time I slept in an actual bed and not a coffin. It must have been before even my days as a Turk…even when I traveled the world with Cloud, when we stayed in the inns, I never actually slept. I would always lay there silently with my eyes closed, fully aware of the passing hours as my wounds from countless battles against monsters healed. Chaos would keep me awake, telling me how useless I was, telling me that I had failed in everything.

But tonight, he let me sleep. The price I had to pay was nightmares that magnified the pain of Hojo's experiments and Lucretia's death. There was also one nightmare more terrible than that. Chaos had taken me over, possessed me, and went on a rampage. I—well, it was him, but I would blame myself—slaughtered everyone I knew in painful, gory ways, except for Tifa and Yuffie. However, my worst demon had something…"special" to do to them.

That nightmare hurt me the most. The ones with Hojo and Lucretia weren't all that bad, because the events in reality had already taken place. But the last one, when Chaos took over, had not ever actually happened—thank whatever the great deity is—but could happen, and all I would be able to do is sit in the corner of my mind, watching, helplessly unable to stop. If a person was not my enemy, I did not want to hurt them. Cloud, Tifa, Yuffie, Red and the others were not my enemies. I admit to being somewhat fond of them. Therefore, I did not want them hurt in any way, shape, or form, much less killed.

The hallway did not have evil rays of light, so I decided to go walk around the rest of the bar.

No one else seemed to be awake yet, which made sense. Everyone, including me, stayed up quite late the previous night. I wondered if I was the only one awake.

"Good morning, Vincent."

I looked up, not realizing that I had made it to the main bar room.

"Good morning, Tifa," I muttered.

"Breakfast isn't ready yet, but would you like something to drink?" she offered, smiling.

I was envious of her ability to convey emotions. "No thanks. Need any help?" I asked, ignoring the perverted suggestions and dirty remarks Chaos was making about Tifa.

The brunette woman shook her head. "No, everything's under control. Besides, you're a guest."

"It doesn't seem fair for the hostess of so many guests to do all the work," I remarked, me voice—curse that voice—empty of all emotions, even though I tried.

Tifa giggled and shook her head. "You're such a sweetie, Vincent," she said, putting a pan of food in the oven. "You really don't need to help. I own a bar! I can handle doing a lot of cooking and the like."

"Consider it a break," I said, nearing the counter. "At least let me help set up the plates."

The brunette woman, still smiling a small smile, sighed in mock defeat.

Yuffie was the next person to come into the bar room. "Hiya Tifa, hi Vincent," she said, hyper as she always was. She was so hyper that I sometimes wondered if she was normal. But I knew she wasn't. No one in the group was normal. Normal people don't kill silver-haired gods to save planets unless they played a video game with that plot line.

But what video game producer could ever dream up such a plot?

The black-haired teenager ran up to the counter and sat down, talking to Tifa.

"If you won't listen to me about the older one, what about her? She's a cutie and I know you think so—it's written right here, in your mind. Come on, you worthless moron, just listen to me. No girl deserves to die as a virgin, after all, eh?" Chaos whispered, his voice full of malice. I ignored him, but that didn't make him shut up.

The group talked to each other while they ate. Occasionally, someone would say something to me and I would mutter back a reply, staring at my drink. I didn't eat breakfast—I didn't need to eat food, and I was never hungry for food. Chaos took that need away from me…at least there was one usefulness about having a demon live in your soul.

I glanced over at Yuffie. She seemed to be acting a bit odd—then I noticed what she was drinking. Alcohol. It was only wine, which was weaker than other alcoholic drinks, but she was underage.

Cloud noticed, too. "Tif, she allowed to have that?"

Tifa shrugged. "The age allowance for Midgar is sixteen and up so, yeah."

I stared at my drink for a few more minutes then decided that I had to go use the bathroom. "Be right back," I muttered, and Tifa nodded.

My trip to the bathroom was uneventful, as expected. But really, how would a trip to the bathroom be exciting at all? I washed my hands and such, then went into the hallway and accidentally bumped into something.

I looked down. "Sorry, Yuffie," I said, my voice, as usual, void of emotions.

She giggled. I could tell she was drunk. "It's okay Vinnie," she said, giggling almost hysterically, wobbling unsteadily as she stood up and took a step towards me.

"…Are you okay?" I asked.

"Never better," the teenager said in the same giggly, hysteric voice.

"Oh come on, don't pass this up! I mean, she'll wake up with a killer hangover and not even remember that you banged the lights out of her!" Chaos said with an evil grin. I ignored him, then noticed that Yuffie was close to me. Very close. There wasn't even an inch between us. She frowned and put one hand against the wall, leaning against it for support. Then she looked at me, the drunk, goofy grin reappearing on her face.

"Vinnie," she giggled, then passed out. I caught her, examining her unconscious face. Chaos was screaming at me but I didn't want to let him have his pleasure. However, it was hard to keep him from taking over.

"Shut up, Chaos," I shouted silently.

"You know you want to. For both of them," he growled back, malice in his voice.

"Er…Vincent?" I looked away from Yuffie and saw Tifa standing in the other end of the hallway, one eyebrow raised. "Something wrong?"

"No. She drank too much and passed out," I said calmly.

"Ouch. Poor thing. She's going to wake up with a killer hangover…" The brown haired woman sighed. "Here, let me take her to her room."

I handed the sleeping teenager to Tifa, Chaos screaming at me. Tifa took Yuffie and went to one of the bedrooms, then came back out, looking at me.

"So, you coming back to the bar?" she asked, as though nothing was wrong.

I nodded and followed her.

"I hate you, Chaos."

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