A Month For Each Seed
By Faronon Star Wolf
Author's Notes: Inspired by a pomegranate. I'm not kidding.
"Vinnie, please!" Yuffie paused, then decided that wasn't good enough to get through Vincent's shell. "Please, pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease!"
He sighed. "Why are you so determined on the topic of one little fruit?" Yuffie grinned. She had him.
"Because they're good!" And, just because she never did anything by halves, she continued. "Pleasepleasepleaseplease--"
"Fine!" She grinned even more - not only had she gotten him to give in, she'd also gotten more than a monotone reply.
So maybe annoyance wasn't the best emotion he could have shown, but at least he'd shown something. There was hope for him yet.
So, Yuffie skipped over to the small display of red fruit, and set herself to picking out a good one. Vincent waited patiently (or maybe not, who knew with him?) as she rolled each one over in her hands and then discarded it.
Finally finding one that met her high standards, she skipped back over to his side, grinning cheekily at him. The rest of the shopping trip went without anything more of note, and as soon as the gil had changed hands, she had cut into it. Walking back towards Tifa's bar, she began eating the seeds with pleasure, enjoying one of the things she missed the most about being out and about in the world.
Finally she noticed that Vincent was watching her with an expression on his face that she couldn't quite figure out, and she self-consiously wiped one hand over her mouth. "Um... want some?" Yuffie asked, holding out one hand, the seeds sitting on her red-stained palm, bright crimson.
He looked at them for a moment before reaching out and taking them, the tips of his human fingers brushing her palm. She watched as he ate them, and the memory of that old myth, followed by a pleased thought -- he's mine, a month for each seed -- and smiled at him brilliantly when he looked back at her.