Disclaimer: Final Fantasy VII just isn't mine…if it was, I'd be a multi-billionaire. But I'm not.

Note: Remember, no reviews means I TAKE THE STORY DOWN!

Second Note: Yeah, this is gonna be a VinTif/Tincent/whatever you want to call it, but there might be SOME Cloti, but no Cloud kissing Tifa. It'll probably just be something light, like them missing each other, and hugging when Cloud finds Tifa, but no kissing. The kissing will, in later chapters, be only between Vincent and Tifa. What chapters, you say? You'll just have to find out…I promise it'll be sweet though.

Third Note: This is NOT a Clouffie. Yuffie's just hyper and odd that way…

Chapter 3: So Kill Me!

It wasn't a mass murderer that entered the small place, but Vincent. Tifa caught a breath of outside air, and then the door creaked close.

"Where were you, and WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?" the angry brunette demanded. "I KNOW I'm probably not supposed to be here right now!"

Vincent sighed and set a small paper bag full of food (that's why he had went out—to buy food) in the refrigerator and turned to face his captive. Red eyes met red eyes, both pairs displaying some sort of wariness.

The crimson-eyed man explained to Tifa why they were in this place, and, as he expected, the response given wasn't a happy one.

The woman's cinnamon eyes flared, fists clenched the way they were clenched before she delivered the final blow to an enemy. "Vincent," she snarled.

"Yes?" he asked. The calmness in his voice disturbed her.

"I…I could KILL you right now…!" she snapped, kicking the refrigerator. It shook, but luckily, didn't fall over.

Vincent tilted his head to one side, and reached for his Death Penalty.

Tifa gasped, thinking at first that he was going to shoot her…

…But instead, he handed the sleek black weapon to her.

"…Wh-what do you want me to do with this?" she stuttered.

"Well," Vincent sighed, the wooden floor making his metallic footsteps echo loudly as he took two steps towards her. "You said you wanted to kill me…so go ahead…kill me…"

The brunette woman gaped at the weapon in her hand and held it as she saw Vincent hold it in battle, and pointed it at him, a fierce, determined look flashing in her eye. She placed her unoccupied hand over her eyes and turned her head away, not yet pulling the trigger. Vincent gazed at her, waiting patiently.

…But she just couldn't pull the trigger. So, instead, she let her hands fall to her side, dropped the gun and kicked it so that it slid somewhat noisily to Vincent's feet. He picked it up and sheathed it in his belt.

If the man could smirk, he'd be smirking, but the demons within him didn't allow him to smirk. So instead, he asked quietly, "Why didn't you?"

"…I just can't kill someone I know," she sighed.

"You know Sephiroth…"

"Yes, but not very well. Besides, he killed my parents, burned down my hometown, killed my best friend, manipulated Cloud, and…well, you get the picture, don't you? You never really did anything that bad to me…" Tifa bit her lip, then glared. "I wouldn't have any trouble busting your head in, though," she snarled.

"Go ahead," the ex-Turk invited, his face emotionless.

Tifa took in a deep breath, and her gloved fist met harshly with the side of her captive's head multiple times.

No one really knew what to say to Cloud. No words seemed comforting enough, and watching him sit on his navy-blue couch/bed all day sulking didn't bring much cheer to his team members, either. Even his normally sharp, spiky blonde hair seemed to be drooping.

"Poor guy," Yuffie muttered sympathetically as she peeked through the keyhole. "He hasn't moved…"

"How long has he been in there, anyway?" Red asked gruffly, trotting up to meet his braid-obsessed friend. As he expected, her fingers attacked his main once again, but he was getting used to it by now. They just shake out since she doesn't have any rubber bands, anyway, the red beast thought.

"Twenty four damn hours," Barret said, shrugging. "Jes' leave his spiky ass alone and he'll come back out eventually."

"Aren't you worried about Tifa?" Red asked.

Barret blinked. "Damn! After about a year of workin' with her, I think I'd be able to tell she can kick anyone's ass if she damn well felt like it!" He stomped out of the hallway, then looked briefly over his shoulder at the ninja and one-eyed dog. "By the way, yer ?$#& breakfast is waitin'!" With that, he went to join Cid, his new cursing buddy, in the lobby.

Red blinked with his good eye and looked at Yuffie. "Are you coming down?"

"I'll meet ya there," the ninja said.

"Okay." With that, he trotted off to where Cid and Barret were.

Yuffie peeked through the keyhole again, ran down to where breakfast was being served, piled a bunch of doughnuts hastily onto a bright blue paper plate, and trotted back up to Cloud's room.

"Doughnuts!" she said happily, shoving the plate into his lap after she forcefully opened the heavy oaken door.

The depressed former Soldier glanced up, and though the rest of his body (right down to his hair) displayed his sorrow, his brilliant blue-green eyes remained relatively emotionless, though there was a flash missing from them.

When he didn't respond, Yuffie practically forced a doughnut into his mouth. "Eat! You're not gonna become one of those anorexic people!"

Cloud swallowed the sugary baked good and wiped the crumbs off of his mouth with the back of his glove, setting the obnoxiously blue paper plate onto the dark red table beside him. "Thanks," he grumbled, his usually confident voice barely audible.

"Y'know," Yuffie observed, sitting next to her leader on the couch. "You're too depressed! And you blame EVERYTHING on yourself! It ain't yer fault!"

Cloud sighed, shaking his head. "I already lost Aeris, and I can't lose Tifa."

"But the note itself said that he wouldn't kill Tifa!" the dark-haired ninja said, exasperated.

"Notes can lie," Cloud breathed.

Yuffie scowled. "Oh SURE! Care this much about those two! But if somethin' happened to the REST of us, guess who wouldn't give a damn! YOU!"

The blonde man raised his eyebrows. "I'd care, as long as the one missing didn't capture, hurt, rape, murder, or otherwise violate a fellow team member."

Yuffie grinned. "I KNEW you weren't an idiot!" she squealed, flinging her arms around his neck. Cloud cringed and pried her off.

"We're gonna leave to search for her tomorrow, because today we need to rest up and stuff. Go tell the others," he said, the confident tone of voice emerging again when he spoke.

Yuffie stuffed a doughnut into her mouth. "Yeth thir!" she said, saluting.

Cloud wandered over to the window and gazed out into the distance. The clear, tranquil blue sky seemed to mock his sorrow, and he clenched his fists.

"Tifa…"

After many painful minutes of getting his head beat, Vincent sat down on the couch, his natural hand pressed against a spot where he had started to bleed.

"Did you get the message?" Tifa snapped.

Vincent nodded, and sighed. "Yes, I understand that you are a very angry woman right now."

"…I didn't mean to make you bleed though," she whispered apologetically.

"No permanent harm done…besides, that may be the only time I'll allow you to do such a thing. If you attack me again, I will fight back," the crimson-eyed man said warningly.

"…You LET me attack you…"

"Yes. As I said, that may be the only time," Vincent grumbled.

Tifa shook her head and stared up at the drab ceiling. This just didn't seem real…

Yumesuta: Yay, a fast update! Well, I hope you liked it…read my author's notes at the beginning, please, if you want any confusion to be cleared up! Or you can ask questions in your reviews. Which reminds me…REVIEW!