AU fic. Yuffie is a depressed writer who writes equally depressing stories. Vincent is her number one fan. At a book signing, they meet, and love blossoms.

So yeah…I got this inspiration when I was…sitting in my room listening to…weird music. And a very good song called 'So, Ha'. I am now addicted to that song. Anyway, I got inspiration for this like a kick in the ass and I couldn't help but not write it. I mean, how many times do you get the chance to make Yuffie a Goth. She'll be JUST like me now ^^ *grins*. I'm stupid, I know, but I love it.

Oh yesss…and before I forget:

Disclaimer: I own everything in this fic…*sees Mr. Lawsuit Man coming up to her* In reality, it means that I don't own Final Fantasy VII or Internet Explorer…or Palm Pilot…or Live Journals…or Pirates of the Caribbean…but I had to add that in SOMEWHERE!

Also, I want to thank my beta reader for the first five chapters, Hanna_Kaptens!

Let's please all thank her for making sure that these first five chapters that I put out don't look like living crap!

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"He ravished her body, eliciting a moan of hate and lust from the young girl. The tears streamed down her face as the man continued to fondle her. Such ill fate for such a beautiful flower…."

Vincent placed the book down in complete awe. He didn't know how someone could think up such a depressing, yet beautiful story, but it had been done, and he loved it. Vincent picked up the book once more as he began to read again.

"Her shackles rattled like the frail beat of her heart, fluttering against her chest. The man's left hand reached lower and another moan bubbled from her throat against her will. So this was what rape was. A mix between shame, lust, and fear. As the tears rolled down the young woman's face, the man grinned a sickening grin. It was then where cold realization sunk in. There would be no dazzling hero to save her before her purity was taken. Closing her eyes, she sat there, being completely violated, and cried."

            Vincent had been reading that all night and had gone through seven chapters like they were nothing, yet his eyes were feeling the strain, and he was forced to put the book down. He could afford to take a break from reading. It wasn't as if it was his first time reading that book.  Sticking in the bookmark, he looked at the back cover. On it was a picture of the authoress, Yuffie Kisaragi. She was rather beautiful, if Vincent had any say in it. She had short hair in a bob cut that was pulled back with a black bandanna. The bandanna had silver Celtic symbols stitched onto it like flames, and her eyes were adorned with swirling black eyeliner. A gothic girl if Vincent had ever seen one.  Reading her bio, it stated that she lived in New York City, that she took various forms of martial arts, and that she was of Chinese heritage, as well as other trivial things. Vincent, also a citizen of New York City, suddenly felt very compelled to meet her.

            Reading on in her short biography, it also said that she had an online journal that she wrote in to let people keep track of book progress, book signings, and her usual hang out spots. Vincent, intrigued, clicked onto Internet Explorer and typed in the web address, bringing him instantly to the page.

            The piano instrumental of the Titanic theme immediately started playing to match the black and white theme of her journal. Vincent moved his mouse to click 'newest entry' and read:

" 'Allo Poppits. Ha, I just saw Pirates of the Caribbean: The Black Pearl, and I just got a good old inspiration boost. This Kisaragi will be busy with her newest book "Midnight Waltzing". It is about a woman named Aeris who is to be murdered by a man named Sephiroth, and he almost succeeds, but fails to when he falls in love with her. Yes, I know, cliché, but this Kisaragi shall make it so it's NOT a cliché. I'm good like that :-D But…on another note, I'm going to have a book signing for my book "Bleeding Roses". It's going to be in New York City (My hometown...for once. I had to travel all the way to Washington once. And NOT D.C) and I will be signing in the 7th Heaven Café. Hope to see my readers there, because it makes me happy to know that people actually read my books. Oh yeah, and before this Kisaragi forgets, it's going to be on Sunday, August 10, 2003 (Date for all you…wanderers out there) from 8:00 to 3:00 (psh…I have nothing better to do with my life). So yeah, be there or be triangle. This Kisaragi shall now go get some instant ramen, so I'll see who turns up.

P.S: If anyone wants to talk to me, just ask me. I'm not that crazy ^^;;

Vincent signed off of Internet Explorer and checked his Palm Pilot for the date. There was no way on Earth that he would miss this. Clicking on the section that said 'date', it flashed "Saturday, August 9, 2003.

"Aww shit," Vincent swore. It was already 12:30 at night. If he didn't get to bed right away, he'd probably sleep until two o' clock in the afternoon. Shutting his computer and his palm pilot off, he trudged groggily to his bedroom and managed to set his alarm for 7:30 in the morning, before passing out on the bed.

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Chapter one is officially done. Hey, I made a rhyme :-D. Anyway, PLEASE review because I'm going to need some feedback as to how this is going. Oh yeah, and what did you think about the book pieces. Made them up at the spur of the moment. I'm writing this to take a break from my main fic "The Game Queen And Then Some: Sequel" which close to no one is reviewing, so I feel bad now. Need to get my mind off of it for a while. Oh yeah, and I'm writing another FFVII fanfic that involves a very serious game…of Twister…don't ask...Anyway, responses are always great. ^^
Peaceout all!