A/N: Well, here's chapter 2. Nothing much to write here since I'm dead tired except for the fact that I don't own FFVII or anything mentioned in here that doesn't belong to me. THE END

A shrill beep began to make a steady beat at 7:30 in the morning, and a hand quickly smashed down the snooze button before the body attached to the hand began to rise. A head rose from underneath the blankets, covered in long, thick, and knotted ebony hair. A shirtless man flopped from the bed and onto the floor and stumbled into the bathroom, mumbling questions as to why he was up so early. Five minutes later he emerged from the bathroom shaven, cleaned, and much more alert than he was prior to his 'refreshing moment'. Sadly, he wasn't as aware as usual, and as his alarm started beeping again, he freaked, picked it up, yanked it out the wall, and lobbed it out the window with all his strength. And suddenly, a thought struck his sleepy head.

'I'm going to regret that when I'm fully awake.'

            Walking to his small apartment kitchen, he started walking around trying to find one of those glorious packets of Instant Coffee. To his shock, there was none. Apparently he used the last one to keep himself up to read the seven chapters of 'Bleeding Roses'. He uttered a small curse, pulled on some decent clothes, and walked out the house. At least he was a regular at the 7th Heaven Café, so his friend Tifa, the head waitress and owner, would get him a decent cup of coffee.

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"Hello and welcome to the 7th Heaven Café. How may I help you s—Oh…Hi Vincent. Need coffee? You look like it. Here, sit here and I'll be right back. Two creams and a sugar right?" The constant questions that Tifa was giving him, combined with his coffee-deprived self just caused him to look at her blankly and nod. Then she shoved him into a booth and stalked off in all her waitress glory. Vincent felt himself collapse on the table for a good solid three minutes or so, when steaming hot cup of coffee was placed in front of him, and a pair of wine colored eyes peered into his from across the table. Vincent idly wondered when she had sat down before picking up and taking a long gulp of his Cup-Of-Joe, halfway burning himself in the process.

"So, did you here that I'm giving the place up so that Yuffie Kisaragi can do her book signing here?" Tifa asked, watching in mild amusement as Vincent tried to gulp down the caffeine-filled drink without 'burning the shit out of himself'. He paused long enough to answer her.

"Yeah, she's one of my favorite authoresses so technically, that's what I'm here for. Say, how did she end up renting out a place like this?" He asked his question and immediately went back to his cooling coffee.

"Oh, that Kisaragi and I go wwaayy back. We've been best friends for I don't know how long. Funny, I don't know how you never saw her. She's here all the time. Although I'm not surprised you didn't see her as she usually just keeps to the shadows…" Tifa trailed off in thought while Vincent sat there wide-eyed.

"You are best friends with my FAVORITE authoress and you NEVER told me. Tifa, I'm hurt." Vincent put his hand up to his face dramatically in mock-sadness. Tifa looked just as surprised as he had a moment ago.

"You never told me that Yuffie was your favorite author. I could have interested you two in a heartbeat, and maybe you could…"Tifa once again trailed of and fell into a fit of giggles. Vincent, knowing Tifa well enough knew what this meant.

"You know, Tifa. You have bad habit of trying to set people up with other people." He said in annoyance, and went back to his coffee that cooled to the perfect temperature. Tifa giggled even harder.

"Vincent, you should know by now that I'm the Love Goddess. Why, I was probably blessed by Aphrodite herself just so that I could set people up. I mean I did set up half of this damn café with their soul mates. So why not trust me now?" Vincent had to admit, she did have a point. More people walked in here sad and lonely and walked out happy and coupled than a church.

"Ok, so I admire her for her work, but what if she doesn't admire me for anything and she hated my guts. I mean I work as a fucking Doctor. What's sexy about hacking at someone's limbs while they're drugged on morphine?" Even if Vincent hadn't meant for there to be an underlying message, there was, and Tifa picked up like a Bloodhound on a scent.

"Ohh…so you DO like her… and your just worried that she won't like you if she met you. Well don't worry about that. That's what Auntie Tifa is for. And don't worry; Yuffie's a little…different. So I'm sure that she'll find something incredibly sexy about a man leaving a room dressed in white and covered in blood. And if push comes to shove, you can be a muse for some of those depressing stories she writes. Nothing fuels angst like watching a leg being sawn off first-hand." Vincent, despite himself, had to chuckle at this. If he could write for beans, then he was sure that the product would have come out pretty angsty as well when you see a man come in with a left leg completely ridden with gangrene. Either that or he would write complete humor from watching things like men coming in with various strange elements plaguing their…ahem...testicles.*

"Ahhh yes, speak of the devil. Here comes Ms. Celebrity herself." Just as Tifa said this, the door opened, and in walked Yuffie in all her Gothyness glory. She had chosen a short, black pleated skirt with safety pins around it, and long sleeved black shirt whit bondage straps attached to the sleeves. As shoes, she chose tall black boots that had a zipper up the side, yet laced and buckled up. And of course, her signature swirling, black eye make-up was in place. Tifa stood up from the booth and went over to greet her, wrapping her arms around Yuffie in a giant hug. Yuffie reciprocated until she made a squeaking noise indicating that breathing was becoming a challenge. Vincent shrunk into the corner of the booth and finished off the last off his coffee. He could vaguely hear the conversation going on between the two girls.

"How are you doing? Got a boyfriend yet? How are your books coming along? What's going on with you these days, I hardly get to see you around here because you work so hard!" Of course, the barrage of questions came from Tifa.

"I'm doing good. Artemis says hi**. Nope, I'm still free as a bird (Vincent got a bit happier at that). My books are all good. Just trying to get the right inspiration. Pirates of the Caribbean only worked for three chapters. I've just basically been sitting around brooding, trying to get inspiration, cooking, and writing. Not much more than that. Oh yeah, and I went out raving last week so you should be happy for me." Yuffie answered all this fluidly as if she had been answering Tifa's multi-question challenges all her life. And as far as Vincent knew, she had.

"Oh yes, there's someone I want you to meet. He's a fellow little friend I've met who's a huge fan of you. He's a little gothy too, but everyone has a little gothic in them. They just need to read a little of Mr. Poe to truly bring them out. VINCENT! Get over here, that Kisaragi is here." Vincent shyly got out of his seat; the better part of the café was already watching him. Walking over to her, he could feel her looking at what he was wearing. He was wearing a loose black shirt with the first button undone, a pair of baggy black pants with glow-in-the-dark rims around the pockets, and combat boots. She extended a hand to him, which she shook a bit too enthusiastically.

"Thank you so much for reading my books. It makes me so happy to know that people actually read those pieces of crap." Yuffie blurted, a bit of red hinting her cheeks. Vincent stared at her.

"I don't think your books are crap. In fact, 'Bleeding Roses' is probably the best book I've ever read." Vincent said surely.

"Y-you really mean that?" Yuffie stuttered. Vincent nodded in quick affirmation.

"Of course. Nowhere else would I have come across the idea of that magic system you called 'materia' in the 'Final Fantasy' collection. That was pure genius.' Vincent had to stop himself before re rambled too far as he could see that Yuffie was getting redder at the moment.

Tifa smirked.

"Well, as much as I'd love to sit you both down and have you talk about everything under the sin, it is now 7:58 and you have a book signing in two minutes." Yuffie's eyes widened as she realized just what time it was.

"Oh gawd! Thanks Tif, you really saved me on this one. But you know what would save me more? A-"

"Cup of green tea," Tifa cut in. "I know you too well. So I'll be right back with it. And I think that my assistant, Tanya, has already set up your table so you're good to go."

Vincent opened his mouth.

"And before you can say anything, Vincent. Your coffees on the house. I'll get double business today so id won't really matter."

Vincent closed his mouth and Yuffie opened hers.

"And your tea's on the house as well, Yuffie. You are my guest of honor."

Yuffie closed her mouth. Tifa just smirked, grabbed Vincent's empty mug, and stalked off towards the kitchen.

"Damn…how does she do that?" They both breathed out at the same time. The looked at each other strangely for a second and a half, shrugged, and walked over to the signing table. Tifa just watched them and smirked once more. This was going to be easier than she thought.

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End of Chapter 2. YAYNESS! I'm really proud of this. The ending came out a little weird to me because my parents kicked me off the computer and I had to write it by hand, but I really like the whole body part of it. Oh yeah, and ze stars.

*-If you've ever read the Darwin awards, you'll know than some men just don't seem to take care of themselves OR their family jewels. I've read some INTERESTING stories in those books.

**- Artemis is the name of my deceased cat. I had to include him in here since I love him so much. He was pure white (interesting for a Goth to be keeping around) with baby blue eyes, and pink ears with a pink nose. He was also a shorthaired breed. I'm going to stop before I cry now….

ANYWAY~

I spent about three solid hours on this fic, so TELL ME THE FRUITS OF MY LABOUR! REVIEW! Don't be afraid, it's all good. And if you flame me, I will post them up everywhere so people can laugh at you, and I'll personally take a chapter to discuss it. If you give me constructive criticism, then I'll take it in stride and probably follow your advice. BIG DIFFERENCE!

Well, I'll see you all in Chapter 3!

Peaceout.