First of all, I want to deeply thank my first reviewer, DarkKittie3. That review meant SO much to me, and it's given me the drive to get this chapter our early. If no one but one person read one of my stories, I'd write it for that one person if I were appreciated for it. Soo, without further ado, here's theeeeeee…disclaimer.

I don't own FFVII or anything else mentioned in this fic that doesn't belong to me…err…doesn't belong to me.

I'm re-posting this because I saw WAY too many mistakes when I was reading it over.

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"Yuffie! Darling! You look wonderful!" A man shouted from the entrance of the shop, and everyone turned around to look at him, Vincent and Yuffie especially. A man in a tacky blue suit (TURKS FOREVER…Just ignore me now…) and flaming red hair waltzed into the shop and threw an arm around Yuffie, much to her disturbance. Spinning on one heel, she removed his arm from her shoulder and glared at him with as much venom as one person can muster. Mumbling something about 'beating the shit out of him if he tried that again', she sighed and turned to Vincent.

"Vincent, this is my editor Reno, Reno, this is my friend Vincent." The two men held out hands to shake, eyeing each other carefully. After about two seconds of 'hand shaking', Reno began to wince. After about four seconds, Vincent began to wince, and so on until Tifa came out and pulled them apart, talking about immature men while Yuffie merely nodded in the background. At least Vincent had the decency to look a little sheepish, while Reno just went back to his 'car salesmen attitude'.

"Well, as much as I'd like to stay for this…book signing thing…or whatever, I've got to run. So I'll see you later.  And we can discuss the next one of your books to put up on sale." And with that, he and his tacky blue suit left before anyone could do anything. Vincent stared after him like he had some kind of strange deformity.

"What is WRONG with that guy," he asked, not quite understanding why her editor was such a jackass. Yuffie just sighed again and looked towards the direction he had left.

"Well, when I made my first book, I was little strapped for cash, and he was the only person willing to do the job for the amount of money that I could give. Now, I, I'd say I'd regret this, but life's too short to sit there regretting everything you did. So, I'll just say that now I'm trying to find a new editor." Yuffie finished off and exhaled a breath. Vincent was about to open his mouth when the 7th Heaven Café's doors opened, and about ten people walked in, each carrying a copy of 'Bleeding Roses'. Yuffie immediately went to her post and Vincent stood in front of the table with his book out. Already, the line behind him was getting pretty long and Vincent was surprised. It was an amazing book. It was then where Tifa decided to cut the line so that she could give Yuffie her cup of green tea.

"One cup of green tea, prepared just the way you like it." Tifa announced. Yuffie took a small break in trying to modestly find a way to sit down in her skirt, and took a sip of the tea. Much to Tifa's delight, she smiled a very Yuffie-esque grin.

"Xie xie," Yuffie said in Mandarin Chinese, and finally sat down, smoothing out her skirt, with her mug of green tea next to her. Vincent, not knowing what she said, placed his book down in front of her and smiled. Yuffie smiled at him in return. Tifa smirked like an evil babysitter that just caught the girl and her boyfriend.

"Want me to write anything special in it?" Yuffie asked. Vincent grinned at this one.

"Write something incredibly hilarious in it." He announced. Yuffie raised an eye-brow, but began scribbling nonetheless. After a few seconds of writing, she handed his book back to him and smiled.

"I wrote something incredibly hilarious for you." She smiled as she said that and picked up her pen once more. It was then that Vincent finally got the courage to ask her the question that had been going through is mind for a while.

"Umm…I was wondering if…after this…we could…umm that is…meet somewhere for a late lunch or an early dinner?" He stuttered out, obviously not used to asking girls out. Yuffie smiled, and it seems as if the corners of her swirling black eye-makeup were smiling with her.

"I'd like that" She answered, and he scribbled down his cell phone number on a scrap piece of paper, bid her one last good-bye, and walked out of the 7th Heaven Café.

            As soon as he had gotten a fair distance away, he opened to the front cover of his book to see what she had written.

"The scientist drove into his driveway, expecting to just go home and fall asleep. It had been a tiring day. He looked out into his front yard and saw one of his experiments sitting there in the front yard with nothing but a towel on. Frustrated and aggravated, he stormed out onto the grass to get some answers.

'What are you doing here,' he shouted. The experiment looked at him blankly

'I don't know.' It answered.* The professor placed a hand to his head as he felt a migraine coming along.

'What are you WEARING under that,' he finally exclaimed. The experiment looked at him coyly.

'Practically nothing.' **

Love~ That Kisaragi aka: Yuffie K. " Next to that in loopy calligraphy was her signature and a small happy face. Vincent had to truly laugh at that, so much that the hobo that asked him for a dollar seventy-four stayed away from him. This truly was good day for Dr. Valentine.

--2:50 p.m.-- --Valentine's Apartment –

Vincent was zoned out in front of the TV (thank goodness for days off) when the familiar song of  'KRWLNG' (Gotta love Reanimation) started playing on his cell phone. Humming to it for a second, he finally picked up, still playing the song in his head.

"Hello, this is Valentine." He said formally. You never know when your co-workers decided to call you out of the blue.

"Hey Vincent, it's me Yuffie," her voice said from the other line.

"Oh, hey Yuffie, when are you going to be ready?" he asked.

"I'm just about ready, so where should I meet you?"

Vincent smiled, unbeknownst to her.

"I'll meet you there. I got reservations for somewhere cool."

"Well, that would be really out of your way to come pick me up. You don't have to tell me where, but can you at least give me somewhere close by that I can meet you?" Vincent sighed. It probably would just be easier that way since it was pretty far.

"Meet me at the entrance to the Farmer's Market in Union Square."

"Alright see you there. Bye!"

"Good-bye" And with that they both hung up. Vincent grabbed his keys, turned off the kitchen light, and walked out of his apartment. His first stop, the Flower Shop run by a young girl named Aerith. His second stop, the subway. He was going to go to Union Square because Vincent Valentine had reservations to one of the best restaurants out there. Dr. Valentine was taking that Kisaragi to Chikama.

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Ok…this chapter didn't come out as good as I wanted it to, but what can I say. At least I got it out. I have real inspiration for this story so, if all goes well, it can be finished before the school year starts for me. If all doesn't go well, then it will be done when I can get around to it.

*- This comment was gotten from my cousin

**- This comment was gotten from my bestest friend. And I think it's from Robin Hood: Men In Tights.

So yeah, I hope anyone who reads this will enjoy this. Also, I'm searching for a beta reader for this story. Most likely someone who is really FFVII oriented. That'd be awesome if someone could since I overlook a lot of things.

Oh…and as a side note…RE-ANIMATION ROCKS! It's probably my favorite out of all of Linkin Park's CD's…

Ok…now here's the REAL side note. I don't live in New York, but I do live in Connecticut, and I live 45 minutes away from New York City, which is always cool. So I think that my information is correct. But, if someone out there is a true New Yorker and I made a mistake, please tell me and I'll fix it as soon as possible. Oh yeah, and I know of Chikama being a really high-class restaurant because my sisters and I stumbled in there after walking around all day and not eating. So we went in hoping it'd be quaint and inexpensive and saw people walking in-in formal gowns. Needless to say, it was a good thing that mom gave us her credit card to pay for dinner because the bill was well over a hundred dollars.

Good night-Good Fight

R&R is always good!