Masking The Pain
Irony
An: Here it is, the last chapter
Disclaimer: I do not own FF7 or any of its characters
Vincnet walked into the large living room and sat down on the couch. Yuffie was sitting in the big red arm chair next to the fire, writing furiously on a legal pad.
"Grrrr," Yuffie growled, erasing forcifuly.
"What are you writing?" Vincent asked, not smiling but definite amusment on his face.
"A poem," Yuffie said, looking up from her work.
"About what?" Vincent asked cautiously.
"Us."
"Us?" Vincent cringed.
"Us, Avalanche, not us, you and me." Yuffie giggled.
"Oh," Vincent sighed with relief.
"Yeah," Yuffie looked down at her paper. "Erg," she yawned, "I'm tired."
"Me too," Vincent sighed.
"Vinnie!" Yuffie gasped. "You sleep? I thought you just laid in your coffin and brooded."
"Yes Yuffie, I sleep." Vincent winced, Why was he explaining this to her again?
"Just jokin' with ya Vinnie," Yuffie giggled
"Yeah, Yeah," Vincent waved it off.
"Read this Vinnie," she threw the notepad at him.
"No."
"Why," Yuffie whined.
"Because, I'm afraid of what it might say."
"Just humor me, Vincent." Yuffie pleaded.
"Fine."
Yuffie smiled at him as he read and when he looked up she laughed.
"Yuffie," Vincent's eye twitched.
Yuffie giggled, "What did you expect?"
"Honestly?"
"No," Yuffie smiled.
Yuffie had fallen asleep twenty minutes before as Vincent emerged from the basement. "Yuffie?" he said confirming that she was sleeping.
Vincent removed hes cape and draped it across her. He leaned forward to straighten it out and his hair brushed lightly across her cheek.
Yuffie stirred, "Five more minutes Vinnie."
He stroked her cheek, "Sweet dreams," then he turned off the light and went into the basement. Vincent pulled a yellow piece of paper out of his pocket. It was the "poem" that Yuffie had written but all it had said was: Love Ya Vinnie!
An: And so it ends. Anyway, thanks to my fans that encouraged me (saharasfury and BruHaeven) and many others.
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