Vincent was finally wakeing up, not as cranky as he was before, and he wasn't throwing a tantrum now. He looked around a bit, he was so uncomfortable in his baby clothes, it greatly annoyed him, he pulled at the colour of the outfit and started to bite the lace on the sleeves.
"Vinnie don't do that." said Yuffie, sticking a passifier into Vincent's small mouth. Vincent glared, but then he started to suck on it, and then he well... Quite enjoyed it, (My POV: I spit my passifier out at my mom all the time, lol!) , Yuffie smiled and rocked him a bit, he wasn't cranky and he sure wasn't being uptight at the moment, if Yuffie didn't know him, she would think he was really a baby. Vincent looked into his lover's eyes, he felt a warmth of that he never felt before, it was so... So kind, and it made him... Happy, he never wanted the fealing to stop. Just then he wanted time to freeze to stare into his love's eyes for just a few more moments, but then again nothing lasts forever.
"Hey Yuffie, hey Vinwahh!" said Cloud tripping over his own shoes and falling face first onto the floor (my POV: I do that... A lot... Heh).
"Cloud are you ok!" asked Yuffie.
"Oh yeah I'm good... I just came to check up on you both." said Cloud standing up, and he brushed himself off.
"You've been rather clumbsy lately, are you alright?" asked Yuffie.
"Uh... Well... I get motion sickness as well so..." said Cloud.
Vincent spit out the passifier, "Bwe cwareful, you cwuld gwet bwain dwamage!"
"Yeah, yeah." said Cloud, "You need to be careful..."
"Tee-hee you two... So different... And yet so alike." murmured Yuffie.
Flash back... Yep... Sorry there's so many!
"Yuffie..." said Vincent walking over to the woman.
"Yes, Vincent?" asked Yuffie.
"Hand it over.." said Vincent holding out his hand.
"What?"
"Hand over my materia you stole from me... Again." said Vincent.
"I did not!"
Vincent then picked her up and shock her upside down and all his materia fell out of her shirt.
"Well how did those get here!" asked Yuffie in a very stupid voice.
Vincent grunted and picked out all the materia and left her room, as he left her room he slipped on his materia and tripped on his shoe at the same time.
Yuffie laughed in the present althought, it wasn't as funny back then, she lost all that materia she rightfully stole. Vincent thought about that and shuddered, he hated being embarassed, especially infront of Yuffie. Cloud noticed they were in deep thought, he walked over and noticed Vincent, he spit his passifier out.
"We don't want this getting dirty now do we?" asked Cloud.
Vincent snapped out of his flashback as Cloud cleaned the passifier off and stuck it back in Vincent's mouth. Vincent spit it out and it smacked Cloud in the fore head, Cloud picked it up cleaned it and tried again, Yuffie giggled as Vincent struck once again!
"Vincent stop!" said Cloud sweat dropping he wasn't good with kids, espeacially tempermental children like Vincent.
"Then don't kweep stwicking thwat into mwy mouth!" spat out Vincent, as he clutched Yuffie's shirt more. Cloud tried once more, but the passifier shot out and smacked him on the fore head. (my POV: I did that to my mom when I was younger)
"..." said Cloud in reply, Vincent just glared at him and Cloud glared at him back.
"Now you two behave!" said Yuffie, as she laid Vincent down on the bed, and started to tell Cloud off, for glareing at a samll child like that. Cloud actually backed down, Yuffie was surpriseingly scary when she was angry, Vincent found a pillow and hid behind it.
"Yuffie your scareing Vincent." said Cloud.
"Vinnie are you ok?" asked Yuffie as she scooped him up and rocked him back and forth.
"Iw'm fine.." said Vincent, as he rested against her. Although she still scared him some what he'll never make Yuffie mad at him ever again.
"Well let's go see everyone else how about it?" asked Yuffie.
"Right... I'll go first.." said Cloud as he hurried out of the room.
"Was I that scary?" asked Yuffie.
"No, of couse not." said Vincent, 'Althought you were similar to the exorciest.' he thought to himself as they left the room.
