And so I'm back again bringing more...so far I'm luffin the reviews...the more there are the further I go loves...and like to thank the following reviewers: foxygirlchan, ForeverOblivion, and Sweetsong for their very pleasing reviews! Thanks all who reviewed too!

So as this goes on you'll see the story switch from scenes of Yuffie to scenes of Shelke and maybe even Vincent...unsure yet.

But enough of me, here is the rest...

X Perfect Corners X

Red.

Tides of crimson red, tiny pools and droplets spewed a path from the stairs, across the hall and through the door of a tiny room. The ninja wiped away the tiny spots from the floor, mused by the way the red stained the white cloth. She loved the colour red, although she couldn't remember when. The red stained the cloth and it bleed into the fabric, greedily taking over everything.

Yuffie knew she should feel guilty about punching Shelke earlier; she had let her envy and anger control her. She remembered someone telling her that it made her special, her spark and zest for life was something to be proud of. Red – she observed the product of her mess, she should feel sorry, but really she would much rather be cleaning up the mess then apologizing for it.

Shelke stood watching from a doorway, her nose had stopped bleeding a while ago – much to Yuffie's disappointment. Hell, she hadn't been surprised by Yuffie's fist and after the attack she merely stumbled back, smirked, and the hurried to find a rag to stop the crimson flow.

"Come back and fight!" Yuffie remembered shouting.

Tifa had stormed in then and held the ninja back while she cursed and attempted to give chase.

Yuffie looked up and met Shelke's eyes; the girl smiled a knowing smile and turned back into her room.

Yuffie silently screamed and hurled the bucket and its water across the river of blood, causing their colours to blend and drift further down the hall – crawling away from Yuffie. She ripped the bloody rag from its heap and stuffed it into her mouth, screaming muffled cries.

She hated red…she hated it all.

XxxXxxX

Grinning the shorter woman gripped Tifa into a sudden crushing hug, "Thank you! Really!"

The woman had promised not to tell Vincent about Yuffie and Shelke's face-off.

Tifa pulled away and shrugged modestly, "I thought it best not to say anything."

Yuffie nodded and folded her hands behind her back, feeling a dreading weight removed. Her gaze drifted from Tifa's face to the front door. She would love to go for a little stroll right now, it was time to get out and clear her thoughts – this house was a prison with Shelke around.

"Just tell me, why did you do it?"

Yuffie dug a foot into the floorboards, she shrugged.

"I don't like her much, I guess she just gets under my skin sometimes."

The Wutai native felt a small hand reach for her back and rub almost motherly, "You have to try and understand her – a lot has happened to her."

Yuffie swallowed a lump and nodded all the while having her fingers crossed, She would never understand Shelke, – or him for that matter, even though she had tried.

She caught Tifa giving her and odd stare and Yuffie giggled and smiled faintly, she easily could throw her friends off.

XxxXxxX

Once again he haunted her dreams, more so now then ever. Yuffie cursed her thoughts – why couldn't they bring her these dreams on a better night.

Crimson eyes and perfect pale skin, he was the image of beauty and danger – mystery and threat. And Yuffie wanted nothing more then to dive into the corners of his soul, and pick apart the mysterious – maybe then she could fix him, repair him and begin things anew.

In her dream she approached him, he was standing there on that hill, her hill. The hill she had played on as a young child in Wutai, she spent her days rolling in the grass and brusing her knees. He didn't look at her but she had a feeling he knew she was there.

Her hand reached out to his hair and she was amazed to find her hand went right through him, his eyes turned to face her and he smirked at her surprised look. Yuffie blinked and he was gone, she didn't move for a moment before she felt something pull her back. Her body began to awaken and she found herself alone in her room again, tangled in the sheets of her bed.

A fit of laughter over took her and she quickly stuffed her face in the pillow over fear of waking her sleeping companions.

Even in her dreams he was distant and unreachable as ever.

Yuffie swallowed a sob.

XxxXxxX

He was visiting again.

Yuffie no longer bothered opening the door, trying to be seen, or even feeling like she needed to say something – a witty comment or something to make people stare.

He found her folded on a chair sleeping soundly, eyes closed and chest rising slowly in steady rythme.

He smirked to himself and grabbed the book she had been reading, which by chance had happen to fall free from her hand. He gently laid it on her lab, he could have sworn the muscles in her arm twitched.

XxxXxxX

It no longer mattered, she could mean less to him – Yuffie was sure of it.

And yet as she listened to his footsteps fade, she realized no matter what he said, she'd always stay and wait – he had away with that.

She could hear Shelke's laugh from upstairs.

She found her book on her lap and with a swift toss, she threw it back to the floor.

xxxHearts4Black

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