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This is my ending of Perfect Corners, I know I should have updated sooner but I needed a break as well as sometime to recover from all my medical shit. To top that off I'm in vet school and that requires loads of studying.

Oh and for u readers out there, this ending switches from Vince's to Yuffie's POV.

X Perfect Corners X

Everything takes time, adjusting takes time, sometimes small and sometimes large.

Vincent could hear Lucrecia's voice in the back of his mind, some sleeping part of her stirred awake long enough to yawn before slipping back down again.

This time he wasn't sure if it'd would ever stir again.

Her words offered a trace of comfort, as he made his way through the city streets with his back to the sun and the wind to his face.

He was adjusting to the truth, he had recovered from Lucrecia – it was time to stop wallowing in self-pity and remorse, time to adjust to something newer.

Why embrace the things that only give you pain? Why not embrace something that reminds you of life and only life – both the good and bad. She reminded him of that.

7th Heaven stood out like a sore thumb against its grubby neighbors, no doubt Tifa occupied herself with the upkeep and success of her operation. She took pleasure in 7th Heaven while in itself offered her solace from her thoughts of Cloud. Cloud was like the wind – one moment it was there against your face and the next it was gone, leaving a slight burn on your cheek.

Vincent wondered if Cloud was aware of the pain he caused Tifa, Lucrecia did the same to him once. Tifa had adjusted though, she'd take Cloud's love when it came and never questioned anything else. Vincent would adjust to relieve the pain. Tifa also gave him hope – hope that it could be done.

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Yuffie felt an itch and also felt the annoyance that it could not be scratched. It was very familiar to an itch one might have on one's back. The kind that can make you stop in your tracks, and just imagine the satisfaction of scratching it away. Until you bring your fingers to your back and realize that no amount of movement or straining will ever make your arm reach that spot.

That itch to Yuffie was Vincent Valentine, an itch that she had tried to convince her body many times that it didn't exist.

Scrubbing the windows now, she repeated each word into her brain.

You don't need him, you don't need him, and you don't want him.

With the increase of her speed and anger to all dust particles, she increased the amount of each word said.

"Yuffie?"

"I DON'T NEE- whoa! Umm…what is it, Tifa?"

"Visitor."

Yuffie threw her rag and dust-zapper spray down to the floor; the can clattered and rolled to a stop, but by then the ninja had already made it halfway to the door. She loved visitors!

Wine colored eyes, blackest hair, palest skin.

Yuffie slid to a stop on the polished floor, but her shoes betrayed her and she fell to the floor. In a dash, she pulled herself up and made like nothing happened – a slight pink made itself present on her face.

"V-Vinnie?"

The vampric angst muffin, that was Vincent stared at her with a slight amused look.

"He's here to see you," Tifa pointed out yet again, she dried her glass a little faster before leaving the room.

Yuffie placed her arms to her sides, "Oh! Are we going on another mission? Beat up some bad guy ass!"

Vincent winced somewhat, which made Yuffie question if it had been there at all. He looked very uncomfortable and seemed very fidgety, Yuffie raised an eyebrow.

"Are you ok?"

He gave a single nod and stepped closer.

"Yuffie, I realized something and it's taken me a very long time to accept it. Lucrecia could never accept me and after those events unfolded, the world could never accept me. I've spent every wakening hour chasing after something that doesn't exist any longer, causing myself more pain, and it doing so I believed I've caused others pain. I think one of them was you, I'm sorry."

Yuffie stood frozen, unbelieving and feeling so guilty. For every time she had said something, for every time she had whispered behind his back, for every angered thought she had said. He didn't need her forgiveness – she needed his.

I don't want you - I need you. I don't like you – I love you.

"Only if you forgive me," Yuffie answered, grinning.

"For what?"

Yuffie jumped forward and wrapped him in an embracing hug. "For this."

And for once, Vincent squeezed back.

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In the shadows that made up the hideous floral patterned wall, Shelke stood watching both Vincent and Yuffie with a light smile.

"All sins are forgiven and all scars removed when love has its way," she whispered.

The End

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