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A short chapter, although a little hard to read. Chapters from here on are all a little heavy. I'm sorry, you have been warned. However, ENJOY :)

He had my back against the wall. His hand lingering and fondling everything I wish he wouldn't. My hands roughly restrained above my head began to tingle with the loss of circulation. I felt like an animal at a circus, on show for everyone to see. The wall I was pushed up against was in the middle of the city market. Lingering eyes watched as I pleaded with them to help me. "Anyone please." I begged but they didn't come, they wouldn't help.

His rough hands found its way to my belt, fumbling to unlatch it he stopped. I thought this was my break that I could finally catch myself and runaway. But I was horribly mistaken. He simply called a man I knew to be his favourite guard, the same man who gave me the most recent scar. "Hold 'err 'and why don't ya." I would have winced at his grammar but the unimaginable was happening. The guard's hands gripped mine much harsher than the man previously holding them. He knelt to the ground so that he was in line with my belt. Once unclasped he pushed my shorts to the floor along with my underwear.
"Hmmm, so young." He was disgusting, by hell's standard he was disgusting. "Gimme her." He grasped my hands from the guard and paraded me into the centre of the Market place. "Look 'ere everyone this young wench is gonna be my wife, isn't she ... Well Devine?" Why wasn't I moving? Why hadn't I gotten away yet?I felt two sets of firm hands grasp my shoulders my body was beginning to convulse, maybe just shake. The weight of the hands slowly became heavier and the shaking became a more obvious cause of the hands.

"Yuffie wake up."

Damn it, it was a dream. A dream version of the real event. My oh my, why had I fallen asleep next to the one man I wanted to keep oblivious to my mess.

"Vinnie?" I croaked. "Damn it, stop shaking me, I'm gonna be sick." I clutched my stomach as my body tried to rid itself of the horrid dream. Yes, my body becomes physically ill from those memories, luckily for him I didn't barf. Thankfully Vincent had taken my words seriously and stopped the shaking, he just replaced it with a worried expression and open arms. Which I gladly fell into and sobbed.

"What was the dream about? You woke me, I thought you might have been having a seizure. Don't do that to me Yuf."

"Just a memory dream, something I'd rather not remember." He took this as a hint not to question me about it. Which I was extremely greatful for.

"Would you like some breakfast and coffee? I'm sure I heard Tifa boil the jug." I nodded in response."As long as you don't leave!" I stopped him from standing by rolling atop of him, placing little kisses along his jaw and cheeks. "Thank you for waking me." My gentle caress continued and with each gentle kiss his smile grew. His worry about the night terror fading.
Placing a soft kiss on my lips he replied. "You're welcome." We laid there awkwardly smiling and staring into each other's eyes. I could feel the stupid words coming to my mouth. I heard them before I could stop them. "I love you, you know?" It was bold, but he'd just survived a nightmare riddled me, and it wasn't a stretch in the truth, it was the truth. He didn't reply, like always, he just became visibly nervous and refastened his cape.

"Breakfast?" He asked brushing the statement aside. Well I guess expecting him to say it right back straight away was a little expectant of me. Although, a growing pain now rested in my heart.

On the way down the stairs to the bar I could hear the clatter of the bar readying its self for the work day. "What is today?" I asked Vincent.

"Monday." Oh that's right, the day I love to forget.

As we approached the Barr, Tifa wolf whistled and pored us a mug of black coffee each. Vincent seemed satisfied but I took a cup of milk and three sugars from the fridge.

"So, what'd we get up to last night?" Tifa teased, she'd hated the idea of us only a few days ago now she was teasing me? I'd have to remember to ask her about that later.

"Watched that new TV show, ate my soup, and slept... Why?"
I turned to Vincent to clarify but he was blushing and hiding behind his collar.

"If you say so." She turned away to continue her work.

"Teef am I working today?" She looked annoyed.

"Do you usually work Mondays?" I nodded. "There's your answer."

Damn, I was hoping she'd take pity on me and let me spend time with Vinnie, but I guess that was a lost cause.

I started work as usual, cleaning the tables and sorting through the garbage, recyclable or not, and searching through the lost and found box for little goods that no one would miss. Things like small coins and coupons to the games shop next door. Those things added up okay, if I found five gill worth of coins each shift I'd add about twenty dollars to my pay for the week. It was worth it.

My shift was going well. Boring, but well. This was of course until he walked in.