A/N: aww valentine's day! Once again the fabulous reviewers for chapter 9!!!

Little Patch of Heaven (absolutely loved it that you didn't think it was too OOC), Dead Pepper, Kisdota-The Freak Gamer, The-Music-of-hands, MyfinalfantasyVII (nice to know there's someone just as obsessed as me), and Breezestar.

you guys deserve dark chocolate XD

So I decided to post half of the 'finale' I guess, since I don't really know when the rest of it will be done (hopefully tomorrow, but I feel sick so who knows D:)

I'm sure many of you could be reading Valentine-special one shots today (or living your own wonderful moment), but how about some Yuffentine finale instead? Sounds good to me :)

Disclaimer: ff7 isn't mine, but i can keep wishing.

enjoy the fluffiness ahead!


Vincent shuffled through the torn streets, ignoring the rain mixing in with the heavy wind. I need somewhere quiet. Some place where people know to leave me alone.

He soon found himself in Shinra HQ, much to his own surprise. The hallways were crowded with people, but no one stopped him. They all knew that Vincent wasn't one who liked small talk. That he only wanted to be bothered with important missions or requests.

Or do I? Vincent's cape billowed behind him as he walked casually to the president's office. Rufus had gone out to Junon, leaving the large room perfectly vacant. He fumbled with the door knob, glad to see it was unlocked, and went inside, relishing in the dark silence. "What do I do?" He sat on the velvet chair in front of the long desk. The room was still. Perfect for his much needed isolation.

His thoughts were flooding. Yuffie's just a child, Vincent. He shook his head. "No, she's 18, isn't she?" Vincent smirked at himself. What are you even considering?

He didn't really know. Nothing was so clear in his mind anymore. His hands dug into the velvet arm rests. You can't ruin her…you'll ruin her. His red eyes were piercing, strewn with anxiety and conflict. Look at her now, so care free, so happy.

"And look at yourself." His voice was a whisper, a mere echo in the dark. "Maybe a romantic, but jaded nonetheless. Barely human enough to offer anyone anything."

There was a muffled noise ringing through the room, but Vincent quickly ignored it, assuming it came from the hall. He continued with his self reflection. "And she…she just doesn't know any better. She does not know how she really feels…"

He became lost for a second. "…She doesn't know how she makes me feel."

The thumping became louder.

"How do I?"

Vincent flinched back in the velvet chair. The higher pitched voice caught him completely off guard. He prayed that maybe it was Reno or Reeve playing some awful prank on him, but he was not so lucky.

Yuffie Kisaragi crawled from under the long wooden desk, her face light red and her dark hair ruffled from the floor. She …she must have heard me. Vincent turned paler, if possible.

Her voice was quiet, on the surface seamlessly mellow. "How do I make you feel?"

The question brought the dark man up to his feet. "Yuffie…" He sounded strained. "What are you doing here?"

She walked in front of the desk, obviously not as nervous as he was, "I picked the lock…I was hiding from Cloud."

"Cloud?"

She nodded fervently, "Mhm! He was professing his undying love to me on some park bench…hey why are you laughing?"

"No reason…" Stop laughing! It was so unlike him. His face was glowing with amusement at Yuffie's scare. Stop laughing or she'll realize…

"Wait…he didn't mean that, did he?"

Vincent didn't reply. He was just grateful Yuffie had failed to remember the previous topic.

"…Did you tell him to say that?" her face was no longer confused and timid. It read anger.

He only continued to smile at her expression.

"You did! Look at you Vinnie, with you're smug little face. I can't believe you made him do that!Why would you?" Yuffie made a huff and then swiftly turned to face the desk. "…wait." She turned around just as fast, and began approaching the man. "You're smiling. Vinnie, you look happy!"

I do? "I feel happy." The word sparked a memory for the ninja. Oh no.

She walked up closer, incapable of refraining the obvious glee. "Is that…is that how I make you feel?" Yuffie giggled and cocked her head to the side. "Do I make you feel happy?"

"Yuffie…" Don't make me say it. What it would do… Vincent felt warm, felt flurried. His crimson eyes were pasted on the ninja, her brown eyes, her dark hair…

"Vincent, I heard what you said before." The ninja commandingly pointed to the chair, making the caped figure sit. "I'm 18. I'm an adult. I know what I'm doing." She was pacing around in front of him, making sure to withhold his attention. "I've seen people die. I've killed people. I pretty much know all about life and death."

The comment made Vincent stand again, fearing what she was about to say.

"So what I don't get…" Her voice was getting softer. "Is why you think I don't know what I want from life." Yuffie grinned, touching Vincent's chest and looking down at his eccentric footwear. "…Vinnie, I like you."

Vincent stepped back. Yuffie… His heart was fuming, overwhelming his sensations. "I don't understand."

She sounded annoyed at this, "What? What's not to understand? I LIKE YOU, Vincent! I like how your hair is longer than mine, and how you always think before you talk, and how you always seem to take what I say into consideration. But mostly, I just like you because...it's just how I feel."

Yuffie frowned, seeing his face unchanged. "…Please, just tell me. How do I make you feel?"

Vincent's uncovered hand clasped Yuffie's small one. Would it be so bad? He waited for the argument, but it never came. His mind had run out of excuses. Vincent looked into her eyes, no longer seeing pure innocence and naivety, but assurance, a life beyond his isolated depression. "…You make me feel happy." He smirked, catching her surprise. "You make me feel free, excited, and youthful again. As if I slept those 30 years, not for forgiveness, but for the chance to meet you."

Vincent smoothly ran his fingers across her cheekbone, surprised, yet glad with his behavior. There was no turning back, but he didn't seem to care. "You make me feel human, Yuffie. Undeniably happy and alive."

The smile he received from the ninja was only matched by the light kiss she gave him. It was ethereal, sweet, and pure, overflowing Vincent with foreign emotions. All thoughts of experiments, all hopes for redemption, all feelings for Lucrecia, seemed to vanish. However, much to his dismay, Yuffie pulled away before he could respond fully. "I do?" her question was slightly flirtatious, slightly genuine.

"Yes." He stepped back from the girl, feeling almost bashful for his reaction to her kiss.

"Can I ask you something, Vincent?" She held her hands behind her back, the childishness of her behavior making him smile.

Anything. "What is it?"

"Can we go get ice cream? And maybe we can walk around Edge…just if you want to…"

Vincent lowered her hand in his and led her out the door. "With pleasure."

A/N:

Well that worked out nicely for Yuffie. But what about Tifa and Cloud??? The next half will be released whenever my brain decides to work again. haha, please stay tuned (wait this isn't TV) for the uber clotiness (finally).

Review please! If I reach 50, I think I might burst...in a good way.

~Mira