Voo Doo-Chapter 7
**Well, this is fun isn't it? That last chapter just made me wanna go "awwwwww!" Adorable, was it not? Heheh…. Anyway…. I LOVE REVIEWS! AND ALERTS! I love being loved!**
DISCLAIMER—This is seven…. When will you stop asking? I don't own FFVII. There.
Chapter 7: Waking Up
Yuffie Kisaragi woke up, a ghost of a kiss still lingering on her pallid cheek. The ninja touched her face absently, softly, faintly wondering if her visitor had actually come. Yuffie grabbed the little doll from her desk.
"Mornin', Little Vinnie." She said cheerfully, kissing the doll's head. She walked downstairs, taking the doll behind her.
"Mornin', Teef!" She said, bouncing over to the bartender, who chuckled at the sight of Little Vinnie.
"Yuffie? Why are you carrying that doll around?"
Yuffie smiled." 'Cause I like him… And his name is Little Vinnie." She smirked, blushing.
"Well, you'd better hide it, 'cause the life size version is here."
"Oh geez! Hide him!" She said, tossing Tifa the doll. As Tifa shoved Little Vinnie under the bar, Vincent experienced a moment of sharp pain in his left leg. Shaking it off, he walked casually up to the counter.
"Good morning, Tifa. Yuffie." He said politely, nodding to each of them.
"Morning, Vin—"
"Heya, Vince! I heard you got a me doll yesterday!" Yuffie said, her eye pleading for a story.
"Yes I did."
"Say, have you talked to chocobo head today?"
"Who is 'chocobo head'?" he asked. Yuffie thought that Vincent the Vampire saying 'chocobo head' was just hilarious, and barely contained her giggle.
"Cloud. Who else would it be?" She asked, giggling like a child. Vincent, on the other hand, was clearly not amused at all.
"Oh. I have not, then." His stoic response didn't dampen her spirits a bit.
"So who d'ya think sent 'em?" Instead of answering, he shrugged. He was trying to wear on her optimism, which he could only tell it was working when her grey eyes darken a miniscule amount.
To the gunslinger's surprise, the young ninja deftly grabbed his right wrist and pulled hi upstairs. When she finally stopped, she stared up at him with question. Uncertainty filled her features. Then, something Vincent thought would never happen, happened. Yuffie Kisaragi sighed in defeat, touching her cheek. He understood.
"Nevermind." She almost whispered, turning to walk away. In that moment, Vincent Valentine did something he never thought he'd do. He grabbed Yuffie's wrist and spun her into his own arms. She only struggled until she felt a kiss on the top of her head.
"Yes. It was me." He said into her hair. She paused, and Vincent felt her blush, even through his cloak.
"Well, thanks for tellin' me." He felt her breath catch on his words. He felt her heartbeat quietly thump, thump against his chest. He felt the blood rush to her cheeks. He wanted to kiss her cheek again. Not just her cheek. He wanted to kiss her—a real kiss. Instead, he pulled away to glance t her beautiful bright crimson face.
What Yuffie thought was understanding filled her face. I was right. He doesn't want me… She thought. But it was not real rejection that filled her. She pulled herself from Vincent's arms and walked down the hall to her room. He watched her walk—head down, knees buckling, arms hanging at her sides limply.
She thought he'd pulled away because it felt wrong. She was wrong, but he would allow her time. He walked back down to meet a pair of confused Tifa eyes from behind the bar.
"She was feeling unwell." He said, and he wasn't lying. As he left the bar, he thought of ways to make his up to her.