A/N: I originally intended to get this out in February, believe it or not, but then Vincent opened his stupid mouth and I had to give him words to say.

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The door still vibrating from her tumultuous entrance, Yuffie stood there, eyes wide in complete and utter shock. She blinked a few times, rubbed her eyes twice, and clamped them shut for five seconds just to be sure the red-cloaked figure before her wasn't a stray speck of dust in her eyes.

Then, as a final measure, she walked right up to Vincent and poked him square in the chest.

"Yup, he's real." she concluded in her head. It was only when she looked up to see his raised eyebrow did her cheeks explode into a rosy pink color, her embarrassment catching up with her.

"Um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um, um,"

She was only inches away from his face, a tiptoe away from kissing him. The thought of it combined with her embarrassment struck her dumb. Perhaps realizing this, Vincent took a step backward, creating a little more space between them. Even if her face was still bright pink, Yuffie regained her much used ability to speak.

"Vince, w-what are you doing here?" she finally managed to say. "I mean, you aren't at your creepy mansion place."

"…you were in Nibelhiem?" asked the gunslinger quietly in his rough voice.

"Yeah, found your weird note too. But you didn't answer my question. What. Are. You. Doing. Here."said the ninja, quickly turning irritable to cover up her awkwardness.

The servant, glancing from Vincent to Yuffie, chose this time to quietly shuffle out of the room, giving the two total privacy. The echo of the door closing sounded like a gunshot in the dead silence of the room. He kept his head down, looking at the ground as if he was, to those who didn't know him better, at a loss for words.

"Well?" said Yuffie while tapping her foot impatiently.

"This had better be good," she thought bitterly, "I traveled three days to Nibelhiem and back only to kiss the bottom of his coffin."

After a long silence, he raised his head, took a step forward, and closed the space between him and the girl, undeterred by her sudden gasp. She couldn't breathe, couldn't move, couldn't stop her heart from frantically beating as Vincent's lips came down on hers in what seemed like slow motion. And then, when their lips were millimeters away from meeting, a bright white light blinded her eyes and a loud, annoying ringing filled her ears.

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Yuffie woke with a start; her alarm clock going off with such force that it was in danger of falling off the bedside table. She looked about her room, eyebrows knotted in confusion. "My room?" she thought bewilderedly, "But I was in the receiving room…with Vincent…right?"

She checked the clothes she was wearing, "Jammies." she confirmed.

Checked her shuriken, "Spotless," she said, amazed.

Then she got up, turned off the nuisance of an alarm clock, went across the hall into the bathroom, and stood on her tippy toes to check her bruise in the mirror ("Dang thing was always too high.").

"Gone?!" she exclaimed, surprise evident in her voice.

"Aw come on!" the ninja whined while throwing her hands up in the air. "I get this," she held her two fingers and inch apart, "close to kissing the Vincent Valentine and it turns out to be some stupid, twisted dream that was like the plotline of some stupid, sappy love story. Thanks a lot Leviathan!"

During her rant, Yuffie had made her way back to her room and plopped onto the bed, glaring at the ceiling. It was only then that she noticed the piece of paper resting next to the alarm clock. She bolted for the thing, picking it up to see familiar, spidery handwriting. It read:

Next time, try not to faint.

-Vincent Valentine