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How to Annoy and Angsting Host
Visitor: Yuffie Kisaragi
Gluttony. Vincent couldn't fight the more disgraceful of the sins. It had controlled his diet, his quest for luxury, and now his 'playful' obsession with playing with firearms. He was, after all, an ex-turk. An Elite gunman. And one should always make a hobby out of ones work.
Laid out before him, were the various dissambled parts to his Hydra Sniper Rifle, a weapon he had come to admire as reliable, but a challenge. Within minutes, he flicked out the meagre desk light, and set his hand about fumbling with the pieces. Hindered slightly on account of only having one, it still only took him a maximum of 40 seconds, to build the rifle, load it cock it and have it sitting in his arms like a purring Tiger.
'A shame there is nothing to shoot at', he mused to himself.
"Hey Vinnie! Yoohoo!"
His head snapping to attention, and his eyes and lips narrowing in a victorious grin of malicious intent, Vincent was for the first time, truly truly happy that the Ninja brat had stopped by...
Silently, he made his way upstairs from his office behind the kitchen. Turning on the elevator as a distraction, he snuck round through the dining hall, and watched from the cover of the grand piano, as Yuffie cautiously made her way to the doors facing the elevator. She was planning to sneak up on HIM. Oh well. The rubber bullets should suffice.
With a silent chuckle, Vincent leant over and flicked the light switch off, earning a jump and a yelp from the ninja.
"Um... vinnie? I think there's somethin' wrong with your electricity... v-v-Vinnie...? I know you're in here...!"
As evil as he was being right now, Vincent knew in his heart... this had been a long time coming. Not to mention, it would be fun.
Slinking through the darkness, Vincent flitted by the front door, dropping the huge bolt latch accross it, barring the panicked Ninja's exit, who clawed feebly at the huge bar of wood to try and gain her freedom.
"Vinne cut it out...! This isn't fun- OW!!"
Bang! Bang! Shot after shot, of hardened rubber meeting bruised Ninja flesh.
Vincent continued for a while... 15 minutes... turned into half an hour of chasing Yuffie crying through the darkness of his house.
'I knew buying over a thousand of these practice rounds was a good idea' He mused, loading up the next barrage into an automatic rifle...
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Slightly different... in a 'Vincent gets his own back kinda way'. Somebody doesn't like Yuffie. And I am happy to oblige with (almost) any request.