Title: Broken Telephone

Authoress: The Scientist Wrangler

Series: FF7 (Advent Children in Specific)

Pairing: Vincent/Yuffie

Chapters: 3/3

Rating: OT for Swearing, etc, etc, etc.

Warnings: If you haven't seen the Advent Children DVD then you may not get the context of this fic. On the dvd there is a special feature that is a recap of the entire FF7 game. In between certain parts are insert scenes of Cloud on his bike getting voicemails and phone calls. One of which is a phone call from Vincent, at the end of said call, the gunslinger requests that Cloud tell Yuffie that she has no right to call his cell phone. This fic is spawned from that little bit of dialogue.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything involving FF7… other then that advent children double disc DVD. Kay… Enjoy!

Authors Notes: The finale at long last, I truly and sincerely hope you all enjoy this. It was the first time I ever wrote for this pairing, so I'm hoping you'll all like it. Please review, it would be greatly appreciated. After all, it helps keep us fanfic writers relatively sane. Sorry it took so long to post this, my laptop was out of order for a good bit. Now it's back up and running. So here ya'll are! ENJOY!

~Part Three~

"Yuffie. Wait." Vincent had managed to catch up to her at the main hall, and her body froze mid-motion. Slowly she turned, and when her eyes met his, there was an expression upon her face that didn't even remotely belong there. Defeat, fear, anger, betrayal, desperation, so many dark and overwhelming emotions swirled together to create a powerful mask to keep him for slipping past her defenses. Her voice was so sharp, each word felt like a blade trying to bite into his flesh but failing horribly.

"You've made it perfectly clear that you want to have nothing to do with me. So leave me the hell alone, and I'll do the same to you Vin- … Mister Valentine." He could read the pain in her voice as clearly as though she had simply broke down crying. She felt such anger and such agony. So this was what it was like to have all hope crushed under fates unforgiving heel. Tonight her best friends were gonna be good ole Ben and Jerry's. Her ever faithful and most loyal companions.

The gunslinger was silent, and she read that as he had nothing more to say. Instead he'd been trying to figure out what would be the right words to use in such a sensitive situation. Yuffie scoffed before turning on her heels to continue leaving, since it would be, at the very least, about a half days worth to get back to her apartment. She wanted to try to avoid all the damn monsters and or creeps she might encounter. As she took only a single step, he spoke once again. Vincent's tone of voice was uncertain, as though afraid it might be the wrong thing.

"How have you been... handling the psychological damage that the encounter with Nero may have caused?" was he fucking serious? How has she been handling…? How has she been…? Yuffie snapped, spinning on her heels and all but sprinting to the older man. Grabbing him violently by the collar, she snarled malevolently up into his face,

"How the hell do you think I've been Vince? Now someone finally decides to ask! Now you decide to give a shit! How about this for how I've been fucking coping! I can't fall asleep unless all of my God damned lights are on! Even then it takes me nearly two hours to finally pass out into an unconscious state! Then the majority of the time I wake up screaming from my nightmares, and can't fall back asleep! Sleep deprivations doesn't suit me all too well so forgive me for being so fucking pissed off!" she viciously pushed herself away from him with revulsion in her eyes.

Vincent was stunned, it only made sense really. Of course such a traumatic event would have had such a severe reaction towards someone who never wanted to fully accept evil. In Yuffie he no longer saw a loud mouthed young girl who trailed after him with a youthful fascination. Now all there was that stood before him, was a hurt and frightened young woman who didn't know who to turn to about her problems.

Of course she didn't go to Reeve or Tifa, she was probably afraid that they would think she was weak for letting such a thing get under her skin. That was of course not the case even in the slightest; odds were that both individuals would have most likely offered a shoulder to 'cry' on. Even so… he'd been there when it had happened. He'd seen her reaction afterwards… Why hadn't he realized the truth, even with her offhanded dismissal? Even with her weak claim that she'd be just fine, he should have known better.

Yuffie put distance between the two of them; her small body was as tightly strung as a feral cat being pet the wrong way. Arms wrapped tightly around her midriff, making it appear as though she was desperately hugging herself. Meanwhile her eyes spoke stories, her mouth was twisted in a grimace and her brows furrowed together harshly. With a dismissive wave of her hand the girl turned to leave once again.

"Forget this. I've tried to play nice with you Vincent. You might as well have spat in my face in return. I'm through." Using his quick reflexes the gunslinger managed to capture her fragile wrist within his coarser and rougher grip. She tugged at her arm trying to get free but not truly putting her full effort into it.

"Let-go-of-me-you-" once again she began to insult his heritage in a way, Vincent was certain, she could only have learned from that loud-mouthed Highwind. When he managed to pin her gaze with his own did the hyperactive girl cease with her litany of expletives.

"I apologize if my actions appeared as though I was avoiding you, Yuffie." Those sapphire orbs of hers narrowed into dangerous slits of blue fire. She hissed angrily,

"If you weren't avoiding me… then why the hell didn't you call me back?" even as the words left him, the gunslinger realized how idiotic it sounded.

"…I have a limited minutes plan…" there was a VERY long silence that hung between them. She could only stare at him with a dumbfounded expression upon her face. Flustered, he released his grip upon her arm, and had to divert his eyes lest she see how embarrassed he was by his excuse. Of course Yuffie wasn't one to let something like that go, when she'd come to her senses, she'd dug her heels in and refused to let go.

"So… yer telling me… that you couldn't call me back… because using a few extra minutes would set you back financially? Are you kidding me? What about texting?" there was no longer a red hot fury burning each of her words into his skin. Now all that was left was a confusion and utter disbelief. Did she really have to make this situation worse for him?

Silently he shook his head in response to her question. A wee bit dramatically the ninja carried on,

"Do you even know HOW to send a text?" he tried his hardest not to give away anything to prove or disprove any theories that the loud-mouth was beginning to create. Unfortunately, his left eye chose to give one tiny little twitch of irritation at his lack of wisdom towards general newfound technology.

Yuffie seemed to avidly stare at him wide eyed in utter shock. Her mouth opened and closed in a way somewhat akin to a beached fish. Once she'd managed to gather her wits about her, the girl chuckled.

"Well that explains everything don't it? Here I thought I'd done something to make you hate me!" she laughed and pat him roughly on the back. He scowled at her, and then it was like a light bulb went off above her head. She gave him a sheepish look and in the quietest tone of voice he'd probably EVER heard her use, Yuffie said,

"Uh… I guess I kinda owe ya a new phone now. Huh, Vince?" His scowl seemed to deepen, that phone had only been a few months old. Having had to replace its predecessor because a lucky opponent had been successful in striking the one place he'd thought the object would have been safe at. Apparently not. Once again he thanked the gods that he was smart enough to purchase the insurance. He wondered if having a woman go postal and turn the cell into thousands of tiny little pieces was included in the damage coverage.

He gave the girl a look that could be loosely translated to 'Ya think'? Yuffie chuckled nervously and scratched the back of her head.

"Sorry bout all that Vince…I really haven't been getting much sleep, and an exhausted Yuffie is a pissy Yuffie. Catch my drift?" she rubbed nervously at the back of her neck, unable to really meet his eyes. After all, she'd just spilt her guts without intending to. She could only pray that his mind miraculously deleted all the information she'd over-emotionally divulged.

There was a brief instant of silence between the two of them, Yuffie fidgeted awkwardly from one foot to the other. She could feel those crimson orbs scorching her tiny body, every single time Vincent looked at her felt like being caressed by fire. All without actually getting burned. Finally he spoke,

"I apologize Yuffie. This is entirely my fault." Her head snapped up so quickly that she very nearly got whiplash. Brown eyes widened as the ninja was stunned silent, for a second time that day alone. The gunslingers red orbs showed just how honest he was about what he'd said. She flustered, cheeks turning a vibrant red.

"N-No! I should have re-realized! You saved me Vince! It wasn't your fault at all!" the girl stuttered as she frantically tried to cover up her embarrassment. Regret and a deep overwhelming sadness seemed to engulf those ruby orbs. It engulfed her heart, and the nervous was replaced with a fond type of irritation. The Wutain placed her hands on her hips, which were slightly cocked.

"Hey! Listen to me!" Swiftly her dainty, agile lithe fingers captured his larger rougher hands. Unused to the physical closeness, Vincent blinked and looked at her in confusion. Yuffie continued with determination in her voice,

"It-wasn't-your-fault. Understand? I screwed up during the mission. I was the one that got caught. You dived in to save me. Alright? You saved me Vince. If it weren't fer you… I wouldn't be here…erm…breaking your phone…and everything…" She chuckled nervously. For a long moment that felt as though dragged into eternity, there was no response from the seemingly frozen male. When he did react, she hadn't been prepared, powerful hands tugged her towards him, cupped her cheek, and pulled her into a warm and adoring kiss.

She melted, Yuffie felt every nerve in her body spark at the same exact instant. Holy hell-o did the man know how to kiss! The last guy she'd locked lips with was Reno…and they'd both been wasted… which had been an utter failure. Thank god they'd both passed out before doing anything they would have REALLY regretted. Though it was totally worth seeing Cid nearly rip the Turks spine from his mouth. The old pilot was way to overprotective of her, acted more like a dad then her OWN dad sometimes! Ohhhh…. What the hell was she thinking about again? Yuffie's mind seemed to shut off, as he pressed lingering kisses upon her cheeks.

Once she'd caught her breathe she finally managed to whisper breathlessly.

"I might be able to catch a few Z's if there were another person with me…." For the first time she saw the closest thing to a Vincent Valentine grin.

"Would like to spend to night with me Miss Kisaragi?" She wrapped her arms around his waist,

"I though you'd never ask Mister Valentine… Lead on."

End!

Now I need to know if anyone here wants this to become a lemon, cause I can post an extended version that has a yummy continuation of where this left off. Let me know!