Another Wednesday, another chapter!

So, I was wondering why the story was getting so very little (as in no) attention when I realized that rated M stories don't show up on just regular skimming-the-page searches unless specified. And honestly, there's nothing very M rated except maybe the language. So, in favor of more possible popularity, I changed the rating to T (And honestly, what teenagers don't curse like sailors nowadays?) If the language or anything else seriously offends you I'm deeply sorry.

...Except not to much. There is worse stuff, much worse stuff.

So anyways, Happy Hump Day! (It's Wednesday, like, the hump or middle of the week? Please don't go humping random strangers.)

Disclaimer: Guess what? I still don't own anything in this story except my own character, as my friends own theirs. They're our brain babies, please don't steal them, just like you wouldn't try and steal Cloud Strife or Aerith Gaisburough or Vincent Valentine or Sephiroth or Zack or Yuffie or Tifa, et cetera.

SAARARRARA: Huzzah~ We survived 3:15!

Ari had been searching around aimlessly from above while Vincent shot down the occasional sniper, and sniped some. Pretty quickly Vincent had shoved Ari behind him, so the occasional shot he could block. With his gold arm glove thing, which Ari found the most amazing thing.

"Sweet Jesus, that's amazing!" Ari practically shouted, immediately taking Vincent's gold hand and marveling over it for awhile. It was just so shiny. Vincent momentarily froze at the sudden contact, freezing up and watching with his full attention as her small fingers danced over the sharp gold casings. Slowly Vincent realized her fingers were shaking, and he traced the movement up her arms all the way to the slight shaking of her entire frame. Her large white t-shirt was completely soaked, and it clung to her small frame, the purple tank top utterly visible. Her small bare feet were dirty and cut up from running so much. All in all she looked like a regular street urchin, with her breath coming in shaky puffs.

But she was so much more lively, with more life in her eyes and just in her. Even shivering and being dazzled by his golden glove she looked like she was happy. Shrugging off his cape he draped it around her shoulders, and she was even more astounded by this. Her face lit up and she gazed up at him through wide eyes, wondering and excited. Giggling she wrapped the cape securely around her, comforted by the warmth. The corner of Vincent's eyes twitched up at the beginning of a possible smile, but was stopped as a bullet glanced off Ari's shoulder. What was it about her that attracted so much trouble? Placing himself between her and the bullet path he fired off three shots and saw the man fall. Turning back to Ari he carefully pried her fingers away from her shoulder. Examining it he sighed in relief as the shot really just barely cut above her shoulder, and the rain washed the small flow of blood away to past to be seen anyways.

Ari tried not to gawk openly as he examined her shoulder. Most would've said this day had sucked, but Ari begged to differ. Honestly, this was probably going to end ranking one of her top days. Quickly Vincent's 'moment', she had dubbed it, was over and her gaze swept over to a street where she heard a resounding squealing and ka-thunking. Her eyebrows furrowed as they always did when she was focusing on something, and biting her bottom lip would soon follow.

Suddenly a small girl, about her age, was running from the motorcycle. Ari watched her from the perfect vantage point, not noticing Vincent joining her in observing. The girl paused, looked forward, and began again, but now heading toward something instead of away. She called something but Ari couldn't distinguish it.

"She just called your name…" Vincent mumbled, and Ari gawked at him. He'd just made a complete sentence! But wait…her name?! Ari looked back and realized whoever it was they were headed for danger. One solider spotted them, and was quickly joined by others. The idiot of a girl realized this only once the bullet had hit her that these people weren't her friends, or Ari for that matter.

But what sort of idiot would crash a bike that nice and run towards people with guns? But with a sharp intake of breath Ari realized what kind of idiot. Her idiot.

"SORA! DON'T DIE!" Ari screamed, dropping Vincent's cape and leaping from the roof top to a lower ledge, making it to the streets without breaking anything, and broke into a dead run through the streets. Vincent stood where he was, utterly shocked as this girl simply threw away her own delicate well being to save a friend. A friend who was well protected Vincent supposed when he saw Cloud enter the scene, busting out his buster sword. His wide red eyes followed Ari as she ran, slid and tripped, got back up, and disappeared down an alley. Once Vincent lost sight of her something clicked, and he was flying across roof tops, searching for her running aimlessly, gun cocked and ready to shoot down whoever would be following her.

"Ari, don't die," he growled, having grabbed his cape and holding it fisted and wet in his other hand.

SQURAL!

"Where is the motorcycle." He demanded this information of her more than asked. Sora couldn't speak for a second. The shock of having his face so near seemed to disable her voice box. Now, being completely honest this guy was so hot you could probably roast marshmallows off his chest. "Er…." was the most she could choke out.

"Where" He warned lowly, grabbing both of her shoulders with black gloved hands. ((Fishsticks)).

Sora laughed nervously. "You mean the demon bike? It's lying in a dismantled heap by over yonder" She said blatantly, pointing in the vague direction of , "They had intercourse. I hope you don't mind."

Her rescuer just stared at her, lips twitching, head tilted down with his short bangs shadowing his eyes in a very anime- like fashion. He seemed to be having trouble absorbing the previous information. She thought he was going to have a brain apoplexy. Or spontaneously combust into candy, either one.

Then he started laughing, to her surprise. This scared her more than if he would have started yelling or staying silent, for he didn't seem like the "Haha lol, you just totaled my bike, LAWL" sort of person. The chuckle died abruptly in his throat and his head snapped up. His eyes were blue balls of FIYA.

He stood up, wrapped his fingers around her wrist and began to drag Sora towards his dead mo-mo-cicle. She didn't protest. It was either him or the many devil puppies roaming around with their spandex wearing, david-bowie like owners.

A/N: TA-DA~

Getting late so this is breif. Like, love, or hate it I'd LOVE to know. Like seriously. If you really don't want to review just e-mail or something.

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