'Kay, I don't remember if I put in a disclaimer or not, so here goes: I don't own ANYTHING to do with FF7, Squeenix, or the characters in this story that appear in any of the games. Kapeesh?

Once they were outside, they walked towards an alleyway, Yuffie's arm still looped around Vincent's shoulders. To the casual observer they appeared to be a simple couple, taking a shortcut home.
Casual observers are clueless.

Time to give myself an advantage, Vincent thought. He wasn't above cheating, not when his life was at stake. Slowly, his hand slid through the air, nearing the stake in Yuffie's back pocket.
Unfortunetly for him, Yuffie's bare middriff and lower-middle back felt something brush by- he hadn't suspected that the whore getup had any practical use.
"Honey, I know you like my bum, but hands off." She said loudly, and Vincent's hand withdrew quickly, like a retreating snake. And, just to be safe, she switched the stake to her other pocket.
Damn, thought Vincent, eyes narrowing. He was getting more than a little frustrated with the Slayer Girl.
I'll make sure to hit her a few times before sucking her blood out, He consoled himself, although he knew he'd regret any extra violence. He didn't like hurting anyone any more than was absolutely necessary.

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"Vincent, wake up."

He felt numb, so numb.
"Vincent, pet, up."
No, not numb. The numbness was leaving.
He wanted it back.
"Vincent, I said get up."
The numbness was no more, giving way to an excruciating burn under his skin, in his blood, in his brain, Oh God, he'd do anything just to make it go away go away go awaygoawaygoawayawayaway-

Black.
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Yuffie, on the other hand, was going through tactics in her head. Although she didn't know it, she had an advantage- she knew the area, while he was a newcomer. She'd walked the alleyway every night for months, and she knew precisely where even the rotting apple cores and rusty coke cans lay.
Vincent, well... he knew diddly-squat.

They entered the dirty old alleyway, and Vincent had to make a split-second assessment of his surroundings.
Dirty. Garbage can by the left wall, walls are made of brick, lamp-post at the end of the alley-
Yuffie made the first move, mostly out of impatience and and itch to punch something. He hadn't expected her to strike so soon. Most Slayers were instructed to never make the first move.
Stop being a blasted idiot and start fighting instead of underestimating her, he told himself, and retaliated.
She'd punched him in the nose, and he'd heard a crack. She'd probably broken it, but it didn't matter. He'd heal soon enough.
He tripped her, and she shot back up like a weed on steroids.
Odd thing to compare a Slayer to, He thought absently, and then cursed himself and focused on his fighting.

They exchanged blows rapidly, each trying to gain the upper hand. Whoever was forced to the floor or a wall first was dead.

And then Yuffie scraped her knee.

The sweet, coppery scent of blood wafted into the night air, and Vincent responded to the smell almost immediatly. His pupils shrank, eyes glowing brighter red in the darkening alley, and he snarled. Yuffie frowned. He charged.
It was a stupid move, as it turned out. She saw it coming, and leaped out of the way, propelling herself to the wall like she could fly. She hit the wall with her sneakers, forcing herself at Vincent with a split-second push. She ended up crashing into his chest, knocking him to the ground. By all rules, he should have been dead.

Instead, he looked into her eyes, and he looked into hers. Red and brown irises reflected each other, and time stood still. Her stake was raised, quivering, just an inch above his unbeating heart.

Wind and darkness straining
Eyes and souls and minds connecting
Life sustaining
A balance correcting-...
Why can't I remember the rest of the poem? Yuffie thought, as she stared into the eyes of the enemy.
And why am I remembering that stupid old thing anyways?

Vincent stared back, waiting for her to kill him. He didn't look scared, or even sad. He looked like he'd accepted what was to come.
And for some reason, it made her stop.
Fight back, damnit, she urged him silently, eyes wide.
Just kill me already, he replied, and then they realized that they could hear each other's thoughts.

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Yeah, I have no idea where this is going. I'll figure it out eventually.