Disclaimer: Really? Do we have to do this every time for every single chapter that I write, huh? Fine! I, Rea, sadly do not own anything other than the subject of this story and the poor grammar. It came to me in a dream and it's something totally that Yuffie would do to Vincent. So… alas, I do not own anything and it makes Rea a very sad, sad panda.
super-calisto- Ha! I like your style! Hmm… Vincent rather drunk would be amusing to see. I'll keep that in mind for the next chapter. Glad you liked it.
Isabella and me- It's more like -20 for not suspecting Yuffie on the first of April since she always seems to target him in the previous years. I know? Totally just want Vincent to just grab her and lay one on her. We will see though, no?
GeEKy-nERd- Thanks luv, it was a beautiful wedding. My father made all of us sisters cry by singing… and who wouldn't want to see Vincent wet. Mmmpfft. Talk about yum. Ha! That's okay. I'm not real good with pranks either.
Chaotic Angel7- There is just something between the two that you just can't help but love. They seem to complete each other in every way possible. He is her lobster so to speak.
Snipergal7- Ha ha. I'm a sucker for a man in water. Really totally am. Then again I'm a sucker for a nice back, toned chest with the hip bones. Rarr. Thanks luv, I am glad you like it.
Music Lover Always- Hee. Thank you! Glad that you like it. Anything you want to see happen to poor Vincent, just let me know. I want to bring this out a little bit more than simply four parts.
Autumn's Fire- Really? You fell right out of your chair? Hope you didn't hurt yourself, but I'm glad that my humor is not lost on people.
mr. lau- I'm a firm believer that his cool and calm behavior is simply that… a façade. He's not that suave no man is. Or well, no man that I've met. Ha. I'm glad you like it.
NinjaSheik- You don't tell them, eh? Hm. I can see that, I hardly ever tell people when my birthday is. Thanks for all the comments on my stories luv!
See, I do read your comments! I just don't always have the ability to respond right away. Totally in need of having cable at my own apartment, that's still on my to-do list along with a new car, new apartment and a couch. I'll get it… sooner or later. I hope. Where we left off was Yuffie spraying poor Vincent with water in yet ANOTHER practice joke. Poor Vincent is without a shirt while Yuffie was left flabbergasted at the boldness of him. Guess he just needed the right push to start flirting. Then again she did end up getting Cloud as well. Go Yuffie! Now onto what we've been waiting for… round three.
Round Three. The One With the Kool-Aid.
'This is going to take the cake!' Our brightly colored ninja says while screwing back in the shower head. Tongue sticking out part way while she concentrates on the task at hand turning the shower head on tighter. If she didn't know any better, which she probably doesn't, she would say that this was the best prank ever. Not only will she get him wet again, which is a sight in itself, but maybe even get him painted a different color too. We'll see.
The stealth girl cackles silently while she hops off the stool and collects all of her things. 'Stool? Check. Packet wrappers? Check. Various tools used to jimmy the lock on the men's bath room? Check. Leaving behind any evidence that I was in here?' Stormy grey eyes flash around before her while she backtracks. 'Check.' She smiles slowly before fumbling with the door. Hey, it's not easy to carry a wooden stool that weighs more than half her weight and crumpled up packets of Kool-Aid. She keeps lugging the blasted wooden piece around the next corner when… WHAM! She faceplants right into a hard chest. Gulp. 'Please let this not be who I think it is…' Fingers let go of the heavy stool while hands rise up to touch the form in front of her. 'I'm not looking… I'm not looking. Please let it not be Vinnie.' Her hands graze over somewhat toned chest and move downward over a rather round belly. 'Hm. Vinnie getting too many cookies?'
"What the fuck, Brat? Of all things good and holy hell?" 'Phew. It's only Cid. Uh oh.' Hands drop immediately while rosy cheeks form. 'Eeew! I totally just felt up Cid!'
"Cid?" She screams before stuffing the packets quickly into her pockets. Huh, pockets, now why didn't she think of that before she exited the bathroom. 'Oh shit! The tool kit. He's gonna know that I broke into something and alert the others… it will ruin my plan. My perfect plan!' While the foul mouth pilot hops on one foot trying to hold onto the other she makes a quick move to stuff the wrapped up tools behind her back and into the waist band of those short shorts. 'Perfect.' She beams before looking forward to the elder man.
"Damn, Brat. The fuck you got that thing for?" He screams at her while stomping his sore foot back down trying to hid the fact that in doing so only made it hurt more. Did she see tears in his eyes? Cocky pilot letting a little ol' wooden stool get the better of him, eh? Brow wiggles while she confesses, well, sorta.
"Well, I'm short." She nods satisfactory.
"Short?" He repeats.
"Yeah. Duh. I wanted to get something."
"Next time…" He starts between a drag of the cancer stick. 'Now, that is skill that he can talk and scream with it never falling. Sidetrack. Anyways!' "Just ask…" He blows the smoke out his nose and into her face.
"Geez Grandpa. It's just a stool. Toughen up, neh?" She smirks before she runs out of the line of fire.
"Grandpa? COME HERE BRAT!" He starts off giving chase while she skips out of the hall and into the safety of her room.
Maybe now he could get some peace and quiet at last. Though he is starting to suspect that a certain ninja has her eyes on pulling pranks on him, call him crazy but twice in one day is starting to form a bit of a pattern. He shrugs then picks back up his book that he dropped on the floor when she screamed for him. Outside in the hallway he heard Cid and Yuffie getting into it so he thought that it would be best to stay inside just a while longer so that he can avoid her. Twice in one day… He places the book back upon the bookshelf while he moves over to the closet empty say for his last shirt. He sighs some.
He smiles slightly. Yes there was a curve twisted upward on the sides of his mouth that could be considered a smile of sorts. Either that or he had gas. .. Kidding. Vincent Valentine doesn't pass gas. Then again this really could be the best time to escape his room. Considering the fact that Cid seems to be doing a rather good job holding the frisky ninja at bay, maybe now would be the best time. Oh holy hell, as Cid would say… he makes his break for it. Shifting his feet he places his only other shirt on and makes a bee line towards the door. Opening it and glancing back down the hall where he sees Cid banging on Yuffie's door. 'Okay. The coast is clear.' He makes his way out of his room and locks it, noting the fact that if she really wanted to get into his room, she would. Eh, at least all his materia is locked away, hopefully…
Strolling down the stairs he exits the building and goes out towards the supermarket area, though he hates with a fiery passion public places at least it saves him from coming up with something else to do. All those pesky thoughts about Yuffie can be put on the back burner while he wonders around for a few hours.
Yuffie groans to herself while Cid continues his long winded explanation about why he is indeed not a 'grandpa' in many different and graphic ways that Yuffie totally didn't want to know. 'Old perv.' She thinks to herself while she strolls over to her bed and grabs Vincent's somewhat damp shirt. Letting the soft fabric glide over her nimble fingers then raises it up to her nose to smell. Yep, still smells like him. She giggles before tugging it onto her person and wonders over towards the window. Might as well make an escape from Cid. Damn stupid pilot, see these are the reasons she doesn't play any kind of tricks on him. Well, some of the time. Hey, it's what she is programmed to do. To get under almost everyone's skin and see how far she could push a person. Cid, just seems to excel at getting pissed off and she likes giving the old man a sudo-heartattack. 'Keeps him young, no?' She thinks.
With a leap she slips out of her second story window and onto the soft padded grass below. Tada! Nimble Yuffie at it again.
"Great the wind just happens to pick up and me without my coat." She grunts before wrapping the button down shirt around her body once more and trudging off towards the market area. Cid is rather long winded and who knows how long he will continue on. Mental images not withstanding while Yuffie shudders at the thought. "Ick."
Vincent makes his way along the pathways weaving in and out of the traffic of people before noticing a very familiar black shirt bouncing down the sidewalks. Eyebrows rise up while he watches a certain ball of energy bounce down towards the materia shop. Thin lips form an "O" while he continues to stare her down. 'Wonder what she is up to.' With a shrug of his shoulders he follows suit and steps into the shop moving into the corners simply watching her.
Thankfully his normal red cloak still hung up in his room letting him somewhat blend into the crowd and not stick out like the preverbal sore thumb. Vincent notices how the ninja girl, scratch that, lady lets her finger tips wonder simply grazing the wooden shelves while she browses the materia. He gazes at her in awe of her silent movements showing the grace that he so rarely sees catching the Yuffie now woman instead of the girl that he is trying so hard to remember. Was she always this graceful?
Those long legs toned by endless workouts and spars with friends did wonders for her. Hips widen just right while her waist stayed the same, he even bets that he could almost wrap his whole hand around that waist... Wait a moment. Back the train up here. This is Yuffie we are talking about. Yuffie. Not Lucrecia…
Garnet eyes wonder over those long lethal limbs of hers before finding that angelic face watching the solitude that has by the simple things in life. Window browsing in particular. Vincent rather envies that fact. He has found a sheer distaste for almost everything outside of his group of friends, he loathes going out and shopping, hence why he only has two shirts. Let's not even get him started on pants. If those leather ones go he is going to be shit out of luck.
Yuffie smiles to herself before slipping out of the shop and moving further into the market square. Vincent follows suit and keeps a close tab on the girl while she wonders into a men's clothing store. He starts to inside only to find that it was rather small and no way could blend in and not have her notice him. Eh, might as well wait this one out.
Moments later she emerges with bags in hand. Curious to find out what she could have possibly purchased inside he decides to make his move. Slipping between an elderly couple on a walk towards the park he steps until he is in front of her.
"Nice shirt." He says in strictly monotone voice trying hard to not amusement show.
"Hn?" She stops and cranks her head back to look at him.
"I said…" He leans in closer. Guess he can't help being near her and doing things that he shouldn't be doing. "Nice shirt."
She snorts before answering. "I know a great shop. Closet de'Vincent." She beams before shoving the bag full of newly purchased clothing his way. "You can't have it back." She sticks her tongue out before bouncing back along finding her way further into the market.
Vincent just stands there wondering what just happened. His head turns down to look at the brown back in his hands. 'She bought me clothes?' He smirks a little before looking back towards where the ninja ran off too. 'Huh.'
Oh, she noticed him alright. How could she not? Even without his cloak she could always pinpoint where he was. In the materia shop, in the corner sulking more like it wondering if she was going to steal now. Ha. Did she show him. Besides this was her time to get away from him and he was suppose to be inside taking a Kool-Aid shower.
But it did give her an idea. So there she was inside the clothing store looking for different kinds of clothes for him. Things that she knows he would never pick out for himself in a million years, but some things that he could wear and still feel comfortable in. Something that described him to a tee. The allure that is Vincent clad in only black or red was breathtaking, but he needed to get out of those colors. These colors were warmer, more inviting and if he wanted to he could totally blend into the crowd, with her help that is. Not that she would not be able to pick him out, oh no. Once a ninja always a ninja with her ever observant eyes taking in everything. From the license plate numbers of the four cars parked by the materia shop, every exits and escape routes she could take in an emergency and every potential threat, not that Vincent fell into the latter category, he was the one person in the market square that could take her down.
So she decided to play nice and act like she didn't notice him then stuffs his arms full of newly acquired clothing. See, she can be sweet, thoughtful, caring, and other nice things that girls are suppose to be made of.
"See ya Vince." She shouts back some distance away before making her roundabout way back to the bar.
For the moment she forgets her little trick and ponders the noticeable changes in his and hers relationship. Was it just her imagination or were the two flirting back and forth? Hm. Food for thought as she wonders back into Seventh Heaven giving a slight nod to Tifa behind the bar.
"Err… Yuffie." Tifa starts before all hell breaks loose.
"YUFFIE?" Cid screams storming down the stairs and towards the small woman. Yuffie noted the red colored onto of his hair, and face, and shoulders, and hands… Good gods and Sweet Leviathan! Her trick worked alright only on the wrong person. Ha! Oops?
"Cid?" She steps back and into a very sturdy yet soft door. Hands move behind her slipping behind her towards the knob only to find a loud cough come from behind. Seems as though Yuffie managed to grasp not a knob…
"Vincent!" She squeaks before letting go and falling forward towards a very enraged pilot. "Eep!" She grunts before slipping between the two people and back up into her room.
"I'LL FUCKING GET YOU, YOU FUCKING BRAT! DAMN IT ALL TO HELL! YOU STUPID BITCH… MOTHER… FUCKER… FUCK! MOVE OUT THE FUCKING WAY YOU FUCKING VAMPIRE WHILE I GO KICK THE SHIT OUT OF A CERTAIN DAMN NINJA!" Cid storms back up the stairs letting heavy boots clunk on every step. Yeah, this might be a good time to leave again…