Disclaimer: Yet again we write this. Oi? I'm still broke and still looking for a new car, boo. :/ Ah well here we go! Newp newp, Rea does not nor will she ever own any rights to FF7 unless you count the fact that she plays the game way, way, way, way too much. Ah well. Oh yeah, the grammar police did not stop by they just wave me on through because I'm special... yeah, in the head. On with my other stuff.

Chaotic Angel7- NO KIDDING? Yuffie is I swear always macking on him only doesn't know it. It's like her body is just honed in on copping a feel that she does it without noticing. But, hey with him looking as yummy as he does why not?

GeEKy-nERd - Cloud gets -20 due to not being aware that it was April Fools and Yuffie was back in town. Chocobo head was rather sloooow on the up take, neh? Yuffie gets the ten points for getting him wet. Cid is Cid so when ever she gets him it's an add on because he blows it up way out of proportion. Who doesn't like seeing him all hyped up? Yuffie is in for a surprise this chapter. :o Gasp! Good or bad we will see. Nyuk Nyuk.

Snipergal7- He really is just a man you cannot see acting rather... well... manly, scratch that more meathead. Ya'know the type that passes gas in bed then pulls the covers over your head so you take a big whiff. Ha! Though that would be something comical. I'm trying so very hard to keep him in character. ...and I have to say after your review I got back from work and sat down on the computer to type out this latest chapter. So hope ya like it. Thanks for commenting and giving me the drive that I need to carry on. :D

What happened last chapter...?

Yuffie got it in her pretty little head that she was going to put Kool-Aid in the shower head of the boy's bathroom. Yes in my story I have a boys bathroom and a girls bathroom considering the fact that Tifa would need a few hours of primp time to look her best while Yuffie tends to just roll out of bed and don on what ever it is that is clean. Only the downfall is instead of getting Vincent like she had planned she ends up getting Cid when he stays over for the night. Talk about an oopsie. Chaos ensues while she runs around the bar cops a couple feels towards a certain chimney of a pilot and stoic gunman. Though I think that she feels up Vincent on purpose. That's just me saying. Now... onto the next round. Round four. Fight! Err... I mean. ... Go? Whatever. Read on. Like it? Thanks. Don't? Blame Snipergal7 for it. ;) KIDDING!

Round four. The One with the Booze.

'It's brilliant. Brilliant. Brilliant!' She chimes while arms stretch way up in the air and she silently cackles. Oh this is going to be good. Only tee minus four more hours left in the 'day' and this has to be the best idea yet. Though, Yuffie tends to think that every idea that she ever comes up with is the quote ' best idea yet' end quote. Narcissist much, hm? Ah well... moving on. She begs Tifa to let her bartend the rest of the night letting the lovesick couple make all kinds of babies upstairs. Yuck. Shiver. Shiver. Again, err, hm. Moving on...

She squeaks while working on rubbing down the rest of the countertops before working on drying glasses. 'Look busy! Look busy, Yuffie!'

As she fumbles with her task at hand she notices the red cloaked gunman swooping down the stairs. Yes she did believe that he swooped. Only girls should have that kind of grace yet here he comes into the room making her look all kinds of bad. Grumble. 'Not bitter.' She mumbles letting words catch in her mouth while she continues on acting like she doesn't see him.

A swoosh of his cloak sounds letting the ninja know that he is indeed in the room and sitting at the counter nearest to her.

"Place is closed." She grunts.

"Yuffie." He says letting her name roll of his tongue sending shivers down her spine. Seems he has been saying her name a lot today, not that she minds it... nor does she not deserve it since usually it's attached to something she just so happened to do to him or attempted to do to him.

"Hm?" She turns her head looking over to him before carrying on with the mindless task.

"It is only eight o'clock."

"Hm? And?" She responds moving onto the next glass in the row.

"...and the bar closes at one."

"So I closed it early. Point?"

"Five hours early?" He states letting his voice raise just slightly at the end of his question.

"S'not like we are going to get a lot of business any how..."

Just then a loud knock sounds through the empty bar.

"Heee~ey! What the fuck, yo? Where's the booze? N' why the fuck you closing down so early for?" Another thud was given while the old wood groans under the pressure.

"Shut it ya Turkey! Go get yer booze elsewhere. The place is closed." She snaps back placing the now dried glasses back.

"... you ... err... DAMN IT! Open up! No one will take my credit, yo! Tifa says that..."

"Tifa isn't working tonight! Shove off!" After a few moments of silence a loud thunk is heard outside.

"Well I'm not leaving!" As if she could only picture him now huffing on the other side of the door acting like a spoiled child. Yuffie takes this time to giggle and jerk her head back to Vincent's ever silent form.

"Psst." She says standing up onto her tiptoes so she could get just a little bit closer to him. "Wanna..." She whispers. "Go for a walk?"

He's had about enough peace and quiet that one man could get... at least for this day. Seems his mind has been elsewhere. Rereading the book again or well... only getting to about the second chapter or so before all thoughts turned back to her, Yuffie. The certain ninja, spitfire, ball of never ending 'fun', Yuffie. Yuffie and her long legs. Yuffie and her tiny waist that his hands just crave to wrap around. Yuffie and those raven locks of hair that he aches to touch. Seems as though even when she's not in the same room his body misses the girl, no not a girl... the woman that she has become. Try as he may to forget that fact she always ends up rubbing it in his face or certain other parts of his body. So close he came to just kissing her today. Twice now, no three times. So close yet still he denies himself the satisfaction, feeling that he can not taint something so pure as her. Yuffie, the White Rose of Wutai.

So Vincent does what those pesky Vincents do best and they mope and they sulk and they read then reread same damn chapter before he goes to clean his gun, literally. No, not like that you pervert. Tsk tsk. This story is rated T for teen. Hey, Death Penalty was in desperate need of a good clean and not like he would be leaving his room for a while, might as well make the best of it... err hm... yeah.

A few hours, many clean weapons, organized materia and rearranged room later Vincent pops out for a night cap. Yeah, it's only eight and not like he really needs his sleep, but there was only so much he can do in a day to try and keep his mind off other not so pure thoughts of one loveable ninja. So down the stairs he goes into the den of the tiger so to speak. Vincent was face to face, err... rather face to back with the one person he so hoped would be else where... plotting more tricks that he could try to avoid. Uh huh. 'Well, shit.' He thinks to himself while moving himself forward without realizing it. Gold tipped boots gracefully make no noise while he sneaks up behind her, though she knows. He doesn't know how she knows that he is there, but she knows. The noticeable tense shoulders for a moment before they slack and she continues to clean the murky glasses.

Lips move to form words only to find that she beats him to it.

"Place is closed." Ah ha. That makes sense. Yuffie asks for the night on and closes down the bar oh, what? Five hours early? Pfft...Tifa may not be pleased with this one.

They banter back and forth for a few before someone so rudely interrupts. Fucking Turk. Vincent shoots a death glare from his perch at the bar towards the closed and very locked door. Only to find that Yuffie has moved from her side of the bar and closer to him then he remembered. Should he not remember when she moved? Or was she simply getting good at this ninja stuff? A slight snort was given, more like an intake of breath abruptly, to the idea of calling her training simply 'stuff' oh Yuffie would snap if she could here what he was thinking. Then again if she was in his head she would know all the interesting little thoughts that seem to be plaguing his mind as of late.

"Ahem. I said... do you want to go for a walk?" She coos batting those long lashes up his way. Storm colored eyes lock onto his garnet while that devious looking smile forms on her angelic face. Oh, she was up to something he could tell. But the million gil question is will he rise to the occasion? You bet your bottom gil he will…

Several quiet moments later the two find themselves at the a few miles away at the beach with the full moon high in the sky above them. It was perfect, at least for her. They always seem to fall into a kind of dance with unspoken words, both able to read the others body language. Utterly perfect, too bad she has to ruin it… once a prankster always one. Vincent moves to place the quilt down upon the sand while Yuffie simple stands there staring at the waters edge.

"Vincent?" She asks placing the wicker basket down and slips off her shoes so that her bare feet could dig into the sand.

"Yes, Yuffie." He answers plucking off his own cloak and laying it beside him. She turns and looks to him taking the time to soak up everything that is Vincent here and now… with her. She misses him when he is gone on another mission, or when he sneaks back into that cave to be with his now dead ex lover. She never lets anyone realize how much her heart hurts when he isn't around. Maybe this is why she wanted to play with him, err, rather pull pranks on him. Childish way of getting him to notice her more. To see her the way she wants to be seen, by him.

"I'm glad your back." There she says it. Simple as that, right? Cheeks turn a nice rosy hue all on their own while she turns once more away and sits next to him in awkward silence.

"…" He's shocked a little by her statement. Rather silly of him now to be avoiding her all afternoon only to find himself with her in the evening, but, it just feels right. "I'm glad that I'm back too." Half turned smile shows upon his face while his shoulder moves lower knocking into the embarrassed ninja.

"Hm. Good." She states before swatting him playfully. "Now onto the reason why I brought you out here!" She cackles quickly lightening the heavy mood and turning over to grab an object in the basket. "Here!" She grins holding up a rather large bottle of alcohol.

"You… want to get me drunk?" He asks raising one slender eyebrow to her.

"Pfft. You wish. No, I wanted to say sorry for my actions today."

"I see." As she shoves the bottle into his hands and pulls out two glasses out of no where. Yeah, that and see how well he can handle a little bit of Wutai's finest bottle of liquid fire.

Two bottles later and the ninja can't even form her own sentences anymore. No inner monologue for her either.

"I can't feel my tongue!" She says while trying to touch her tongue to her nose. Slowly the tongue moves around in circles while she sits there cross-eyed in amazement as to why she couldn't feel her tongue. "It's moving… but I can't feel it!"

"Yuffie. I think you have had enough." He states trying to pull the bottle away. Really, he didn't want this to happen. He just thought that switching drinks on her when she wasn't looking was for his own benefit. Seems as though he was right.

"Ha! Vinnie! I know how to handle my own liquor…" She burped out. Letting a little bit more drink spill out of her cup while she dramatically flailed it around. Trying to prove a point.

"…Right." Crimson eyes peer into her grey ones while she chuckles more. Her hands quickly lose interest in the cup dropping it onto the blanket below while her fingers reach up and gingerly grasp his headband.

"Ooo… look I'm Vincent!" She howls tugging it off and slipping it into her hair over her own grey headband.

"Yuffie. Please give it back."

"No."

"I need it for my hair."

"No." Hey, she was childish not intoxicated what makes him think that she wouldn't be childish while under the influence.

"Please." He asks again.

"Fiii~ine." She whines before tugging off her own headband and tossing it into his lap. "Here. Take mine!" She purrs while continuing tying up his in her hair.

"…" Hands grip the worn in fabric as he just looks down at the material. It was as personal to her as his headband is to him. It's like a part of her body… here… in his lap.

"Let me help you." She grabs it slightly brushing a finger or two against his upper thigh while she hobbles around behind him to place her headband on him. "There. All pretty." She giggles playing with his hair, running long fingers through before they seem to get caught in a mass of tangles. "Geez, Vince. When was the last time you brushed?"

"… this morning" He grumbles not sure if he likes the attention that she is giving him or if he doesn't.

"Don't be pissy." She swats the back of his skull while she shoves her head closer to his. Cheeks pressed to cheeks while her hands tug and pull at his long locks. His raven strands pulled up around her head as she sighs to herself.

"…what are you doing?" He inquires trying to keep still. Drunk Yuffie seems to have the attention span of a gnat so maybe in a few second she will forget that she's tugging on his hair.

"Trying to see what I would look like with longer hair…" She states as she continues to pull it over.

"Would you not need a mirror for that?"

"OH RIGHT?" She screams jumping up and walking back to bar currently forgetting that she still has his hair in her hands. Few more attempts to move fail as she glances down her arm towards the mane of thick black hair in her hands. "Whooa…"

"Please let go, Yuf-" She tugs more before realizing that the hair is still attached to the gunman.

"Oops?" She beams before plopping back into her seat beside him. "Sorry, Vinnie." She hiccups.

Vincent doesn't say anything else but looks up at the sky and the starry night. He will not look at his hair when they leave. He will not look at his hair. …Fuck it. He will. He knows that he will. The one thing that he does take pride in is his hair. Now it's all kinds of messed up, and he will not pout about this. 'Yuffie's being dreadfully quiet.' He turns his eyes slightly watching her only to be met with big grey doe eyes.

"…?"

"Let's go for a swim!"

"…!"

She doesn't even stop to hear him as she bumbles over towards the surf. "Ooo… cold!" Placing feet in the water before hopping back some to start pulling her shirt over her head. Coordination while under the influence wasn't her best then again coordination under the best of times wasn't always a good thing. Ninja or not, she still had more moments of being a klutz then anyone else in their circle of friends.

"Oof… ow!" She howls while working the top off letting Vincent have a nice view of her slender back.

"Yuffie. I do not think this is the best idea."

"Pfft. Vincent just doesn't want to have fun," She coos before successfully taking off her top. "Ha! Or he can't swim!" Fingers work quickly at the button of her pants while he just stares at her in shock. "Eureka!" She squeals before sliding those short shorts down thighs and stepping out of them. There she stood in the moonlight with only her undergarments on and a huge smile. She turns to go test the water a bit more before she feels a hand pulling her back.

"Yuffie come on…" He tugs finally capable of moving.

"Nooo~oo. I want to swim." She whines trying to tug her hand back. Seeing as he had an iron grip on her wrist a sober Yuffie would see that this was useless. Hell, a sober Yuffie might not have stripped to just her boycut red undies and white and red stripped almost see through bra. Tug. Tug. Tugtug. She grunts and snarls up at him while he just stares at her.

"No. You're coming with me." He says as he starts to pull her away from the surf.

"Where too? Gonna drag me to your room?" She snaps while pulling back the opposite way. In shock, once again his grip lessens and Yuffie being Yuffie takes advantage of it. Slipping her tiny wrist out of his hold and making a break for the water.

"Eeee!" She charges towards the water only to be bombarded by something in red. With a roll of motion when the two collided they were sent spiraling down to the soft sand below. "Oof." She huffs before shoving his heavy form up. "Ow…"

"I said. No, Yuffie." He shakes letting his voice sink deeper while he grips her tighter. His body took most of the impact but with the roll he somehow ended up on top of her with an arm up supporting his weight so he doesn't crush her. "We are going now. You are drunk and need to sleep it off."

"Am not." Huff.

"Are too." He points out.

"Am… not." She rises to the occasion lifting her head up almost to his. Both kind of realizing the placement they have found themselves.

"…" He gulps quickly upon realizing that she is moving her lips up to his. Almost if waiting for him too…

Next thing he knows is that her eyes roll up into her head and she falls back to the floor snoring lightly.

"…Yuffie?" He shakes her with his one hand while nothing happens. 'Damn.'

They reach the bar a little after ten at night. They meaning Vincent somehow managing to hold a basket, blanket, Yuffie's clothes and Yuffie in both hands. Not like she was much to handle or anything like that, asleep that is. Awake is a whole 'nother monster. An inward groan is given when Vincent realizes that Reno is still sitting on the front step. Why didn't he think to go around the back again? As if Vincent thinking his name did Reno look up from his sulking. 'Is that what I look like when I'm moping?' He wonders to himself.

"Hey, Vamp. What'cha got there?" Reno stands up and checks out the lump in Vincent's hands.

"Nothing. Just a drunk ninja."

"Yuffie? Shit, yo… Why is she in a blanket…?" He stops and glares up at the dark man.

"She was cold."

"And in your arms?"

"She was tired."

Just then Yuffie just has to move some letting a slip of the blanket reveal a creamy white leg attached to a silky thigh followed by very seductive groan.

"And … naked…?"

"…." Vincent says before shifting Yuffie up more and shoving the basket of still unopened bottles Reno's way. Opening the door and attempting to lock it before the Turk slips in only to find that with the added weight still lost him precious moments and the fucking Turk was in the bar. 'Can my night get any better?' He grumbles.

Vincent places Yuffie into the nearest booth while he wonders over towards the red-head.

"Bar's close. Leave."

"Sure. Just after one drink."

"I gave you…" Both sets of eyes turn towards Yuffie as she sighs again and moves. Blanket forgotten for moments as both males watch the cloth fall to the side revealing an almost naked woman. No mistaking her for a child with those curves…

Both eyes follow the up her form starting with toes all the way up to her face. Stopping along the way to view those nicely toned legs that seemed to run for miles, even though she was short her legs took up half her body and both men wondered what it would be like to have those legs wrapped around them or bent and placed upon their shoulders. Grazing along her soft belly upward towards pert breasts covered in a thin layer of red and white lace. The newly exposed flesh shivered causing her body to rise to a peak. Both men then realized the other one was still there and turned back to each other.

"Leave now." Vincent coughs out.

"Hey… can't a man…"

"No. Leave."

"…" Vincent didn't like seeing the lust filled eyes of the Turk looking at the woman before them. Fingers grabbed the back of his hair and pulled leading him away from the drunk ninja towards the door.

"Goodbye." Vincent says before chucking Reno out the door and slamming it shut.

Fuming by this point Vincent hurries up and stomps over towards the sleeping ninja placing the blanket back over her before picking her back up. He climbs the stairs two at a time and is about to turn down the hall when he hears Cloud calling him.

"Vincent?" He asks slightly weary of the death glare in his friend's eyes.

"Hn." He responds back before shoving Yuffie into Cloud's arms. "Here. Take her back to her room." He says as he walks further down the hall bypassing his own room.

"…" Cloud just watches with a baffled look.

Yes, Vincent is in need of a shower. A very cold shower…

Yes, Vincent is in need of a shower. A very cold shower…