Sorry for the lack in updating, I've been playing DBZ: Budokai Tenkaichi 2. Addicting game really.

Vincent: Not half as addicting as FFX, you played that for four days st-

Ductapes Vincent's mouth shut Quiet you!

Cid: He don't own &, about FF7, Advent Children, All he gots is the clothes on his back. Hey, do you even own this computer?

Chapter 4: Reunion (The good kind)

Cloud walked into the bar, at around 3 A.M. He sat at the bar, and looked at his arm. The stigma was gone, but he still experienced pain in his arm at times. He flexed it experimentally but nothing happened. He sighed and looked around, thinking of the times when Avalanche was still fighting the Shinra Corporation, and he was still playing the part of the Ex-Soldier.

"Cloud? Is that you?" came Tifa's voice from upstairs.

"Yeah." He replied, getting off of the barstool. He walked upstairs and found a sleepy Tifa looking back at him from the doorway to their bedroom.

"I'm glad your back," she said sleepily, smiling and cracking a smile.

"Me too." He replied, wrapping his arms around her waist and carrying her back into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him.

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Vincent arrived late that morning, his car he had left at the ferry, opting to walk the rest of the way. Tifa greeted him like she greeted everyone, a smile, a wave, and a small 'hey' before continuing on with her task. Vincent nodded his hello, and nodded to Cloud as well who had been cleaning dishes behind the bar. Vincent walked up to the room where he normally stayed and set his small suitcase down. He turned around, and headed back downstairs to get a drink.

Red and Cait Sith arrived that night, covered in snow. Cait had frozen, as he didn't generate much heat, and Red was steaming. They had bags with gifts in them, which required some thawing, so they sat next to the fire with Cait. Red however, immediately curled up on the carpet by the door, and was asleep in a matter of minutes.

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The next morning was an eventful one, as it was December 20th, the last day that the bar was open before they closed until the new year. People all wanted either a last good drink, or a last look at Tifa before the new year. Even though she was married, people still constantly hit on her.

"Hey baby, was your daddy a thief?" One patron asked her, he still trying to keep his balance on the stool. Tifa shook her head no, and returned to cleaning the glass she was wiping with a rag.

"He must've beeen," the man slurred, "'cause he hic stole the stars outta the sky an' put 'em in your eyes."

Tifa shook her head and smiled, laughing slightly, "I think you've had one too many Sander, go home to your wife and kids."

With the help of his buddies, he left the bar, but right before, everyone could hear him start to blubber, and then the inevitable "I love you man!"

"I don't know how you stand these people," Vincent said behind her, he had been helping all day, stacking glasses and mixing drinks.

"You learn to ignore them and just brush them off," Tifa replied, handing the glass to him to be put away."

"I don't have the patience, that last man wouldn't have been able to finish his sentence were it me he was speaking to."

Tifa patted his shoulder and turned her head to the door as whistles of approval rippled throughout the room. In had walked Yuffie, who immediately turned bright red. Cid walked in right after her, a cigarette burning in his mouth. He waved to everyone, and hurriedly escorted her behind the bar.

"Your turn," Vincent said to Cid, before taking Yuffie upstairs to her room.

"Hmph, man don't get a single #& break around here." Cid grumbled, looking up as whistles shot through the room again when Shera walked in. "Hey!" He roared, jumping the bar counter and up to his wife, "She's taken!" Shera smiled and made a show amidst laughter or disappointed grumbles as she was too escorted to the stairs. She walked up them, and saw Yuffie leaning on Vincent as he carried her bags to her room.

"I just can't get over that airsickness," she heard Yuffie say.

"It's alright," Vincent replied, opening the door for her.

"I wish I weren't so much trouble to you Vinnie." She said before she walked in, using the pet name she had picked out for him years ago. The mention of the pet name brought out memories that had occurred over two years ago.

Vincent was sitting with his back to the fire, his pistol in pieces before him. Yuffie watched as he methodically picked each piece up, wiped it clean with a wet rag, and then lightly lubricated it and put the weapon together again, the slide rocking forward as he rammed the magazine home.

Yuffie got up and walked over to him, she sat down and said "My watch Vinnie," she noticed him jump slightly at the nickname, before he shook his head.

"I'll take your watch," he replied, glancing over at her.

"You didn't like me calling you Vinnie, did you?" She asked, frowning slightly.

"I'm not used to it," he replied, holstering his weapon.

"Sorry," she said quickly.

"I didn't say that I didn't like it." He finished, looking outwards towards the horizon.

"Okay, but it's still my watch." She said.

"I'll take it." He replied, brushing a strand of hair out of his eyes.

"How about we both take it?" she asked, her nervousness about being alone and awake in the dead of night starting to disappear.

"Do you get nervous Yuffie?" He asked, turning his head towards her.

"I uh… well you see… Yeah I do." She said, blushing.

"Don't be," he replied, looking back outwards, "I'll protect you."

Reminiscing? Chaos' voice cut through Vincent's memory and brought him back to reality.

No. Just remembering.

She's talking to you.

"Vinnie?" Yuffie asked, looking at him.

"What? Yes?" He asked, starting slightly.

"You were talking to him weren't you?" She said, curiosity coming in her eyes.

"Him?" Vincent asked, perplexed.

"Chaos," she answered, still staring at him.

"How did you know?" He asked, deciding to not keep it a secret.

"Your eyes…" she said, "they get hazy and unfocused."

"Oh," Vincent said, still shocked.

Well if she didn't think I was a freak before she does now.

Hah! You do have feelings for her!

I never said that.

You implied it.

I never implied that either.

You're such a liar.

Looking at the pot calling the kettle black.

After that Chaos fell silent, allowing Vincent a moment. With a sigh Vincent turned around and walked back to his room, thinking deeply. Then, with a snap of his fingers, he walked outside, and headed to the nearest general store.

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Hah! Now you have to live without knowing what it is he's getting!

Wendy: You are a sadist, you know that?

Me: So? Vincent's a masochist. EMO BOY!

Vincent: sob IT'S TRUE/wrist

Me: Jk… I love you vinnie pats head

Attention: I do not think Vincent Valentine is Emo, Vincent is in fact my Fav FFVII character, I just like cracking jokes.