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Red eyes… focus on those eyes Yuffie… stay with him… you can't make him hurt again…
"We aren't going to loose her, hand me that bottle." Cloud was worried; the ninja could hear it in his voice.
"Cloud," Tifa whispered, her voice sad and soothing.
"No! Not again… not again…" Yuffie felt a warm sensation as the swordsman poured the potion directly in the wound. She gasped, it hurt… She saw Vincent's eyes shoot over to Cloud, "What are you doing?" The gunman's voice was deeper, and held the edge of violence in it.
"Saving her life," came the blonde's strangled reply.
44 hours earlier…
"Ow! That hurts you brutish man! Get off of me, will you!" Yuffie Kisaragi was an unhappy lady, being that they were forced to stop two hours later. The chocobo had gotten spooked by a Marlboro, throwing both of its riders off its back. Cerberus had come out of its holster faster then Yuffie could blink, but in order to keep her safe, Vincent had covered her with his body. He was heavy though, and she was quite capable of defending herself, even if she'd hurt her leg in the fall. Her hands came to her ears as that deafening gun rang out with three, quick shots, then the monster stopped attacking. Only then did the ninja realize how close she was to him, his arm protectively holding her by the shoulders, cradling her to his chest. The cool metal of his claw was resting gently around her back, the points of his claw, pressing into the skin of her shoulder, not enough to hurt, but enough to excite. She looked up at Vincent, a soft heat was spreading through her body, manifesting as a gentle blush on her cheeks. The gunman was looking back at the Marlboro, his weapon still pointed at the thing. His expression was fierce; his brow knitted in concentration, his generous pout was now merely a thin line, his eyes flashed with intensity. Vincent Valentine had to be the sexiest man on the planet to a certain injured ninja being clutched to his chest.
Vincent looked down to the blushing girl in his arms, then realizing what he was doing. He let go, causing Yuffie to tumble back onto the ground, hitting her head on the rock under her. "Ouch! What the hell was that for? Are you at least a little worried that I'm hurt or something? Honestly, I always suffer!" She rubbed her head, messing up her hair, but she already felt a bump rising. He blinked, stowing Cerberus and moving a bit, looking at the back of her head. "No blood, you're fine…"
"Ugh, no sympathy at all, but why would I expect that from you anyway!" the small woman harrumphed and looked away, only to snap her head back when she felt his hand gently touch the inside of her thigh. "Hey you pervert!" She scowled at him, but then realized why her leg hurt so much. It was bleeding pretty badly; a large gash ran from the inside of her thigh to the top of her knee. That gentle heat started to localize a bit lower when he turned to retrieve his bag. Vincent came back with a first aid kit, and laid it down on a rock. He started to get all that he needed out and arranged it neatly on the ground near her leg. His claw gripped her calf, tightly, but not enough to hurt her, and he moved between her legs, draping hers across his lap. Oh gawd, oh gawd, Vincent is between my legs… did I shave yesterday, I hope I did… The heat in her loins only intensified as several thoughts ran through her mind, none of them proper for a young lady of her title. Though for a materia thief, they were pretty normal. She only blushed more as he slid his black glove off so he wouldn't bloody the leather, so his cool, soft fingers ran over her skin. She glanced up at him, his face was completely neutral, and he was obviously concentrating on ministering to the battered girl. Yuffie may have had sexually charged things going through her head, but Vincent was too worried about her injury to ruminate over physical trifles. Though, as he started to swab the area so it didn't get infected, he noticed her thigh clench up as she let out a hiss of pain, and realized her legs were very shapely now. He'd only remembered them being skinny, but the curve of her thigh, going into her new, curvy hips made him blush slightly. "Hold still, it won't hurt long. You don't want it getting infected."
"Oww Vinnie! You're completely heartless! That really hurts!"
"Hm… if I was heartless, I'd let you bleed until you passed out. Then maybe it might be quiet around here." His voice actually held a bit of irritation to it, and even a bit of disappointment. Yuffie blinked and looked away as he carefully applied the butterfly bandages to hold the cut together. She parted her lips to say something, and then decided against it. He moved a bit, taking her ankle and resting it on his shoulder so he could easily wrap the gauze around her thigh. "Vincent… I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say you were really heartless, I was just teasing." She blushed again, and he looked to her, his hand lingering a few moments, against her bare skin, shocked at her response. "It's alright…" With that he tied the gauze off and sat her leg back on the ground. Her replaced the supplies and moved to put them back in his bag. "Come on, let's get moving." Yuffie nodded and tried to get up, but she was having trouble, and much too stubborn to ask for help. After a few moments, she felt a strong arm around her waist, as Vincent lifted her up to her feet. He silently helped her over, and on to, the chocobo, climbing on behind her. His grip around her thin waist seemed gentler this time, but Yuffie was sure it was only her imagination. It didn't seem to register as significant to the girl that his human hand was still gloveless and resting against the soft skin exposed by her green belly shirt.