"The bleeding is starting to slow." It sounds like Cloud is relieved; maybe I won't die after all.
"We need to get her to a hospital, she's lost too much blood." Yuffie saw Vincent above her, and his cool, gloveless fingers brushed over her forehead, "It's a cold sweat, she has a fever."
Tifa looked to Cloud, a worried expression on her face, "We can't do a blood transfusion here, not to mention, we don't even know her blood type."
Heh… blood type… remember your promise?
42 hours earlier…
"Ok Vinnie, I'm bored and my butt hurts… let's play a game to get our minds off all the boring scenery."
"I like the boring scenery," he commented, not really keen on what Yuffie Kisaragi wanted to play on the back of a chocobo. Not to mention he'd just been enjoying the silence, all 15 minutes of it. That was probably how long it took her to come up with her brilliant idea.
"Oh come on! Gawd you are such a spoiled sport! It's just a fun game that only requires a few words from you, that's why I thought it would be perfect for you!" She slowed the chocobo a bit to look at him, "don't you feel bad about dropping me and making the knot of my head?"
"It's already gone, and I already apologized." He looked down at her big, moony, stormy eyes, and the sweet jasmine smell of her hair only added to the soft illusion. The moment he acquiesced, she'd stop being the gentle flower, and turn back into a box of soul reaving razor blades in an attractive package. He sighed a bit, "Alright, what's the game."
"Yay!" she giggled, turning her eyes back on the road when Vincent was forced to take the reigns to avoid a tree. "The game is called 'Vital Statistics.' It's really fun. I'll go first, so you can see how it's played. Basically I ask a question, and you have to answer it truthfully… so we can get to know each other better!"
Vincent let out another strangled sigh, but didn't say no, either. Maybe this would help… he needed a friend, a close friend, with Shelke gone; Yuffie was the only one that even sort of held his mild interest. Well, as a female anyway.
"Ok ok… here is my first question, and I'll go easy on you, since you've never played. What is your favorite color?"
"Orange," he said softly, the way they were to ride the single chocobo required them to be quite close, so his warm breath ruffled her hair and passed over her skin. She nearly shuddered from that, but kept her cool. "Orange huh? I would have thought it would be black. Why do you like orange?"
"Hm," he said softly, "I thought it was my turn to ask a question."
Yuffie cleared her throat, his voice was doing all kinds of things to her, and she started to think maybe this hadn't been such a great idea. "Right, your turn."
"What's your favorite color?" Yuffie seemed to think for a moment, and then smiled, "Green… it's the color of life. Ok, my turn… How old were you when you had your first kiss?"
That question made him shift uncomfortably behind her, his grip on her waist tightened a bit. "Um, 13 I think… I don't really remember a lot of my life… before…" he trailed off, not knowing what else to say. He thought of a question quickly, "What was the first materia you ever owned?"
"Oh, good one Vinnie! See you're getting the hang of this! It was a fire materia I got from my dad. What is your favorite book?" The game continued on for quite awhile, Vincent started to get into it more and more, happy to be able to talk, even though it didn't seem that way. He'd felt dead, he was ready to give up and die, only 6 hours before… before he had an emotional breakthrough he never thought possible, all because of the young ninja perched on her golden chocobo, with a silly smile on her face. He didn't even realize he was softly caressing her exposed skin with his hand, if he had, he would have blushed fiercely about it. Yuffie didn't seem to mind much, though maybe she was just too caught up in the game.
"Ok Vinnie, you get next question!" Yuffie brought Kokoro down an especially dangerous crevice, though her golden chocobo handled it like a champ. The man behind her gave it some thought. "What blood type are you?"
"Geesh Vinnie, maybe you really are a vampire. Are you wondering how I'll taste? What a weird question, you know… no body takes those personality meters seriously!"
"Hm, you wanted to be friends right?"
"Um, yeah, but what does blood type have to do with that?" Now the poor ninja girl was terribly confused.
"We fight, a lot, it's what we do with AVALANCHE. It's good to know, in case something were to happen."
"Oh…" She smiled a bit and thought about the logic. That was probably one of the sweetest things that had even been said to her. "I'm A, and you know, that's kind of sweet. Ok, my turn! What type are you?"
"A," he said softly, shifting a bit forward, since his tailbone was falling asleep. The increased pressure on Yuffie's back made her blush a bit. "Hey Vinnie, we have the same bloodtype! Hey make me a promise, ok?"
"What sort of promise?"
"If I ever need blood, that you'll donate it to me!"
"That's not a good idea Yuffie… then mako in my blood…" He was a bit ashamed, his condition was sure to unease the girl…
"Mako, shmako! Promise me, if I'm ever in a bind, and I need saving, that I can count on you. And don't pull the Cloud crap either! I know you are perfectly capable of having a pointy needle stuck in your pale ass skin, and give me blood!"
He blinked; a bit surprised she hadn't cared… she wanted a piece of him inside her? That thought lead all kinds of places he didn't want his mind to go, but after a few minutes and leaned forward to speak in her ear. "I promise…"