A/N: I forgot to mention this in the other chapter, but the story will go in a strange format. Each chapter will be seperated into "halves." The first half will take place 400 hundred years into the future (the present) and the second half will take place after the events of Omega and Deepground (the past). The format itself was inspired by a play I saw: Stop Kiss. The play was set up where the odd numbered scenes were the past (during the time the two girls had met) and the even numbered scenes were the present (what happened after the hate crime). The play is pretty...out there (it revolves around a lesbian couple) but it was very interesting stage-wise. (Plus I knew the cast. lol) Anyway, read and review, please!
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Chapter 1.5
"Wakey, wakey, Vinnie!" the ever cheerful voice of Yuffie Kisaragi echoed in the room. The object of her calls groaned sleepily and turned on his side. The ninja put her hands on her hips and huffed. "Vinnie Valentine, this isn't funny!"
"It's eight in the morning, Yuffie," the normally stoic gunman said groggily, "it wouldn't hurt to get another hour of sleep."
Crawling onto the bed the brunette lay beside him, her feet swaying in the air. "Who would've thought it? The broody Vinnie Valentine isn't a morning person!"
Peeking at her from his peripheral, Vincent arched an eyebrow, "and one must wonder how you get up at such ungodly hours."
Pulling herself up, she lay across Vincent's side her head resting on his shoulder. Like that, they lay for a couple minutes, taking in each other's presence. Surprisingly, it was Vincent who broke the staring contest, rolling onto his back and wrapping his arms around the ninja.
"You won't let me sleep?" A childish shake of the head was earned from the 20-year-old Wutaian. Sighing Vincent sat up, taking the ninja with him. "Then mind letting me get dressed?"
Yuffie just grinned before kissing his nose and bounding up and out of the room. Vincent couldn't help but smile at the woman's retreating form. They had only been living together for a month but he already couldn't imagine a time where she wasn't with him.
Despite his wishes, she had been joined to his hip ever since his return after the defeat of Omega. It had annoyed him at first, but slowly grew on him. After her twentieth birthday, she had asked—more like demanded—that she move in with him. It was to "keep him from brooding his way back to that coffin in Nibelheim," as Yuffie so blatantly put it.
The two of them rented an apartment in a newly constructed town, called Foression, just outside of Nibelheim. Vincent even let her furnish the roomy apartment from head to toe.
"Vinnie," Yuffie poked her head into the room, ignoring the fact Vincent stood in the middle of the room shirtless, "breakfast is ready."
Pulling out a new shirt, the gunman nodded giving her his answer. She just smiled and left the room again. Slipping into the piece of clothing, Vincent admired the fabric. It'd had resulted from a rather hasty shopping spree that Yuffie "needed" so urgently.
Yuffie placed a plate in front of Vincent's spot at the dining table as he walked into the kitchen. The Wutaian princess blinked as Vincent sat down. "That shirt…"
Vincent stopped mid-bite and glanced down at his shirt. It was a dark green, button-up, and crisp clean. What was wrong with it?
"It's not red, black, or white," she giggled, "I'm proud of you." Vincent just shook his head at the woman before him.
They ate in silence after that. Once finished, Yuffie stood up, grabbed her plate, and began to wash the dishes. In the midst of doing the same, Vincent paused as his phone rang. Pulling it out of his pocket, he placed the receiver at his ear.
Yuffie focused all of her attention on the dishes, knowing Vincent would want a little bit of privacy. Her head perked up ever so slightly at his only response to the phone, "right." She didn't respond when he placed his dishes into the sink next to her. "Reeve needs me to go on a mission," Vincent stated simply.
"When are you leaving?" Yuffie asked.
Leaning against the counter next to her, Vincent crossed his arms his eyes focused on the wall, "as soon as possible. There may be an uprising in Kalm…more Deepground members."
Yuffie just nodded, not saying a word. Vincent's eyebrow twitched a bit in curiosity at the tiny ninja's reaction before standing upright and heading towards his room to prepare to leave.
Once the door to Vincent's room closed securely, Yuffie fell to her knees, her hands gripping the edging of the sink. "Leviathan…protect him…"
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A/N: There's Chapter 1.5! I'd appreciate some reviews to know what you guys would like to see happen in this story. I love plot bunnies from other people! ^^
I'd also like to know what you think of my writing style, and any type of constructive criticism that you think would be good. I'm open to anything! (but no flames! I really want to improve as a writer and flames don't help anyone, especially not a flamer's intelligence.)