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In the few moments of when Yuffie had successfully taken a bottle and laughed at Vincent's defeat, the gunslinger had taken advantage of Yuffie's closed eyes. And as smoothly and noiselessly he could, he delivered one swift, and yet, soft-

KISS?

WTFH!

Oh-

WAIT! Sorry, Vince, I'll continue narrating-

-kiss on the slightly plump red lips of the young Wutain princess, Yuffie Kisaragi, the ninja and the White Rose of Wutai. And by god, I so seriously ad-

OKAY FINE VINCE. I WON'T SAY WHAT'S ON MY MIND. NOW STOP DEATH GLARING AT MY LIPS.

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Okay, I can't think now. No, not that, I can't imagine anything, especially about how SOFT or even how much GENTLE they were.

Ok.

I think that was my first kiss.

Wow.

Wow.

Woah…

He pulled away, and seriously, I can SEE my own face BLUSHING and GLOWING the surrounding air particles. And practically making him smirk wider cause of my BLUSH.

Wow.

His kiss was so sweet like wine.

Wait.

WHAT?

"Why the HELL did you do that?" I asked, the blush STILL not disappearing one bit. And gawd damnit, why the #$^ was it a whisper? He just smirked even WIDER, if possible, and if I'm not mistaken, was he blushing a bit as well?

No, I MUST be mistaken. Because the angsty vampire, who had awoken from the coffin after 30 FRIGGIN' years, does not blush.

Ever.

Not even once.

Not even when he explained the birds and bees to Marlene.

Not even when I showed his red boxers to the world.

And definitely not now.

Because the blood vessels in his cheeks must've been shriveled up and dead by now.

They SHOULD be.

Because he looks sexy with a blushing/smirking face.

And I seriously wanna punch that face.

"Impulse Yuffie, impulse." Vincent replied as he raised his left clawed hand holding the bottle. For a second there, I thought he was gonna push me up against the shelf and-

His clawed hand kept the bottle in it carefully as it went over my right shoulder and kept the bottle. I'm surprised that I haven't dropped the one in my hand. My knuckles were quite white, the death grip still not breaking the bottle into two.

And I so wanna kill him for using my OWN words against ME.

My mouth's open.

Wow.

He put his hand back to his original place.

Even more Wow.

Okay, I shut my mouth close after that, and then, he did something I didn't quite expect. He yanked the cork off in one swift movement, and as gentleman-ishly as he could, he drank the contents of the bottle. And I was staring at him, my blush apparently stubborn enough to NOT go away. And believe me; even my blush couldn't believe what it was seeing as well. Well, I don't know if my cheeks have eyes or something like that! But my own pair of delicious chocolate orbs couldn't believe the sight for SURE.

My jaw, after registering this, hit the floor, rhetorically speaking.

And here I, uh, WAS, being prevented to drink by Vinnie, the pooh, who, currently, IS drinking the old fermented drink faster than the Death Penalty shooting holes on your as-

Yuffie Kisaragi is angry.

Raged.

Furious.

Even fascinated, for some unknown Leviathan's reasons.

And now, all I wanna do is open the bottle and swallow the contents in one go.

Which I couldn't do cause I'm frozen stiff.

And then, as soon as he had put the bottle on his lips (OH SO SMEXY LIPS!) after 5 seconds he removed it, a slight more pronounced blush appearing on his OH SO SMEXY cheeks. Did I mention that I was thinking a bit too much during the last 5 seconds? Guess not. Hehehehehe.

He licked the remaining wine left on his lips.

I melted, speaking rhetorically again.

His expressions didn't change; it was the same ever since we saw his face rise out of the god-damn coffin.

Only difference was the alien emotion in his eye. Something that I sooo didn't want to know about. Because they were lingering on mine.

Red and Brown. Blood and Chocolates. Etc. Etc.

And it was definitely weird and weird things have every right of being ignored.

So I did what Mr. Guts told me to do.

I backed away slowly and gently away from Vamp, my dazed eyes not moving once from his.

And before, I even took a step,

"Yuffie, do not worry. I am still sober enough to know what I am doing."

Yah, that hit me straight on.

I blushed FURIOUSLY because Vincent Vinnie McVamp Valentine had PRACTICALLY read my stupid mind and knew that I thought he was gonna do something really really BAD...

Hey, Vinnie. If you're reading this, remember,

YOU SUCK.

And-

"No I do not suck, Yuffie."

...

...

Yep, my mouth was hanging open.

Yes, I am thinking what you are thin-

"And no Yuffie. I cannot read thoughts."

-king… STOP READING MY MIND.

"VINNIE, STOP READING MY $$%$^$ MIND!"

Vinnie pooh did nothing but turn around, do the Cloak Flip (It's in Capitals. CAPITALS.) And then he went towards the chair, the bottle dangling in his clawed hand. He seriously needed to get stoned so that we both just begin the se-

OH MAH GAWD. Why do I think nasty thoughts?

Oh yah, now I remembered.

Because of Cid.

CID HIGHWIND.

OMG, must remember to glomp him, kiss him and then maybe get married!

Yeah, that's nice, except for the last bit. He's too old and Shera would gladly whiplash my sexy butt….

While Vinnie sat his hot sexy butt on the chair and was busy staring at me. I could tell what exactly did the stare meant.

Unfreeze-and-sit-your-ass-down.

Yah, that's right. It was THAT kind of stare. Not that I felt scared about it, never, nope, not even when I fought with the crazy psychopath that had a longer-than-leviathan sword. Nope. Not even when Vinnie gave me his full-powered I-Want-You-Dead-Now glare when I did show his sexy boxers to the world. That happened, yeah it did. And I'm a 100% sure that Chocobo-head would've annoyed the victim if it was Cid or somebody. Would've, not should've cause well….

Cause I know that you know that Chocobo-head knows which Vinnie will obviously know that the vampire must-atone-for-sins sexy hot guy will shoot holes in the Chocobo's butt. And he would even do the same for Teef (Cause she'd attack him), if needed. Since, well, he'd be too annoyed to care about anything so he'll go maniac-crazy and unleash Cerberus upon the Planet's scrawny as-

Okaaaay, back to topic.

I unfreeze-d and sat my ass down.

And believe me; Mr. Blush was still doing his spotlight show of blushing. I swear I am SO GONNA fire him when I get the chance. But, uh, how come a HE is living on my cheeks, I mean like. Come on; a HE, he is performing on my beautifully lusciously deliciously tasty cheeks. What a pervert….

Speaking of pervert….

There's that hot sexy piece of sexiness, sitting on that stupid comfy cushiony chair while staring at me at the SAME time. Ugh. Not only is he staring, but he's even SMIRKING at me! HOW DARE HE?

Great, I'm stuck in here with the vampire who SMIRKS and is obviously having a BOTTLE of wine. Okay, I'm so well aware that blood suckers like to drink wine from a glass cause of like stupid sophistication and blah, blah, but seriously, he is one stupid vampire.

And, JUST LOOK AT HIM!

SITTING, SMIRKING AND TWIRLING THE STUPID DUSTY BOTTLE AROUND HIS SEXY FINGERS!

Ugh, I hate that sexy wine-drinking blood-sucking angsty-brooding perverted-old vampire….

YES, I, Yuffie Kisaragi, WHITE ROSE OF WUTAI, HATES HIM!

UGH!

Well, that is really really short. But, well at least I wrote one! And, sorry for the lateness. -.-
Dedicated to Knock-Out92, my first reviewer (YAAY!) who had made my day for one complete week. So, third chapter will be here soon as well. And, well, uh. Domo!

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