A/N: Woohoo! My sick dog's gonna be ok! *cries and hugs him close* also, AU alert!

Prompt: Was listening to Pretty Rave Girl. I'm not sure which DJ it's by...

I don't own nuttin'!~~~~~~~~~~

Pretty Rave Girl

Vincent sighed as he sat back in the shadowy booth, watching patrons of the rave. He often wondered why he had taken the job as security guard in this annoying hangout for young adults; the lights hurt his eyes, the noise hurt his ears and many people came to close to popping his bubble of personal space. The more he thought about it the more he wanted to quit is annoying little but there was one factor that kept him from doing just that. His crimson eyes rested on a young girl that looked to be around eighteen years of age, she was a regular and was there almost every night, and he had heard the manager say that her name was Yuffie. He watched in silent amusement as she danced the night away. He found himself mesmerized by how her hips swung from side to side, how her cute bob haircut flew over her face with each shake of her head but the last thing he noticed about was something he wished he hadn't; that was how her petite little breasts bobbed with the violent rhythm of her dance moves. He sighed in disgust of himself as he finally force himself to look away from her beautiful young body, he was far too old even if he didn't look it to ever even think about being in a relationship with a girl like her.

"Hey! Get you paws off of me!" Vincent's head snapped up and turned in the direction of the voice. It belonged to Yuffie, she was in trouble and it was his job to protect the people at this rave.

"Aww c'mon, babe. Let's have a little fun." Yuffie tried to pull her arm away but the dark haired boy's grip was too tight.

"Get off!" She grunted as the boy held both her wrists in one hand while he used the other to reach down and to grab her breasts. She let out a shocked squeak as the boy touched her, making the boy smirk evilly, that was until both froze at the feel of an icy metal hand on the boy's shoulder.

"The girl demanded that release her…" Both looked up to see the owner of the metallic hand; Yuffie could openly swear that he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen, not handsome but beautiful. He was tall, had snow white skin and long raven colored hair.

"U-uhhh.. I-i.. I.." The boy stammered as he stared up at security guard but never let Yuffie go, this made Vincent very angry.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm gonna have to ask you to release her and leave the property." Vincent said in a low growl as he pried the boy's hands off of Yuffie's wrists and started to drag the boy to the exit.

"Yo, man, what're you doing? I paid good money to get into here!"

"You have violated the rules of the club by laying hands on an unwilling individual." Yuffie silently followed the older man as he dragged the boy to the back door of the club. Yuffie was very curious about this security guard; many times while she was dancing she would see him watching her, his crimson eyes moving to the rhythm of her body.

"For violating the rules, you are no longer allowed in this establishment, your description will be seen to the manager." Vincent reprimanded him as he quite literally threw the boy out of the club and shut the door behind him. Turning around, Vincent almost walked directly into Yuffie's tiny form.

"Sorry, miss, for this predicament. It will never happen again…" A sly smirk formed on Yuffie's lips while the low words slipped from Vincent's mouth; she had to admit she liked this man's mouth and quite frankly, she liked the rest of him too. She sashayed closer to him, making him back up against the door as she batted her eyelashes up at him.

"I'm sure it won't, mister uh…?"

"Valentine, Vincent Valentine…!" His words were followed by a sharp intake of breath as Yuffie stroked her palm up the side of his inner thigh until her hand brushed the sensitive part between his legs.

"Well, Mister Vincent Valentine, I thank you for all your wonderful help." She said with a smile of fake innocence as she pulled her hand away then turned to walk back to the dance floor, her smile turning back to a smirk as she heard him release the air that had hitched in his lungs. She cockily thought to herself as she placed her hands on her hips.

'Looks like there's more fun to come, I gotta come back here more often.'

~~~~~~~~~~~~A/N: Well that last little bit was interesting to write to say the least!