Disclaimer: I don't own FF7, but I wish I owned Vincent's pants. Preferably with him in them ;)

This chapter is dedicated to a new reader, my friend Lykania, who has commented on every chapter thus far. My love to my other readers, waiting out there silently, cursing at me to hurry up and update.

AN: So, it seems the tables have turned on our dear Princess of Wutai. Looks like someone is going to cop a WHOLE lot of trouble. For those of you who bother to read this very slow fic anymore, those who review can put their two cents in, and name a character/place/scenario they want to see unfold in the next chapter ;). If I feel like it'd work, I'll put ALL (if ANY) suggestions I get in. What do you say?

~Nacina~

Not good! Vincent was playing now, what the hell did that mean! Did she go too far with the materia? No, never. Seriously, it was his own fault for exciting her like that, everyone knew how much she liked him. Wait, did that mean he liked her too? Her gut wrenched as she hurried along in the buggy car she commandeered from her father. She would make her way to Edge, and ask Tifa and Cloud for help. Vincent liked solitary individuals like himself- the kids at the bar would drive him nuts, so he wouldn't go there looking for her, he'd probably go to her home in Wutai. First, she would have to get across the water...

"Tifa," the gunman stated, as the door to the newly established Seventh Heaven quietly clicked shut behind him. Tifa looked up from a nearby table, where she was helping Marlene and Denzel with their colouring. It was still early morning; the lunch rush, expecting Tifa's kind words, warm meals and cold drinks wouldn't be in for another half hour.

Marlene hopped from her seat, rushing to wrap her arms around Vincent's legs. He uttered a noise of surprise, and awkwardly patted the young girl's head.

"We missed you!" Marlene chirped, titling her head back to look up and smile at him. Tifa and Denzel nodded and smiled from where they sat, as Cloud walked into the room, striding up to Vincent to shake his non-clawed hand.

"Vincent," he nodded. "What brings you here?"

Vincent gingerly lifted Marlene up into his arms, and sighed, making his way to the bar. He looked over his shoulder and rumbled, "Tifa, you wouldn't happen to have some pain killers, and water, would you?"

As Tifa hurried to behind the bar and pulled these out for Vincent, he began explaining his situation. When he mentioned the materia and how is soaked him, Cloud laughed so hard tears ran down his face.

"Oh MAN, I can't believe she isn't terrified of you! If you glared at me like you do her, I wou-" Cloud promptly stopped talking and gulped, as Vincent glared at him like he did Yuffie. Vincent chuckled, swallowing the pain killer offered by Tifa. He sighed with relief, some tension already gone.

"You should make her jealous," Denzel piped up, sliding into a stool beside Vincent. Vincent glanced over at the young boy, who was carefully writing down what he wanted for lunch, so it was first on Tifa's list. Marlene jumped up and down beside the young boy, begging him to write down the hamburger she wanted.

Coughing, Vincent asked "and what do you mean by...jealous?"

Cloud and Tifa watched the exchange between the two with looks of amusement, as they began to open up for the lunch rush. Denzel sighed heavily, as if he were talking to a simpleton, and replied "you have to make her jealous by talking to pretty girls. Cloud does it to Tifa ALL the time when he goes to see the flower lady's grave."

Tifa blushed heavily, and looked away from Cloud's bewildered and shocked face.

"Hmmm," Vincent hummed, contemplating what the young boy had said. As she was taking a sip of cool water, Vincent suddenly asked Tifa, "Will you go out with me?"

Water spluttered everywhere, getting all over the bar counter, and the children, who irritably wiped themselves off.

"WHAT!" Cloud and Tifa cried in unison. The silent man shrugged, before explaining his idea of taking out Tifa, Yuffie's companion, on a date to spite the little ninja. Cloud and Tifa each went red, each for different reasons. Tifa twirled her finger around her hair, and began daydreaming of the endless possibilities a date with the handsome, mysterious, and smouldering Vincent could end up being."

"I'll do it," Tifa declared. Cloud let out a strangled noise, and Vincent smirked. The plan was in motion.