Disclaimer: I do not own FF7, and its intellectual property. Or an intellect, for that matter. Enjoy.

AN: Now, don't get confused here. I'm doing this chapter from Yuffie's perspective, because we have a faint inkling what's going on, and she has NONE. Plus, a few readers have mentioned how jealous this would make Yuffie, and that can't be displayed properly if she isn't talking. The next chapter will be these events from Vincent again. Dedicated to my lovely reviewers and readers, shadowdemon6, JiLLiBeanz, The-Windflower-Fairy and Lykania!

Chapter seven

It had been an arduous journey for the young ninja princess. She had travelled the lands and sea to reach her destination, and it had cost her 70 gil to take the airship. 70 gil! She could have used that on some lunch! She sighed, and continued marching toward the destroyed Midgar, where the newly built city of Edge sat beside it. This is where she would find Tifa, and beg her for help. Vincent was on the prowl, and Yuffie was not looking forward to that scary S.O.B getting her back.

Yuffie reached the Seventh Heaven bar, still deep in her thoughts of how many different ways Vincent would torture and kill her. She had just gotten up to being tickled to death by chocobo feathers when she pushed open the door to the bar. Instead of Tifa, Cloud was working behind the bar, an apron tied on, and a sloppy bandana covering his spikey hair as he frantically poured drinks and satayed food. Yuffie, snickered, and headed to the bar. She plonked down next to one of the regulars, Reno of the Turks. The cute red head cocked his eyebrow at her entrance and gave her a warm, lopsided grin. The ninja laughed, and slapped him on the back, causing the Turk to cough.

"You wish Reno!" she laughed, smacking her hands on the bar. She sat up on the bar stool, and leaned across the counter, pouring herself a glass of Nibelheim beer from the bar tap.

"YUFFIE! Tifa will kill you for doing that; you're not supposed to serve yourself!" Cloud freaked out, swatting the girl with a tea towel. The ninja scowled, sitting back on her seat, taking a long sip of the refreshing beverage. She placed it back down on the bar before asking, "and where is Tifa, anyway?"

Cloud looked away from Yuffie, a look of anger spreading across his face as his pale cheeks tinged with red. It was also at that moment that the door to the bar swept open, and Tifa walked in. Yuffie opened her mouth to call hi, but before she had the chance, the one and only Vincent Valentine entered too, his arm wrapped around the waist of a giddy and laughing Tifa. Vincent's gaze swept across the bar, locking on Yuffie. He smirked, before casually rubbing his arm along Tifa's curves.

"Vincent!" Tifa gasped, giggling and swatting him. Vincent leaned down and murmured something in the barmaid's ear, causing her to laugh further. The pair made their way to the stairs that led to the bedrooms, and walked up them. After a few minutes of seething in anger, Yuffie squealed like a banshee, causing everyone in the bar to jump a foot in the air in surprise. Reno fell out of his chair in surprise, while Cloud watched in shock and Marlene and Denzel giggled at the table they sat at, eating their lunch.

"HOW DARE THEY!" She yelled, stomping around. She glared up at the staircase, a feeling of pain in her stomach as she imagined the many things they could be up to. As she was standing there, wallowing in self pity, Reno approached her and clasped a hand on her shoulder.

"You're going to have to get them back, and I'm the man for the job."

When Reno said he was the man for the job, Yuffie had been more than a little creeped out. The red head was a known boozer and womaniser, and Yuffie didn't want to be added to his collection of conquests. While she was added to his list, she certainly appreciated his expertise.

"Done," Reno grinned, slouched against the doorway. Yuffie blushed, running her hands along her tummy. Reno's plan to get Vincent back was to make Yuffie something he wanted, but couldn't have. And a brand new, short black dress with no back and a plunging neckline was sure to be the way. That, and Reno wanted a perve.

Yuffie tottered over to Reno, slightly wobbly on the new 3 inch heels he had decided she should wear. Her short hair was down, without a headband, and curled around her ears. Reno whistled, gaining a new appreciation for the young girl.

"Day-um. If that doesn't excite the old monster, I have no idea what will, babe. You're smoking; you could give Tifa a run for her money."

Yuffie's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint. Oh, she was going to get that Vincent Valentine back big time...

Several hours later, Yuffie and Reno returned to the bar. Cloud and Vincent were sharing a drink as Tifa cleaned up dishes. Yuffie smacked the door open, strutting in, wiggling her hips as she made way across to Denzel and Marlene. Everyone watched curiously as the tarted up Yuffie bent over the table to talk to the kids, revealing her cleavage to all the patrons, and making every male patron extremely uncomfortable. Vincent watched as Yuffie made her way from the kids over to Reno, who had sat down next to Cloud upon their return. She smiled coyly at them all, before giving Tifa daggers, making the poor barmaid flinch as a hurt expression etched itself on her face. Yuffie ran her hands along Reno's chest, purring. The redhead gulped audibly, his breathing becoming rapid as he crossed his legs. She trailed her finger along his collarbone, before kissing her fingers and gently pressing them against his. She looked over at the glowering Vincent, winking, before she rather suddenly leaned across to Cloud, holding his face in her hands, and landing a deep kiss on his mouth.

During the moments the kiss lasted, Tifa and Vincent both stopped breathing. After Yuffie broke off the kiss with the very dazed Cloud, she stood up, deliberately leaving her gaze on Vincent as she slowly licked her lips, as if savouring the kiss. She waltzed in front of Vincent, who had the most peculiar expression of restraint on his face, and whispered, "Got you back," before winking and making her way back out of the bar.

It was more on than it ever was before.

AN: If you don't have a beta, don't write in the early hours of the morning. I re-read this and saw a million mistakes . for shame =(

~Nacina~