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AN: as promised, the last chapter from Vincent's POV.

Chapter eight

Vincent had never been on a date before, not even all those years ago with Lucrecia. He'd just been far too shy and awkward to be in a woman's company for anything as formal as a date.

Vincent coughed nervously as he strolled alongside Tifa. She had proposed they spend a few hours at the ever popular Gold Saucer, playing games and going on rides. She had her arm wrapped through his, giggling and pointing at things that excited or amused her. Vincent stared at her in wonder as she played the Mog game. Would Yuffie behave like this if he were to take her on a date...?

"Vincent, I won!" Tifa cried happily, as the little Mog found himself a mate. She clapped, smiling and giggling. Vincent smiled as she tugged him along toward the Gondola Ride.

During the ride, Vincent leaned back in his seat, as Tifa watched the theme park out the small window. She sighed, her smile sliding into a frown as Vincent crossed his arms and said casually, "I remember that time Cloud and Aerith went on their date here."

Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes. She quickly wiped them away, her smile completely obliterated.

"So, what is the deal with you two?" He asked curiously. Tifa merely shrugged, and looked out the window again. They sat in silence for a minute, before Tifa brought her crimson eyes back to Vincent's equally vibrant gaze.

She took a deep breath before answering him.

"I honestly don't know. I remember when he and Aerith went on a date...she told me about it later, and I was so jealous. She was my best friend, but she also knew how I felt. I know Cloud loves me, but he's still IN love with her. It hurts a lot, you know? I thought...maybe this date with you would make him realise that it hurts him to not have me, too!"

She leaned forward, bringing her hands to face as she cried out her resentment and jealousy. Vincent watched her, and softened. Maybe he should let go of some of the feelings that he had about his past, and open up to the ones his future held...

"I can't wait to talk to Cloud and sort everything out. I really owe you for listening, Vincent, and for paying for those drinks," Tifa giggled, slipping slightly. Vincent wrapped his arm around her waist to steady her. He shook his head at the young barmaid. "Tifa...I believe you may have had too much to drink."

Tifa giggled, shaking her head, before smacking a hand to her mouth in shock, panicked eyes searching Vincent's face as she pleaded with him to not let the kids see her drunk. Vincent sighed; he pulled her closer to him to make sure she stayed on her feet. As they approached the door to Tifa's bar and home, Vincent heard Cloud yelling.

"YUFFIE! Tifa will kill you for doing that; you're not supposed to serve yourself!"

Vincent held a chuckle in. Oh, that girl had no understanding of limits and boundaries.

As they pushed open the door to the bar, a gush of air hit them. Vincent caught sight of the young ninja princess, and attempted to smile at her. Tifa began to shiver, so he ran a hand up along her waist to warm her up. Tifa giggled, "Vincent!" She gasped, his arm tickling her. As Yuffie glared at him, he leaned over and whispered in her ear "I don't think you want to stay down here, Yuffie looks ready to kill." Tifa giggled, as if the idea of Yuffie killing anyone, let alone her, was simply ridiculous. Sighing inwardly, Vincent led Tifa upstairs, and into her room.

"Clean up, and drink water; you want to be sober when you go back down," Vincent ordered Tifa. She nodded as he shut the door and made his way back down to the bar. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, waiting for a grenade or something to be lobbied at him, he was shocked to find the young ninja and the flame haired Turk that had been sitting next to her, to be missing.

"Oh god," he groaned, feeling nauseated. She was gone, and he never got to explain.

Vincent slammed back another drink. He still felt like he'd been hit by a bus, but the horrible feeling in his stomach and chest was loosening with each drink he shared with Cloud. Sighing, he nodded at the now sober Tifa to pour him another. Frownin, she reached for the glass, telling them both that it was their last and to nurse it. As he reached for his freshly poured glass, the door of the bar slammed open. Vincent swivelled in his seat, his mouth dropping behind the cloak that half covered his face. It was Yuffie, and she was wearing the smallest piece of fabric masquerading as a dress that he had ever seen. And boy, did it look good. He gulped as she sashayed her hips, and leant over the table Denzel and Marlene sat, providing him with a generous view.

Vincent squirmed uncomfortably in his seat, before noticing Cloud was doing the same. His eyes narrowed, and a burning sensation of jealously ripped through his body. How dare Cloud look at his Yuffie like that? How dare she reveal her body like that? She had no right to, she was his!

"I'd tap that," Cloud muttered, a grin spread across his face. Vincent glowered at Yuffie.

During this train of thought, 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 lips. Vincent scowled at her, his chest tightening as breathing became painful. He desperately thought of something witty to throw at her, when she did something no one was expecting. She rather suddenly leaned across to Cloud, holding his face in her hands, and landed a deep kiss on his mouth. She broke off the kiss as Vincent stared at her in amazement. Her gaze bore into him as she licked her lips brazenly and waltzed over to him, whispering "got you back," before winking and making her way back out of the bar.

As the door shut behind her, a sob came from behind the bar as Tifa ran into the back kitchen. Denzel and Marlene gasped, crying her name out and running after her. Vincent sat in shock, and pain. How could Yuffie do that?

He turned in his seat to find Cloud grinning like a school boy. Growling, Vincent got out of his seat, and stood in front of Cloud. Smiling, Cloud looked up at the pissed off gunman, asking him "what's up, Vinnie?"

In a flash, Vincent's arm shot out, slugging Cloud across the face. The soldier blinked in shock as his jaw made a sickly cracking noise.

"Yuffie is mine. I don't care anymore; she's taken this too far. I will make her mine, and let her know very, very soon. Get your ass into that kitchen, and take care of Tifa, the woman who loves you," Vincent snapped. He stood up, before turning his glare on the cowering Reno. "YOU stay away from her too."

Vincent swept out of the bar into the receding daylight, keen on following Yuffie. Years of feelings began to pour out of him, and the cold, silent man was beginning to crack.

AN: so, how was that? I promise it goes back to being comical again, I just HAD to do that POV to develop the relationship of other characters ^_^ which will come in handy later on ^_~ also, I realise I may be in need of a beta. So it may be a few days before I write more. R&R, as ever!

~Nacina~