.Loaded Gun. (Vincent & Yuffie.)
There weren't many situations in which Vincent Valentine would normally stand up for Yuffie Kisaragi, but he was feeling particularly generous.
Yuffie really didn't deserve his charity, but she did seem to be having an off day.
She'd tried to nick some materia from a few rather large men who didn't take too kindly to having their materia stolen by obnoxious little ninjas. She then proceeded to pick a fight with one of the larger of the group. Those guys didn't really like that a whole lot either.
Vincent had been watching the scene play out, thoroughly enjoying Yuffie's misery. He decided it was time to step in, however, when one of the men started making crude threats and wrapped his hands around Yuffie's throat.
"I think you guys should head out now."
"What'll ya do if we don't?"
"Yeah. Bite our necks and suck our blood?" The men laughed to each other.
Vincent didn't find it very funny. He was never a fan of the vampire jokes. He wouldn't mind draining blood, but he'd rather do it with a bullet. He reached for his holster and pulled out his Cerberus. Vincent could always count on his trusty companion. "I believe I told you to get out of here."
"Man, you think that's supposed to scare us off?"
"Yeah. Who do ya think you are?"
"A Turk."
Declaration of "Turk" was never something to take lightly. Of course, there was always a good chance that the declarer is not a Turk, but then there was also the chance that it was the truth, and that's not something anybody wants to deal with. Shinra Turks were dangerous and ruthless and usually got whatever they wanted.
"Oh. Okay, man. Be cool. We're gone." The guys retreated fast with their tails between their legs.
"Thank God that worked," Vincent holstered his Cerberus. "Cos I realized I'd completely forgotten to load the gun."