A/N: So honestly this chapter is so useless to the plot but I know there's some Vincent/Yuffie fans reading so this is for you! I apologize once more if it's OOC I am trying as hard as I can to keep them in character. Enjoy!

The night had been a quiet one, thank the stars, Vincent thought whilst he sat on one of the two twin-sized bed in Cloud and Tifa's guest room. It was unfortunate that he had to share the room with Yuffie though since she as of late made him uneasy.

The gunman had the current case of the mysterious silver-haired girl sprawled out on top of his mattress. He was trying to focus, however he couldn't.

"You're staring." His voice was cool and smooth while his focus remained on the file in his hands. Vincent could feel Yuffie's eyes on him all the way from the other room.

"I am not!" Yuffie grumbled, looking away before collapsing on the bed, sprawling out with a frustrated sigh. "Why don't you relax?" She asked, watching him once more as he looked over every page.

"Why do you care if I relax or don't?" Vincent now looked back at Yuffie, their eyes meeting. He found her comical with her lack of maturity. It made her charming.

"You stress me out when you work like that Vincent!" Yuffie complained, crossing her arms and legs as she laid on the bed, studying him. Her heart fluttered at the sight of him, dressed down to a black sleeveless top and matching shorts. He was toned although she thought that for a man his height, Vincent was a bit underweight. Scars decorated his muscles from the many battles they had fought. His hair was tied up for once which she found oddly attractive. She wasn't sure when all these feelings had begun creeping up but now she wasn't sure what to do with them. It's not like Vincent would ever feel the same about her. She was much younger than he was and he had a tendency to like women who were aloof than she was.

"Stop staring." Vincent said a bit more annoyed though still his tone was calm. He gathered the papers around his bed and organized them back accordingly, putting away the case file. His legs swung over the edge of the bed, his body sitting up and looking straight at Yuffie who still laid cross armed and cross-legged in her own bed.

"I'm not!" She said with cheeks turning red. "You're starting to imagine things. "

"What's going on?" He asked as he leaned his arms on his legs in a hunched over position. "You've been acting foolish for months now. You stare Yuffie, it makes me uncomfortable."

"I don't stare." She said softly while looking up at the ceiling now purposely avoiding his gaze. She did stare. She couldn't help it. She could now feel his gaze on her which did make her uncomfortable. She shifted, now laying on her side, facing him. "I can't sleep sometimes." She said softly. "I have nightmares about when you fought Omega and how we couldn't find you for a while."

"I'm here though." He responded calmly reading her expression. "I didn't know you were that concerned of my whereabouts though."

"Of course I'm concerned." She frowned. "I care about you! We have been through so much!"

She was right. Out of all their friends Vincent did spend the most time with her. He watched her grow from an annoying teenager to a caring woman. They had fought so many together and she had saved his life in the past as he had saved hers. He would be lying to himself if he said he didn't care deeply about her as well. It was all so confusing.

"I'm not going anywhere." He told her trying to reassure her. "You should never lose sleep over me. That's just ridiculous."

"Would you ever lose sleep if something tragic happened to me?" Yuffie said furrowing her brows.

"Nothing tragic is going to happen to you." Vincent said in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone.

"You don't know that. What if tomorrow I get really ill? Or I get injured in battle?" Yuffie sat up, looking Vincent dead in his crimson eyes.

"Then I'd lose sleep over your tragedy." Vincent admitted which caused Yuffie's eyes to widen in shock.

"You would?" She asked, making sure she heard him correctly.

"Yes I would. I care about you very much Yuffie." It was odd but he smiled at her, making her heart pump faster.

"Vincent…" She spoke so softly he almost didn't hear her however he looked up, noticing her cheeks growing red. She looked so different in that moment, attractive even.

"I know you're fond of me." Vincent confessed. "It's why you pick fights and it's why you stare."

"W-What?" Yuffie was shocked. He knew? The whole time? It almost made her angry. She wasn't sure what to say at that moment. "You're crazy! I think you need sleep because that's just delirious!"

"Is it though?" Vincent said so seriously. Her reaction was to be expected but he wanted to see how much he could push the issue. He stood from his bed and walked over to hers, looming over her with an intense gaze.

She looked up, nodding at him. She could hear her pulse beating against her ears as he got closer. He was now leaning over, his face closer to hers, his eyes staring at her own. She could feel his warm breath on her cheek.

"What are you doing?" She asked, closing her eyes in case it was all a dream. If it was, she didn't want it to end.

"Seeing if it's really all in my head. This is what it feels like when you stare. It's maddening." He whispered against her skin. It was maddening. They were so close at this point that she felt like her heart might explode. Impulsivity took over her as she looped her arms around his neck and closed the gap between them, forcing a kiss on him. He lost his balance with her actions, landing on top of her.

Vincent pushed himself up with his arms, hovering over her. She looked so different, with her eyes half open, looking back at him. "You're staring." He whispered.

"You stare too." Her hand cupped his cheek. "I'm starting to think you have feelings Vincent Valentine."

He leaned down and placed a kiss on her soft lips. He hadn't kissed a woman in years. It felt surreal to him, sending shockwaves throughout his body. She made him feel human again even though he had been one for about a year now. His hands grasped her own, their fingers intertwining as they continued to show each other their affections.

Yuffie broke their kiss for air, looking up at him, lost in that moment. His forehead pressed against her, his breath sighing. "It wasn't delirium." He smirked at the flustered ninja.

"It wasn't." She vocally confessed, feeling his lips on her cheek. It all felt like a dream to her. How could this man ever feel anything for her? She annoyed him most of the time. "I don't want to wake up…"

Vincent pulled away, looking at her confused. "Come again?" He asked.

"I don't want to wake up." She smiled, closing her eyes. "This is the best dream I've ever had."

Vincent stood up, staring at her as she seemed to be in a daze, thinking that it was all in her head. "Move." He demanded. She sat up, wondering what he meant. He waved his hand, motioning her to move over to the side of the bed. Yuffie complied, repositioning herself on one side of the bed while he climbed back in, turning her so that her back faced him. His arm snaked around her waist as his body pressed against hers. "You'll wake up in the morning but I promise you it's not a dream." He whispered against her cheek, kissing it.

She held on to his strong arm, wondering if it really was real. Vincent was holding her so close she could feel his heart beating against her back. She had always acknowledged Vincent was tall however it was made more evident as almost his entire body embraced her smaller frame. She prayed she really wasn't dreaming because waking up the next morning would just be so disappointing.