A/N: Okay please don't kill me! I know this is really really late and all but I'm sorry! I've finally finished school for the summer so updates SHOULD become more frequent...I hope...Though I did say that in the last Chapter...

Vincent blinked at the blinding light that hit his eyes and focused on the room around him. It was the same as the plane had been before, metal walls and broken crates everywhere. There were a few holes in the ceiling where sea water dripped eerily onto the steel floors and a heavy door creaked open slightly at the other side of the room. A bright light flickered above Vincent's head and reached each corner of the room. Vincent stepped boldly forwards and searched for Yuffie, he peered around to his left.

"Vincent!"

Vincent's head whipped back to his right but there was no one insight. He took a few more steps forward before hearing the voice again.

"Vincent!"

As Vincent zoned in the voice, he found it's origin. A small, broken, mouldy chair lay alone in the middle of the room. On top of it lay a small black object, a voice recorder.

"Vincent!"

Vincent held the machine in his claw, crushing it slowly as Yuffie's voice pleaded out again. "...Sick #?!%$." He murmured, dropping the disfigured plastic and walking toward the other door. Every step he took echoed through the hollow rooms and silence engulfed the haunted wreck.

--

"Ah, Lady Kisaragi."

A small wet drip landed on Yuffie's half unconscious face, she jumped slightly and her eyes fluttered open.

"I'm so glad you could join us."

There was a light directly above her head and it swung gently, creaking as it went. It's spotlight illuminated her mangled body but kept everything else in the room in complete darkness. She looked herself over, surveying the damage done in the last three days and winced. One ankle was limp, completely out of it's socket and lying at a strange angle on the floor. Both legs were streaked in blood and bruises and deep cuts oozed with infection. Her stomach was nearly black with bruising from her ribs as her captors used her as a human punch bag and it jutted out from having not eaten in over three days. Her wrists were still bleeding heavily from the rope binding her hands and one had been badly broken. Lacerations from whips covered her arms and back but weren't as obvious because of the chair she had been tied to since she woke up. Hand marks covered her neck from attempts at strangulation and her cheeks still bled from razors they had cut her with. One eye was black and hardly usable, the other weak and bloodshot. Her mouth was dry from lack of water and her face stained with dry tears. She cursed herself for being such a wuss but there was no way around it. Her nose was angled funny and broken in several places, so were many of her fingers. She couldn't remember some of the wounds because they had done it while she was unconscious to stop her from escaping, but the pain while she was awake was unbearable. Yuffie cringed when she looked at the open zipper on her shorts. What have they done to me?

"How are you feeling, Princess?" The man in the shadows spat at her and laughed. "I doubt you even know why you're here! Don't you remember your father? The one you killed and then pretended was an accident?" Her hair was pulled at roughly, tearing chunks out. "You think you're so wonderful because you defeated Sephiroth, but you not so powerful now are you?" He laughed once again before his voice hissed at her. "You sicken me."

Yuffie shivered at the cold voice and tensed as she waited for more pain to come. Usually before they spoke to her, a blindfold was put over her eyes but this time she could clearly see a tall man standing just outside her circle of light. "Who are you?" She asked weakly.

"Shh..." The man walked into her field of vision but was just a black silhouette in the light above her. "Why ask so many questions?" He walked round behind her and a familiar piece of black material was plastered over her eyes. Cold breath blew across Yuffie's neck, making her cringe away. "The fun is just beginning." He whispered, he was so close that Yuffie could feel his lips moving just millimetres away from her ear. A small tear escaped from behind the blindfold.

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The metal structure creaked under the weight of the water and Vincent edged closer to the small door at the other end of the room. The voices had stopped a while ago and an ominous silence crept towards him, only the clacking of his shoes filling the void. He stopped at the ajar door and pointed his guns into the darkness in front of him, it was even too dark for someone with mako enhanced hearing.

One foot.

Two foot.

Ambush.

A sweeping sound whistled towards Vincent's ear and he dodged forward in the blackness away from a kick. He shot blindly into the dark with his gun until he heard a yell of pain and a flop of limbs. Vincent smiled to himself, taking another step forward. The wind was knocked out of him as a huge body smacked into him and threw him against as invisible wall. There was more than one attacker. Vincent composed himself and waited patiently for the opposition to attack, it didn't take long. The massive body of fat and muscles pounded into him once again but this time Vincent was ready. He matched the strength of the attacker and grabbed hold of his waist, flinging him over one shoulder. His head cracked on the floor like an egg and Vincent heard his body relax, unconscious on the floor.

A small piece of string brushed against Vincent's face, it's cotton touch gentle on his skin. He twitched aside and jerked it down, illuminating the dark room with a white light. It looked exactly the same as the other room but small things had been added. A little wooden table lay in the the corner of the room, three chairs surrounding it, and pints of beer lay on it's top. The two men Vincent had fought lolled on the floor and smashed crates were dotted around.

Vincent stopped, he looked back at the table, counting the drinks and chairs... There was someone else...

A small child ran full pelt at him, daggers shining in the new light. Vincent saw that he wasn't a child but a small man, a stupid one all the same. He stepped aside as the midget ran passed him and smacked on the head with the butt of his gun. He went out cold.

--

Yuffie winced as her vision was taken away from her and tried to resist. She lay still as gunshots rang in the other room. The rope still held her strongly in place but Yuffie struggled anyway, trying to get free of the mad man. A cold hand was placed onto her shoulder.

"Stop it, you'll ruin the fun." The Wutain voice sang, he grabbed her shoulder tightly and pushed a thick needle into the top of her arm. "It's a muscle relaxant, he won't fight as hard if he thinks you're dead." His voice rose as he said the word 'dead', it was a magnificent prospect to him.

Yuffie struggled again, her body too weak and fragile to break free of his grasp. Soon the hand let go of her and the needle was taken out. A strange tingly feeling filled her entire left arm and spread throughout her body. She tried to open her mouth but no words came out, her tongue dead. Slowly her eyes started to close and Yuffie began to panic, she couldn't move, she couldn't see, she couldn't speak.

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Vincent surveyed the room once more for danger before walking towards the next door. He pulled up the handle and pushed the door slowly open. It creaked as it opened and revealed Vincent's worst nightmare. His heart felt like walls were closing around it and his breath began to shorten. No.

He ran into the dimly lit room and paused just short of Yuffie's chair, her slim body flopped to one side. He stood, just staring in disbelief. He wasn't able to bring himself to go forward.

"How comforting, someone cared about her." A voice called out of the black. Vincent didn't answer, he kept his stare upon Yuffie's limp body. "It's a shame she didn't know that before she died." The cool voice's laugh echoed off the walls. "Didn't you hear me?" The voice paused. "She's dead!"

Vincent's eyes narrowed. "Show yourself!" He demanded swinging around his cloak to look out of the spotlight. "Show yourself!" He roared again.

A light footstep was heard behind him, the same voice whispered in his ear. "Here I am."

Vincent whirled around and pointed his gun at the man's head, but there was nothing there.

"Or... Am I over here?" The voice called to his side.

"Show yourself!" Vincent demanded again, his blood red eyes darting around the room. A small movement caught his eye and his gun made contact with the attackers head, it's barrel just touching the hairs on his forehead.

They stood, both men just staring at one another.

"Sick #?!%$." Vincent repeated, pulling his trigger for the last time that night.

The man yielded, drooping to the floor and taking his last breath.

Vincent stepped over the pooling blood and took Yuffie by the shoulders, pulling her upright. "Yuffie?" He asked, shaking her. "Yuffie?!" He cut her hands loose from the chair and pulled her into his arms. "Yuffie can you hear me?" Vincent observed her fragile body and his breath became shallow and uneven. "Yuffie wake up! Wake up!" He reached out and stroked a bloody cheek, his finger lingering near her mouth. "Wake up..." He whispered. A tear escaped his eyes and dripped onto Yuffie's feeble form. "Wake up..." Vincent pulled her close in a hug and felt more tears slip from his eyes and onto Yuffie's shoulder.

"Vincent..." A dry voice whispered.

Vincent pulled the ninja's body back and stared at her, her eyes fluttering open.

"Vincent?"

His heart began to beat again and Vincent pulled on her close once again.

"What..." Her voice trailed off and she hugged Vincent back as best she could with a broken wrist.

They stayed there for minutes, in each other's embrace, just happy to see the other's face. Vincent then helped Yuffie to her feet and held her tight against his body.

Yuffie looked up at him. She raised her good arm towards his cheek and slapped him hard.

Vincent stepped backwards, confused and hurt.

"That's for taking your god damn time!" She shouted, putting a hand on her hip. Her eyes gently softened and she stepped towards him again, kissing him softly on the lips. "That's for saving me." She whispered, almost shyly.

Vincent smirked. The old Yuffie was back! He kissed her back once more before wrapping one arm around her waist and other under her legs. He pulled her up into his arms and walked out of the ghostly wreck.

A/N: Yay I finished! I really took too much time doing that, I'll try and be better at updating next time I promise! Did you like the ending? I think it was appropriate (as this is meant to be a comedy) but I'd love to hear your thoughts as always! Thank you so much for taking the time to read this, it really does mean a lot to me! x