Hi guys :) hope you enjoyed last chapter. I knew I needed to do a few lighthearted chapters, so the last two and this one are! thank you everyone for reading and reviewing! :D it's finally here! Yuffie and Vincent's chapter!

Chapter 11: Yuffentine

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Yuffie had finished her morning agility training early, so she headed to Vincent's for a quick visit. She knew he would be sleeping, and probably cranky that she woke him. As she walked she fondled a pink materia in her right hand nervously. Normally chipper, today Yuffie wasn't feeling much like herself. It was obvious to everyone that Yuffie had feelings, strong feelings, for Vincent. Everyone was aware but it seemed as though Vincent was left in the dark, despite Yuffie's most obvious and desperate attempts to let him know her affections. It just seemed to her like he was too fixated on bringing back his past. It hurt Yuffie to know that he wasn't able to move on from that, much like Cloud with Tifa. Was she just going to be hurt like Tifa was? The young shinobi was losing hope with each step she took, it was looking less and less likely for her And Vincent to ever be together. to her recollection, Vincent never gave her any sign that he returned her affections, unless putting up with her immaturity and allowing her to stick around and pester the s*** out of him counted as affection.

As she neared his home, her legs suddenly protested and she came to a stop, nearly falling to her face on the hard sidewalk. It felt as though her heart was failing, and her entire body was shutting down. She couldn't move or make up her mind. The more she contemplated the years she had been chasing after Vincent with no result, the less she wanted to try anymore.

"Yuffie?" Came Vincent's voice as his front door swung open. He stepped out of his home and walked to her, with a concerned look gracing his pale face. Yuffie's heart stopped when she looked at him. His hair was flat, and he was not wearing his usual red scarf around his head. He was dressed... Normal... A black, tight fitting t-shirt, dark jeans and a bright red apron that seemed to have flour stains. No cape, no hooks, metal clasps,or thick leather, no high collar hiding his strong and masculine features, no golden brazen gear. He had bare hands and bare feet and he looked much like a Regular man. "Come inside." He said, turning and walking back to the door. He opened it and held it for her as she stared blankly at him.

It was slightly shocking to Vincent that he was speaking more than Yuffie. She had yet to say a word to him. "Come on." He said, slightly agitated, but more worried. Yuffie finally regained control of her legs and she walked into his house slowly, a little unsure of what to think of his strange behavior.

When she walked in, a thick and savory aroma filled her lungs. It smelled delicious. "You've been cooking?" She asked curiously as she adjusted her floral crop top.

Vincent entered his home and closed the door. He walked himself back to the kitchen and washed his hands. "Yes," came his delayed response. "I decided to make you breakfast."

Yuffie's dark eyes widened and she marched herself to the kitchen. "Who the hell are you and what have you done with Vicent?!" She exclaimed.

Vincent chuckled very quietly and began to scramble some eggs over a skillet.

Upon hearing his chuckle, Yuffie took a step back. "Oh, I get it! You're so sick of me, you're gonna poison me, huh?' Well I'm not gonna eat it!" She said, crossing her arms.

Vincent looked over his shoulder at her and gave her a knowing look. "I'm not going to poison you, Yuffie." He said. A moment later, the oven timer beeped and he removed a steaming tray of homemade biscuits and placed them on a cooling rack. He then continued stirring the eggs until they were cooked and made a plate for Yuffie. "Oh, I almost forgot." He said quietly. He then opened the refrigerator and took out a plate of freshly sliced fruit and a glass of orange juice that looked to be hand squeezed.

"What's gotten into you, Vincent? This isn't like you." Yuffie stated as she looked upon the food. A few seconds later her stomach growled loudly and she blushed out of embarrassment.

"Come and eat." Vincent said, carrying her plates to the large mahogany dining room table. Once he placed her food down he walked back to the kitchen, grabbed her orange juice and also grabbed her hand. He lead her to the table and set her juice down and pulled a chair out for her.

"You swear you didn't poison this?" Yuffie asked, taking a seat and looking up at him worriedly.

"I don't have a reason to." He responded somberly.

Yuffie decided to trust him, it just smelled to good to pass up. "Alright. In that case, thanks!" She said as she began to eat. She smiled as she ate. It tasted just as wonderful as it smelled. "who knew you could cook!" Yuffie said with a mouth full of food. Vincent just ignored her and began to clean up the kitchen.

As Yuffie ate, she began to notice the silence. Although it was Vincent's home, it hadn't been quiet in some time since Zack began staying there. Then it dawned on her. "Hey, where's Zack?" Yuffie asked, wiping her mouth on her forearm.

Vincent paused from his dishes for a moment before answering. "Mm... I suppose he stayed at Tifa's house. He never came home after helping at the bar."

Yuffie grinned. "That sly dog." she gighed to herself, taking a drink of her juice.

Vincent thought to himself for a moment about Yuffie's statement and went back to his dishes. As the warm water touched his hands he began thinking of Yuffie and her warm and bubbly personality. True, she annoyed him frequently, but when she boasted openly to Tifa and Zack about his hard work, he began to realize that he was waisting his time. He was spending all this time trying to revive a woman who didn't even return his feelings, while there was someone who supported, and cared for him around him all along. He decided then and there that he would do what it took to make it up to her somehow. So he had to take time to plan things out, with a little help from Zack of course. Yuffie was beautiful, he would admit. But her childish disposition always threw his attraction off. It was hard to connect with her because of it. After all, he was rearing 65 and she was only 19. Regardless though, he realized he was in fact attracted to her, an the more he was around her, the more he admired the annoying quirks about her.

"Hey, that was really delicious! I'm gonna make you cook for me more often!" Yuffie said, bumping him away from the sink in order to rinse her plates.

"I can do that, Yuffie." He replied, pushing her back and taking the plates from her. "and also, you didn't make me cook, this was my idea. Don't get used to this. I'm not getting up early just to make you breakfast everyday."

Yuffie smiled and admired his deep voice, pale skin and long hair as he cleaned her dishes. She still had no idea as to why he had done all this for her in the first place, but she made a note not to get used to it. Maybe it was her birthday and she forgot?

"What are your plans for the day, Vincent?" Yuffie started. "And are you ever gonna tell me why you're acting weird?"

"I have something to get in town. You'll find out later." Vincent replied.

"Can we go spy on Tifa and Zack?!" Yuffie chimed.

"Maybe later." Vicent said as he dried his hands.

"Well what do you have to go to town for?" Yuffie asked, putting her head on the counter.

"Well let's go and you'll find out."

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After about an hour and a half at the phone store, Vincent and Yuffie walked out of the store and back into to the sunlight. Vincent was fidgeting with his new device, a rather simple phone, but it seemed so complex to him.

"I can't believe you finally got a phone!" Yuffie said excitedly.

"mhm." Vincent said, not really listening as he stated at his phone Trying to figure it out.

"You'll have to let me add everyones numbers!" She giggled as she took out her own phone.

Vincent jumped a bit when he heard a loud fanfare coming from his new device. "What's that?" He asked curiously.

"I'm calling you, silly!" Yuffie replied.

"Oh." Vincent said as he continued to stare at the small black flip phone.

"Ah, I'll teach ya later. Now will you tell me what all of this is about? Like why on earth you felt like making me breakfast, decided to get a phone and actually seem like you want to hang out with me? It's really weird you know!AND you're dressed in normal clothes! Which is reeeealy weird!"

"Yuffie." Vincent said, grabbing her shoulders and locking his dark red eyes onto hers.

"Wh..what?" Yuffie asked nervously. All of this was out of the ordinary.

"I realized three days ago that I'm in love with you." Vincent said seriously as he gazed into her eyes. "I made you breakfast because I realize I have a lot of making up to do, and I got a phone so you can get ahold of me more easily."

"Y..y..you're?" Yuffie started. She suddenly began breathing heavily and wobbling and then collapsed into his arms.