A/N: In many cases, I tend to see Vincent as a jack-of-all-trades when it comes to something requiring rather intricate finger work…he can play a piano, he can twirl a handgun, and apparently, I can even see him twirling a balisong around. The first dream sequence is here…and apparently Yuffie has been having a bad dream or two in the past…what will she tell Vincent?

Time until Vincent's life expires: 16 days, 5 months…

The cemetery was a silent place—only the wind blowing through the leaves in the trees and brushing past the grass could be heard as they sat in the limousine driving around. Yuffie remembered the picture that she saw while Vincent and the others were talking yesterday. She didn't believe him when he said that his mom looked like Tifa—actually, were she alive, she would have passed off as her friend very easily. The difference between her and Tifa however is that Vincent's mother wore oval glasses, had her hair plaited, and was just a smidge daintier; but Li Xiao Long Nu was not the only person in the picture though, as she was sitting down next to a man that looked like Vincent and she had a young boy on her lap. It was clear to Yuffie where Vincent got his height and overall body frame from…the difference between him and Grimoire is that Vincent had inherited quite a bit of a smoother shape from his mother, thus allowing him to pass off as a woman very easily.

The car stopped as all the passengers got out—they had found the general area of their destination. The second they left the car and Vincent was placed on his chair, they started moving out to the grass. After a few minutes of searching, Vincent had paused to see something surprising—oh he saw his mother's gravestone all right, but it was the gravestone next to hers that caught his attention as it belonged to Zangan Gorobei. "My parents requested that their remains be interred next to your mother's," explained Mitchell, "when I confronted my dad about his depression one day after the funeral, he revealed to me that he fell in love with your mother Vincent. I didn't know whether to feel betrayed or sorry for him—on the one hand, I felt betrayed because he was supposed to love my mother and love her only, and on top of that, he made vows with her. On the other hand, I felt sorry because his heart split in two; according to him, he confessed that he had feelings your mom, and proposed a secret love affair away from everyone else. Xiao Long Nu said that she was touched by his feelings, and she felt the same way—but she chose not to go with the affair; she said that a love affair should only be done if the current marriage has no love at all, and she said that she still loved your father just as he loved my mother still…he realized that she was right, and apparently, they never spoke of it again. But it still hurt him when she died."

"My mother on the other hand wanted to be buried with her husband because she also had a bit of a connection with Li Xiao Long Nu—as a friend. And so she requested that she be buried with her friend when her time came."

"Why are you telling me this Mitchell?"

"I felt that you had the right to know about this. I wanted this secret off my chest—and I also knew that sooner or later you'd return to this site and wonder. I didn't tell you sooner because I haven't heard from you until Tifa mentioned you."

Yuffie looked on at the two headstones before turning to Zangan. "Did your mother suspect anything?"

"She didn't show any signs that told me that she did, but on some level, I think she at least suspected something was up…why she never left dad were that the case, I'll never know—she never told me of her suspicions."

"It's probably a better scenario if she didn't know," began Vincent, "going by what I remember of your mother, she was a rather happy lady who would have given everything to see your father happy and to see you healthy. In the worst case scenario, it would have broken her heart if she learned what Gorobei was planning to pull off with my mother, and then who knows what would have happened next."

"You're probably right Vincent," said Dr. Hazama, "Mrs. Zangan was among the gentlest women I've ever met, your mother being one of them. I don't even want to think about the consequences of such an action."

"But what about with me Vincent?" asked Yuffie as she looked at her husband, concern in her eyes, "would you have told me if you were planning on having an affair?"

Vincent looked upwards at her. "Of course I would—but then again, like any other happily married man, I'd be too afraid of the consequences if I even thought of doing so. You don't have to worry though…if all the women in the world were to sell me their souls for just one night of bliss, none would be able to compete with you Yuffie. I only regret not finding you in my life sooner…it would have saved us all the trouble that followed when I fell for Lucrecia."

Yuffie hugged Vincent around his neck. "Well I don't…if you had succeeded in convincing her out of it, then we wouldn't be together."

Vincent coughed lightly. "Did you take your medicine?"

"Don't worry. I took it an hour ago…no severe lung damage anytime soon."

With that said, all present bowed three times before the tombstones…

Unknown place and time…

She didn't know where she was…she just knew that she was not back in the palace snuggled in Vincent's arms and her head pillowed against his chest. The only clue as to her current whereabouts was nothing but a forest of black pine. This was probably a dream, but what is she doing here? Before she could think anymore on the matter, she heard a snap and the soft thudding of padded feet rushing away from her…she immediately went to investigate the source of the sound, and sure enough, she found a broken twig, and it was stuck in a paw print—probably belonging to a canine of some sort. As she investigated the tracks using the hunting skills she learned, she found that the creature was probably bipedal as the strides were too far apart for it to be a quadruped…although the fact that there were fingerlike claw marks on the ground near the paw prints suggested that the creature bowed its body low for a streamlined profile in order to increase its running speed.

Oh Yuffie knew what made those prints…she just hoped that she found him before his trail got cold. With that thought on mind, she immediately pulled out a scroll hiding Conformer, and began to follow the trail left behind by the Galian Beast. Wherever he was going, it seemed like he was in hot pursuit of something. From what Vincent had told her about this particular tenant of his, Galian Beast was a wolf-spirit of the hunt that ruled the forests of Wutai and stalked evil souls that escaped their imprisonment in hell; and because he is a spirit of the hunt, once he finds a prey of interest, he will chase it down to the ends of the earth until he catches said prey. She ran for nearly an hour before the tracks got cold—the destination in particular was an open clearing. Why would he stop here? Unless…

Before she could think anymore on the matter, Yuffie saw a sight that was curious to say the least—it was Vincent walking into the clearing…and he was carrying a baby in his arms. The pink blanket stated that the gender of the baby was a girl—their girl. The second he took one step into the dead center of the clearing, he froze—his arms came loose and the baby fell to the ground breaking her head open before he himself succumbed to the sleep of death as Chaos immediately began to swoop on out of his body while laughing evilly. Yuffie immediately ran to her husband and daughter only to feel something shooting from the sky and pinning her to the ground…

Time until Vincent's life expires: 15 days, 5 months…Palace of Wutai

She woke up with a gasp…she's been having this nightmare since she learned about the cause of Vincent's imminent death. As Yuffie studied the area around her, she noted that she was back in the storage room—she then remembered why she was in that area of the palace in the first place…she was looking for the booties that her mother had given to her when she was a baby. There was a reason that was on her bucket list, as she wanted to study the pattern of the booties so that she could make them for her daughter.

With her mind made up, Yuffie started propping herself up only to realize that she was not alone—last she remembered, there was no blanket around her, and neither was Vincent parked in his wheelchair and asleep at the wall next to her. As she put two and two together, she came to realize that as she was looking for the booties, Vincent must have found her falling asleep, and decided against leaving her there alone. So he came back with a blanket, and must've gently parked himself next to her as she remained asleep. She smiled sadly as she continued to ponder that dream she had been having. While she was glad that it was simply that, Yuffie could not help but wonder if it would ever come to pass that she would be joining Vincent in death with their daughter. She simply kissed her husband gently on the forehead, and started to move quietly so as not to disturb him in his sleep…Leviathan only knows how much of his sleep is haunted by nightmares even today.

She thought he was going to wake up, but she learned that he was only coughing for a bit…thank Leviathan he took his pills—she most certainly did not want him coughing up his blood on her…but at the same time, she tried to make him comfier by massaging his chest gently. Once assured that he was asleep, she started weaving her way out—at last, she was free! Now to get to work on looking for that pair of booties! The second she stood up, she jumped forward and crashed into a shelf the second she felt something on her ass, barely managing to catch a large box in midair before it fell on Vincent's head. Yuffie let out a sigh of relief, and set the box down before pulling out her PHS. Whoever was calling her had better have something important…or else she'll be asking for that person's head. "Hello?"

"Yuffie?"

It was Tifa! "Oh hey Teef, what's up?"

Her voice sounded excited. "I've got news Yuffie! I was in the hospital for my checkup on the baby—the doctor said that I wasn't going to have a baby. I asked her why, and she said 'Because that's not a baby in there Mrs. Strife…' And she showed me and Cloud why…"

As she lowered the box down with the phone held in her shoulder Yuffie was curious…what was so exciting that Tifa was so eager to let out the news? It had to be good, otherwise Tifa would've been admitted to the nearest psychiatric ward. "What? What did the two of you see?"

"Doctor Finnegan showed me on the ultrasound that there was not a baby inside of me, Yuffie…there are two!"

Her eyes widened with surprise…Tifa was having twins? This was indeed good news! "Did you find out the genders?"

"One of them is a boy, the other's a girl."

"Oh my god Tifa! You're having twins!"

"I know!"

"Have you thought of any names yet?"

"Well, for the girl, we decided to name her Maya…it sounded like a really pretty name, and Cloud and I agreed to it. We're having trouble agreeing on what to name the boy—Cid already beat us to Blake, lucky him. Now we're considering having a look in 'The Big Book of Children's Names'…that's how much we're at our wit's end about this!"

"What about Warren? I mean, Vince and I were going to name our baby that, but then we found out that it was going to be a girl…at least when we thought it was a boy, we were certain of it, but now we're very lost on what to name our little princess."

"About Vincent…how's he doing?"

"Aside from his lung medications, he should be doing fine. Why? What's up?"

"Dr. Edwards asked me to check up on Vincent for him. I'm very sorry Yuffie that you have to go through all this—and with a baby on the way…"

"I've made peace with it already Teef. I know that Vincent's going to die, but all I can do at the moment is make his last days the best he's ever had. What would you have done if it was Cloud that this was happening to?"

"I don't know…but maybe I would have done what you're doing now."

"I've got to go Tifa, but say hi to Cloud for me!"

"Okay then, bye!"

It was then that Yuffie hung up her PHS. Now where in the world were those booties? It was then that she figured 'might as well check out that box I almost dropped', and sure enough, there they were—in their small and silken pink cuteness. These were the same silken booties that her mother made for her when she was a baby. Oh she could remember it now…they were blurry memories, but they were good memories nonetheless—memories of the time when her mother was still alive.

It was then that she heard Vincent groaning as he woke up. "Judging by the joyful aura in the room, I'd say something good's happened."

Yuffie simply crept up to Vincent and kissed him on the forehead. "Tifa's having twins."

"Good news it is then…"

"I suggested naming their son Warren."

"I can see Blake having competition for our princess's affection."

"Ah yes, I can see it now…all our little grandchildren would probably be having little potty mouths just like their daddy and his daddy before him. Just a scenario I'd like to avoid if at all possible."

"Agreed…let's hope that her affections gravitate in the general direction of young Warren Strife." It was then that Vincent's attention was turned elsewhere…he reached forward, and picked up what it was that gathered his interest from a shelf. "Well, it's been a while since I've seen this…"

She was curious to as to what it was that Vincent picked up, and so Yuffie took a look, and she found a pair of small bars with a hinge on each end, and latched shut. What in the world was that? Her question was answered when Vincent used his pinkie to unlatch the bars, and grabbing one bar—the motions were quick, but by the time they were over, she now knew what it was that he was twirling around…when she noted a blade pointing at her at the end of one motion before Vincent twirled the blade closed by rolling it around his thumb. "Is that…a balisong?"

As he spoke, Vincent twirled around the balisong, performing various tricks with it. "That it is…in fact, I remember getting one in particular for my birthday while I was out there clamping down on the terrorism pandemic…as much as I hated Shin-Ra then. It took me hours in my spare time to do so, but I was able to master the art of twirling it; and in turn, it also served me well in my days as a Turk when I had to take a life…discreetly and when a gun would be inappropriate for silence. Plus the colleague who gave me that knife bet that I would not be able to master at least 30 tricks with it in two weeks."

"Did you win?"

"I mastered it in one week, six days, twenty-three hours, and 59 minutes after learning 40 tricks. The prize for the winner was the pool accumulated from everyone participating in the bet (which totaled up to nearly 3000 gil), while the humiliating fate of the loser was of scrubbing the latrines and buying doughnuts for the entire squad for a whole month."

"How is that humiliating?"

Vincent's expression was grim and yet it also betrayed a sliver of amusement…maybe even a bit of relief…it must have been so humiliating if he was relieved at the close call. "Oh it was humiliating when the loser of the bet had to scrub the latrines for a whole month…with his tongue."

Yuffie's eyes widened in surprise, while her jaw had fallen to the ground. "No…fucking…way…"

"Yes fucking way."

"How did you do it?"

"I practiced twirling handguns since the first day I was drafted…once I trained up my hand and fingers to be faster and more agile for tricks with a balisong, it was easy."

"That's cool! Is there anything else you can do?"

"As long as I already have the basics on how to do it, and I've trained my fingers to be fast enough, I can pretty much do anything that requires delicate finger-work. By the way Yuffie, I've a surprise for you."

"What sort of surprise?"

"I've been doing some research—apparently a rumor has been found of the spiciest food in the world."

Yuffie looked at Vincent with curiosity in her eyes. "What did you find out in your research?"

"I must ask you a question before I tell you what I've learned…how high is your tolerance to curry?"

There was excitement in her eyes when he mentioned the word 'curry', as Yuffie's voice was near screaming. "Are you kidding me? I love curry!"

"Well then, in that case—rumor has it that a restaurant in New Wutai had developed the formula for what is quite possibly the spiciest food and the world's best curry in the world by accident…so far, only the yakuza bosses have tasted it, and that's because the curry was so good that they extorted the head chef into keeping its cooking process and the location of the restaurant a closely-guarded secret."

"How did you get wind of this rumor?"

"Sakura gave me the heads up on its existence…she didn't exactly tell me the name of the restaurant, but she did tell me that it was somewhere in the downtown area of New Wutai. After a bit of research, I managed to find its exact location."

"How soon can we get there?"

"Well milady, if we get dressed now and call up Ichigo, we can be there in time for the restaurant to open quietly for the yakuza bosses. Which actually works well if there are gambler-style bosses out and about…in the event you feel like busting someone and throwing them into jail."

Yuffie was very overjoyed as she kissed Vincent in the mouth and ran off to her room to get changed—today, she got to finish off two things on her list of things to do. It actually put the thoughts of her nightmares out of her mind—especially when it was her dying husband that was helping her. But at the same time, she could not help but wonder if what she had foreseen would come true…after all, that first nightmare she had before this one had already come true…

Flashback, roughly 15 days ago…

She woke up to Vincent shaking her awake. "Are you all right Yuffie?" he asked, "You seemed to be having a nightmare." "Yeah, I'm fine Vince," she said, "don't worry about it. It's just a dream after all."

"Do you wish to talk about it?"

"No, but thanks Vinnie…I'll be fine."

Truth be told, she was in fact quite a bit tired…the same nightmare had been haunting her dreams for a while now. The only thing that kept her brave was the fact that she was having Vincent's baby…she was going to be a mother! She was going to have a princess of her own—a child that Vincent can finally be there for…a child that he can actually be a father to…a child that would make their lives complete. It was then that she began to consider the meaning of her nightmare.

Yuffie remembered it well…she was walking around in the darkness towards her cottage outside of Wutai. She then noted that the lights were on…how can this be? Who was in there? Once she got a look inside the window, she saw Vincent sitting in the middle of the living room looking at an album next to the fireplace—he studied one photograph in particular however, and that was the photograph of him and Yuffie sitting in the central park. They took that photograph shortly after Vincent's attack on the yakuza heads and his prompt promotion to Commissioner right after that event. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Chaos crept out of the shadows slowly—something was not right about him…he had a psychotic grin on his face that spoke of murder…and he was carrying a butcher knife. She banged against the windows, trying to get his attention—to warn him of the impending doom, but Vincent continued on as if he didn't hear anything…and it was too late! Chaos took the butcher knife, and ran it through Vincent's neck, laughing evilly as he threw the body into the fire the second that his body softened in death from blood loss via a severed jugular vein and carotid artery. It was then that he flew out of the cottage, and Yuffie could do nothing but watch as the house she lived in burned to the ground with Vincent's corpse inside.

Ever since she found herself to be pregnant, Yuffie had been suffering from this nightmare. It was truly an awful affair…and had been making it hard for her to sleep. Now she knew how bad Vincent's been having it all his life before they found him. However, there was one good thing to be celebrating tonight—and it really did lift her spirits then…as Tifa had announced her pregnancy!

As she and Vincent walked to the limousine after Cid landed the Shera and started following them for the ride, Yuffie's joy upon hearing that her friend was having a baby as well was enough to make Yuffie forget about the nightmares she's been happy. It was a rather joyful set of news! "I can't believe Tifa's pregnant."

"I hope Cloud intends to marry her…speaking of which, a little bird has been telling me that it's likely to happen tonight."

"Shelke told you?"

"Whenever she's off from a mission or she's not going out with Reeve, she's living with them now. Pretty soon, she will be Ms. Tifa Lockheart no longer, but instead she will be Mrs. Tifa Lockheart-Strife…assuming of course she wants to change her surname as is traditionally done."

"Somehow, I think Tifa seems likely to want to seal the deal with the name-change."

"Agreed."

The drive to the Seventh Heaven was uneventful one, but party that celebrated Tifa's pregnancy was a happy one…there was a photograph of AVALANCHE set up behind the bar from when Aeris was still alive so that she could participate from beyond the grave in a sense. The food was nice, and everyone was giving praise to Tifa and Yuffie as well as wishing them both luck in their futures as mothers. And now it was speech time as Vincent pulled out the bottle of 2005 Chateau Renoir Midgarian Pinot Noir, filled his glass, and stood up.

"Everyone, I'd like to have your attention! I'd like say 'thank-you' to Cloud and Tifa, for inviting us all on this most joyous occasion. If there were a time that I most had thanks for, it would be the day that we all got together and became the one thing that made us different from any other group of friends…and that would be the day when we all became a family. And so to you Cloud Strife, I wish you a long and happy future with Tifa at your side, and a new life which you shall be bringing into this world. To you, Tifa Lockheart, I wish you…" Before he could continue any further, everyone could only watch Vincent began to double back in a fit of coughing…and were frozen in terror when they saw the telltale red of blood on his hand. As Vincent pulled his hand away to inspect the liquid on his hand, he began to faint—dropping the glass of wine to the ground.

Yuffie was the first to react the second she saw him sway and drop the glass. She immediately ran, and caught him mid-fall. "SOMEBODY CALL AN AMBULANCE!"

Present…

The limousine stopped at an alley two blocks away from a restaurant in the food district…in this area of New Wutai, restaurants and markets were more common than anything else—hence it was given the title of Rice Town. It is here in Rice Town that many of the yakuza don't even bother coming here to start a fight—it's a unanimously-declared demilitarized zone for them by the council, and it is in one restaurant in particular that they gather for any council meetings that Yuffie would find the spiciest food in the world. "Milady, I don't think you should be seen here," said Ichigo, "if anyone knows you've been seen at this part of town…"

"There's no worry," said Yuffie, fixing a wig over her head, "nobody is going to recognize me while I have this on. Besides, I'm going out while there's customers being served—they're not going to make a big fuss if I come out in disguise. You ready Vince?"

Vincent shifting his sunglasses up and popped two lung medication pills into his mouth and downing them with a water bottle. "Now I am." With that, Ichigo got out of the car, and pulled out the wheelchair, helping Yuffie to stuff him into the seat. "We'll call you when we're ready to leave at the rendezvous point."

"Understood. I'll see you there soon."

Ichigo drove away, and then Yuffie and Vincent were apparently two different people altogether. Yuffie wore a wig of black hair that went down to the top of her buttocks and a pair of glowing neon-blue contact lenses that made her appear to be a former SOLDIER member. Vincent on the other hand wore a pair of sunglasses that obscured his eyes and a wig with cropped hair that made him appear as he did in his Turk days—he played the blind and crippled lover to the pregnant woman who aided him.

The second they got to the door, Yuffie opened the door for Vincent and allowed him to wheel into the restaurant, known only as "Northern Spices". Thankfully, nobody recognized the couple as they walked toward the receptionist.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes, I have a reservation for two under the name 'Gao'."

"Ah yes, right this way." The two of them followed the receptionist as they found their table…a chair was pulled away to accommodate for Vincent being in a wheelchair. After almost five minutes, a waiter appeared. "Can I take your order?"

Yuffie pulled out a folded piece of paper out of her pocket, and handed it to the waiter. "Yes, I'd like a pot of tea, and two orders of this."

Upon reading the writing on the paper, the waiter's eyes widened in surprise before he turned to Yuffie. "M-ma'am, I'm not sure we have that dish on our…" Before he could continue, the waiter felt something like a knife pointing at his genitals. Yuffie grinned slightly and playfully waved him in closer—oh he knew what she wanted…and he would oblige this woman who was threatening his manhood with a knife by getting closer so that she can whisper at him.

"I don't give a rat's ass what's not on your menu. If you are so worried about the yakuza coming down on you, then tell the chef to keep it a secret. I doubt you'll be refusing this customer again…especially since she's paying you well, and is royalty."

The waiter pulled away slightly so that he could study her face, and sure enough, he was frightened. Oh he was trapped between a rock and a hard place—on the one hand, the chef swore all the employees to keep the existence of the world's best curry a secret or else the yakuza would have their heads, and on the other, he was being threatened by the empress herself, and no doubt with a blind man witnessing it. All he could do was gulp as he was sweating bullets from sheer terror at the situation he had found himself in. "I-I'll see what I can do…in the meantime, w-w-what sort of tea would you be having y-y-your majesty?"

Yuffie looked to Vincent, silently inquiring as to what he wanted. "Genmaicha is fine."

The waiter felt the knife being pulled away, and despite the relief he found that he was no longer being threatened, he was still sweating away in fear. "I-I-I'll have your t-t-tea ready for you shortly…and I'll s-see to it that t-t-the chef complies…" Only after he finished that sentence did the waiter run off, almost knocking over a waitress and a customer.

"Was that really necessary?"

"He wouldn't comply. How would you have done it?"

"Well, I would…"

"You know what, forget it…I know what you're going to say—you're going to say that it usually takes manners to convince someone to do something for you…besides, your gentlemanly act would've only worked on us ladies anyway…not that I'm asking you to stop being gentlemanly, of course. The way I see it, the day you do anything ungentlemanly is the day the world ends again."

"The 'gentlemanly act' doesn't just charm women. In fact, I've actually charmed men successfully with it too…although the memories of my successes are ones I'd much rather forget."

Her eyes widened with surprise upon hearing that. "You mean…were they…really?"

"Yes, yes, and yes. And don't ask me how because even I don't know, but for some reason, I can tell if a man or woman is gay, straight, or bisexual. For example, the lady on the table behind you is a lesbian, but one of her brothers is straight and the other is bi."

"What about the waiter?"

"If I switched on the charm on him, he would have not only gotten our food to us peacefully, but I'm fairly certain he would have been masturbating the second he got home."

"Because he's gay?"

"Because he's gay."

As if on cue, the waiter appeared, with a teapot and two teacups. Vincent nodded to Yuffie, saying to her that he's going to show her something. With that, he pretended to be blind, and tapped the waiter's hand to get his attention. "Thank-you kind sir for the service. Now if you would kindly bring us our food as soon as possible, I'll see to it that my tip for you is higher than usual." The waiter looked at Vincent, turning red from hearing his voice. Oh he was scared, but this was the good sort of scared. "You're welcome s-sir…I'll see if I can get you your food sooner then…" With that, the waiter began sauntering away…and Yuffie looked to see the waiter actually trip over a customer's foot before getting back up and running back into the kitchen before turning her attention back to Vincent with surprise in her eyes.

It was then that Vincent shook off the sense of unpleasantness he felt when he charmed the waiter. "This is how much more convincing being polite can be…it is only when you have no other option that you should be turning to threats. I only regret having to show you in this manner."

Yuffie moved on in and kissed her husband on the lips. "Nobody is ever going to take you away from me…not while I draw breath."

"Yuffie…"

"Don't say it. I just want to forget about that fact right now. I want you to enjoy what time you have left…that's all I want from you now."

It wasn't long before the waiter returned with the food, and winked at Vincent…only to spot a jealous Yuffie glaring daggers at him. It was then that the waiter turned to face Vincent in shock…and then in resignation. "I'm sorry about this. But I do have a tip for you should you go out searching for a date…make sure you're on the same page, and manners will be more than helpful."

"Thanks."

"I'm still giving you a better tip for your service."

"Thank-you kindly sir."

With that, the waiter bowed, and left with a satisfied look on his face. As soon as he was gone, Yuffie looked on at the dish in front of her: the curry was a yellowish color with orange pools of chili oil floating on top and cubes of potatoes and beef, onion slices, and what looked like chili peppers were sitting at the bottom. She dipped her spoon into the bowl, and poured a little bit of the curry on some of her side of rice before scooping it up and eating it. Oh she could taste it! Mixed into the curry powder was also wasabi powder, ground peppercorn, and something even hotter than chili—it was jalapeño pepper! No wonder it was spicy…the head chef went all-out with the spices in the sauce! She wasted no time in downing her cup of tea…and she watched as even Vincent had trouble…as she watched him cry out of another reason than sadness…life started looking better now!

A/N: And now through a dream, we have a look at things to come. Would Yuffie's dream come true? On a lighter note…OMG! Tifa's having twins! I picture New Wutai as a sort of analogue to modern-day Hong Kong according to my dad.

Songs Played:

"Soldier Vs. Ghost" from "Metal Gear Solid: The Twin Snakes": Yuffie tracking down Galian Beast.

Vocabulary and Culture notes:

Genmaicha—this is a Japanese green tea where the tea leaves are mixed in with brown rice that is sometimes popped…in the old days, this was for the peasants because tea was so expensive in those days.