Author's Note: Well, the chapter that reveals everything is here! FINALLY! I was gonna make you guys wait until the sixth chapter to find out, but I decided to just create a slightly longer chapter and mashed everything together.
So the nine chapters I had previously shrunk into six, haha.
So I'll have tons of writing ahead of me! That I will hopefully get to after I get home from visiting my partner, and before I go off to California.
Oh god, I'm talking way too much.

MOVING ON. Thank you bunches once again. Your continuous support has got me smiling bigger everyday, haha.

And of course, Lizz-sama, you're always great.

Vincent Valentine Knew Everything

The morning came slower than I had hoped as I laid awake in bed forever.
I focused my eyes on the clock.
It read 10:36.
I had planned to be up and ready by 10:30,
but I was always too late.
Of course, I had adapted to this feeling of lateness,
and learned to live with it.
I repositioned myself,
attempting to comfort all these feelings of discomfort in my chest.
The attempt was a failure.
I made my way to the bathroom,
and I looked at myself in the mirror,
with my eyes still red and cheeks still puffy;
I was just as disgusting anytime of day, but it seemed to bother me most now.

A rush of warmth filled my cheeks and I wanted to scream.
But instead I let out a yawn and turned away from the mirror.
I rinsed off my cheeks with cool water,
turned on the shower and took off my clothes.
I preferred to let the mirror fog up before I took them off.
I would do anything to avoid seeing myself,
especially all of me.
There was this terrible feeling
it gave me and my appearance mattered more to me than it should have.

There seemed to be no one that could make me feel beautiful.
But that was my loss; my loss and my error.
I should've realized that I was the only one who could make me happy,
only I couldn't because I was too shallow and naïve to see it.
It's sad. It really is.
I love the world so much—everything has beauty.
You've just got to look for it.
It isn't real if you don't have to find it.
Of course, there is always the obvious.
A body filled with sleek curves and beautiful features.
Is it truly beautiful? Or is it just a perception?
I won't get technical on you.
All I'm trying to say is that…
we are filled with thoughts of a stereotypical beauty.
Well what about the rest of us?
Are we not beautiful?
I think we are. Now I do, anyway.

I got out of the shower.
Much like the mirror, my mind was still foggy.
It was twisted with images of last night.
Visions of my future without the one I loved.
There was still something inside me though,
telling me to forget it and continue with my life.
But my heart wanted me to go to where he was,
and fix everything.

Not sure what to do with myself,
I threw on anything I could find and left the house.
I was walking faster than ever and with no destination.
Or maybe, I knew where I was going all along.
When I reached his front door,
I hesitated.
I had no idea how I'd gotten there.
And with a frightful knock on the door,
a few seconds passed me by… and there he was;
comforting as ever and seemingly expecting me.

Vincent had gotten an apartment in Edge
the moment he and I started getting closer.
He didn't want to travel all the time, and of course,
I have a relationship of mutual dislike with boats and airships.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.
His hair was a mess,
and he looked like he hadn't gotten any sleep whatsoever.
The usual glint in his eyes was dull and lifeless.
I had spent so much of my time shining those eyes,
and with one night, all of my work vanished from him.

"Vinnie.. I..." I couldn't seem to get the words out.
Why couldn't I just run away? My feet were glued to the ground, that's why.
"I.. I'm sorry."

He stepped aside from the door,
and let me in. As I walked in,
I saw the living room was the same as I had left it.
The movie we had rented kept replaying over and over on the screen.
Popcorn and soda and chips littered the table and the floors.
Blankets were scattered everywhere,
and I was taken back to last night.

The room was extremely dark as I huddled against Vincent against his will.
Tons of blankets covered me,
as I peeked through his ratty cape that I found comfort in.
I always seemed to get scared by the movies we watch every Friday,
well because,
Vincent always picked them.
If it were up to me, we'd be watching Wutain movies,
with ninjas and princesses.
Something he doesn't like very much.

I stared at the TV as the monster killed everything in its path.
Sinking further back into the couch as if any second now,
the monster was going to pop out of the screen and come after me next.

I glanced at Vince and saw that even though it was dark,
his eyes were still visible and that they glowed.
I'd never noticed that before,
but I guess you learn new things every day.

Vincent Valentine is gorgeous.
His pale complexion and dark hair complemented each other,
and you can't deny the fact that even though he's a moody vampire,
he's still extremely hot that way.

"Something I can help you with Yuffie?"
His smooth voice snapped me back to reality,
and all the blood rushed to my face as I turned my attention back to the movie.
I felt him shudder trying to hold back the laughter.

"Shut up Vincent. I was just… looking at how… uhm… at… uhhhh… shit!"
I could never win with Vince. I get nervous and…
I can't think of words, and when I do they don't come out right.

"It's alright Yuffie, don't hurt yourself trying to think,"
I heard the sarcasm in his voice, and I jumped up and pointed my finger at him.

"VINNIE! YOU MADE A JOKE!
ONLY IT'S NOT THAT FUNNY! BUT IT WAS A NICE TRY!"
I couldn't help but jump around his living room,
celebrating the fact that I'd slightly,
just SLIGHTLY rubbed off on him.

"…"

"Awh, come on. Don't start that again broody! Smile!"
I bent down to his level, and poked my fingers at the corners of his mouth,
tugging at them, trying to form a smile.
It didn't work very well.
His lips were so perfect, and his nose,
and his eyes and his whole freaking face!
I stared at his lips,
moving up and up until finally my gray orbs met his;
so much trouble, and torture, and sincerity and…
what was that soft feeling I could see in his eyes?
We stared at each other for a long time,
as screams were heard from the movie.
I could feel myself getting closer and closer to him by the minute,
and my heart was pounding in my chest—right then I think I was more nervous
and scared than the actors from the stupid movie,
but I couldn't stop myself.

My face was as red as his beautiful eyes and I closed mine,
and felt my lips press against his.
In that moment, everything came together,
and I felt at peace and perfect.
Just, perfect.

But everything crashed down as he pulled himself from me,
and walked away.
I stared at the floor, and felt his eyes on me.
I couldn't take this, I had to tell him.

"Vincent… I like you. I LOVE you.
I thought you knew this, I mean… isn't it pretty obvious?
I've liked you since I could remember.
And I can't fucking stop! Believe me, I've tried.
But I just can't! You've made your mark in my heart,
and I can't just cut it off you know…"
I looked at him, and I could see the blankness in his eyes.
There was nothing there anymore.
Panic washed over me once again,
and it rained down on me that I'd made a big mistake.
This couldn't be happening.

Vincent Valentine was gone,
and he took Yuffie Kisaragi with him.

The daylight fell to darkness in the room and
I could feel myself aching again.
One day.
Only one day had passed and it seemed like a lifetime ago.
The pain was still too much to bear.

"I think I should get going,"
I said, suddenly stopping in my tracks and backing away,
tail between my legs.
Vinnie seemed confused by my sudden urge to leave,
but responded anyway,
"Alright. Are you going to be... okay Yuffie?"

It took me longer than it probably should have to answer this question.
I looked at him, I looked through him.
And then I looked into his garnet eyes.
They seemed different,
as if they were saying something.
But what they were saying,
I couldn't decipher.
"I'll have to be," and with that foolish answer I took my leave.
He closed the door behind me and that was it.
Our moment was gone—but not forever.
We would have another one,
if we were meant to, in time.
He knew I was going to be at his house,
he wanted me to be.
After all,
Vincent Valentine knew everything.

Nooooo. How can I do this to you guys?! I'm such a cruel person! HOW CAN I NOT LET THEM HAVE THEIR MOMENT?! Fret not, little ones. THERE ARE MANY CHAPTERS AHEAD. Well, not many. But enough.
Reviews and criticisms are always welcome. FEED MY BOX. Welp, that sounded kind of wrong.