100 Themes!
I really wanted to try my hand at this, so I used Yuffie and Vincent as my focus. I hope you like it! Please leave a comment and lemme know how I did, 'kay? Thanks.
Title: 100 Flavours
Rating: T
Warning (s): Some cussing from Yuffie, and suggestive themes at times.
Summary: 100 Yuffentine themes. Got them from a table here at LJ.
001: Savings box
During their adventures with AVALANCHE, Vincent watched Yuffie add little by little to the precious box under her bed. However, it wasn’t gil she was stealing and then hiding away.
002: Lip cream
Vincent imagined that Yuffie would taste like strawberries- it was only natural for him to. That was the flavour of her lip balm.
003: Photograph
He took it out of his pocket and stared at it a lot when he thought no one was watching. Yuffie was always watching.
004: Plaster
Vincent sighed heavily as Yuffie clamped her eyes shut, a tear leaking over the rim of stormy grey irises and trickling down her face.
“Just get it over with already, Vinnie!” she ordered. He took heed to her demand and used his sharp golden claw to tear the plaster away from her knee. The scab was almost healed. Yuffie let out a low breath and Vincent’s lips flickered into almost a smile. Almost.
005: Oil
Vincent wouldn’t have minded Yuffie’s Wutatian cooking, had it been almost partially edible. Unfortunately, no matter which meal it was- the key ingredient seemed to be olive oil. …He couldn’t resist those huge, pleading grey eyes though.
“How is it Vinnie? Be brutally honest! I can take it!”
“… It’s… delicious, Yuffie.”
Her smile said it all.
006: Travelling abroad
The only time Yuffie ever shut her mouth was when AVALANCHE travelled on a moving vehicle. Occasionally she opened it- but it wasn’t to talk.
007: A group of shooting stars
“You know what Vince?”
Vincent glanced up casually from where his eyes had been fixed on the fire, to where Yuffie was sprawled over half the couch next to him, gazing out the window. He didn’t say anything, waiting for her to hit him with another portion of her ‘undying wisdom’ as she had self-proclaimed it. She grinned at him, her eyes twinkling. He quirked a brow.
“I’m starting to think AVALANCHE is just a group of shooting stars. Aren’t you?”
008: Ball game
“Hey batter, batter, batter! Hey batter, batter, batter!” Yuffie yelped. Cloud rolled his eyes, trying to concentrate on the ball that Vincent was pitching. The ex-Turk composed himself, as Yuffie awaited readily behind Cloud for the ball. Tifa was prepared to sprint to second base. Vincent launched the ball at an astonishing pace, and Cloud swung, missing by a country mile. Yuffie caught it in her mitt, and leapt up cheering loudly.
“You’re out!” Aeris yelled as Yuffie ran to Vincent, hand stretched out. He didn’t humour her. She giggled, eyes bright and a skip in her step.
“Watch out losers! Team Yuffie and Vin-Vin strike AGAIN!”
009: King
Godo was a king. Which automatically made Yuffie a princess. However, just because Godo could run a country all on his own- did not mean that that automatically meant Yuffie could too. Why?
… Because she’s Yuffie.
010: Burn
Yuffie wasn’t one to back down from arguments quickly. Normally, she won, with her quick tongue and excellent lying skills. But when Vinnie pulled out the super-mega-ultra-death- Glare on her- she knew that if she kept this up, the burn would sting far too much to bear.
011: Trouble maker
If you asked Cloud if Yuffie was a trouble maker, he would undoubtedly say ‘yes.’ Tifa would say it reluctantly, and Cid would say it grudgingly. But if you were to ask Vincent if Yuffie was the trouble maker, if Yuffie found trouble and jumped right in, he would shake his head. He observed a lot of things you see.
“Yuffie does not find trouble. Trouble usually finds Yuffie.”
012: Vacuum cleaner
There was more than one reason why Yuffie’s room was by far the messiest of all her friends. Being afraid of the noise the vacuum cleaner made was one. … It’s a long story.
013: Kiss
Yuffie often kicked herself for the fact that her first kiss with Vincent had been a total accident. She had been dancing around the kitchen singing into the mop, while Cait Sith laughed himself into convulsions over her. The mop had been wet and leaked all over the floor, causing Yuffie THE NINJA to slip on the puddle and start to fall straight onto her back. Luckily Vincent had caught her, holding her up with only his claw, leaning over her with a curious look in his eyes. Yuffie had been breath-taken by him, and then Cait had leapt out of nowhere and jumped on Vincent’s head. Causing him to, of course, dip his head in just enough for his lips to brush Yuffie’s. Warm like fire and then instantly gone. And then there was splitting pain, as Yuffie fell to the floor, and Vincent abandoned her in favour of finding the little mechanical cat, and putting bullet holes through his stomach.
014: Muscular training
Warming up was key. This, Yuffie discovered after one of Cloud’s rigorous muscular workouts. However… having a cool compress set atop her roasting brow by Vincent Valentine himself wasn’t so bad. Maybe the pain was worth it…? Ow, OW, definitely NOT worth it!
015: Youth
They were opposites. He was tall, she was short. He had long hair, she had cropped. Her skin was tanned and his white. Her favourite colour was lilac and his was red. She liked candy and soda and he liked nuts and coffee. And probably the most glaring difference- she was young and he was old. She should have had no interest in him. But… as she came to him, with that glint in her eyes and that devilish grin raking her pretty features, he decided youth and freedom was what made her… Yuffie. And a body pretending it was young which possessed wisdom- was what made him Vincent.
016: Hypnosis
He’d played along with her antics. Besides… Yuffie with a bar of soap on a string waving it in front of his eyes with her eyes concentrating and her tongue poking out of her mouth was unbearably sweet.
…Had he really just thought that?!
017: The Duty of Siblings
When it was Tifa’s birthday, she made a cake messily and he sang, albeit v e r y quietly. When Cid announced his engagement to Shera, she congratulated excitedly and he drank champagne in toast. When Aeris died, she cried her little heart out and he was silent for days on end. When they saved the world, they fought together and triumphed together. AVALANCHE were family. So what if Yuffie and Vincent were a tad closer than the rest of them?
… All of it was the duty of siblings.
018: Straight
Sometimes, Vinnie was such a stiff! Yuffie thought angrily. She’d been trying to help when she blanched his boxer shorts!
019: Rest one's head on a person's lap
He was reading a book when he felt a slight weight hit his lap, and an ‘oomph!’ from below his hands. He glanced down, already well aware of who had taken residence to his knees. Yuffie was blowing her bangs from eyes looking exhausted. Vincent’s lips twitched behind the high collar of his cloak and his eyes bore into her own stormy grey ones. Her lips fell into a half smile and she reached up to play with a strand of his hair. He waited for her to speak.
“Vinnie, you know I was only trying to be nice by washing everyone’s clothes, don’t you? I mean, was it my fault Tifa’s leathers got mixed up with Aeris’ delicates? Or that the Chain-smoker left one of his cancer sticks in the pocket of his trousers? No. No it was not.” She pouted wildly and Vincent sighed awaiting for the plead that would come in five, four, three, two-
“So, you think you could talk to Chocobo-butt and get him to drop all charges? I mean, not that being on wash duty for the next three weeks doesn’t have it’s perks, but…”
020: Contract
Yuffie saluted Vincent.
“Yes Vinnie, I solemnly swear that I shall not bother you this afternoon, because you have very serious business to attend to,” she said seriously, her eyes glittering. Vincent sighed and put his hand out to shake her own. She glanced at it, and put her own hand to her face, launching a gob of spit into the palm before slapping it together with Vincent’s. He rolled his eyes, but not before he heard Yuffie bend down to Cait Sith and giggle as she whispered:
“Don’t disturb Vince this afternoon. He’s masturbating!”
021: Quiz
“Vinnie, what’s my favourite colour?”
“…Lilac.”
“…Okay, what’s my favourite food?”
“…Wutatian fried shrimp.”
“… Lucky guess. Okay, you’ll never get this one! Who is my favourite-”
“Person in the world? …Me, of course.”
“…Cocky bastard.”
022: Emotion
Contrary to popular belief, Vincent Valentine could in fact show emotion. Yuffie had seen it. No one could have gone through Aeris’ death without being at least a little sad. Yuffie decided that was why he let her snuggle up next to him and weep into his cloak so much. Because contrary to popular belief Vincent Valentine wasn’t an unfeeling vampire. …Well… he might have been a vampire.
023: Castle in the sky
“Look! Vinnie, look!” Yuffie screeched, pointing to the sky with one of her chipped purple fingernails. The two were lying on their backs on a grassy hilltop, waiting for the others to rendezvous with them. Yuffie was cloud watching to pass the time. This was seemed to excite her more than the bunny, the apple and the cotton candy. (How a cloud could not resemble cotton candy… Vincent couldn’t fathom)
“That one looks like a castle in the sky!”
“… Isn’t that a movie?”
024: Hay fever
He practically barricaded himself in his room, not wanting anyone to see him like this. He hated summer weather. However, when he heard a loud ramming on his door and the familiar whine of Yuffie he opened the door, trying to focus on her through puffy red eyes and a runny nose. She smiled sheepishly.
“I used to get hay fever all the time in Wutai. Here. It’s Yuffie’s special blend!” she insisted, shoving the mug into his hands. He took it gingerly, not wanting to upset her. However, after the last meal she cooked him, and the collective food poisoning of AVALANCHE, Vincent wasn’t totally sure it would be all that good for him…
025: Pierce
He watched her pierce her ears. He stood against the bathroom wall, watching carefully as she took an ice-cube away from her numbed, reddened lobe and lit a match on the tip of her needle. She then placed an apple behind her ear and took a deep breath, before sticking the needle through before she could chicken out.
Pity she fainted over the amount of blood that came spurting out.
026: Body fat
It always made Vincent happy to see how little Yuffie cared. She would eat a tub of chocolate ice-cream, go outside and beat a few monsters to death, and then change into her bikini to go for a swim in the nearest lake, regardless of who saw her. He admired that Yuffie was one of the only females he had ever met that didn’t have the slightest worry over ever developing body fat. Being a ninja helped…
027: Soap bubbles
He’d been trying to relax. However, what with Yuffie running around armed with a circular shaped twig and a vial of washing up liquid, puffing her cheeks up to blow as many bubbles as she could- this was a near impossible feat.
028: Secret
“But you can’t tell anyone!” she insisted, pulling her face away from his ear. He shook his head, lips pressed carefully together. Yuffie smiled. Vinnie was good at keeping her secrets.
029: Thing left behind
He had entered her room by chance one evening, to ask her if she wanted hot chocolate that Tifa was preparing. She was sitting on her bed, holding a cushion to her chest and rocking back and forth, looking bad tempered and upset all at the same time. When he quirked a brow she smiled sheepishly.
“I left my favourite moogle in Wutai.”
030: Blood
Vincent did not mind blood one bit. His cloak was the same colour, as were his eyes, and through his years as a Turk, and a member of AVALANCHE he saw more than his fair share of the stuff. However… when it was Yuffie’s blood… He found it far harder to stomach.
031: Glasses
“I am NOT wearing them, and that is FINAL!” She had rushed in from the hall, slamming the door and collapsing onto the sofa beside Vincent. He sighed.
“It would be far better for your health if you wore them, Yuffie.”
“I’ll look like a nerd!”
“…I don’t think you will.”
“… Really, Vince? You’re not just saying that?”
“…On the contrary. I… rather like women who wear glasses.” Yuffie was up and out of the room in seconds.
“Ti-FAAAAAA!”
032: Homemade
After that one night that by some odd twist of fate Vincent was elected to cook- Yuffie had decided that he made the best damn homemade tomato ketchup on the whole damn Planet.
033: Punishment
She pouted exaggeratedly, as Tifa, Cloud and Vincent sat watching her, making sure that she didn’t move. She wasn’t going to get away with it this time- stealing all the Hi-Potion and blaming it on Cait Sith. Her time out had gone up to 16 minutes.
034: 2-seater
“I’ll bet I could fit on that chocobo with you, Vinnie!” Yuffie said happily, lodging one foot beside his own and hoisting herself up and onto the squawking bird. It was less that comfortable for the both of them, but Yuffie got to press her face into Vincent’s cloak, and the breeze carried the scent of her hair to his nostrils. So it was alright in the end.
035: Memory
That one would always be her favourite. The time when her and Vinnie-oh! But what about that time? That one was pretty good too! Or… the time when-! …This could take a while. A LONG while.
036: Glasswork
“Shots for all!” Yuffie yelled happily, playing around with the little glasses. She balanced them on each of her fingers, before throwing them in the air and spinning them around one by one. Vincent wasn’t going to risk another Yuffie concoction, so he sat in the corner away from the rest of the team.
“…It’s quite amazing how a minor is so skilled with liquor,” he remarked dryly.
Yuffie threw a glass at his head.
037: Experiment
Cloud was picking teams.
“Okay, so for a change today, Yuffie and Vincent. You guys are heading out to the west. We’ll see how this little experiment goes…”
“We all know how’ll it’ll end!” Barret remarked, nudging Cid in the ribs. Cloud frowned.
“How?” he asked. Cid laughed, puffing on his cigarette.
“Well, either the brat’ll drive Valentine insane with her constant fuckin’ talkin’, or she’ll ’ave whined herself fuckin’ hoarse by the time they git back!” Yuffie gazed at Vincent innocently.
“Of course that won’t happen, right, Vinnie?”
“… Aeris, would you like to switch, perhaps?”
038: Shell
Yuffie was the first. Many would have thought it was Lucrecia. But if Vincent was honest, Lucrecia had just caused it. Yuffie was the first of… not many who had tried to beat away the fierce defences and crack the outer shell Vincent used as his only protection. And now he’s paying for it in love. …It’s not so bad really.
039: Playing House
“Tifa’s the mom, and Cloud’s the dad and the Chain-smoker’s the grandpa and Aeris is the auntie and Barret is the big brother you don’t mess with and Red’s the pet and Cait Sith is the baby and I’m the little sister! And you, Vinnie… you’re cousin. Because although you’re super distant sometimes that it makes us wonder whether you are part of the family, you are, because when we need you, you always come through. Make sense?” Yuffie beamed at him and Vincent nodded his head tiredly.
“Yes Yuffie. Your playing house makes perfect sense.”
040: Rope
Yuffie kept the rope with her wherever she went, insisting that she would need it one day. It would come in handy, she defended when Chocobo- butt asked her why she brought it everywhere. And one day it did come in handy. An emergency tug of war had to be started between Cloud and Tifa and Yuffie and Vincent, because Boobs and Spike had actually had the gumption to say they would win in a fight. Team Vin-Vin and Yuffie proved those suckers wrong!
041: The falling of cherry blossoms
Vincent had seen her that time in spring, covered from head to toe in pink sakura. It was falling from the trees in Wutai, and the first thing she had done was dash outside and dance around in it. It was in her hair, caught in her gauntlet and speared on the end of her shuriken. And the breeze carried her scent to Vincent where he stood, watching her with the ghost of a smile dancing in his eyes. Sakura was what Yuffie always smelt like. He was never sure why, although now- it made slightly more sense.
042: Wing
“You should get your robo arm fixed up, so that it transforms into a wing when you want it to.”
“No.”
“Don’t you wanna?”
“No.”
“You don’t even imagine what it’s like to fly? To soar? To feel the wind through your hair, the breeze against your face, your heartbeat thunder against your CHEST?!”
“… No…”
043: Tactician
The difference between Yuffie and Vincent. He was tactful. She was not. Example:
“Vincent, do you like my hair?”
“It’s… very nice Tifa.”
“Thank you! Yuffie…?”
“Honestly, Teefs? It’s like Spike’s hair threw up on yours.”
044: Coffee
She had asked him to make her coffee. He was now seriously regretting it as Yuffie bounced from person to person, declaring her love for them, high off of caffeine. Vincent sighed a sipped his own coffee, as Yuffie arrived at him, smile huge and eyes dancing.
“And Vinnie! I LOVE YOU, MOST OF ALL!” she yelled as loud as she could, reaching forth and kissing his nose, before bounding away at top speed.
Vincent thought it was the caffeine talking.
045: Legend
“And legend has it that-”
“YAWN! Boobs, your story is BORING. It’d be way more awesome if there were dragons and beautiful heroines called Yuffie and cake and sakura kisses and… OH! And a stoic, sexy vampire like VINNIE! Tifa, re-do, re-do!” Yuffie’s smile was bright as Tifa smiled and glanced at Vincent who was watching Yuffie with a malicious glint in his eye. Tifa nudged him.
“Hear that? You’re a stoic, sexy vampire.”
“…Apparently so.”
046: Homecoming (Visiting One's Parents)
“Yuffie!” Godo yelled as he started to press kisses to her cheeks. Vincent watched in amusement as she grumbled at her father, rolling her eyes and pouting until it became far too much for her to bear. She dodged away from him and hid behind Vincent, sticking her tongue out at Godo from her peeking spot.
“Quit kissing me like that in front of Vinnie, dad! You’re gonna give me a frickin’ hickey on my face!”
047: Individual Lesson
Every day, Vincent felt Yuffie learnt an individual lesson. Monday’s lesson was don’t put brandy in Cloud’s coffee without asking him first. Tuesday was don’t steal Tifa’s bra and parade about the house pretending your chest was as large as hers. Wednesday was Nanaki is NOT a pet and does not wish to have a lead tied round his neck and be pulled towards the door for WALKIES. Thursday, was don’t throw Cid’s ‘cancer-sticks’ out the window of the Highwind thinking you’re saving his life, when for the rest of the day he’s going to be cranky because of it. Friday: well, Yuffie had yet to learn Friday’s lesson. But as Vincent sat reading his novel and heard a clang from the kitchen he smirked.
“Now, Tifa! It’s not what you think!”
Friday’s lesson: Do not attempt to use materia to bake a cake. Not a good combination was flour, butter, eggs and a Level 3 Fire spell.
048: Ruggedness
Yuffie had never noticed just how bad-ass and rugged Vinnie actually was. But as he threw his cloak along the back of the couch, flicked a strand of that inky dark hair from his smoking crimson eyes away and met her own eyes, a ghost of a smile bordering his lips, Yuffie decided yes he was actually. Very rugged, sexy, manly… mmm… Vinnie adjectives…
049: Colour
“Vinnie?”
“Hm?”
“Is your favourite colour red?”
“…No.”
“Good. I didn’t think so, you know. I think your favourite colour is blue.”
“…How would you know that?”
“Hm? Oh, cause when I steal that colour of materia from you, you get especially grouchy.”
050: Candy
Every time she overloaded on the stuff, she said exactly the same thing.
“Urrghh… Vinnie, don’t ever let me eat candy again. I HATE it!”
“…” He just went along with her now, instead of trying to reason with her. Because in a few short hours, he knew she would be trailing around the house moaning,
“I would KILL for some candy right about now…”
051: Dirt
Yuffie hated baths. Vincent often thought she despised being clean too. She only looked like Yuffie with grazed knees, a cut on one palm, a slick line of dark grease on her cheek and mud all along her front. And she only sounded like Yuffie when she laughed nervously at Tifa’s furious glare and said,
“Would you believe I was picking you flowers?”
052: Jewel
Vincent’s eyes reminded her of all the jewels she had never owned. Rubies for their colour, diamonds for their pure strength, sapphire for the darkness they harboured, emerald for the light- their true essence garnet freshly cut from rock.
053: Chocolate starting melt
Yuffie would have listened to him speak all night long if she could. Of course, she knew that it was exceedingly rare he would ever speak a paragraph to her let alone all night long. That’s why she bugged him so much, she told herself. She wanted to be able to physically hear the texture of melting chocolate.
054: Miracle
The fact Vincent Valentine HIMSELF bought her a Christmas present with her name on it was a miracle in itself. But the fact it literally had her name on it, YUFFIE printed across the lavender coloured materia was completely and utterly out of this world.
055: Pet
How many times did that child have to be told? Vincent wondered inwardly, as Yuffie was scolded yet again for having slung a slipknot around Red XIII’s neck and call him a, “Good doggie!”
056: Chain
She kept her heart on a chain around her neck. It had belonged to her mother, and she showed it to him secretly one evening when they were alone in the living room. She had asked him why he was so secretive why he didn’t show anyone his heart. He had reminded her, that his heart was still not his own, and that he was not secretive, she merely wore her heart on her sleeve. And she had smirked, showing him the little golden chain with the heart dangling neatly from it. So she’d proved him wrong again. She was about to prove him wrong further. Vinnie still had his heart- unless of course he was willing to give it to her.
057: The Ability to Live
Vincent had long ago decided that Yuffie was his ability to live. She was the reason that he had the ability to live. And not only because of her bright attitude in life, her optimistic outlook for everything or the fact she actually desired to be closer to him. But also, because she had been the very one to find that coffin in Shinra Mansion when Cloud wanted to over look it, the very first thing he saw in thirty years with her shining eyes- and the very first smile he had seen in a very long time. Her voice was sweet like honey when she spoke the words that gave him the ability to live.
“Oh my GAWD, a VAMPIRE!”
058: Sake (As in the alcohol)
One sip.
“Hey Vinnie! I wanna celebrate with you guys! I helped defeat Sephiroth too!” Vincent glanced down at the pouting teenager, and up at Tifa who shook her head with a tight lipped smile, and nodded pointedly at Yuffie’s soda can. She turned away to speak with Cloud once more and to keep Yuffie from whining in his ear for the next couple of hours, Vincent tipped his glass back into her open mouth, allowing her one sip.
One sip was all it took.
059: Old money
Vincent was sorting through some of his old belongings in Shinra Mansion. Yuffie was helping (which in more accurate terms meant NOT helping) and stealing his materia as she went. He pulled out a little leather pouch and showed her shiny grey pieces of money.
“What is that, Vince?” she asked curiously, eyes glinting as the kleptomaniac within her got ready to pounce. Vincent shrugged.
“…The currency we used before gil came into effect,” he explained. Yuffie’s eyes stopped glittering and she stepped back momentarily to gaze at him, and smile plastered on her face.
“Whoa, Vinnie, you’re even older than I thought!”
060: A silence
A rare thing when it came to Yuffie, was silence. Usually, being in the same room as her meant a constant flow of conversation, more than likely to be inappropriate and loud. However, she now was curled up in a little ball on the sofa, and didn’t even give a, “Hey Vinnie,” when Vincent sat down next to her. However when he inquired what the matter was, and she moaned, burying her head in his shoulder.
“Finally, SOMEBODY notices! I’ve only been dying of food poisoning for like, a WEEK!”
“…Yuffie, yesterday you were eating candy and trying to walk Nanaki.”
“…Same diff!”
061: Shyness
Shyness was non-existent when it came to Yuffie. She’d march straight up to a complete stranger in the street, stick her hand out, declare in a chipper fashion that she was Yuffie Kisaragi, White Rose of Wutai , Greatest Ninja on the entire Planet and then ask you what your favourite colour was, do you like ice-cream and if you wanted to be friends. And then Vincent said to her one day;
“Yuffie… is that a new gauntlet? …It’s very nice.”
And she shut-up for a whole week. Well… fifteen minutes. But in Yuffie-time, that’s the equivalent of a week, she moves so fast.
062: Time limit
“Time is UP!” Barret yelled. Yuffie stood up, victorious, as Cid spit in disgust.
“Yeh got lucky, yeh bloody brat,” he muttered, snubbing out his cigarette on the table. She stuck her tongue out at him, winking at Vincent who rolled his eyes. Only Yuffie would triumph over Cid in a cocktail sausage eating competition. And only Yuffie would be able to goad him so much as to convince him a cocktail sausage eating competition was a good idea.
063: Fortune-telling
Yuffie took his hand ever so gently, tugging the dark leather glove away from his fingers, touching the smooth marble skin beneath. Her olive skin looked darker in startling contrast with his snowy white. He looked at her confusedly, and she grinned.
“I’m going to tell your fortune!” she chirped, already running her index finger along the lines on Vincent’s palms using them to foresee his future. He prayed that she couldn’t see his past. She nodded and raised her head smiling brightly, her eyes sincere. “I see a bright future. Involving a beautiful girl, with hair as dark as a winter’s night and eyes as grey as a thunder storm,” she said, smile cheeky as she stood and flounced out of the room.
“Better start looking for her!” she called back to him.
064: Rejection
She had kissed him, and he had told her he wasn’t in love with her. He still loved that Lucrecia woman, despite everything Yuffie thought they had. He had told her it would be best if they didn’t see each other any longer, if she just avoided him and he would go back top repenting for his sins. Yuffie had begged him not to go back there, but he had ignored her. Because why did he have to listen to her? He didn’t… love her.
Yuffie awoke with a jolt, her eyes searching the darkness frantically. They came to rest on the sleeping form of Vincent Valentine, his crimson eyes shut in slumber, his golden claw clamped protectively around her middle. She smiled.
Rejection was a thing of the past. For both of them.
065: Calendar
She was counting down the days until her birthday. She’d got up, pulled the bright red marker from below her bed and hastily ticked off the day.
… Only three hundred and sixty four more days to go.
066: Shoulder
“Y’know Vinnie, your shoulders are perfect to cry on,” Yuffie said thoughtfully over dinner one evening. Everyone at the table shut up and looked up from their food, causing Yuffie to give a dastardly smile. “Ha, I knew that would get all you losers to pay attention. Seriously, you have no personal lives, so you have to poke around in me and Vinnie’s. Shame on you! Now, back to my original request- let’s play Twister after dinner, ’kay?!”
067: Childhood friend
Yuffie watched Cloud and Tifa carefully. They moved differently around each other than they did other people. And sometimes, they would come out with random facts like Tifa wouldn’t make anything with leeks in it for dinner, because Spike was allergic, or Cloud wouldn’t let the rooms get too dusty, because Teefs had asthma. Things none of the rest of AVALANCHE knew about them. Yuffie glanced at Vincent then, pouting wildly.
“Why can’t we be like that, dammit?!”
He didn’t even bother asking.
068: Smile
The first time Yuffie saw Vincent smile was definitely a memorable one. She had been boasting about being the most skilled, poised, balanced ninja that graced the Planet. And then, she had fallen flat on her ass right in front of him. It was more the hue of her blush that made him smile, than they fact she was a compulsive liar.
069: Umbrella
She looked like a drowned rat, Vincent mused as he watched her with a weary eye, his lips pressed into a thin line. He went to her bent over form, pressing the button on his red umbrella, causing it to open up in one swoop, protecting the little ninja from the fierce rain. She glanced up at him, bloodshot eyes shining, her tears mingling with raindrops on her pink cheeks.
“Thanks Vinnie,” she murmured, her throat choking. He nodded looking at the gravestone.
Yuffie had to use her own umbrella to cover it. Wouldn’t want her mom getting wet.
070: Ice
Cloud was briefing AVALANCHE in a little side room. Vincent stayed to the shadows in the corner, and looked up as Yuffie edged to his side, the water jug in her right hand. She smiled apologetically at him and before he could inquire what she was up to, she had emptied the contents of the water jug over his head, causing him to be soaked. Cloud stopped talking and everyone was staring at them, as Yuffie threw the jug on the ground in triumph.
“HA! I told you it wouldn’t turn to ice! Cloud said since your heart was so cold, any water that touched you would FREEZE! I proved you wrong, bitch! Now, PAY UP!”
071: Mark
Vincent had thought he had many scars. He sat one evening, after a run in with a particularly large monster they had met that afternoon, and watched Yuffie dab Hi-Potion on her many scars that had been opened. She was pointing them out to him.
“I got that one when I fell off a chocobo when I was eight, and I got that one when I fell out of a tree when I was twelve, and I got that one when Shinra attacked Wutai and some bastard held a knife to me when I was three, and I got that one from Cloud and that fucking sword of his, and I got that one from not holding my shuriken right one time,” she said sheepishly. Vincent pulled back his sleeve and showed her a particularly nasty scar on his forearm. She winced.
“I did that by accident when I was still getting used to my claw.”
“…Only you, Vince.”
072: Bathing suit
Yuffie decided that there was a very good reason as to why Vincent did not show off his body in a bathing suit more often.
…The sheer number of women that fainted that day in Costa del Sol was dangerous!
073: Flower language
Aeris’ death had hit them all. The littlest of them all, the ninja that had thought up until now that this mission to save the Planet was a game, for fun, a competition to see if they would beat Sephiroth. And now, Aeris was gone. Dead. Yuffie sat alone beside their current place of residence, playing with a patch of daises that grew on the grass. She heard a faint rustle behind her, and realised it as metal. Only one man she knew actually believed it was acceptable to wear metal shoes, and she turned her head slightly to see Vincent sit next to her and also watch the flowers. Yuffie brushed one lightly and smiled at him.
“She said they talked to her. They had their language, their flower language. She said through their flower language she’d always be there,” she explained quietly, and Vincent watched the flowers thoughtfully, thinking this was a particularly Aeris like thing to say. The breeze brushed delicately through the odd little patch, hitting the tiny white leaves, making them rustle together, brush in the wind. He heard the whisper of ‘Vincent…’
And suddenly, the flower language was a lot easier to understand.
074: Afro
Vincent felt the light brush of aerosol at the back of his neck, causing his hair to suddenly become moist and curl at the tips. He turned to find a shocked Yuffie standing on her tiptoes in the same position she had had to stretch to so she could reach his hair. He eyed her with the death glare and she smiled sweetly, setting the can of aerosol down again.
“Just testing before I bought it. Cheap shit!”
075: Oath
Yuffie was never good at keeping promises. EVER. Even she herself admitted freely that she outwardly sucked at promising anything that would take remotely any self control. However, this time, Vincent was sure she would keep her promise.
And as she slid the golden ring along his finger and murmured her oath in the form of two syllables; he was convinced.
076: Magic
“Was THIS your card?!” Yuffie flashed the Queen of Hearts in Vincent’s face and he rolled his eyes, nodding slightly. She beamed at him and gave a squeal of delight. “Yay! Wanna know how I did it?! Well… it’s a little thing I like to call magic!” she chimed and he took the cards from her.
“…That, or you merely kept your eye on it and assured it was on the top,” Vincent demonstrated and Yuffie’s eyes narrowed.
“…Touché, Vinnie. Touché.”
077: Trick
Her magic trick would beat any that Vinnie tried to use to foil her. But when he magically made a materia appear behind her ear, her eyes widened and she gasped.
“How did you DO that?!”
078: Mercy
She had challenged him to a game of mercy, and he had denied her it.
… When Yuffie became competitive, she scared even the Great Vincent Valentine- but only slightly.
079: China dress
The first time Vincent had the pleasure to see her in a kimono was her 18thbirthday. Godo had forced her, telling her he would send
everyone home and there would be no party if she refused to wear the formal kimono that she should be wearing. And she had made her way down the stairs, hair pulled back braided with sakura, smelling of it too in her cherry blossom pink kimono. She stuck her tongue out at him, pulling a totally unladylike hand gesture.
“Quit ogling me, you dirty old man!” She said it with the brightest smile he had ever seen her wear.
080: Berry
“What?! Everyone likes strawberries, Vinnie!” Yuffie insisted, her smile teasing. He shook his head sitting down next to her. It was the day after her birthday party, and she wasn’t wearing the kimono any more. She was wearing a pair of Cid’s sweats, one of Cloud’s shirts with the sleeves severely rolled up and had Vincent’s cloak draped around her shoulders- not there for any real purpose, but DAMN did he smell good? But this news he didn’t like strawberries? She had to convince him. Picking one up from the fruit bowl on the kotasu in front of them, she bit away the ripe, red flesh from the fruit. Smiling evilly, she reached over and pressed her lips against Vincent’s opening her mouth in a rush of air and bringing Vincent’s surprised lips with her. Her tongue slid through his velvety smooth lips, purging his taste buds with that of strawberries. She pulled away, wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and smirked.
And Vincent ate a strawberry.
081: Contact lens
The whole ‘Vincent-likes-women-who-wear-glasses-thing? Yeah, that didn’t work out.
082: "Why?"
The kiss had only complicated things between them more. Vincent was adamant that he still loved Lucrecia. Or at least, owed her enough not to go running off with a… younger woman. Yuffie, was positive that she loved him unconditionally.
“Yuffie, I cannot be with you.”
“Why?!” The all important one worded question. Vincent, usually so skilled with single word sentences had to stop as the question shook him to his core. Why… indeed? His sins… he had to repent… But had he not suffered in darkness for long enough…? Yuffie’s eyes were wide as she watched him. “Vinnie, you can live forever. Big motherfucking whoop. Why not try living for me instead?”
083: Black tea
Yuffie took her tea as dark as it came. And Vincent couldn’t drink it without milk. At first, this confused many of the members of AVALANCHE. But… this was Yuffie and Vincent. If they didn’t do at least one confusing thing in a day, then all knew that something was wrong.
084: World of Dreams
“Hey Vince?” He looked at the resting ninja below the great oak tree, and raised a brow in answer to her outburst. “When you were locked in that coffin, did you have dreams?” Vincent would have snorted- had he not been Vincent.
“I was paying for the crimes I had committed- repenting for my sins. I did not have the time, nor energy to dream,” he said plainly. Yuffie scoffed.
“Oh c’mon, Vinnie, you’re locked in a coffin for thirty years, and you don’t have one single itsy bitsy dream?” she demanded, her steely eyes not backing down. Vincent sighed and shrugged.
“Perhaps I dreamt of Lucrecia… but only once.” Yuffie rolled her eyes.
“Only the Head Vampire himself would say such a sad thing as that. No… super powers? Giant pieces of cake? Zombies made of jello…? Work with me here Vinnie!”
085: Study of Orchids
Vincent looked over Yuffie’s shoulder, as her tongue crept out of her mouth, her brows furrowed in concentration. She was scribbling something in a very familiar looking book. She was so immersed in work, that she only heard Vincent when he sat down beside her. She jumped a foot in the air.
“FOR THE LOVE OF- Vinnie, you scared the living SHIT out of me!” she scolded. Vincent eyed her drawing of the orchid in front of her, and her crudely written notes. She blushed and began to deliver her excuse. “Yeah… me and Cait Sith were accidentally playing catch with Tifa’s flower whatchamikallit and… broke it. So I’m making another one.” Vincent nodded and using his claw, he pointed over her shoulder at a label she’d made.
“That’s the stamen, not the stigma,” he pointed out dryly. Yuffie stuck her tongue out at him, her eyes narrowed.
“…Know it all…”
086: Holiday
“Costa del Sol, here we COME! Vinnie, better apply extra sun screen, we’re going rock-pooling!”
“…”
087: Virtual image
Vincent didn’t know where Yuffie found the picture. Some old Shinra database, or something of that nature she’d been hunting through, and she had discovered the picture buried away. Vincent silently prayed it had stayed hidden, so she wouldn’t have to know who he suffered his biggest weakness to. But, being Yuffie, she felt it her duty to throw herself on the stoic ‘vampire’ and hug him tightly.
“She’s beautiful…” she had murmured. And Vincent could have sworn he heard Lucrecia’s tinkling laugh and her soft spoken words.
“…Not your biggest weakness…”
088: Clock
“Vin-Vin, I need the clock from your room!”
“Why?”
“Why d’ya think?! What do you use clocks for?”
“… You truly expect me to believe that, Yuffie Kisaragi, wishes to use a clock to tell the time?”
“… Heh heh… yes…”
“…”
“Alright, alright! Grouchy old vampire! So maybe me and Cait wanted to play Frisbee with it. So what?! … Can I borrow it now? Pretty pweese, Vinnie?!”
089: Fallen Angel
“Aeris is a fallen angel. They all say it. It’s annoying, Vince. I mean, if Aeris is a fallen angel, then what the hell am I, pray tell?”
Vincent thought this over for a moment before inclining his head towards her.
“… A little devil.”
090: Word
Vincent had discovered the secret to Yuffie’s demise. One word was all it took to send that girl frantic. One word, to make her bounce from wall to wall, do whatever you asked her to do, be silent for a whole day if you used this word correctly. Vincent was especially skilled with this word.
“…Materia.”
“WHERE?!”
091: Crown
“So Yuffie, when you’re Queen, do you get to wear a crown?” Aeris had asked her one evening. She’d shook her head and pushed her rice around her plate in anger.
“Another tradition my idiotic father threw away.”
Vincent watched her, waiting for her spout of Yuffie logic. Her eyes lit up, and he prepared himself. She piled her mouth full with food before grinning at Aeris.
“I’ll make my own. Watch out, Wutai! The first leader you ever seen with a sakura crown is coming your way!”
092: Fictitious
“Y’know, Vincent, I think your whole emo, gothic, vampiric, annoying, darkness surrounded, repenting, ANNOYING outlook on life is a totally fict- ficky- fic- … Urrghh! I thinks it’s all a fucking act!”
093: Indirectly
The message that she loved him had not reached his ears fresh from her rosy coloured lips. She had whispered it to Tifa, and Cloud had overheard, the man not being able to resist telling Nanaki, who in turn confessed to a pestering Cait Sith, who bounced along to Reeve and declared it, who slipped it to Shelke, who told it all to Vincent.
…And although it reached him indirectly- Vincent still felt her every word.
“Yeah, I love that stoic, sexy vampire. Bite me.”
094: Good-bye.
“Can’t believe we actually beat Sephiroth. Really can’t believe you’re leaving Vinnie,” she had moaned, trying to hold her tears from her eyes. Vincent had turned to her in a tight lipped… smile was that?! The corners of his mouth were definitely flinching! …Or maybe… just a trick of the light, god dammit.
“We’ll see each other again, Yuffie.”
“Uh huh. Goodbye you stupid, too-tall, emo, King of Vampires!”
“Farewell you height deprived, noisy, outspoken, rude White Rose.”
095: Assistance
“…Uh… Vinnie?!”
Vincent finished closing the curtains in his bedroom and turned.
“Yes Yuffie?”
“Uh… could you come here a sec?” Her strangled voice was coming from the bathroom down the hall. He sighed and walked to the tiny bathroom, to find her standing beside the shower, towel wrapped tightly around her, hair SOMEHOW caught in the shower curtain rail. She smiled sheepishly.
“I… kinda got stuck. Scissors?” Instead of going to get her scissors right away to avoid any more whining, Vincent stood in the door and spoke the first words he thought.
“…You call yourself a ninja.” Yuffie scowled.
“Yeah, yeah, ass-wipe, just get me my fucking nail scissors!”
096: Sunlight streaming through the trees
If Vincent had to think of nouns to describe Yuffie, her eyes would be steel, her hair would be ink, her lips would be roses, her skin would be gold and her smile would be sunlight streaming through the trees.
097: The common cold
“… Yuffie, I do not have the cold,” Vincent insisted, her persistence at trying to get him to take menthol and vitamin C tablets starting to seriously get on his nerves. She pouted and shoved her healing utensils into his arms, storming from the room in an angry mood. Three days later, it was discovered Yuffie had developed a sudden blight of the cold. She scowled at Vincent when he entered a room, her finger pointing accusingly at him.
“This is all YOUR fault!”
098: Cloud
Yuffie and Vincent sat on a wall in the garden, admiring the pleasant weather and were around just in time to see Cloud and Tifa emerge into the garden together. Tifa batted her eyelashes at Cloud, her smile sweet, her voice like honey. Cloud… nodded his head. Tifa, turned on her heel and marched away, disgusted at his stupidity. Yuffie giggled.
“Hey Vince! I finally found a guy who’s denser than you,” she said, batting her lashes, her smile sweet her words like honey.
…Vincent wondered what she meant by that.
099: Voice
And if Vincent’s voice was the texture of melting chocolate, Yuffie wondered what her own was.
… Probably an alarm clock it was so annoying and repetitive.
100: 365 days
Be it rain, shine, snow or storm. Be it on a moving vehicle with Yuffie being violently sick on his shoes, or a celebration with her forcing him to dance, or be it just a normal day, when she would decide she wanted to make a smoothie and forget to put the lid on the blender, painting the kitchen orange. Or, be it a time Vincent needed peace and quiet, and she sat with him on the roof for hours, just watching the stars. Be it when he wished to silently mourn, and she would kick everyone out of the room for the next three hours. Anytime, any place. Yuffie and Vincent had a silent, unspoken, never mentioned for fear of being destroyed by the other- promise. They were stuck with each other for good. The misfits of AVALANCHE.
All 365 days.
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