Greetings!
I've been monitoring this lovely little place for a few days, and finally caved, wrote the pairing, and joined up with the revolution. ^_^ I've never played FF7 all the way through, so I don't know too much about it, but I'm trusting wikipedia until I can get my paws on the game again. In the meantime, I have a little fluffy piece for you guys, and though the scenario is overused, it's still cute in its own weird little way. Hope you enjoy!
Title: Valentine's Day
Beta: chibishizuchan
Character(s): Yuffie Kisaragi & Vincent Valentine
Pairing(s): Vincent x Yuffie
Genre(s): Humor & Romance
Rating: PG
Warning(s): I go fangirl. You have been warned.
Valentine's Day
I'm sitting on the airship, swinging my legs back and forth impatiently. All of the others are in their bunks, but not me. I can't sleep, because I know what day it is already. Yep, Valentine's Day - that day for lovebirds and hopeless romantics. Everyone and their Aunt Chocie love this day... Well, maybe except for two people, one being me. I don't know why I hate it so much, really. I guess it's because I don't have that special someone to share it with. Never did and probably never will.
Then the door leading out into the compartment I'm in opens and I freeze, ready to take a fighting stance if need be. I shouldn't have been worried, because only my friends were on the airship, but I could never be certain, being a ninja and all. And there he stands - in his dark and scarlet glory. I feel the sudden urge to get on my knees and worship, but mentally shake the image out of my head - I must have lost too much sleep already.
And he's the freaking reason I'm losing sleep. Curse you, Vincent Valentine - you're too attractive and mysterious for your own good.
"Why are you out here?" he asks, tone dark as his hair, and eyes glowing dimly in the shadowy compartment.
I couldn't answer, waging a war with my hormones in the meantime. 'Stop looking at me that way. Now. No stop! Your eyes are too sexy and you don't even know it!'
"Answer me, Yuffie," he demands finally, breaking a squeak out of me.
"Couldn't sleep," I half-lie. It was true, because I couldn't sleep, but the reason why... I wasn't about to share that with him. Sure enough, he just had to ask.
"Why? Is something worrying you?"
I could've sworn out loud at him and smacked him aside for acting so calm, while inside, I was thwarting off the greatest enemy known to a woman - her thoughts. I couldn't deny it then, and I can't deny it now - I was hopelessly infatuated with our dark gunman, and he didn't have the slightest clue that I did. Stupid men - they're all the same.
"Well..." I say, trying to feign a casual, friendly conversation. He, unfortunately, takes this as a gesture that I'm going to rattle on and he sits down directly across from me. I wanted to swear so loud at him that night. "You know what today is, right?"
"Valentine's Day," he replies without a moment of hesitancy, and he doesn't flinch at all. That surprised me, because I would've thought someone like him to hate this holiday, especially since it bore his name.
Putting on a smile to mask my undeniable look of fear and horror, I giggled quietly and went on, "Yep! And you're named after it - how sweet is that?"
He stares at me, darkly, piercing red eyes aglow with that somber expression he uses so frequently. Again, I wanted to swear at him I was so entranced. "The name my mother gave me was a false one. I don't exhibit any qualities that this holiday represents."
"Aww, that's not true!" I caught myself too late when his gaze snapped just slightly, confused by my words, and frankly, so was I. After all, he was right - he didn't have any romantic qualities about him at all, except that he was extremely se-... "Come on, Vinnie - you know you've got it in you to get involved with the holiday! Tell me who you like and I can give you hints how to make this the best Valentine's Day ever!"
I felt like I was going to die his glare was so frightening. Though I knew Vincent wouldn't seriously hurt me, the dreadful feeling of his anger was enough to make my body ache in sheer terror. Getting shot by the se-... most gorgeous man I had ever seen didn't exactly sound appealing at the time. Not that it does now, mind you.
"I would prefer not to say..."
I mentally sigh, thanking Leviathan that this conversation was dying already. The gods were starting to smile on me again!
"But I could use your assistance."
My heart sank, and stifling a frustrated groan, I put on a cheerful smile and waltzed over to sit beside him. Why in heaven's name I did the latter still bewilders me to the day. "All righty! What can I do for ya? Need to know what to get for her? What to do? How to woo?" I added emphasis to my last line by leaning closer, and I almost touched his face I came so close. I blushed instantly and shied away, and though his expression didn't show it, I was certain that he was angry since I invaded his personal space.
"It's... been a long time since I felt the way I do, and I believe I know it's still important to today's customs, but asking a woman of this period would be appropriate." Again, that deep voice sends shivers up my spine, and it's so enticing that I want to snatch it and hold it in my hands. Curse his parents for giving birth to such an irresistible person! He then looks at me, eyes ignited by a passion I had never seen before, and swallowing the lump in my throat, I nod with my head to urge him on. "Is personal contact still appreciated by a woman, or are other things a wiser choice now?"
Personal contact? Personal contact?! What did he think I was - a wizard with all-knowing powers or something? Vincent Valentine was added to my Confusing People list that night. "Well... depends on what you mean by 'personal contact'. Do you mean hugs, kisses, or -"
"Kisses," he said abruptly.
Another despicable blush flashed over my cheeks. If I didn't know any better at the time, I would've assumed he was flirting with me in his own creepy way. It wasn't until later that I learned that I was absent-mindedly doing it, too.
Trying to maintain my bouncy composure that was typical of me, I nodded and smiled. "Oh you bet! We girls love kisses! I've never had one myself, but - "
That jerk cut me off in mid-rant and freaking kissed me.
...I didn't mind too much, though.
Spread the Vincent x Yuffie love, darn it!
Title: Valentine's Day
Beta: chibishizuchan
Character(s): Yuffie Kisaragi & Vincent Valentine
Pairing(s): Vincent x Yuffie
Genre(s): Humor & Romance
Rating: PG
Warning(s): I go fangirl. You have been warned.
Valentine's Day
I'm sitting on the airship, swinging my legs back and forth impatiently. All of the others are in their bunks, but not me. I can't sleep, because I know what day it is already. Yep, Valentine's Day - that day for lovebirds and hopeless romantics. Everyone and their Aunt Chocie love this day... Well, maybe except for two people, one being me. I don't know why I hate it so much, really. I guess it's because I don't have that special someone to share it with. Never did and probably never will.
Then the door leading out into the compartment I'm in opens and I freeze, ready to take a fighting stance if need be. I shouldn't have been worried, because only my friends were on the airship, but I could never be certain, being a ninja and all. And there he stands - in his dark and scarlet glory. I feel the sudden urge to get on my knees and worship, but mentally shake the image out of my head - I must have lost too much sleep already.
And he's the freaking reason I'm losing sleep. Curse you, Vincent Valentine - you're too attractive and mysterious for your own good.
"Why are you out here?" he asks, tone dark as his hair, and eyes glowing dimly in the shadowy compartment.
I couldn't answer, waging a war with my hormones in the meantime. 'Stop looking at me that way. Now. No stop! Your eyes are too sexy and you don't even know it!'
"Answer me, Yuffie," he demands finally, breaking a squeak out of me.
"Couldn't sleep," I half-lie. It was true, because I couldn't sleep, but the reason why... I wasn't about to share that with him. Sure enough, he just had to ask.
"Why? Is something worrying you?"
I could've sworn out loud at him and smacked him aside for acting so calm, while inside, I was thwarting off the greatest enemy known to a woman - her thoughts. I couldn't deny it then, and I can't deny it now - I was hopelessly infatuated with our dark gunman, and he didn't have the slightest clue that I did. Stupid men - they're all the same.
"Well..." I say, trying to feign a casual, friendly conversation. He, unfortunately, takes this as a gesture that I'm going to rattle on and he sits down directly across from me. I wanted to swear so loud at him that night. "You know what today is, right?"
"Valentine's Day," he replies without a moment of hesitancy, and he doesn't flinch at all. That surprised me, because I would've thought someone like him to hate this holiday, especially since it bore his name.
Putting on a smile to mask my undeniable look of fear and horror, I giggled quietly and went on, "Yep! And you're named after it - how sweet is that?"
He stares at me, darkly, piercing red eyes aglow with that somber expression he uses so frequently. Again, I wanted to swear at him I was so entranced. "The name my mother gave me was a false one. I don't exhibit any qualities that this holiday represents."
"Aww, that's not true!" I caught myself too late when his gaze snapped just slightly, confused by my words, and frankly, so was I. After all, he was right - he didn't have any romantic qualities about him at all, except that he was extremely se-... "Come on, Vinnie - you know you've got it in you to get involved with the holiday! Tell me who you like and I can give you hints how to make this the best Valentine's Day ever!"
I felt like I was going to die his glare was so frightening. Though I knew Vincent wouldn't seriously hurt me, the dreadful feeling of his anger was enough to make my body ache in sheer terror. Getting shot by the se-... most gorgeous man I had ever seen didn't exactly sound appealing at the time. Not that it does now, mind you.
"I would prefer not to say..."
I mentally sigh, thanking Leviathan that this conversation was dying already. The gods were starting to smile on me again!
"But I could use your assistance."
My heart sank, and stifling a frustrated groan, I put on a cheerful smile and waltzed over to sit beside him. Why in heaven's name I did the latter still bewilders me to the day. "All righty! What can I do for ya? Need to know what to get for her? What to do? How to woo?" I added emphasis to my last line by leaning closer, and I almost touched his face I came so close. I blushed instantly and shied away, and though his expression didn't show it, I was certain that he was angry since I invaded his personal space.
"It's... been a long time since I felt the way I do, and I believe I know it's still important to today's customs, but asking a woman of this period would be appropriate." Again, that deep voice sends shivers up my spine, and it's so enticing that I want to snatch it and hold it in my hands. Curse his parents for giving birth to such an irresistible person! He then looks at me, eyes ignited by a passion I had never seen before, and swallowing the lump in my throat, I nod with my head to urge him on. "Is personal contact still appreciated by a woman, or are other things a wiser choice now?"
Personal contact? Personal contact?! What did he think I was - a wizard with all-knowing powers or something? Vincent Valentine was added to my Confusing People list that night. "Well... depends on what you mean by 'personal contact'. Do you mean hugs, kisses, or -"
"Kisses," he said abruptly.
Another despicable blush flashed over my cheeks. If I didn't know any better at the time, I would've assumed he was flirting with me in his own creepy way. It wasn't until later that I learned that I was absent-mindedly doing it, too.
Trying to maintain my bouncy composure that was typical of me, I nodded and smiled. "Oh you bet! We girls love kisses! I've never had one myself, but - "
That jerk cut me off in mid-rant and freaking kissed me.
...I didn't mind too much, though.
Spread the Vincent x Yuffie love, darn it!