Plot: A few weeks after the final battle, everyone finds themselves at Wutai. They have a ceremonial month celebration, while they rest, recoup and par-tah. However, just before they're about to leave, Vincent unknowingly equips Wutai's secret cursed materia: Cat Fu! Unfortunately fore him, it turns him into a cat and everyone except Yuffie is going to check out the Midgar mess. So she has to cat sit Vincent until then. Will Vincent finally warm up to someone or will he go crazy and bite her ankles? A little OOC-ness for Vinster when he has crazy spurts, but you'll have to deal. (Or maybe they won't be too OOC, considering his position.)

'Ships: Yuffentine, duh! Mild, mild Cloti associated through letters received and a Cid/Shera notice.

Disclaimer: WOOT! I don't own FF7! (Well I DO…own the game…but y'know…not the ideas or whatnot…)

Cid, Tifa, Cloud and Barrett all sat around a center table inside Turtle's Paradise. The room was loud, excited and packed full of people celebrating. There was a upbeat song playing, making the whole building seem to vibrate with the bass lines. Some people were dancing and others were sitting at the bar, singing along.

Cloud and Tifa were laughing about something as I came up behind Cid, holding a shot of sake.

"PAAARRRTYYY!" I shouted excitedly, bobbing my head.

"Right in my fuckin' ear, kid!" Cid yelled, standing up angrily, knocking over his chair.

I backed away from Cid, who was now cowering over me and scratched my head nervously.

"Oh, calm down Cid," Tifa said, tugging on his shirt.

Cid, glaring at me one last time, took out a cigarette and lit it up. He took a long drag, straightened his chair back, and sat down.

"Aren't you a little under aged to be drinking?" Cloud said, gesturing to my shot.

"Hell no!" I giggled, taking the shot, squeezing my eyes shut as it ran down my throat, "In Wutai, there is no age limit."

"Man, I shoulda grown up in Wutai then," Cid laughed, taking a big drink of his beer.

"Where'd Red go?" Barrett asked, looking around.

I glanced over to a spot in the corner where Red was watching Godo throw darts.

"He's with my old man," I said, still watching them.

"Oh," Tifa said, "I wonder if can even throw darts?"

"I doubt it," Cloud laughed, "He is a lion…dog…thing. He doesn't have hands Tifa."

"Well you never know!" Tifa said, giving Cloud a small, harmless punch on the shoulder.

"True," Cloud said, "Red always seems to surprise me."

"Oh, I love this song!" I said, bobbing my head again to the tune, "Anyone wanna dance?"

"You're completely drunk Yuffie," Cloud observed.

"C'monnnn," I pleaded, "I wanna daaaance!"

"Why don'tcha go dance with tall, dark and brooding over there?" Cid sneered, flicking his head over to the back door.

"Maybe I WILL!" I said stubbornly, sticking my tongue out at him.

I turned on my heel and walked over to Vincent. He was standing with his eyes closed by the open back door. The wind from outside was whipping through his hair and he didn't look like he was having an ounce of fun.

I was on a mission to change that.

"Vinnie!" I said, hooking my arm in his, "Let's dance, okay? I REALLY like this song and nobody will dance with me."

"No," he said, without even opening his eyes.

"Pleeeease!" I said, jumping up and down, "Please, please, pleaseeeee! I'm not gonna leave until you dance with me!"

"Ugh," he sighed, looking a little deflated.

"It's not like I wanna hack off your arm," I said, frowning at him, "You don't have to act like it's so horrible, just to have a little fun."

He opened his red gleaming eyes and looked at me. I stared back at him, pleading silently.

'C'MON! PLEEEEAAASEEEE!' I said psychically to him.

"If I dance with you to one dance, will you leave me alone?" he asked, in an aggravated tone.

"Yea, yea!" I smiled happily, "My word as a ninja!"

"Is that really worth anything?" he asked, raising an eyebrow so far that it faded up into his bandana.

"Yes!"

"If you say so…"

"I do. Now let's DANCE!" I said, dragging him over to the dance floor gleefully.

I watched everyone give Vincent sort of a 'better you than me' wave.

Jerks! I will spite them all and dance awesomely with Vinnie! And I will make Vinnie smile and sparkle and everyone will be in AWE of me! MWAHAHAH!

We finally squeezed our way into the center when Vincent tapped my shoulder.

"Yea?" I yelled over the music.

"I don't really know how to dance," he yelled back.

"No worries!" I said, letting go of his hand, "Just watch me and let your body just move!"

The song had a steady, fast beat. It bounced and screamed with bass and the vocals were fun and entrancing. The chorus came on as I started to let my body move. I rocked with the beat. I twisted my arms around, twirled my waist, bent my knees and touched the ground.

Vincent watched me curiously. He was the only one standing completely still in the middle of the waving, squirming mob. Finally, but very hesitantly, he started to sway.

"Yea!" I cheered, "But loosen up more!"

I grabbed his hands and shook him back and forth.

"Hey, baby," I heard someone yell behind me.

I turned around and came face to face with some greasy, ugly dude.

"Baby, he's a freak, let's dance," he shouted, loud enough for Vincent to hear too.

"Forget it!" I yelled back, turning back to Vinnie.

His red eyes were looking sadly at the floor. So I wrapped an arm coyly around his waist and twirled a strand of his long black hair with the other hand. I looked directly at the greaseball.

"I'd rather dance with my angstmuffin over anyone, any day," I yelled.

The greaseball glared at both of us and stalked off into the crowd.

I looked up at Vinnie, who was now looking at me incredulously. I winked at him with a toothy grin.

"C'mon the song is almost over!" I said, getting back to into the beat.

This time Vinnie seemed to fade into the music. He danced well enough. I loved to dance! I felt my hair bounce around with my body. I twirled my waist again and threw my arms up into the air, feeling ecstatic. My eardrums were vibrating and my adrenaline was pumping.

Unfortunately the song ended way before I wanted it to. The next song was slow too. Stupid slow songs. They were so uncool.

"Hey," I said, slapping Vinnie's back, "You did great! That was fun!"

He gave me a strange look and we walked off of the dance floor.

"…Thank you," he said.

He looked at me strangely again; hesitantly standing there, and, then, with what seemed like a second thought, stalked away outside before I could even call him a weirdo.

'Oh well…' I thought to myself, musing, 'Next time I will definitely get him to do shots.'

I grinned evilly and then went over to the bar to have a drinking competition with Godo.

-/-/-/-/-

I awoke with a pounding headache. The world swirled around as I sat up and I cursed loudly. I began to remember the night before.

Hehe…I had so won the drinking competition against Godo AND Cid. I am the drinking master. All hail the drinking-! OWMYHEADHURTSLIKEA&$#$!

I decided against standing up or sitting up for any longer, and laid back down, fading back into the darkness of my dreams.

-/-/-/-/-

There was annoying rapping sound coming from the other side of my door.

…AUGH THERE IT WAS AGAIN!

"Yuffie?" a voice called.

"No!" I wailed, turning over, "No Yuffie!"

The rapping sound persisted and I wondered if I was going to either set the person on fire OR was I going to slice their head off with my shuriken. When Godo walked in, I decided on the shuriken. It was so much cleaner, as long as I caught the head and the body before it fell on the ground and bleeding all over my tatami mats.

"Yuffie," Godo sighed, "Your friends are going to leave soon. Didn't you say you'd equip them for the journey home?"

Ugh. Me and my stupid promises. I officially hate promises.

"…Yes," I growled, throwing my pillow at Godo, "Tell them to go on ahead to the weapon and item shops. Tell them to pick out whatever they want. Anything at all. It's all on the house. I'll be there as soon as I finish getting ready."

And take the biggest painkiller I can find…

-/-/-/-/-

Vincent Valentine

"Sorry," Godo said, "Yuffie says to go on ahead and take whatever you want. It's all on us. She'll be over there as soon as she can."

"Are you sure?" Tifa asked, looking a little guilty, "I mean, we may need a lot of stuff. It's a pretty long journey, even on the Highwind, to Midgar."

"It's fine," Godo replied, "Anything you want, as much as you need. Yuffie says so. So go on!"

Cloud nodded and we trekked down to the item shop. We stocked up on potions and ethers.

"I think we'll need a few tranquilizers too," Cloud said to the owner.

After we got all the items we needed, we walked to the weapon shop.

"Hey!" the weapon shop owner crowed, "I got all the good stuff in the back." He gestured for us to go back there as he walked over to the door, "Feel free to get whatever catches your fancy. I'm gonna get a quick coffee from the item shop. He brews a pot every morning. After last night I really need one!"

Cloud nodded at him and I disappeared into the back room. I scanned the shelves for a nice looking revolver. I saw a sturdy looking .9mm and picked it up. It felt unnaturally light in my grip. It would probably be useful. I loaded it and tucked it safely in my waist belt. I took a quick minute to confirm all of my materia that I was equipped with as well. Poison, Earth, Counter Attack, Sense and Neo Bahamut glowed brightly back at me.

I was satisfied with my materia and I glanced over at the darkest corner of the back room. I saw something smiling at me. Intrigued, I walked over to examine it.

In the corner was a statue of a white cat, smiling largely at me, with one paw up in the air. On the small plaque that the cat was sitting on top of read "Cat Fu: Highly Dangerous."

Odd…

Underneath of it, sitting neatly on a plush, magenta cushion, sat a curious yellow materia orb. The materia glowed oddly at my attention, almost like it was smiling itself.

Cat Fu, eh? I wonder what kind of skills it has. I've always wanted to try a new Command materia. I like working them up to their mastered levels. Sense was already half-way worked when Cloud gave it to me. They haven't let me work anything up. This could be my chance…

I picked up the materia cautiously. I walked back into the main room.

"Do you think they'd mind if I took this?" I asked.

"What is it?" Cid asked, "I don't recognize it."

"It's Cat Fu," I replied, examining it some more, "It seems authentic."

"Ooh," Tifa said, her eyes getting large, "I've never heard of Cat Fu before! I bet it would work great on me."

"He found it," Cloud said, giving judgment fairly, "He can equip it. I'm sure no one will mind. They already expressed that they care zero percent about our gil and that whatever we want, we can take. Seems fine with me."

"Yeah," Barrett said, raising an eyebrow at the materia, "Seems kinda floofy or some shit ta me. What the hell is 'Cat Fu' anyway? Even the name sounds stupid."

"Any kind of Fu is considered highly advanced and dangerous," Tifa replied, "It'll take some patience to master, but in the end, I bet it'll be worth it."

"Says the floofy girl," Barrett replied, still looking skeptically at it.

"Hey!" Tifa said, putting her hands on her hips.

"Go ahead and equip it Vincent," Cloud said, "See what it's got."

I examined it one more time and then attached it securely to my belt as Yuffie sprang through the front door.

"Morninggg!" Yuffie said eagerly.

I realized that I still felt a little odd about last night. I have never had anyone wrap their arms around me like that. Lucretia hugged me sometimes, but it was a friendly type of hug, not a seductive one like Yuffie had given me last night. I know she was only doing it to set that man off the edge and to encourage me a bit more into dancing, but it still felt sexual. Actually, everything about dancing felt sexual. And anything sexual makes me feel more than uncomfortable. However I tried my best, which Yuffie seemed to enjoy the effort.

"Wait…" Yuffie said, looking closely at me, "OMIGOD!"