I constantly tell myself I'm done with writing my stories and I hold off for a while to focus on my other work…but as you can guess, that never lasts! I've been dying to write another Yuffie and Vincent story but nothing has really hit me. Heck, I still don't have a great idea. I need to get something out so here we go! Hope it all goes to my and your liking!

(Chapters aren't super long, but that's okay, right?)

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY PART OF FINAL FANTASY OR ANY OF ITS CREATIONS. THIS IS PURELY A FAN'S STORY AND NOTHING MORE!

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Chapter One – Yuffie POV

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I knew I should have been happy with my new ability to bum around at 7th Heaven with no requirements or risky factors playing into my life. It had been a hard, long war these few years and too many were lost during the different battles our team took on. Finally, everything was mostly quiet and people were beginning to dream for a brighter future. The idea of a peaceful world was no longer some foolish dream. While everyone else was beginning to fall into a state of constant happiness, I was falling into a form of depression. Not quite, lock-myself-up-in-a-coffin-in-a-basement kind of depression, but it wouldn't be long before I would be close to that point.

"Yuffie, here's your drink," Tifa said as she placed my mixed martini in front of me. Some people thought it was weird for me to finally be old enough to drink, but it wasn't a big deal. I had drinks before I became of age, but the fact I wasn't sneaking around to do it made people realize a lot of things.

Some men were beginning to pay closer attention to me while some women were putting up their guards when I walked by their families. The only difference I saw in myself was the fact I had some more years on me. My personality was mostly the same and my physical appearance was barely any different. Sure, I filled out in some areas because I wasn't doing nearly enough physical work to keep the weight off, but it wasn't anything worth noticing. Just an annoyance al women went through. Some suffered more than others.

"Cloud said I should invite you over for dinner tonight," the main sufferer of such annoyances said as she returned to stand in front of me. I knew it was more Tifa asking me to visit them for the night. Ever since my father released me from my title of princess I became the worry for several people. Some more than others…Tifa the main victim.

"What are you having?" I asked and sipped the green mix from the fancy glass in front of me.

"We're grilling some steaks with our usual vegetables and fries. One of your favs," she said with an evil smile. And by evil smile I meant her tricky smile because she knew exactly how to twist me to her will.

I bit my bottom lip and thought about the leftover chicken I had waiting in my fridge. "You are lucky I have no plans for dinner."

"Yeah, right," Tifa said with a smirk and stepped away as the bar's phone rang.

"7th Heaven," Tifa answered with a smile. The woman's constant smile would have been an annoyance for me if it wasn't for the fact I needed someone's happiness to boot me into doing simple tasks each day. What did I say about me not becoming like some Mr. Goth? "Ouch, that sounds nasty…Yeah, I can get some stuff sent your way…No, Vincent, you stay at home and I'll get the medicine to you…I can't believe Reeve didn't take care of this for you…Of course you did."

Tifa mumbled her goodbye as she rolled her eyes. The gesture was more than enough for me to know what had occurred on the other line. Vincent did something stupid and hurt himself. Chances were he completed some mission provided by Reeve, got hurt, and then went home only to find he didn't have any Potions or Antidotes left because he used them all. The man worked for a company built to fight and he was poorly prepared.

"Is Vinnie okay?" I asked as Tifa stepped through the small opening to the Employees Only section of the bar. It would never be a big deal if a customer went back there, but it was for appearance sake. I eyed up the small tote Tifa held as she walked back out of the area. She placed the tote in front of me. "What happened?"

"Vincent had to do some special, private delivery for Reeve's men and he was ambushed by a team of nasty soldiers. It was Vincent so he was able to knock them out and win the fight, but there were some injuries he chose to not inform Reeve about," Tifa said confirming my suspicions. "He asked if he could stop in and use some of our stuff. I ordered him to stay at his house and I'd have Cloud deliver it to him. But I think having some bored-to-death ninja make the delivery might be best for both parties involved."

I sent her a tiny glare as I picked up the tin box. I didn't hate Vinnie in any way, but being a delivery woman was not a part of the deal. "You owe me big time for this."

"Just go and make sure our friend is really okay," Tifa said as her worried look took over her face. She was everyone's mother in a way and I loved her for it.