Disclaimer: I do not own anything, for I am merely a college student. We're all generally pretty poor and without many belongings to begin with. Reno and Yuffie belong to Square-Enix and not me.

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Why did he even bother?

Honestly, sometimes he even appalled himself. Yet, he still ran, all lanky limbs and wrinkled suit, after her for only God knew what reason.

"Catch me, Turkey!" She'd shouted back at him, voice too high pitched and cheery for his tastes. "You're too slow!" Her laugh really irritated him sometimes.

Those "sometimes" were appearing more and more often these days.

This was all a game to her, but it was effectively pissing the red headed man off to an unheard of degree, though he suspected she knew that already.

She did. She loved every second of it.

Still he chased her, past thralls of people crowded on the street corners, past buildings long overdue for a makeover, past children playing in a beaten up old fountain that still somehow managed to spew water from its cracked spout. Why did he chase her anyway, every single time? Hell, he didn't even know. For one, she'd taken his newly acquired Quake materia, and he didn't even want to think about the damage she could cause with that. Second, well, second, he couldn't put his finger on, and that only irritated him further. He knew she enjoyed every waking moment of these fucking ridiculous little games. It was all a part of her plan to drive him insane, he was sure. It had to be.

It was working.

Now she'd taken to running while flapping her folded arms about as if she had wings, screeching out the most awful imitation of a turkey he'd ever heard.

Honestly, he thought about just pulling out his pistol and gunning her down.

Oh, right, that would cause a scene. He couldn't be the cause of a scene, though she was doing a good job of making a scene on her own.

Doing his best to ignore her taunting, the slightest of smirks crept its way onto his sharpened features as he spied an all too familiar building. The young ninja darted past the broken down apartment complex and simply kept running and squawking, oblivious to the fact that her pursuer was no longer hot on her trail.

Or, so it seemed.

The taller man had taken a detour. Slender, strong hands latched easily onto the creaking, rusted fire escape, allowing him to swing the rest of his lithe body over and onto the narrow ascension. Quickly, he scaled the pathways he knew well from his line of work, darted through the burned out old building, and exited in the same fashion, through a window. The buildings were ridiculously close together, so literal roof hopping was no large chore, and made reaching his destination much more convenient. All the while, he thought of the bratty little princess and the deliciously shocked expression he'd see on her face when he caught her. Thoughts of her loud and incessant whining that would soon follow began to trigger a headache, much to his dismay.

"Shit!" She was hardly able to keep herself from crashing right into the Turk as he leapt out in front of her, seemingly from thin air. There it was, that sheer wave of shock that swept over her features. He loved it.

He thrived on it.

More quickly than she had thought he could move, he had her pinned against the nearest wall in a single, fluid movement. "All right, brat. Hand it over." He'd practically snarled at her, though he kept that sly and arrogant smirk safely intact over his features. He couldn't have her thinking there was anything else beneath that irritation.

"Hand what over?" He hated when she feigned ignorance and innocence. He hated when she looked up at him with those ridiculously large, puppy dog eyes. He hated the way her breath came out in harsh, short gasps, nearly even with his as they both seized the opportunity to rest from their pointless game of cat and mouse. His gaze was subconsciously drawn to her full, flushed lips, particularly because she was beginning to puff the bottom one out in a pout. He hated her lips, too.

"You look pretty pissed. Somethin' wrong?" She laughed.

In that moment, he wanted to kill her. More accurately, he wanted to crush his lips over hers so violently that it would have frightened her. He wanted to force the air right out of her; drink her whole so that he didn't have to hear that laughter ever again. Something clicked in his mind right then as his aquamarine gaze bored directly into her dark, hazel toned orbs.

Then again, maybe "snapped", would have been a more accurate term.

"Mmph!" Her muffled squeak of surprise was the only sound she could muster as he moved to press her into the wall and act on those urges he'd been struggling with moments ago, and of course, she did have to make a noise. When was she not being noisy? At first, she struggled, she even brought her leg up to try and kick at him, but their bodies were too close and he didn't allow her enough room. He expected her to fight him tooth and nail. He expected her to bite his tongue the second he'd brushed it past her lips.

He was fairly surprised when she did the opposite, and instead allowed him entry.

He expected her to yell and slice his arm off with Conformer when he snaked a hand over her hip and slid his thumb just underneath the hem of her shirt. Instead, she matched him and her own hand was clenching loosely around the fabric of his suit jacket.

Well, this was going better than he thought it would.

While he kept her mouth busy – which he had to admit, he liked her better when she was kissing him instead of screaming and whining at him – his left hand casually slid from her shoulder, down her arm, along the gently sloping curves of her side, and finally down to her hip. Against his will, his mind memorized every inch that he'd touched, and he decided not to dwell on why he enjoyed toying with the young woman. Momentarily, he froze when her tiny hand found its way into his fiery shock of a mane. Her slender fingers twisted the crimson strands again and again, causing the unshakable man to force away the urge to shudder against the sensation.

Shit. He wasn't supposed to be enjoying this. His plan was backfiring.

He forced even more violence into their kiss, capturing her perfect bottom lip between his nearly clenched teeth. This elicited the softest of surprised moans, and the alarm bells went off in his mind.

Only a little further, and he'd have his prize. The game was becoming too risky.

The young princess was so absolutely shocked and overwhelmed by the situation that she never noticed when her captor had discretely slipped his hand into the pouch she wore at her hip.

Before she knew it, he was gone.

"Good times, Yuff." His tone was low and strong and she could just hear the smirk leaking all over his words. "Tag, you're it." The red head called over his shoulder as he ran off as quickly as he'd appeared. She could hear his laughter bouncing off the walls of the alleyway.

It took a good few moments for the reality and finality of what had just happened to overcome the initial shock and really sink into her mind.

When it did, she was livid.

Quickly, she rifled through her belongings, searching through the satchel at her hip. When she discovered that the newest addition to her collection was no longer there, the pieces all fell into place. Oh yes, she hated him.

Letting out a frustrated, ear-splitting shriek, the enraged young ninja set off at breakneck speed after the arrogant, lazy, good-for-nothing bastard that she'd just been kissing .

And she really had enjoyed – no, never mind. She'd hated it. Definitely. She definitely hated it.

"Reno!" She snarled, scanning the crowd for any sign of him. "Dammit!" She'd lost him for the time being, but she would definitely find him again, and she would definitely kill him.

No one was going to steal Yuffie Kisiragi's first real kiss and get away with it.

Not even him.

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There you have it, the first FFVII fiction I've ever officially written and published. Feedback would be much appreciated. Let me know if you like it, and depending on the outcome, I may churn out a few more in the future…