I had a dream- it was weird and short. Just a quick view of two people fighting. The guy in my dream looked a lot like Vincent so I told one of my friends about it and she dared me to write about it. I, of course, said sure before listening to the complete rules of this dare. Yes, I totally regret it and I have surely learned my lesson. So, here it is my first ever rated M fan-fiction because of something other than language and violence. Well, my first one I'm showing people that is. R&R!

Disclaimer: As always I don't own Final Fantasy VII. If I did I could have probably bought my way out of this.

Run Away

When you're young everyone tells you to enjoy it. I remember always thinking how crazy they all were to think that. What the heck was great about being young? You have to do what you're told because anything that you came up to do on your own was either dangerous or reckless. As if that weren't enough, all day you would be drilled about proper behavior, your language, and your "inappropriate clothing". What's wonderful about that? Nothing, that's what. They're all fucking delusional, but then again maybe they weren't raised by a crazy old bat like Godo. Anyway, there is a point to my insane mind rabble- Vincent Valentine. Are you surprised? Well, don't be. That jerk face wanna be vampire has haunted my thoughts for a good few years now. Now, as you can see I have a problem with people tell me to live up my youngness. However, I have an even bigger problem with people telling me I'm too young to do things, think things, understand things, or feel things. Cause hell you want me to live up my awesome young life but then take away everything that would even remotely make it awesome. Then Mr. Valentine comes along after I freaking confess my forever undying love for him and tells me something I could just stab him for.

"Yuffie, I can understand why you might come to the conclusion that what you're feeling is love, but I highly doubt that. You're way too young to comprehend what love truly is, and you have so much more to look forward to than spending the rest of your life with someone as old as me."

I could have fucking killed him right then and there. He could have said anything than that and I would have been perfectly okay with it. I would have understood that he didn't want me. Yet, he pulled the damn you are young card on me, and on freaking top of that he sounds like he wants to end a stupid business deal. I know I should be devastated, but all I can feel right now is pure anger. I wanted to take Tifa's bar stool and bash his dumb head open with it until he couldn't even remember what was so great about being young.

"Are you alright?" he asked worried, probably noticing I was shaking with rage. Psh, he most likely thinks I'm going to freaking cry. Oh Vincent, how wrong you are.

"Let me get this straight dickhead, you think I'm too young for you?" To say he was shocked would have certainly been the understatement of the year. I would have probably laughed if I wasn't so furious with him right now. However, he didn't answer my question which did nothing for my anger whatsoever.

"Is that what you think or not?" I screamed, he took a step back from my volume and sent a disapproving glance at me.

"Lower your voice people are sleeping upstairs." Vincent hissed at me. I glared at him, placing my hands on my hip and waiting impatiently for his answer.

"Well?" I snapped at him after a few moments.

"Yes, Yuffie, that is exactly what I think." he said harshly. I could tell I had gotten under his skin, which was never a good thing, but I could hardly find it in me to care at the moment. Fuck, all I want to do right now was take his gun that he loved so freaking much and shoot him in the foot.

"Really? Wow Vince that is so fucking original. Too much of a pussy to tell me the freaking truth. How old are you? Obviously not old enough since you can't even find the balls to just tell me you're not interested." I snapped right back at him.

"Listen you brat-"

"No you listen! I thought maybe, just freaking maybe; you would be different than all those retarded guys I've been dating to get my stupid mind off you. But apparently you're just as much as a dumb fuck as they are. Oh wait, sorry, I forgot you don't fuck because you're still hung up about some dead chick that left your ass for some older insane scientist. Did she tell you that you were too young too, Vincent?" Alright, I really didn't mean to take it this far, and by the look on Vincent's face I knew I fucked up big time. I never saw him look this angry before.

He looked murderous, and I had no doubt in my mind that if looks could kill I would have been lifeless on the floor right about now.

"So proud of fucking everyone aren't you, you little whore." he growled.

I gasped at his cruelty. Did he just freaking call me a whore? I was so upset I couldn't even see straight. All those men were just to get my mind off him, and here he was calling me a whore because of it. I am a woman. I have needs and he obviously wouldn't have given me what I really wanted.

"At least I'm not sleeping around to get ahead in my career like your dead bitch did!" Okay, I know that was way below the belt but if he wanted a dirty fight he would damn well get one.

"Might as well be with those tiny pieces of fabric you call clothing. Then again everyone already knows you'll do just about anything for someone to pay attention to you." Vincent was livid, his eyes filled with hatred.

"What's wrong, Vince?" I asked bitterly, "Angry that you can only look not touch?

"I would never want you, brat. So keep fucking around, you'll never get what you want from me." I froze.

I felt my throat tighten immediately and I wanted to gag. Reality kicked in, and my stomach completely turned inside out. It hurt to move, to even breathe. Jeez, what was I doing? All this was proving is how stupid I am. He doesn't want me, fighting him isn't going to change that. So I did the only logical thing I could think of.

I ran.

Past Vincent's glaring eyes, past Tifa's bar door, past Midgar, I just keep running. I finally realized that I didn't need to run anymore when I reached the outskirts of the city. I crumbled into a pathetic ball on the ground. I didn't even care about the dirt that was scratching at my skin, because at the moment all I could fell was pain. My insides were burning and my mind was replaying the previous conversation over and over again. Then the tears finally came, and I never in my life imagined I would ever be this heartbroken over some guy.

Vincent hated me...

But I loved him so much.

Well, that's the first chapter. I'm trying to see if I like short or long chapters for another story I have in mind after I finish Six Years Is a Long Time. So, this is kind of a test run. Tell me what you think! This isn't going to be very long story anyway, most likely five chapter's maximum.

Till next time,

Nami