Title: Broken Telephone

Authoress: The Scientist Wrangler

Series: FF7 (Advent Children in Specific)

Pairing: Vincent/Yuffie

Chapters: Oneshot

Rating: OT for Swearing, etc, etc, etc.

Warnings/Notes: If you haven't seen the Advent Children DVD then you may not get the context of this fic. On the dvd there is a special feature that is a recap of the entire FF7 game. In between certain parts are insert scenes of Cloud on his bike getting voicemails and phone calls. One of which is a phone call from Vincent, at the end of said call, the gunslinger requests that Cloud tell Yuffie that she has no right to call his cell phone. This fic is spawned from that little bit of dialogue.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything involving FF7… other then that advent children double disc DVD. Kay… Enjoy!

Yuffie Kisaragi might not be the most patient of individuals, she might be loud and… energetic. At the very least, she tried to be somewhat understanding of her friends/teammates needs. In return, they attempted to have a bit more patience towards her, sometimes, childish antics. Each member of the odd little 'family' that Cloud Strife had built, had their own ways of handling the Wutai thief. She knew exactly who to go to when she needed something in specific. Yuffie was not an idiot, she knew exactly when she could call/bother whomever it is she needed.

For example, don't EVER call Cid on Sunday after 2 pm… that's when he spends time with Shera…alone. The first and only time that she had made that mistake… well… Yuffie had learned some new interesting swear words that she hadn't heard before.

Tifa has the bar to run, so she is hard to get a hold of during the hours the place is open. And on those rare occasions she does answer, she gets royally ticked off if the call is about something that can be discussed once she's off duty. Now, Tifa won't answer the phone if it's Yuffie calling… Thanks to caller id, the older woman knows when she's calling and will ignore it. Of course, Tifa always makes sure to call her back once the bar's closed and cleaned up.

Reeve is always willing to amuse her when she gives him a ring, he's a generally polite guy. If he's busy he'll tell her that he'll have to call her back once he's finished up with whatever he's taking care of. Though, even the nicest guys can get irked about something… and one thing to always remember…. Reeve … gets pissed off if you wake up at 3 in the morning. If the reason you're calling isn't an emergency that is.

Cloud is impossible to reach by phone, he's always busy out and about that he generally forgets to check his missed calls. That or he just ignores the calls that he receives. Yuffie suspected that the pain-in-the-butt was deliberately avoiding her. Once as payback, she had left him about…..Twenty-five voicemails in one day. She quickly discovered what got under the blondes skin, thanks to a rather cold return voicemail threatening to completely block her number entirely if she EVER cluttered up his voicemail with frivolous messages again.

Barrett, now that man has never been known for his patience, Yuffie has been privy to that info since day one of knowing the guy. Surprisingly enough, he's pretty chill about getting calls, he let's you know if he's too busy to talk at that moment and always returns missed calls. It's a well known fact that Thursdays and Saturdays he spends with Marlene. To bother him during that for absolutely no reason at all, just to go on about nonsense…. Well…. You can probably imagine…

The one person that Yuffie could never quite figure out was Vincent Valentine. He was also the man whom was about to get their ass kicked, courtesy of the Wutai Royal Family.

See, the former Turk had a bad habit of not returning her calls… EVER! Hell, she didn't even think the genetic wonder even listened to her god damned messages! It was easier to get in touch with fucking Rufus Shinra then it was to get in contact with her own damned teammate! How twisted was that?

She had even tried text messages, hoping fruitlessly that she might get some sort of response. Instead Yuffie got a phone call from Tifa, forwarding a message from the illusive gunslinger. He demanded that she cease and desist with the irritating texts, immediately. Yuffie didn't know what pissed her more, the fact that he got her texts and didn't respond; or that he didn't even call her DIRECTLY to chastise her about pestering him! The fact that he sent the message to her VIA Tifa proved that Vince was in touch with the OTHER teammates. What the hell!

The incident never ceased to irritate the fuck out of her. Yuffie had, surprisingly, done exactly what the jerk had demanded of her. She stopped calling as well as texting, if he wanted to be an antisocial prick, then so be it. Who was she to stop him? It was quite clear to her that that nothing of what, she had believed, was a friendship. During their travels to fight and defeat Sephiroth, as well as saving the world from certain doom, the tall dark and fascinating sharpshooter had been considerably less tense around her then others. Perhaps she had misunderstood his actions entirely.

Even so, Yuffie refused to forgive him for being such a prick when all she wanted was to keep in touch and make sure that everyone was alright. She refused to admit it out loud… but after their final showdown, when they all thought that they were going to die… yet still survived miraculously… Ever since that day, there'd been an irremovable fear. A fear of losing one of her teammates…family…friends, all that she had had in her life before the team, was her father. If she lost one of the people she held closest to her… well… Yuffie didn't even want to think about it…

Was it too much to ask, to simply be able to check up on everyone now and then? Just so that she could quiet her irrational fears, and be able to focus on her own shit that she had to deal with? The thief figured that most of her friends had inkling as to why she constantly called to say hi for no reason. This was why they put up with it like they did, because they understood and could sympathize with her anxiety. Obviously Vincent Valentine wasn't as intelligent as she had thought, because thank to him, Yuffie was constantly nervous and distracted. Not too mention extremely pissed off.

Which was what explained her rather violent reaction to the voicemail she had received from…surprisingly enough…Cloud. See, she had been trying to reach the unreachable Blondie, and so she had left messages with EVERYONE. Even tried calling the stupid jerk Vincent, which, no surprise that he DIDN'T pick up. Against her better judgment, she still left him a voicemail asking him to forward her message to Cloud. A whole chain just so the Chocobutt head would hear through the grapevine sooner then he'd actually check his own freaking phone.

So imagine her surprise, when Yuffie finally steps out of her shower, wrapped in a towel. Just having finished washing up after a particularly grueling mission, and as she goes to change into clean clothes, her cell phone beeps, alerting her to a new voicemail message. Yuffie flipped open her phone and held down the 1 button which led to her inbox. The robotic female voice informed her that she had one unheard message from Cloud Strife. Apparently the grapevine had succeeded in what it had been intended for. The Wutain held the phone to her ear, as she used her free hand to go through her closet for something clean to wear.

Just as she had reached for the top she had chosen, Yuffie froze in mid-motion. Her eyes widened in disbelief and her jaw practically hit the floor. When the message ended, the ninja fumbled with her phone before pressing the button to repeat the message. Uncertain that what she had heard was accurate, and for a second time in a row listened to Clouds practically monotone voice,

"-and Vincent asked me to let you know that you 'have no right to call his phone' and 'not the bother him again'-"

Yuffie stared dumbfounded at first, but all too quickly the anger flared right back up again. She snapped the phone shut viciously, and chucked it onto her bed. Who the hell did that emo-vampire-wannabe-bastard think he was? Telling her that she has no RIGHT to call his cell phone? Violently, she pulled out a green spaghetti string top with a white dragon design on it, which hit her just above the mid-rift. A pair of her white short shorts and green and white striped tennis shoes that went all the way up to about thee inches above her knees.

The young ninja grabbed her cell phone, weapon, money, keys, and made a direct beeline out her apartment door. Yuffie was fuming fucking mad; it was bad enough that he pretty much just told her that he didn't want to hear from her EVER. What really sent her temper over the edge… was the fact that he didn't even have the damn balls to tell her himself! That was total bullshit! When she got her hands on Vincent jackass Valentine, he wouldn't know what fucking hit him!

Yuffie Kisaragi started to make some phone calls, so that she could figure out where the hell the selfish bastard was hiding out.

Part 1 END

Author Notes: I have completed this fic in its entirety, it is a one shot…. Split into 3 parts. I decided to do this like the Lord of the Rings Trilogy… make the entire thing at once and then put it out one at a time. I'll post the 2nd half in exactly a week. You all got that. I swear to you that much. In exactly a week from today.,Part 2 of Broken Telephone will be up. You can count on that.

Also, the title isn't meant to be some stupid no effort title, the reason behind the title broken telephone… is the children's game. How one person whispers a word or phrase into the person sitting besides them ear, and then they continue to pass it down the circle of people, each person changing it to whatever they thought they had heard. By the end, you end up with something completely different then what you started with. That's the point/reason behind the title "Broken Telephone'.

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