Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Keep On Rockin' In Midgar ❯ OMG PLOT! ( Chapter 4 )

Keep On Rockin' In Midgar

 

By Kawaii and Junsui

 

Disclaimer: We do not own Final Fantasy or anything mentioned in this fic… if we did, we'd be rolling around in the money we got from it like a rich assholes we were.

 

Chapter 4:

OMG PLOT!

The season slowly melted away from late spring, into the gentle caress of summer. Warm winds blew through the town of Edge as its inhabitants began to leave the warm navels of their homes. Wow… there was actually LIGHT in Edge? Um… Anywho, life was going as… as… well, interesting as always.

Cloud and Tifa were living life as always, Tifa was tending to the bar… cleaning the bar… mixing drinks… blah…. Blah…. Blah….

Twitch. Why had life gotten so fugging boring lately? It was like there had been a huge uproar in… stuff… and now it was all like (insert cricket chirping here).

The woman sighed and placed a hand on her navel. The baby was getting bigger and she was starting to show… that meant no more cute clothes… maybe ever. But it wasn't her fault. Noooooo… it was ALL CLOUD'S FAULT. Yes, when all else fails, just blame Cloud! RAWR. Death ray to the blonde dude standing, facing the wall…

“Fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine, SIXTY!” Cloud opened his eyes, “Now I wonder where Marlene is?”

The girl giggled from her hiding place behind the counter.

“Hmm… Could she be… HERE?” Cloud looked under a table and hummed to himself, Marlene giggled once more, “No?” How about…” Cloud lifted a chair, “HERE!”

“Nooooo!” She giggled happily.

“What about…” Cloud leapt over the bar and grabbed Marlene as she squealed and wiggled in his grasp, “HERE! I found you!” I found you!”

“Hehehe!!! You found me Cloud!” The girl beamed, “Now YOU hide!”

“Uh… oh… okay!” Cloud smiled, “Count to sixty!

“Okay! Oneeeee… twooooooo… threeeeee…” Cloud took off towards thee back room as Tifa sighed and followed him. Thinking he was alone, cloud shut the door and stood, deathly silent.

CLICK!
The light snapped on, revealing Tifa to be an inch away from Cloud, glaring daggers at him.

“GAH!” Cloud jumped, “T-tifa!! What are you doing here!”

Tifa reached behind her and locked the door.

“Isn't… isn't that cheating?” He whimpered as she walked towards him slowly, “Umm… Tifa? T-tifa? Tifa?”

“You dirty BASTARD!”

POW!
“Tifaaaa? WHYYYY?” Twitch. Twitch.

“HAVE YOU SEEN THE PROPOSAL RING VINCENT GAVE YUFFIE!?” She screamed into his face.

“Um… maybe?” Cloud whimpered.

“DID YOU SEE HOW BIG THAT DIAMOND WAS?”

“…should I be scared?”

“DID YOU?! OR DID YOU NOT?”

“Meep.” ._., “Maybe?”

Suddenly, Tifa's angry glare melted into a frown as she began to sob, “Why can't I get a ring that ni-I-iceeee?” She sobbed.

Cloud twitched, ”Tifa, wh-wha-what's the matter?”

“I'm old and ugly and faaaaaaaaat!” She wailed.

“Aw, no you're not.” Cloud went to hug her, but Tifa glared at him as if he were the scum of the scum of the Earth.

“LIAR.” She hissed in an extremely scary voice.

“Tifa? Honey, you're young and beautiful and pregnant! That's all!” Cloud beamed uncertaintly.

“DIE!!!!”

“T-t-tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiif ffffffffffffffffffaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!”

Marlene and Denzel stood outside the locked door, major sweatdrops forming on their heads. Marlene turned to Denzel, “Is THAT sex?”

“No… no… Marlene, that's rape.” He said slowly, “I… think?”

“What's that?” The girl inquired.

“I don't even WANT to know what she's doing to him.” Denzel twitched, “When is your dad going to pick you up?”
“He keeps saying in a week… he says that every week.” She sighed as Cloud screamed in pain.

“NO! TIFA NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I NEEEEEEED THOSE!”

“QUIT WHINING AND TAKE IT LIKE A MAN YOU BASTARD!”

“OH DEAR GOD!” Denzel yelled. “Should I call somebody?”

“CALL THE GHOST BUSTERS!” Marlene grinned.

“PLEASE TIFA!!!! NO!!! NO!!! DON'T EAT MY NUTS!”

“HOLY FUCK!” Denzel screamed, “She's SICK and TWISTED.”

“What is she doing to him, Denzel!?” Marlene screamed, grabbing his arm.

“I HOPE ITS NOT WHAT I THINK IT IS!” Denzel twitched.

Suddenly the door flew open and Tifa marched out. Cloud was on the floor, crying.

“CLOUD, WHAT DID SHE DOOOO?” Denzel yelled.

“She ate all my nuts!” Cloud sobbed, raising an empty can of Planter's peanuts up for the boy to see.

“YAY! Our house! Like in the coffee commercial I hate!” Yuffie smiled, clinging to Vincent's arm.

“And it only took several months to build.” He sighed, “There goes my life savings…”

“What life savings? You were in a coffin for thirty years.” Yuffie frowned.

“Don't remind me.” Vincent frowned back.

“I can just steal the money back.” Yuffie beamed, dancing around her fiancé in circles.

“Okay, that works.” Vincent shrugged unenthusiastically as he headed into the house.

YAY! It was like a Japanese abode with pretty souji and wooden platforms. Yuffie had stolen- err…. Picked out the furniture all by herself, which consisted of a white sectional couch with a glass coffee table placed placidly in front of it as well as a white leather beanbag thrown somewhere on the floor. The kitchen was small, as neither of them really knew how to cook with a fridge, stove, microwave, and coffee maker, while in front of that was a short-legged Japanese-esque table with a bowl of wax fruit on top. Nothing much was on the second floor so far, save for a bed Yuffie had stolen- err… gotten from a very nice furniture store.

“Hey, Vincent.” Yuffie whispered seductively into his ear, clinging onto him from behind, her finger drawing small circles on his chest, “Guess what?”

“…” Vincent's eye twitched. He'd never gotten used to her doing that… thank god for his cloak, “Yeah?”

“I tested the bed out.” She smiled slightly, her tongue finding its way into his ear before she lightly blew into it. Geebus, that woman knew how to drive a guy insane.

“You what?” He inquired, slightly preoccupied with her body more than her voice.

“I tested it out.” She grinned, “It was nice and bouncy. You know how I found out? Hmmm?”

“Hubba?” She was like a drug for him…

“I took off allllll my clothes and I jumped up and down on it.” Yuffie was working to undo his cloak.

“That's… nice.” Vincent drooled, a far-away look in his eyes.

“Hmmm… you want to try it out together?” The scarlet cloak spilled to the ground.

“Do I?” He grinned as he spun around, slamming her into the wall, kissing her….

HA HA HA! NO LEMON FOR YOU!!!! Not so fast, anyway ;) We'll get there…

“Well well well, if it isn't Yuffie The Master Ninja?” A calm voice drawled. Yuffie's eyes widened slowly as she twirled around into the protective arms of Vincent.

“Who are you?” Vincent asked coldly as the girl hid her face in his chest. He could feel her heart pounding… Yuffie had never been this afraid… not in her entire life.

“You could say I'm an old buddy of Yuffie.” Smirked the stranger.

“Get out of our house!” Spat Vincent… Yuffie was shaking…

“So possessive!” The stranger snickered; he was tall, probably just taller than Cloud, with pale blonde tresses falling over ice-cold orbs of blue. He was clothed in a long, trench coat of ivory leather with a blue vest and pair of grudge jeans underneath. “Anywho, I'm here to get my girl back!”

“I broke up with you a year ago, Seifer!” Yuffie cried into Vincent's chest, “Go away! We don't want you here! You're not even from this Final Fantasy!”

“Too bad, so sad!” Grinned Seifer as a sword materialized in his right arm. Yuffie gasped and grasped Vincent even tighter.

Vincent emitted a low snarl and gently pushed Yuffie behind him. She gave a soft cry and clutched to his back. “Leave our home now.” Vincent warned, hand reaching for his gun. Seifer smiled wickedly at the pair.

“I don't think so.” The sheen of the gunblade cast strange beams of light around the room, tickling the features of Vincent and Yuffie. Vincent backed up, and in a sudden flurry, pushed Yuffie behind the couch and whirled around to fire several shots at Seifer. The gunblade expert deflected them easily and lashed out at Vincent's face.

“Perhaps I shall give you a pretty scar to mirror mine… after all, you wouldn't be the first.” Vincent blocked the oncoming blow with his gun, struggling against the sheer force and weight of the blade. With a grunt, he used his clawed arm to push the gun and force the gunbladist back. Seifer stepped back in brief shock, giving Vincent time to haul off another round of shots.

The first couple pierced the surrounding walls, and one found it's way into the blonde's flesh. The last bounced off of the giant gunblade with a dull metallic CLINK! Cupping a hand to his bleeding arm, Seifer snarled at Vincent, whom had retreated to the doorway - away from where Yuffie hid. Seifer took the bait and lunged from his crouched position, gunblade before him.

Vincent smiled evilly and shot at the unprotected stomach, forcing Seifer to pull his onslaught to a halt. The raven tressed man leapt over his opponent and collected his red cape from the ground, swirling it over his shoulders and hooking it into place. Seifer turned around wearily, gunblade at the ready. “Give me back my bitch and I'll leave you alone.” He threatened, locking the trigger. His only response was three consecutive shots from the triple-barreled gun, and a deadly smile.

Two pierced skin, four were deflected, and the rest missed by a marginal amount in which the blonde had ducked. He fired the trigger on his gunblade's hilt, and a large ball of fire flew from both sides of the blade, hissing in the air. Vincent jumped and front-tucked over his opponent, cloak brushing his face. He ducked as Seifer turned back to him once more, rolling from side to side and firing the last of his bullets.

The two were equally matched, but the battle had only just begun. Seifer resorted to swinging the gunblade around like a sword; it's key chain swinging to and fro. Vincent's cerberus gun mirrored every swing and dip, now bearing many new scratches across its once fine finish. This time when the blade came, Vincent resorted to using his clawed arm to hold the blade, even as it tore and rented the metal, bruising the flesh underneath. Scarlet blood trickled down the brassy limb, pooling beneath the two fighter's feet.

Seifer grinned down dangerously close to Vincent's face. “So it is connected?” he hissed tauntingly. “Very well, all the more fun for me!” With that, he pulled the blade down with a sharp tug, causing Vincent to howl in pain and recoil instantaneously. Both men sported several wounds. Whether it was deep gashes, bullet wounds, or claw marks, blood spilled freely from them both and stained their clothing. Seifer's blade stuck into the blood worn carpeting as he vainly tried to haul the heavy blade upwards. He could feel his strength starting to drain along with his blood, and he started to get a pounding in his head.

Vincent reached his injured arm to the pouch he had attached to his belt, hidden just underneath his cloak. He quickly withdrew a package of bullets and loaded them into his weapon. Shakily, he drew the barrel level to the blonde's head. Seifer looked up in shock and despair. The bullets whizzed through the air and SHING!

Seifer glared at his opponent. “You really thought I'd just give up and die?” he mocked. “I'm taking the girl irregardless of what you say. Though it sure was a pleasure to fight you.” He swept the gunblade under Vincent's booted feet. Vincent vaulted into the air and his foot connected with Seifer's back. Using this as leverage, he gathered his muscles and sprung across the room to land in a crouch, sliding slightly.

The blonde grunted in pain and used his weapon to haul himself up. Pulling it free from the ground, he summoned another pair of fire bullets and used the blinding light to charge Vincent and trap him beneath the glinting blade. Vincent breathed heavily, staring up the glistening metal into laughing blue eyes. “You see? I always get what I want.” Sweat and blood leaked down Vincent's tired features. He desperately searched for his gun.

Turning slightly, he saw that it had been tossed aside when Seifer rushed him. He glared hopelessly back at his enemy Seifer hauled the blade back, planning to plunge it deep into Vincent's throat, when a female voice stopped him in his tracks. “You haven't won! Not yet!” Yuffie stood several feet away, Vincent's gun in her shaking hands. Both men turned to look at her incredously.

“Yuffie! Go! Run!” Vincent pleaded.

“You think you can kill me?” Seifer sneered. “Do you really think you could take a human life?” Yuffie shivered under his scrutinous gaze, the barrel of the gun quaking in her unsteady palms.

“I admit, I may not have been the `Greatest Ninja Ever', but for as much as I prided myself in my strengths, I never realized how weak I was to have ever been in love with you!” she cried, crystal tears coursing down her cheeks.

It was like everything happened in slow motion. The bullet sprang from the gun like a cannon and hurled through the air. It plunged deep into Seifer's chest, making him stagger backwards in surprise. His eyes widened in pools of disbelief, as he drew a hand to his bleeding chest. His own blood trickled down his fingers as he watched in morbid fascination. He never realized how cold he was. The blonde crumpled to a heap on the floor. Seifer was dead.

Yuffie stood stock still, gun still smoking in her hands. Suddenly, it crashed to the floor and she ran to Vincent's side. He weakly propped himself up and cradled her to his chest. She sobbed into his blood soaked, tattered cloak, not caring how dirty she was getting. Vincent ran a hand through her short, black locks, whispering softly into her ear, “Everything will be okay now. Now that you've defeated the ghosts of your past.” It wasn't until then that he slipped into a realm of unconscious being.

“I hardly doubt it's far from over.” Yuffie gasped as a hand of ice cold gripped her arm. “Not even in death shall you escape me.”

“LET GO OF ME!” Screamed the girl, spinning around, she found herself staring into eyes of green, charged by envy beyond the grave, “Seifer! What-?”

Suddenly, the girl spotted a greenish glow within his wrist, “Materia!” She looked to the Materia in his arm, “Luos Materia?” Yuffie blinked. Luos. The forbidden materia, used to store a wisp of a soul within it, but only when charged by the seven deadly sins would it keep its holder alive and thriving. Not only that, but it was a copyright infringement!

“Its time we find someplace quieter….” The undead man rasped into Yuffie's ear as she screamed out in help.

“VINCENT!” She howled, but her love had fainted, the going-ons of the world lost to unhearing ears, “VINCENT!”

Yuffie struggled greatly with all her might, but Seifer was just too strong, the unholy materia would work until his goal was complete-

“No…” Yuffie whispered, “NO!”

“SHUT UP!” Seifer's hand flew across her face with superhuman force as Yuffie screamed out once more, but there was nobody for miles… not even Principal-Sama was around that day… “I SAID SHUT UP!”

Up the stairs and down the hall, Seifer pulled Yuffie by the hair into the nearest bedroom. The girl thrashed in protest, howling and fighting as Seifer forced her onto the bed.

SHING!

The gunblade was pressed against Yuffie's throat, wiping Vincent's previously shed blood against it… if Seifer would've added any more pressure to it, it would…

“You're going to kill me.” Yuffie whispered, the tears returning once more as they slid down the sides of her face.

“No…” Seifer bent down, dangerously close to her face, “Now that wouldn't be any fun, now, would it? I'll make you bleed, Yuffie.” He whispered, “And then I'll have my way with you as many times as I want…” A sadistic smirk came over his face, “After that, I'll make you watch me kill him. And then I'll let you die, too.” He grabbed her shirt, “Consider it an honor to die after being `loved' by me.”

“Fuck you…” Yuffie sniffed as coldly as she could.

“Oh, well, I think it's the other way around.” Seifer sneered, placing his gun blade to the side as Yuffie squirmed beneath his heavy grasp, he reached into her shirt and fondled one of her breasts, grabbing it tightly with no care or concern if it hurt her or not. Yuffie screamed out on protest, attempting to flair her legs, but he merely sat on them, hissing into her face: “Shut up or I'll hurt you worse.”

“NO!” Yuffie screamed as loudly as she could into his face. Seifer hit her again, working her out of her top.

“You've always been such a pretty little tramp, Yuffie.” Seifer whispered into her ear, “I don't see why you can't charge.”
“I… hate… you.” She growled, crying harder than ever.

“Seems we have something in common.” Seifer laughed at Yuffie as she screamed and struggled, “Don't struggle, it only makes it harder for me.”

“NO! STOP!” He was going to rape her. Yuffie was sure of it at this point. He had her naked and he now took his gunblade and pressed it against the side of her leg, drawing blood with a quick slice down the length of her thigh. Yuffie's shrill voice echoed throughout the halls.

“I like it when you scream for me, Yuffie. I want to hear you scream.” Seifer rasped into her ear, “And I love it when you bleed, Yuffie. You'll be bleeding a lot more when I'm done with you.”

Yuffie looked away, she knew he was going to make it hurt as badly as possible. He was fucking crazy and a machoist at that, and he wouldn't die until he'd done all those things he'd told her he would do. The girl closed her eyes and silently prayed to God… she prayed he'd just die when he was done with her and leave Vincent be… she'd give anything to let him live, even her body if that was the case.

“GET. AWAY. FROM. HER.” The tone of his voice was dead cold, Yuffie felt dizzy as she looked around, her vision skipping as she did so.

“Vincent.” She choked breathlessly. Hot tears trickled down her face in relief. Feebly, she reached a slender hand out to him. “Vincent.” Seifer turned and scowled at the raven-tressed man, who stalked into the room. Hid own blood mixed with that of Seifer's, and ran along his muscular frame. The now tattered cloak whipped around him with some unseen wind, dark crimson eyes screaming with hatred.

Seifer held his hand up towards Vincent, green energy slowly snaking down his wrist and gathered into a ball. Vincent's eyes flashed with anger and he rent the gunblade out of the ground, brandishing it before him menacingly. Seifer growled and released the energy in a powerful blast, and banshee-like scream escaping from Yuffie's horrified frame.

Vincent pause a moment, expecting the oncoming orb. As it released from Seifer's grasp, he hurled himself forward, catching the blade on fire as green flames crackled to life on its surface. With a mighty heave, he compiled all that remained of his strength into one final blow. The blade bore down with crushing force, hacking the blonde's arm off in one clean slice, and cutting another scar across his face.

Seifer spat with rage as the flames ensnared his body and ate at his flesh. He contorted with pain and anger as slowly, before a final burst of his own Sin wracked his body and he fell silent for good. Vincent threw the gunblade to the side and brushed the dead man off of his Yuffie.

“Did he touch you? Yuffie, you're bleeding… he cut you… Yuffie… Yuffie did he hurt you?” Vincent was trembling with fear as he knelt over Yuffie, leaning down to kiss her lightly. Yuffie's heart was pounding out of her chest, her eyes producing more tears than she knew possible. She let out a long sob as Vincent picked her up, holding her close to him, “Its okay now, Yuffie. I love you. Its okay.”

“I was so afraid…” The girl whispered, squeezing her eyes shut as she inhaled his intoxicating scent of Vincent, “I was afraid… that he was going to kill you, Vincent. He said he was going to make me watch him kill you…” She sobbed once more as Vincent pressed her to him.

“Even in the face of death, Yuffie, you only care about me.” The whispered, placing his face next to hers as Yuffie cried loudly.

“And you can say the same about yourself…” She agreed softly as she shut her eyes, her lips meeting his once more, “He did touch me… on my chest… but he didn't… he didn't…” Yuffie burst into another set of tears as Vincent held her closer than before, “It was so scary, Vincent…. He… he was cutting me…”

Vincent broke away momentarily, laying her down on the bed as lightly as he could, tracing the cut down the side of her thigh with feather-light fingers.

“That bastard…” He choked, wondering why he'd do such a cruel thing to an innocent girl such as Yuffie, “Let's clean you up…” He glanced to the bloody mess around the room that was Seifer before picking Yuffie up bridal style and carrying her away to the bathroom to clean off her cut. After the wound was dressed, Vincent held her to his chest and rocked her soothingly in his arms before she asked him to make love to her.

Before then, they two had hardly realized how much they cared for each other. When brushing against the ordeal of death, two people can before aware of their true feelings for each other. While they were in love to begin with, Vincent and Yuffie never realized the balancing perfection they had on each other.

He was like the storm in the night. Ebony darkness fell over his body and embraced his soul, as if there was no return from the dark abyss his life had been cast into. The remnants of his soul were the only traces of light left in him, but were like the crashing lightening, destructive yet beautiful at the same time. His lost love acted like the lost sight in the black night, no moon to guide you to the save embrace of love, cast away by the clouds that were fate that covered the illuminated moon. 

She was like the light of the sun. Always cheerful and obsessive, she kept a jovial disposition on life, never giving in to a problem, and continuously fighting against the elements. The corona of light was the pure essence of her beautiful, strong soul, unlike any that had ever been observed before. Though tainted by society and as dirty of a thief she was, there was something about her that spoke of child-like innocence and purity. 

Vincent Valentine and Yuffie Kisagiri were light night and day, yin and yang, the complete opposite of one another. 

But everything must co-exist; there is never one side to the story. Maybe that is why they were meant to be with each other, a perfect balance.  

(And I'm sure you now just want me to shut up so you can read your lemon, ne?)

Together in all forms of eternity, they held hands the entire time. And it was unlike any other thing they'd experienced, like a connection, a bond held throughout time and-

(Geebus. What the hell am I saying? You just want your damn lemon! Well, you know what? This is as good as its going to get… now…. Um… shit. I'm stuck… OKAY. I've never gotten laid and I've read two lemons and I'm just going to sit here and make excuses until I'm not too shy to actually WRITE something that's not all metaphoralical crap… is that even a word?

Well, Luckily, you have another chick who has also never gotten laid and has read so many lemons that she's actually lost track of how many she's read….. me iz a perv monkey, eh? ^_^V Hehehe

So, why don't you just sit down and help me write this shit before I turn as red as a beet and get a nosebleed?

Okie dokies then! YAAAAY!!!! I mean- erm… something.. not … SCREW IT! ^_^ Happy tiiiime!)

 

Vincent gently held Yuffie to him and pressed her to the cool tile floor. He drew his head back and brushed noses with her, looking intently into her eyes. For a moment they held each other's gaze before Yuffie rose against him and pressed her lips to his. She licked at his lips, getting the entrance she so greatly desired. Their tongues fought for dominance, as passion overtook their hearts and souls. Yuffie ran her hands across Vincent's broad and muscular back, drawing them back to unbutton his cloak as she had done several times before.

It slid off with practiced ease, landing on the ground beside them. Vincent grunted in pleasure as she ran her tongue along the inside of his mouth. He pushed against her, elicting a small squeal of delight as she ecstatically raced to pull at his shirt. It came free from where it was loosely tucked into his leather pants. Yuffie broke their kiss, gulping for air and seductively pulled the shirt over her lover's head. Flinging it aside, she allowed him to take his turn.

Lovingly, he went in for a short kiss, ending it abruptly as to leave her in want of more. He nuzzled into her soft flesh and began to leave a trail of hot kisses down her neck; a hand on her shoulder to hold her down as she bucked forward. She moaned as his minstrations continued. In a painfully slow manner, he began to lick her skin, trailing down her neck and shoulders to the valley between her breasts. Freeing his hand from her shoulder he massaged one of them, sucking at the nipple. He smirked in self-satisfaction as it hardened instantly at his touch, rewarded by the frantic touch of Yuffie's hands.

She pressed her hands across his back, digging in her nails whenever another wave of lust wracked her small frame. She trailed her touch farther down across Vincent's ass, slipping farther beneath him. He growled his pleasure and continued to lick at her breasts, clawing at her sides and hips. She frowned as another moan escaped her lips and her hands worked their way to Vincent's hips. She stroked the area tenderly and lightly, as to entice him a little farther. Swiftly, she moved lower and massaged his man-hood.

He roared, lifting his head up from between her soft mounds and roughly began to kiss and bite at her jaw line. Yuffie worked him slowly at first, building tempo and tracing her fingers up to the nearly invisible zipper on his pants. She tugged at it, and Vincent kicked them off hurriedly, removing his boxers along with them. He lifted Yuffie up and placed her on the counter-top, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist. She threw her arms around his neck and pressed his face into the crock of her neck, his fingers already entangled in her short locks. “Viiinceent.” Yuffie moaned, egging him on. He raked his fingers up and down her spine, elicting more groans of pleasure.

He embraced her to him and slipped her back off of the counter and onto the floor once more. Moving back down, he allowed her to prop herself up a little before seizing her lips and passionately kissing her again. She tilted her head back as far as she could, exposing the front of her neck, her chest rising and melding with his. He slipped a hand behind her lower back and pulled her to him. His fingertips brushed her folds, pushing against her part. She bucked against his hand as he pressed and massaged the tender bundle of nerves.

Intoxication spread throughout Yuffie's body as the pressure placed upon her part sent shivers of excitement and anticipation crawling under her skin. She screamed softly, bringing her head to Vincent's shoulder, allowing herself to feel the delightfully painful strain. She nuzzled into his neck as he had done to her and licked behind his ear and along his jaw line, tasting the salty taste of his sweat. It all just seduced her more.

She was moaning loudly in his ear now, small screams and gasps tickling his flushed skin. Still, he worked his fingers over her slit and nerves. Her body was trembling from the pressure, and he finally relieved her from the soft pain. In a fluid motion, he pulled into her, causing her to go wide-eyed and gasping with shock. Instantly, she wrapped her legs around his waist and clung to his torso.

He wrapped an arm around her waist and snaked it up her spine, supporting her head in his palm. Impulsively, he bit and licked at her exposed skin, thrusting into her. She screamed and pulled at his hair, caressing his face a moment later. Sweat ran down her face as she gave him a sweet, loving smile, before another wave of passion hit her. He gave in to his desires and scooped Yuffie from the ground once more and rammed her against the wall. She gasped at this and even harder still when he powerfully thrusted into her.

Huskily, he whispered into her ear, “Yuffie… I love you…” She moaned and squeezed her legs tighter around him, pulling him in farther. He pushed against her with a small smirk on his face as the expected pull came from her. They found a pace they could both take, and lost themselves within each other. Vincent ran his hands under Yuffie's butt and along her thighs, leaving a tingling sensation wherever his nails ran.

“Viiincceent.” Yuffie moaned, pushing against him. He took the hint and they resumed their starting position on the floor. This time, Yuffie pressed against his shoulders, and he eagerly switched with her. She straddled his hips and traced the ripples in his chest. Small thrills raced through Vincent's veins as she rode him harder then were necessary. She pulled out, forcing him to exit her, and stoked his manhood, taking it in her mouth.

He gasped as she massaged the tip with her tongue, tangling his fingers in her matted hair. She felt a small sense of power course through her as Vincent moaned out her name is ecstasy. She couldn't fit him entirely, and in a few short moments, it was even harder, but by the way Vincent was moaning, she knew she was pleasing him. She released him with a final lick before seating herself atop him again.

Now filled with desire, Vincent flipped her back below him and he thrusted into her deeper then before. Together, they climaxed, screaming each other's names, before shuddering and collapsing in a heap on top of each other. Vincent panted heavily, slipping out of Yuffie and rolling off of her. She turned weakly and looked at him, bangs plastered to her forehead with sweat, skin rosy red. She scooted over and cuddled against Vincent's heaving chest, and he was sure that she could hear the hammering of his heart.

Her breathing slowly evened out as she drifted off into a deep sleep. “I love you too, Vincent.” She murmured. He smiled down at her. She was so perfect. Carefully, he picked her up and carried her bridal style to a spare bedroom, laying her down gingerly beneath the covers. He slipped in beside her, arm draped over her waist, face nestled in her hair. Vincent had never thought she looked more beautiful.

“You mean we have a plot?” Tifa inquired to the person on the other side of the telephone.

“Yeah.” Vincent replied from his side of the line. Yuffie was connected to his arm in her sleep, trembling violently, “Poor Yuffie…”

“Hmm.” Tifa's eyes narrowed in suspicion, “I won't ask. But what was that guy doing here anyway? He wasn't even from this Final Fantasy.”

“Seems one of the authors was too lazy to write an OC.” Sighed the man as he picked Yuffie up and set her on his chest, “But, regardless, I think he was a previous love-interest of Yuffie's. She told me that she'd been in an abusive relationship about a year ago, but she'd gotten away from the guy.”

“Sounds like she didn't.” Tifa replied darkly, “Is she okay?”

“Sleeping. But not soundly.” He replied. Yuffie's sleep was fitful, as if she was having terrible nightmares, the girl kept mumbling, trembling, her fingers twitching.

“What happened to the guy?” Tifa pressed.

“I killed him.” Vincent's voice was surprisingly emotionless.

“Thought so.” The woman sighed, “Do you want me to get Cloud to go over and help?”

“Not now.” Vincent shook his head, even though Tifa wouldn't be able to see him, “I think it'd be best if I got Yuffie out of here as soon as possible.”

“I'll lift your ban on staying here temporarily.” Tifa's voice was sad and full of pity, “You know you're always welcome here if you're quiet.”

“Thanks. I think I'll take your offer.” Vincent sighed and glanced to Yuffie as she weakly called out to him in her sleep, “We'll come over as soon as Yuffie wakes up.”

“You sure that you're both okay?” Tifa really sounded worried as she leaned on the bar top, licking her dry lips.

“As much as possible. I'll talk to you later, Tifa. Goodbye.”

“Yeah, bye.” Tifa nodded as she clicked the phone off, resting her head on folded arms as she sighed.

“Hey, Tifa who was that?” Cloud walked down from the stairs, giving Marlene a piggyback ride. Tifa glanced to the girl as she craned her head foreword.

“Go put Marlene in her room, Cloud. I don't want her to hear it.” Tifa explained.

“Oh, okay.” Cloud nodded, his eyes clouding with worry at Tifa's expression.

“What happened, Cloud?” Marlene pressed as Cloud set her down on her bed. The girl grabbed one of her My Little Pony plushies and glomped it to her chest.

“Its called plot, Marlene.” Cloud explained, patting her on the head.

“We have a plot?” Inquired the girl.

“Um, well, for the time being, yeah, I guess.” Cloud nodded slowly, “Stay here, Marlene. I'm really serious about this.”

“Okay.” The girl complied, worried as well before Cloud went downstairs to see Tifa thumbing through a phonebook.

“What's up?” Inquired the blonde, reaching over to run a hand through her brunette tresses.

“Vincent called.” Said Tifa slowly.

“And…?”

“Some guy broke into their house, supposedly. He fought with Vincent and tried to assault Yuffie.” Tifa explained. Cloud's eyes widened. Yuffie was annoying, yes, but she was like a little sister to him and also one of his best friends.

“What happened?” Inquired Cloud.

“Vincent killed him.” Tifa sighed.

“Ouch.” Cloud winced, “What's going to happen now?”

“I'm calling Reno.” Tifa explained, finding the number and grabbing the phone.

“Why Reno?” Cloud blinked.

“I'm going to see if Shin-Ra can do us a favor and… er… get rid of the evidence.” The woman said slowly.

“Oh.” Cloud frowned.

“Vincent said he'll bring Yuffie over here for awhile.” Tifa frowned as well, “I don't think they'll do anything, though. I don't think Yuffie is quite well.”

Cloud felt bad. He just did. “Okay then, do you think I should go over to help get rid of the body?”

“No.” Tifa shook her head, dialing up Reno, “Vincent wants us to stay out of this, I think.” She paused, “Hello? Reno. Yeah, its Tifa. Uh huh. Uh huh. No. Um… stuff…. Err… do you want me to be specific? Okay, then… we need to blow someone up… no… no, they're already dead…. Um… Vincent… I don't think he'd want me to tell you… hurr… um… I didn't get the gory details but it seems he mutilated the bastard… yes, bring the Oxy-Clean. And the Cola, cola gets out blood. No, I'm not joking, I saw it on Myth Busters… uh huh… yeah… you like that show? Yeah, it's good… oh! Anywho, can you come to the bar? Really? Thanks!” Tifa went to say goodbye but paused, switch the phone to her other ear, “No, no. I'm sorry; we haven't seen Yazoo in a while. I hope you find him soon. Uh… well I'll be seeing you, then. Bye Reno.” Click.
“So… where's our plot?” Cloud scowled.

“I don't really even WANT a plot right now. We've had enough plot to last us this entire story and we're getting really out of character.” Tifa groaned, resting her chin on the bar, “Poor Yuffie. I feel so bad for her.”

“Well, at least she got her lemon.” Cloud shrugged, then scowled, “Why don't WE get a lemon.”

“Because, one is good enough.” Tifa frowned in reply.

“Stupid authors.” Cloud folded his arms in anger, “I want a lemon…”

Tifa picked a lemon off of the counter and threw it at Cloud's head, “Enjoy!” She beamed as the blonde glowered at the yellow fruit.

“I hate you.” He told the lemon.

“Is Aunt Yuffie okay?” Asked Marlene as she and Denzel sat up in their room. The two were eating soup in a cup at Marlene's little table that she did her homework and occasionally drew at, her face clouded with worry, “She looked really sick when Uncle Vincent carried her in.”

“I don't know.” Denzel frowned, slurping up a wonton, “I asked Cloud, but he said he'd tell me later. They're all really worried.”

“Uncle Reno is here, too.” Marlene piped in, swirling her soup with her chopsticks, “They were talking about a body before Tifa made me come back up here… did somebody die?”

Denzel shrugged, “I dunno. Probably.”

“Who?” Marlene inquired.

The boy shook his head, “I don't know.”

“I'm worried.” The young girl looked downwards, bangs falling over her eyes.

“Me too, Marlene.” Said Denzel, reaching across the table to grab her hand.

“Do you think we can go out now?” The girl looked up to her `brother' with hopeful orbs of brown.

“I'll ask.” Denzel set down the Styrofoam cup and stood up, walking to the door, creaking it open. Reno, Cloud, and Vincent were standing in the hall, talking in hushed voices.

“Denzel.” Cloud looked up, his eyes dead serious, “Go back in your room.”

Denzel nodded and retreated back to the room, closing the door in front of him.

“What happened?” Asked the girl, her eyes were beginning to coruscate with worry.

“Well, other than the fact this story is having all the humor sucked out of it as we speak, I just got sent back here.” Denzel sighed with a shrug.

Marlene's lower lip trembled as she began to sob. Denzel went over and gave her a hug. “We gotta be strong, Marlene. We gotta be strong so everybody can get this over with without any problems. We don't wanna get in the way, okay?”

Marlene nodded, wiping tears away from her cheeks with the back of her hand. Denzel sighed, knowing the girl didn't handle stress very well and walked her back to the table where they finished their soup and sat on their beds.

Marlene picked a stuffed animal off of the shelf and huggled it to her chest. It was black and looked like a Shad- COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT!!! Denzel sighed and got out the blowtorch hidden behind his bed. What it was doing there, we really don't know. Marlene's eyes widened in fear. “Come on Marlene.” Denzel sighed. “You heard Cloud. All copyright infringement must die.”

“NO! You are not taking Sor-COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT from me!” Denzel blinked at his `little sister's' words. God, it sure was weird to talk to someone whose speech was randomly censored by an omnipotent voice…

“Okay…” Denzel shrugged, lowering the blowtorch. He looked down at it thoughtfully. “Stay here Marlene, or t3h plushie gets it.” He threatened. Marlene nodded vigorously and smiled slowly as the bright rays of humor trickled back into the story. She poked the speech bubble hovering above her head.

“This author uses `trickle' a lot.” She said randomly. “And this one says `coruscating' a bunch.” Denzel popped his head back in the room.

“Marlene! Stop butchering the story when we FINALLY got a plot!” he scolded. He went back into the hall and raised the blowtorch determinedly. “TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON!!!!one!!!!1” he screamed. Reno, Vincent, and Cloud turned to face him. They all kinda looked like this O.O

“Cloud… why does Denzel have a BLOWTORCH?” Vincent asked menacingly.

“Meep!” Cloud shivered under the other man's scrutinous glare. Why was he always the scape-goat? He was supposed to be the main male protaginist in this story, God damn' it! Maybe it was karma… and what had happened to the SHM anyway?

“YES!” Kadaj screamed, punching the air. “We're back! We are baaaaaaaaaaaaaccccccccccckkkkkkk!!! Just when there was a plot, too!” Yazoo nonchalantly flicked the rubber band at his brother's head, hitting him in the temple. “OWE!” Kadaj glared. Yazoo smiled and rolled over on his bed.

“I'm bored.” He stated. ”And I miss Reeenoo.” He glomped a pillow with a small frown on his face.

“Yuck.” Kadaj stuck out his tongue. “Reno's not even gay.” Yazoo glared at him from under the pillow.

“What?! He's not!” Kadaj protested. “No lemon's for you!” he shook a finger at the older, bisexual, boy, then stopped and twitched. “Eeeeeeewwww!” he moaned, looking at his brother as if for the first time. “Eeewww eeeww eeeeeeewwww.” He sat in the corner of the room, rocking back in forth. Yazoo turned to smile at a random screen.

“And now back to the plot!”

“I WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNTTTT CHICCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKEEEEEEEEENNNZZZZZZZZZZ!!!” Loz screamed, waving around a butterfly net, as he ran through fields of green and WHAM! ….. crashed into a wall. Emo-boy patted the green carpeting happily and threw a cookie at the boy in white.

“YAY COOKIE!” he screamed, dive bombing for the cookie. Loz looked up, missing a few teeth.

“I want a cookie!” he moaned. He charged for the floating white boy and jumped for the cookie. Emo-boy smiled from behind the violet locks that covered half his face and slapped the ground enthusiastically. Then the door opened and in came a tall man with long, brown hair that hung in clumps and probably hadn't been washed in a looong time. Like Emo-boy, he wore a long, black, leather cloak.

“Octopus Man!” Emo-boy screamed, waving at him. `Octopus Man' twitched and pulled a green vial from his cloak and sniffed it. Automatically, his eyes went all red and swirly and-

Yazoo frowned at the camera. “That's NOT the plot, moron!” he scolded. Kadaj stopped crying in the corner and looked up curiously.

“Plot? What's that?”

“This, Kadaj. THIS!” Yazoo smiled and pointed at a misty portal-ish screen… thing… yah…

Cloud looked around. “I have the strange feeling that we're being watched…”

“NOW WHAT'S GOING ON?” Denzel yelled, waving around the blowtorch.

“Things have died, Denzel and things that died must be blown up accordingly. Now go in your room and be quiet before we have to kill you.” Denzel `meep'ed and slowly turned around to where Tifa was hovering over him. Giggling, the boy set down the flamethrower and ran into the room at the speed of light.

 

End Chapter Four… hmm… no more cliffhanger… well, its mostly that we're out of creative juices. I hope you guys enjoyed the lemony-fresh goodness! See you on day five!