Fourth chapter, I don't have so many reviews, but I posted the first only two days ago. (I know, I'm writing too fast for my own good, but I want to get cracking with the prequel.)

I would like to thank my reviewers, you are a great help. Really, no kidding. This may become the last chapter, but I may have to write some more, if I can't fit the ending into this one. Anyway, I'm babbling, I'll let you read the chapter now. (Yeah, like anyone reads the authors notes anyway.)


Tseng and Yuffie were sitting on her porch, talking about anything that came to mind. So far, they had covered the Shin-Ra employees, the members of Avalanche, the rebuilding of Midgar and the current lack of cake. As it turned out, ten years in the Turks hadn't served to diminish Tseng's appetite for food. For as long as Yuffie could remember, he alone had eaten enough food to last a SOLDIER squad. So now, there was no cake left. Leaving the cake subject, an evil thought struck Yuffie. Alright, not evil, but at least moderately mischievous.

"So, Tseng, have you gotten over your little fear of actually having fun every once in a while?" She asked. Tseng suddenly looked very innocent.

"I don't know what you're talking about?"

"Aw, c'mon, Tseng, I've known you for thirteen years, and never once have you attended a party."

"I've visited more parties than I'd care to remember. And some of them are better off forgotten." He said. At Yuffie's curious look, he explained.

"Reno stripping off all his clothes while singing I'm Too Sexy, out of tune, on the top of his voice, isn't something you'd want to remember. " He said dryly.

Yuffie sat absolutely still, staring straight ahead at nothing, trying to escape the horrible mental picture her ex-bodyguards words had conjured up. It was entirely too terrible to imagine how Tseng must have felt, seeing his inferior Turk colleague strip. She shuddered.


Her bodyguards/oldest friend's voice made her snap out of her reverie.


"What are you thinking about? You just blanked out."

"I was trying to get the bad mental image of Reno out of my head."

"Oh. So have I, but to no avail, I'm afraid. That picture will follow me until the day I die." Tseng sighed.

Yuffie giggled. This day was turning out to be a lot different than she had expected. For one, she hadn't counted with her old bodyguard turning up on her door step. It had turned out a lot better than she had expected. She yawned, she still had a lot of sleep to catch up on, and she was very tired. Much to Tseng's surprise, she leaned her head on his shoulder.

"Thank you for coming today, Tseng, I really appreciate it." She said, before drifting off to sleep.

"You're welcome, my princess." He murmured, and slipped his arm around her shoulder, holding her against him while she slept, like he had done so many times when she was a child.

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Reeve stared at the PHS in his hand with a look of utter shock on his face. Tseng had literally told him to fuck off and leave him alone. Tseng, who never raised his voice. Tseng, who was almost unbearably polite, even to people he hated. Tseng, the leader of one of Shin-Ra's most valued units, had told him to go to hell.

Reno and the other two waited impatiently for him to do something; move, make a sound, anything, but he just sat there. Finally reaching the end of whatever patience he had, Reno snapped.

"Bloody hell, man, are you just gonna sit there 'til the end of the world?!"

"Well, Reno, this is the end of the world as we know it." Reeve answered.

"What the fuck are you talking about, Reeve?"

Reeve looked up at the redhead, finally putting the PHS aside. He looked as if his own mother had just told him she was running away with her father brother's uncle's cousin's twin's sisters cousin twice removed. In other words, he was about as shocked as you could be without getting a heart attack to boot.

"Tseng just told me to fuck off, that he was on his day off, and couldn't be bothered to save our sorry asses." He told them. Reno laughed suddenly, causing everyone to look at him as if he had gone crazy.

"He got that one from me, he did." The redhead gasped through his gales of laughter. Then he straightened up, coming to his senses again.

"So we'll have to wait ┬┤till he comes back?"

Reeve nodded.

"Where is he anyway?"

"I don't have a clue." Reeve shrugged helplessly.

"Damn!" Reno shouted, slamming his fist down on Reeve's desk.

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After maybe an hour, Tseng glanced at his clock. Nearly 16.00, time to get going back. He looked down at the girl asleep in his arms. Brushing away a stray lock of her brown hair from her peaceful face, he thought about her.

For nearly thirteen years, that little girl had held his heart in her hands. He could remember the first time he had held her like this, on a rainy night, what seemed a lifetime ago. The time she had stole the chunk of ice he liked to call his heart.

Shaking off the memories, he gently shook her shoulder. She opened her beautiful eyes, and looked at him sleepily. She was simply beautiful, even with tousled hair and crumpled clothes.

"Wha..?" She mumbled.

"I must be going now, Yuffie." He said gently. Once again, he reflected that his colleagues wouldn't recognize him if they saw him now. The emotionless Turk leader, holding a girl as she slept, making sure not to startle her when she woke up. Not exactly an everyday thing. But then again, this was no usual young lady. It was his princess.

"Do you have too?" She asked, once again sounding like the little child he had taken care of. The only difference was that now he loved her differently. She no longer was a child to him. Sadly, there was no way she could feel the same about him; that would be wistful thinking.

He nodded in answer to her question. Sighing, she let go of him, almost reluctantly. He mentally slapped himself. /Stop thinking about her like that! You're only making matters worse!/

" Alright, but don't be a stranger, you hear? Don't make me wait ten years till next time."

"I won't, I promise. Goodbye." He gave her a quick hug and stood up. Before she could reply anything, he spoke again.

"Hopefully, I won't have any horror stories about Reno when I come next time." He said lightly. She chuckled a bit, and then he was gone, leaving her alone with only the present to remind her of his visit. The present! She hadn't opened it yet!

Retrieving the little black box from the kitchen table, she started to, once again, tear at the wrapping paper. After a few minutes she finally got it open. Damn, Tseng really didn't hold back on the tape! She stopped short when she saw the contents of the box. A necklace. A silver necklace with a large emerald shaped like a rose. It must have cost a fortune! She couldn't believe he had actually spent that much on her. Smiling, she put it on.

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Walking down the road from Yuffie's house, Tseng found himself whistling an old tune he had heard some time ago. He had never been so happy, so convinced that everything was right with the world as he was then. He didn't notice Avalanche until he had nearly passed them. In fact, he wouldn't have noticed them if their leader, Cloud Strife, hadn't seen him.

"Turk!" The blond man hissed, drawing his huge sword. Tseng wondered why the hell he was bringing his sword to his friend's birthday party, but he didn't voice that question. Instead, he gave the members of Avalanche a cheery wave.

"Hello!" He said, grinning like a maniac, but not caring. Turning to leave, he was once again stopped by Strife.

" What's up this time, Turk, running off to find your little friends? Gonna try to kill us again?"

Tseng turned back to the Avalanche leader, tilting his head, as if thinking something over.

"Hmm, no, I don't think so, Strife. Not today. It's my day off. Can I go now?" He finished, gesturing towards the train station.

"As much as I'd like to stay and chat with you and your friends, I've got a train to catch. Have a nice day."

He walked away, leaving Avalanche stunned. He put his hands in his pockets and started whistling again. In doing so, he found the other little black box he had bought for Yuffie. Maybe next time he saw her, me might have the guts to give it to her. The worst thing that could happen was that she would refuse the ring, right? Cracking a bit f a smile, he headed for the train to Midgar. This had been the best day in his life.


And that's it. Now I'll get to work on the Prequel, or sequel. Or both. Please R&R.