Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII, it belongs to Square-Enix. But I'm sure you already knew that.

A/n: So you know, this is basically the Turk version of Vincent. This story is Alternate Universe and will contain adult situations, language and maybe a little bit of violence, and a lot of Vincent+Yuffie. That aside, it's very dramatic, because I'm tired of writing action filled violence. I hope you like it, please review!

And I'm sorry I keep posting new stories instead of updating the old ones faster... I can't help it.

Chapter One: When To Say No

He knew she was going to be trouble the moment he saw her. Shoulder length black hair, small form, back arched as she held her face in her hands. She was trembling, obviously crying. People passed by, hardly casting a glance over the teenager as she sat there in the snow. Except him, he couldn't help it. He felt like he had seen her before, passing by the local high school. Maybe he had.

He stepped forward, breath catching in his throat as he watched her. The meaning of beauty. He felt that tell-tale pang go through his body and he groaned internally. His chest tightened and, as she lifted her face to look up at the coat he offered, he saw her bright grey eyes widen slightly. Her gaze shifted up towards his somber face and his mind was blank for a moment in wonder. Oh no, it couldn't be…

Love at first sight.

She blushed…

He stood above her, completely dignified. The cold expression on his face told her nothing except that she found him exceptionally handsome. He was well past her age, probably in his late twenties, she thought. She wouldn't take the coat, she couldn't. If she tried to lift her arm, she knew how badly it might shake in his presence. Perhaps if she just sat there he would get uncomfortable and leave.

He draped the coat around her shoulders and kneeled in front of her.

"You should go home." He said.

His voice made her shudder, it was deep and beautiful, like some kind of angel. But he was no angel, she could see the pain in his eyes. Those amazingly red eyes. He stared her down, not betraying the turmoil in his heart at that moment.

'Just walk away, it would be for the best.'

But he couldn't.

"I ran away." Her voice shook, but she had stopped crying. That, at least, made him feel better. A noise echoed up from inside him, a mixture between a knowing grunt and a hum, a sort of acknowledgement of the chaos she was about to bring into his life.

"This is terrible weather to run away in." He said softly, gaze not moving as she stared straight back at him.

An angry expression crossed her face as she tightened the heavy coat around her shoulders. A breeze blew past, barely shifting his short black hair. His tie fluttered around for a moment before he pulled it off angrily and shoved it in his pocket.

"I don't care. I'm not going back." She was determined. He sighed in defeat.

"What's your name?" His eyes widened at the question, it had been so long since anyone had asked that. He had assumed she would know.

"Vincent Valentine." He said softly, watching her with peaked interest.

"Good name. I'm Yuffie." She said letting him pull her up to her feet. She shivered as snow flakes began to fall around them again.

"Last name?" He didn't like being so informal as to simply call her 'Yuffie'.

"K- Kisaragi…" She mumbled. He barely caught it and when he did he could have laughed at the irony. He knew she was going to be trouble the moment he saw her. He knew it.

"I know your father." His deep voice boomed in her ear as she averted her gaze in shame.

"I hate him." She breathed, the anger evident on her face. It was snowing harder now and he looked up at the empty park around them.

"I understand." He whispered. Godo Kisaragi was head of his company's sales department. He could be a very obnoxious man.

They stood there for several minutes, secretly enjoying each other's company. A bell began to toll in the distance and Vincent knew it had hit midnight.

"I'll give you a ride. Where do you want to go?" He asked, glancing the young girl up and down. It was Friday night, she should be at a friend's house. Or something. Anywhere but here, this park could be dangerous at night.

"Can I go to your house?" She asked quietly. His heart leapt into his throat and he wished he could simply rip the damn thing out.

"If that is what you want." He knew it, this was going to be a disaster. She smiled up at him happily and his heart melted. She was too beautiful to deny…


Their footsteps echoed throughout the parking garage as they approached the sleek black car. Yuffie's eyes widened in disbelief and she stepped forward to run her fingers over the smooth surface.

"This is your car? How did you afford it?" He could sense the excitement in her voice, and smiled internally as her glittering eyes gazed up at him. He simply shrugged and unlocked it, holding the door open for her as she scrambled inside.

She was petting the seat cover when he sat down beside her and started it. Clipping on his seatbelt, he watched to make sure she did the same. It was his most cautious drive home he could remember.

She stared up in awe as she stepped out of the vehicle, it was the biggest mansion she had ever seen.

"Oh…" She breathed as he closed the door behind her. The entrance hall was almost as big as her entire house.

"How many people live here?" She murmured.

"Just me." She spun around to look at him, his face still expressionless. She opened her mouth slightly to say something, but thought better of it.

He watched her from the corner of his eye, her every movement was absolutely intoxicating. She pulled her hands up to her hair, gripping it as if it was in a ponytail. Her back arched and she stood on her tiptoes, stretching. He was getting heated and turned around to sort through the day's mail.

"If you want some different clothing, there's a dresser upstairs. Take a right at the top of the stairs and it's the second door on the left." He said, trying to ignore her presence behind him. He heard her footsteps pounding up the stairs and cursed himself for bringing her here.

The next time he saw her, she was curled up on his couch watching TV, some late night horror movie. She jumped when she saw him standing there, quickly sitting up and patting the seat next to her. He glanced at her new attire, a small white t shirt and baggy sweatpants, he couldn't even remember the last time he had fit into such small clothing.

"Come watch this with me, I bet you could use some relaxation!" She grinned at him and he couldn't resist. He sighed heavily, but took the seat beside her.

The expeditious was expiating to say the least. Everything she did he found charming. From her cute laugh, her gentle movements, the way she would gently hit his shoulder or knee, even the way she would jump when something startled her. He was falling in love with her, she was everything he had never imagined he would want in a woman. The worst part was, he was starting to not care about the consequences.

She caught him watching her with that look again, and she blushed. She didn't mean to, but she knew she was flirting with him. He was intimidating and she liked it. The boys she knew her own age were afraid of her, but he didn't seem to care at all. His hair fell over one eye, and she peered at him curiously. His skin was so pale, it looked fragile, but she could tell by his posture he could hold his own in a fight. You can't walk, talk, and move like that unless you have enough confidence to smite your enemies. She smiled to herself and he looked over at her suspiciously.

He was on edge as it was, and it was all he could do to hope that he didn't let anything happen tonight. She scooted closer and his hands tensed up in his lap.

"I've heard of you." She said with a smile. She leaned forward so he had to look at her.

"Dad used to talk about you, he said you were a stuck up, antisocial brat." She was still smiling as he stared at her.

"He said that?" He asked quietly. She nodded, leaning forward a little more.

He could smell the soft scent of lilies, it was filling his senses. He was shaking, and it was painfully obvious that she had an amazing impact on him. He leaned away from her, which only complicated the situation as she decided to simply crawl over his lap, this was way too much fun.

He could feel her soft lips brushing over his own, her light breath on his cheek as she decided how the evening was going to end. He felt paralyzed, unable to shift away or reply as she bit and nipped at his lower lip. She may have been far from shy, but he wasn't. A blush began to color his pale face and she grinned in satisfaction, moving her lips gently against his.

Closing his eyes dreamily, he realized that at some point he had opened his mouth for her, and she gently convinced him to respond. A shaky hand found its way to her hair and he wound his fingers through it blissfully. His hand shifted down her neck to her shoulder blades, and gracefully found its way down her slender back. Realization suddenly hit him and he pushed her back in horror. She wiggled away as he shoved her back onto the couch and jumped to his feet.

"What?" She asked nervously, digging her fingers into the couch cushion.

He shook his head. "How old are you?" She looked ashamed of herself and he stood in front of her.

"Sixteen…" She mumbled. Vincent cursed loudly.

"It's bad enough I could get arrested for even bringing you here." He said in a hushed tone. She looked hurt, but he didn't know what else to do.

"This was a mistake." He turned and left the room, walking quickly up the stairs.


Saturday, he didn't have to go in to work. He could spend the day regretting last night.

Dragging himself from the bed, an image of the girl ran through his mind. His heart ached, but he knew it wasn't right. It couldn't be, she was much too young for him. Wasn't she?

He walked downstairs, yawning and covering his eyes as the early morning sunlight shone in from the stained glass windows above the door. He was wearing sweatpants and a white tank top, forgetting about last night's guest. Wandering into the living room to turn on the news, he stopped in his tracks.

There she was, hair a mess and an arm had fallen off the cushion during the night. She was curled up on her stomach and shivering, Vincent could have punched himself. He rushed over to the cupboard and pulled out a thick fleece blanket. He put the blanket over her thin form and stepped back to look down at her. She was absolutely beautiful, he couldn't deny that. He reveled in her beauty for nearly an hour, perfectly content with crouching on the floor and watching her sleep. If he couldn't have her, he could at least watch her sleep.

As soon as she awoke, she dressed in her clothes from the night before and left. He watched her go from the second floor balcony, walking quickly down the street to the bus stop on the corner.

'It's for the best, just let her go.'

He had never felt so miserable in his life.


Monday was absolute hell, he went through the day on auto-pilot for the sake of his sanity. He really hated his job. It had been his father's final wish for him to take over the company.

"Hey, Mr. Valentine, I got the blueprints for the new office downtown."

"Sir, your noon appointment is here, and he's in a hurry."

"Mr. Valentine, could you sign this please?"

It was only one and he was ready to kill himself. The day was so rushed he hadn't even had time to get lunch. Stomping angrily down the hall to his office, he bumped into someone and spun around to see who it was that dared come so close to him.

"Oh, hey there, Vinnie." His heart nearly stopped at the sight.

"Mr. Kisaragi, good to see you." He nodded a greeting to the older man and waited for the casual response.

"How have you been? Have a good weekend?" He sipped from a mug of coffee and Vincent watched him nervously.

"It could have been worse I suppose. How are you?" The response was nearly automated.

Godo leaned in closer and lowered his voice. "Do you know anything about kids?" He asked almost worriedly. Vincent looked at him in surprise.

"I can't say that I do, sir." He put his hands in his pockets and tried to relax.

Godo sighed heavily. "I've been having trouble with my daughter, I think she's just starting to hate me."

Vincent nodded knowingly. 'That's probably pretty close to it…' She hadn't seemed very fond of her father when he last spoke with her.

"She keeps disappearing after we fight, I told her she wasn't allowed to have a boyfriend last night, and I haven't seen her since."

"Boyfriend?" Vincent asked with interest. Godo nodded.

"She came home the other night gushing about some guy she met over the weekend, said he was all sorts of wonderful. Naturally, I told her she couldn't see him and she just vanished." He shook his head, "I don't know what to do with her."

Vincent hummed, thinking to himself. "If there's one thing I can't handle it's women." he said, jokes were nearly mandatory in his business. Without them everything became too serious and fights would develop. Godo seemed to appreciate it, however, letting out a belly laugh before patting the young man on the back harshly.

"You're a good man, Vincent, you'll find her someday." He wandered away down the hall and Vincent watched him go, a new pain filling his chest.

'She likes me.' He thought miserably. 'Great…'

The rest of the day was filled with her smiling face, her soft voice in his head, images of her walking and laughing. No matter what he tried he couldn't get her out of his head.

'How am I ever going to get through this?'

He still had another hour until work was officially over, but he packed up his briefcase anyway and dashed out the door. He waved to his secretary as he left, and she leaped up in shock.

"But, Mr. Valentine! What about your four o'clock?" She seemed panicked and he waved it off.

"Reschedule, I have to get out of here before I lose my mind." He called over his shoulder. She nodded, but jumped as the phone beside her rang.

End of Chapter One Please review!