Aimlessly wandering through the Shinra manor, the petite, raven-haired ninja searched eagerly for some materia. "I bet this place is loaded," she said, excitedly, a sinister grin plastered on her face. However, she groaned in dissatisfaction after searching through the corridors and found nothing. She entered a room lined with beds covered with white sheets that seemed to scream, CASUAL!

"Oh, this room is lively," she muttered sarcastically, leaning against the wall.

However, she heard a small 'click' and jumped when she saw the stone wall adjacent to her sliding ominously open. "Oh," she gasped, pleasantly surprised, "Jackpot!"

Hesitantly walking into the darkness, she noticed a stairwell. Curiosity gripping her mind, she began to descend into the dark spaces unknown.

As she reached the last step, she stumbled upon a coffin. Her curiosity piqued once more; she reached a slender hand to open the coffin. As she swung open the lid, a gasp left her plump, luscious lips.

"He's beautiful," she whispered, staring down in awe at a face as white as snow, cold as the grave, (Edward?) and veiled in black and cloaked in red. A familiar tingling began to awaken inside of her.

"Oh no, not again," she moaned, clenching her legs together. You see, Yuffie has and always will have, a chronic longing for fucking dead people; yes, she's a raging necrophiliac.

She pounced upon the man in the coffin, unable to contain her desires. She fumbled at the man's belt buckle, frantically attempting to take off his pants.

At the apex of his thighs, an unusually large bulge caught her attention, making her even wetter. "He's so big," she exclaimed silently, lust raging through every inch of her being.

Before she had a chance to think twice, she found her hands grasping the shaft of his frigid member. She traced her fingers gently over his length, feeling traces of warmth trail behind her touch and felt the veins pulsating under her fingertips. Deeply enthralled, she slowly leaned down and flicked her tongue delicately against the tip. She felt his member beginning to harden as she took his whole length into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing in while she applied suction.

Amidst the silence, besides her heavy breathing, she heard an unfamiliar groan. Overcome with lust, she kept on sucking, ignoring the signs of life from her paramour.

"What the fuck are you doing?" a deep, enigmatic voice sounded, as he stared at her accusingly, eyes glazed in hazy, confused lust.

She froze, his dick still sheathed inside her mouth, as she began to speak in a muffled voice, unwilling to part with his manhood, "Uh… I-I…" She paused, withdrawing her mouth reluctantly, as she continued, smiling sheepishly. "I… I have a problem. Necrophilia runs in the family and all..."

Fully awakened and definitely turned off at the thought of her unusual fetish, he snapped, "Okay, I'm obviously not dead, so get the hell off me."

Without another word, Yuffie obediently climb out of the coffin, trudging dejectedly towards the exit. She had been rejected and deprived of her lustful needs. And worst yet, there was still no materia to be found.