To my Valentine.

Disclaimer; This is a jointed fanfiction. There are two people writing it, one as Vincent, and one as Yuffie, to better create the view of separate personalities. The one writing as Vincent is Mitch, and the one as Yuffie is Sam. Just so nobody’s confused and such!

We, of course, do not own Final Fantasy VII, or any of its characters. Squaresoft does. We claim no rights.
This will, for the most part, follow the storyline of the original Final Fantasy VII plot. However, later on, there will be scenes that of course, do not belong to Square, ‘cause we made ‘em up!

Just to clear something up, there is hardly -any- sex in this. There’ll be a lot of gory details on Vincent’s part, however, most of it will be tasteful. Sorry to disappoint you, but we may sneak in a few surprises later on. :3 Who knows, we may shock and amaze you with our abilities!

Also, these letters never actually -reach- Vincent and Yuffie. They are merely letters written in their minds, as if they were replaying exactly what they would say to each other if they could actually speak one-on-one to each other.

We apologize ahead of time for the shortness of most of these chapters, but we swear they'll get longer. x3 Much longer.

Expect lots of angst later. And muuuch fluff. And, of course, Yuffentine defined. [We promise we won’t screw it up though.]

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Dear Yuffie Kisaragi,

I absolutely despise you.

Ab.
So.
Lu.
Te.
Ly.

Despise.
You.

Everything about you makes me desire the cold depths of the crypt I had accustomed myself to for so many years. Every word you say, every action you take, every thought of you that swarms my mentality, exasperates me to no end. This is no exaggeration. It is quite irritating to remind myself that the cause of my stress is you. A child.

In one simple day, you have managed to frequently worsen my anger, my hatred for you. Ever since the first moment I had laid eyes on you.

Though I chose to ignore your discourteous commentary, your remarks on my tale, my past, it still grated my mind to think that anyone could disrespect an adult, no, a human being, the way you did.

Although, I am far from human... So I suppose I cannot even appropriately use that title for this type of situation. Regardless, you have been getting on my last nerve since I joined your group.

I remember when we left Nibelheim. Previous to our departure, Cloud insisted that we stay at the Nibelheim Inn, even though we were hardly weary, even after Galian Beast had drained a lot of my energy, I felt I could move on. Although, watching the two of you battle was quite the scene. I can hear your childish mockery of a string of curse words fluttering from your mouth every time you were struck, startling Cloud for a moment. How flawed, the lot of you are. Your aim isn’t even completely accurate, the degree that your shuriken sliced through those creatures was completely ridiculous. I have never witnessed such utter illogical battle stances as well! How foolish. The way you bounce cheerfully as if it is all just a sport to you. I must declare, once again, the spite I feel for you suddenly, just thinking about it.

I fear I have trailed off from my original thought process... Forgive me. I was speaking of the Nibelheim Inn. What a boisterous night that was. I have had better sleep in that dreary basement than that one night that I had to spend, wide awake and hearing you in your sleep. You yell. You kick. You scream. For what reasons, I am still unsure. Even before you had drifted off to a not-so-quiet slumber, you had to put up a fight to get your own room.

You are selfish.
You were probably spoiled as a child.
Children like that, when I was your age, would get beaten. And threatened.

A part of me fears for you, however. Fears for the fact that I do not understand your capabilities. You may not be equipped correctly for this battle.

That is what I was telling myself, thinking to myself, as I glanced down these long tubes that Cloud had so suddenly jumped through, to retrieve an orb of materia below, instructing us to take the ladder. I remember how you offered a glare in my general direction, and how you had claimed you were going to go down first, because you needed to caution me, as I am a “perverted old man.”

You are so insufficient. I... Cannot stand you.

That other part of me, that I failed to mention earlier, wanted to throw myself at the Materia Keeper below, and end all of this. Why in the world I ever agreed, or offered, to join your group, still baffles me.

I suppose I shall witness more of you, as soon as we complete our current objective. That is, to defeat the Materia Keeper and make it out of Mt. Nibel. What lies ahead for us? What path will we take? On the occasion, I have high hopes that Cloud will decide to leave you to the others, and perhaps replace you with someone a bit more... Intelligent. Like Nanaki. He is tolerable. He even has discussable topics to concern. Though I have only met him once, at the inn, he seems plenty intellectual. A trait that most certainly lacks in this bizarre group I have fixed myself into.

It seems as though the air has gotten thicker. I believe it to be anxiety. Whether it be the clear fact that we are about to face a powerful creature, or the fact that we must fight it together, I will be sub-consciously counting the seconds until I can separate myself from beside you, so you may keep your juvenile annotations to yourself.

I believe it is time to start counting. I am glad I can hide a scornful scowl as you turn your body and call to me with that disdainful pet name. Vinny. That name causes me to hate you even more.

Sincerely,
Vincent Valentine.