The King of Hearts
Chapter I: the Gift
Disclaimer: FF7 is not mine, but I like mucking it up XD.
Author's note: Alright, this is the enhanced chapter 1! It doesn't read nearly as fast as before, and I've added some pretty interesting details too!
THANKS to for your fixes, they are great!
For new comers, DON'T FLAME ME for the pairing. Kindly send me a PM regarding disapproval. I will consider them. I dropped Marlene's age from 18, as one reviewer advised. Vincent gets a little, well... you'll find out. It's a lot different from the original chapter. Moogle Girl I named Shirley, saying Moogle Girl is just too silly for me so... Shirley is Moogle Girl, remember.
Thanks for all your suggestions and advice in re-writing this chapter: Death's Herald, Ringbearingrasal, The 666th Necrophilliac, Killer Cloud, Mister Jackkkk, The Final Fantasy Princess and Wandering Sage.
Now on with the, new improved chapter one!
By the way, this takes place after Dirge of Cerberus, but Chaos is still inside Vincent in my fic.
During the days in Midgar since Omega was defeated, trouble was no more. There were no more anomalies, rebellious ex-SOLDIERs, Tsviets, Remnants, nothing, absolutely nothing. Everyone finally was able to rest in peace. And as many years past, peace was the only thing that reigned, trouble being no more. Midgar was rebuild to some extent. Edge had grown a lot though, in terms of their economy, business and infrastructure, becoming a major metropolis within its vicinity.
On one fine Saturday morning, October 13 in fact, a well known bar was closed for a specially planned occasion. The bartender, now in her late 20s, cleaned the bar down with a pleasant smile as she watched her friends conversing about the schedule for this date. The little congregation soon called for a young teen, not present.
"Where is she?" started one.
"C'mon, we're waiting on you!..." called another, standing at the base of the stairs.
"I'll get her" chuckled the bartender, tossing her rag to the side, "you know how she is..."
"Well do it now, we ain't got all day..." snarled a certain Southern pilot, reaching to light, another cigarette.
The bartender treaded up the stairs quietly, her thoughts filled with what this day should bring. As she approached a door, she peeked through the crack, eyeing the teenager seated before her old dresser. The now sixteen year old girl, wearing a buttoned wool blouse, and a denim skirt and matching vest, had just finished combing her hair, and tied it to a pony tail with the same pink ribbon she's had since age six. She then finished primping in putting on a pair of butterfly stud earrings, before staring deeply into the photo on her dresser.
She lifts the photo taken of AVALANCHE, her eyes scanning from Yuffie, to Barrett, Cloud Strife, Red XIII and Cait Sith, Tifa, Cid, Denzel, herself, then Vincent. As her eyes landed on Vincent, a little smile crosses her lips, memories resurfaced from when she first met him, to the times he took care of her, from the advent of Kadaj, and up 'til now.
"Marlene?" said a voice beyond the doorway.
"Tifa...", spoke the teen in question. "Tifa, hi..."
Tifa walked in, noticing that Marlene was still getting dressed. "Marlene, everyone's waiting for you, again" Tifa started with smile on her face, quite amused to see how much the young lady has grown, though still had much more growing up to do.
"Hey I was JUST getting dressed..." the girl said, getting up from her seat. "Yeah that's what you said thirty minutes ago" Tifa chuckles in response, "come on, let's get going, we don't want to lose te rest of the day". The ladies then went down stairs, meeting Cloud and his friends, who were all excited about something. What could possibly be so special on this date? Cloud had everyone together from Cid, Tifa, Barrett, Red, the Geostigma survivors (who are now teens and young adults), even Yuffie. Hmm, am I forgetting to mention another friend of his? Did I say he invited EVERYONE?
Offering a hug, Cloud, now age 29, looked and Marlene and said, "Well, well, if it isn't Christmas...", after gaining a hug from the young teen, she replied "C'mon Cloud, I didn't take that long. A girl is allowed a little time to make herself look her best. Especially on a date this special". Marlene then sat beside Denzel and Shirley (Moogle Girl) both eighteen.
Making sure all his friends were present, the chocobo headed ex-SOLDIER then said to his comrades,
"Alright, everyone here and all ready?"
"Sure we are, just call the ol' cougar over already!" Cid replied with impatience.
Just as Cloud picks up the phone, Marlene thinks about what he was about to do, and makes the quick decision to speak up.
"Wait, I think someone should go fetch him. That way we'll KNOW he'll come".
Everyone paused in giving that some thought, then nodded their heads in agreement as Marlene volunteered to get said person.
"Mm I don't know" Denzel starts, "I think we should send an adult. It could be..."
"Dangerous?" interrupts Marlene, mockingly, "c'mon, I'm grown now, Denzel. There's no need for a chaperone"
"Alright, kids" Cloud says stopping the oncoming argument, "I think Marlene is old enough to go out on her own..."
"Yeah besides, it's not often she gets to spend time with her childhood crush"
"Shirley..." starts Cid, speaking to that Geostigma recovered girl who used to have that Moogle, "calm your britches lass!"
Marlene giggled as she proudly walked to the door. Barrett says to Marlene before she walked out,
"Marlene, be safe, and be good. And stay away from them boys at the market".
Everyone was excited while Tifa suddenly grew tense. "after Denzel said it, now I don't know about sending Marlene out and alone. You know Marlene. At the very least, Denzel should have gone with her" Tifa states with a sigh.
"Mmm, I know Denzel too. relax Teef..." Cloud reassures, "she's grown now, there's been no trouble for the past ten years, and Marlene needs to learn how to handle herself alone. She'll be alright, what are the odds of something going wrong?..."
Marlene then walked merrily through the city. She looked around at the rebuilding Midgar as thoughts of the past came, thinking, "wow, on my own, all alone? Gee, this feels great! No longer do I need someone over my shoulders!".
She walked and walked, and As she passed the round-about road of the monument, she couldn't help but think about when she saw the commotion of Bahamut SIN back at the bar, over eight years ago. She remembered seeing Kadaj's beast explode into bluish flames, and how much she worried over Cloud and the gang, not knowing if they had gone down with that beast or not, brought back the fears she had seeing that then.
Marlene finally made it to the market's area. She suddenly stopped and looked, remembering when that market was built, around three years ago. Businesses didn't thrive well when Shinra, Sephiroth, Jenova, Kadaj, Deepground and such, ran amok and havoc ten years ago. Finally when Omega was terminated, people were able to resume the normality of life, what all creatures long for. Marlene's wandering eyes found some fresh flowers sold out on the market's parking lot. They're so beautiful, she thought, do I dare look at them? Then her father's words came back to her. "Marlene, be safe, and be good...". Flowers pose no threat, she thought with a cute but sneaky-like grin, I can look at some flowers if I want; shouldn't be any problems there. She marched over, more like strutting over with a hand on her hip, to look at these flowers. She looks at different containers of fresh daisies, lilies, cosmoses, tulips and varieties of the dianthus, with her arms folded in front and her chin up some. It was quite apparent she was a teenager, trying to look like an adult.
"Can I help you miss?" says a suave, sexy voice, startling Marlene from behind.
She looks to see a dark haired lean muscular young man, vanilla in complexion, hazel blue eyes, wearing some very dirty clothes and aprin, with a store ID name tag. He was definitely a cute guy. The sixteen year old girl froze, not knowing what to say to the young man who approached her. Then Barrett's words came to mind, yet again. "... And stay away from them boys at the market...". But this guy she knew, she knew him very well. He was an orphan, like Denzel who had Geostigma and was kidnapped by Yazoo along with those other kids. Tifa cared for him some time, until he was adopted and moved away. Yes he's a boy at the market, but would it be a problem to speak to a guy she knew already?
"D-Daryl...?" she stumble a response, still freezing up with nerves. He smiles gently, tossing his rag to the side.
"Hey Marlene, long time no see huh?", he starts, as Marlene grins nervously, not knowing how to talk to him. "I would hug you, but, as you can see, I've been workin', so..."
Marlene didn't know what to say, so she continued grinning. I mean she was like "... ?..." for a long period.
"So uh, how've you been? 'Think the last I saw you was..."
Marlene's eye swiftly darted to her watch, only to see she's wasted nearly thirty minutes on what she thought would take only one.
"D-Da, Daryl, I uh, I'd... um, you see-" -just tell him the truth, girl!- shouts the voice at the back of her head. With that, Marlene drops her shoulders, and says after a sigh, "I don't mean to rudely depart, but Cloud sent me to invite someone over Tifa's bar and..."
"'ey it's no problem", Daryl cuts with a nice reply, "here, take one of these with ya", he then took a small day lily and places it behind her ear.
"Thanks Daryl!" Marlene exclaims excitedly, but then startled by a rub of her arm.
"Hey sweetness... lookin' hot!..." says the heated voice of the infamous Reno the Turk, now 30 in age, walking past her and into the market.
"You lay off her, old timer!" Daryl snorts, disapproving of Reno's fairly inappropriate gesture towards Marlene.
"Watch it bastard! I know that girl, too... Now is not a good day to dis' a Turk," Reno loudly rebuts.
"Turk my ass!", Daryl responds, followed by a punch to the red head's shoulder.
"Whoa chill it with the dissin' kid!" Reno starts, drawing his night stick.
"Wanna kick ass? C'mon!" Daryl shouts back, gesturing a fight.
Marlene was very pleased to see Daryl as the kind of guy who's gentle and would defend her of anyone, but was not prepared to watch a bloody duke off. With that, she swiftly turns back to the streets, evading the maturing street fight at the market. As she ran briskly down the streets, a sudden red blush of shame spreads on her face in thinking about what just happened at the market. Boy I really shouldn't have made that stop at the market, she thought, stopping at a crosswalk. Thanks to me, Daryl and Reno are dueling each other. I sure hope Daryl is okay. She started walking across the street as the light changed for her. If the fight is bad enough, word might get back to Pops, Cloud, or someone. Gee I'd be in serious trouble then, she says to herself, her face sinking some. That does it, I will not be deterred by anything else, was her final mental statement, followed by a stern, determined expression on her face.
Marlene continued her path, passing all sorts of places of her interest, the new perfume shop, the coffee cafe, and the arcade, all which were great temptations, but she stood her grounds and kept on going. If she made anymore stops, it would be late evening before reaching her destination. After a good long walk, she finally arrived at Kalm's area, not noticing a darkness swirling the skies. Whew, almost there, went her thought, as she gently brushed off light beads of sweat from her forehead beneath her bang.
Treading an alley quite close to the street Marlene traveled on, was a tall dark man in the shadows, quietly stepping along his path, but hitches as his super-sensitive ear catches the sound of Marlene's footsteps, almost as if he could recognize her by footsteps.
Suddenly where Marlene was though, a gang of guys pops out, tensing her stance in fear. These guys weren't like the boys who worked at the market. As nice and responsible they seemed, Barrett didn't even want them around his daughter when he wasn't present, much less gang member types. The poor teen was told what guys like them did to girls like her. She could only stand there, defenseless, helpless, and at the mercy of these hoodlums.
They approach her as she sharply turns to walk another direction, but was confronted by one them anyway.
"hey cutie..." one snarled, Marlene said nothing, turning to another direction.
"Whoa, whoa, where off to in such hurry?" says another guy, blocking her. "I thought we could have a little fun", the boys closed in on her.
Marlene stilled with fear, she wasn't quite sure what to do, but was not going to allow them to achieve anything with her. One of them approaches her in the circle of boys, wearing his jacket hoodie, baggy jeans, and what they called, "blingage" (hope that was spelled right). Marlene then looked at the taller boy's rising hand, rising up to her soft, gentle cheek. She decided here, if something bad happens, at least put up a good fight, though there were more of them than her and she knew she'd lose, or, at least she thought.
The boy strokes her cheek, sending a strange, chilled sensation she never felt. "Whoa what soft skin, bitch..."
Marlene hits his hand away before he could even start. "Back off!" she cried, her expression and stance becoming defensive.
The boy just chuckles, evilly, knowing this girl is way out numbered, yet is trying to defend herself. He forcefully pushes her into his gang's grasp, as she tried punching, kicking, anything, but all were failed attempts as they held her arms and legs. She gasps in fear at his approach. Then out of the blue, he slaps her, causing a terrified scream from Marlene. He takes the lily Daryl from behind her and stumps it down, causing Marlene to look pitifully at the gift Daryl and given her. She then looks up at gangster as he came and begun undoing her vest, ravishing her breasts with his hands.
"Don't dis me no mo', bitch" the gangster snarls rudely, forcing his touch all over her.
Marlene, still trying to fight, screams at her attacker, "you! Get off me! I-! You...! Don't dare to...! Y-You do something to me, and..."
"and what?" the boy interrupts, stroking her gentle cheek yet again, "this is what..." hisses a dark, heaving growl, so deep in sound, scaring everyone shitless.
Right then, a gunshot sounded off, a bullet ripping through the main gangster's jacket sleeve and cutting his skin. The boy grabs his arm with a wince of pain, while restraining a yell. He and his little gang members then turn to see the gunman. A tall, dark brooding man, draped in a red cloak and cape, breezes gently moving his cape and long raven hair. He had heard the commotion from the alley he was trailing from. The skies turned dreadfully dark as he stood there, his near radiant ruby eyes bearing strait into the eyes of Cerberus' target.
Those boys were afraid of the man before them, no doubt, but in the world of hoodlums, no one takes charge of your territory. So with a swift move, the leader speeds up to the tall man, whipping out a pocket knife. The dark stranger, however, effortlessly ducks the incoming attack and, with lightning speed, snaps his arm out, literally face punching the boy with the nose of his gun, off his feet and down to the ground. The other gang members try attacking all at once, each drawing a number of lethal items, used as weapons. The tall man, to their surprise, lunges after them, easily bypassing their weapons while precisely firing bullets, aimed to only put holes in their clothes, lightly braising and ripping their skin. Each one fell forward to the grounds, right before staring at this attacker with fear. This mysterious stranger did not intend to kill any of them, but was exacting his disapproval of their behavior, and showing them who was boss.
"I better never catch you attacking another girl again, or else...", the man spoke in his most dreadful, deep, murderous tone. "Get out!"
The boys took no time in hesitation to run. They ran as fast and best they could, as their fresh stinging scrapes caused them to kinda hopple along as they ran. Marlene looked up, quickly re-buttoning her vest back, as the caped man came to her aid.
"Marlene, are you harmed?" he asks, lending a hand.
Marlene smiles thankfully at him, getting to her feet and embracing the former Turk.
"Thanks to you I'm not..." she starts with teary eyes, still hugging him, "Thank you Vincent... thank you!... You, you saved my life...".
Vincent gently places his taloned hand around her head, causing her to look up at him.
"I only did my job" he responded, while carefully wiping a tear from Marlene's face with his claw. Just as she smiles at him, a scary white flash of light surrounds the two, thunder followed by rumbling grounds, causing Marlene to scream and cringe beneath Vincent. Vincent looks up to see a down pour coming for them from the sky. They were already drenched wet with rain, when Vincent says to Marlene,
"let's get inside!". The two ran in-vainly trying to avoid getting any wetter from rain water, before finally arriving at his apartment.
When they entered in the apartment, Vincent and Marlene were cold and wet.
"They said nothing about rain in the forecast, much less a thunderstorm!" Marlene complained in slight perturbed tone.
Vincent didn't respond to her, instead, he looked to see her clothes soaked and glued to her skin, due to rain water. She was also shivering from the coldness in the air. After all, it was October, when weather starts cooling. Vincent too was wet and he begun to shake from coldness.
"Let's get you dry and warm" Vincent says to her, getting some towels and a blanket.
They dried as best they could, and sat by his electric heater together, wrapped in a blanket. The storm grew more and more severe. Vincent and Marlene huddled together, Marlene on his right side, trying to get warm. They didn't say anything to each other, creating a rather odd silence in the air. Marlene loved when she was around Vincent, but sometimes it hard to decipher his mood and didn't want to offend him with idle speech. If she were to start a conversation, she didn't know what to say or what to talk about, so, decided to keep quiet, since Vincent kept quiet.
Vincent didn't bother saying anything either. He never held good conversations, only would say some "humphs" and make short remarks when spoken to. However, the only person he ever held good conversations with, was Marlene. Despite her age then, he found himself more comfortable with her when babysitting, than he did with anyone else. She didn't judge him, annoy him with uninteresting topics while ignoring his thoughts. She genuinely cared about the things that mattered to him. Whether his misadventures as a Turk, his love for Lucrecia, or the betrayal of Shinra, she truly cared about those things with him.
The thought of that put a slight grin on his face, as he leaned back was against the wall. Marlene detected Vincent's easy mood, so took the advantage of lying her head on his chest. She was so happy to be this close to Vincent. He too liked her lean, in fact, he wrapped his right arm around her, drawing her a bit closer for comfort. He felt something good in being this close to her, a new feeling he never felt before for the lady by his side. They almost fell asleep, taking in this nice moment together when, BAM!, the power went out. Vincent was mad enough to let Chaos loose! The blackout totally destroyed the mood. No power meant no heat, and Marlene tried thinking of other sources of heat.
"Do you have a fireplace, Vincent?" Marlene asks innocently, "even if I did, there's nothing to burn in it" Vincent replies in his cold manor, mad about the outage.
Then came another weird moment of silence. Marlene looks at Vincent, his expression clearly showing his discontent, and she hated whenever he entered that state of mind. So, she decided finally to break the silence, with a different subject matter.
"Hey Vincent..." she starts, slyly, "do you remember that joke you told Lucrecia when you first met her?"
Vincent rolled his eyes with a moan of embarrassment. She giggled loudly, happy to see what was coming.
"Well," goes a very embarrassed Vincent, in his stern voice, "I was sent to speak with Prof. Hojo, and I see this young scientist. Beautiful I thought, long brown hair, ebony eyes..."
"Did she look like me?" Marlene asks in slight curiosity. Vincent glances at the sixteen year old and, though she didn't really look like Lucrecia as her hair is darker and was styled different. But at the same time, she kinda did resemble her in face, now that she asked.
Vincent answers with a shrug, "kinda... actually, you do resemble her, a little. Your face is chubbier, though. Anyway, I saw her and my heart soared right then and there. I know I had something important to do but, decided to brave a light conversation with this lady",
Vincent could hear Marlene's giggling even more so as he continued. "I said...*flashback*
'Hey, uh... you uh... *sighs*... hi?'.
'Hi, I'm Lucrecia Crescent. This my first day today, I'm a newly recruited scientist, you?'
'I'm uh, V-Vick, Victor... no I-I mean Vincent, Vincent Valentine *nervous chuckle*'
This is were I got the idea to break the ice with that stupid joke.
'uh, I'm a guy they trained and employed to do a jerk's job, you know... dirty work, spying on people, assassinations, inside trading... under the table activities. But to call their employees "jerks" they knew wouldn't catch on, so decided to make jerk sound cool by changing the "J" to a "T", hence we're now called "Turks". *end flashback*
Marlene burst nearly into hysterical laughter. Vincent couldn't help the amused grin crossing his face.
"But, at least she did except my invitation, and it made that, situation, work out...",
"What did you invite her to?" Marlene questioned, knowing the answer, but wanted what accompanied this answer.
Vincent threw her a stern look, though his eyes were warming. He chuckled some, before getting to his, still wet feet, and headed towards the kitchen. Marlene smiled as, she knew what was coming as, he used to do this every time he told her that story, when she was little. Though the storm continued on, and the power was out, Marlene was having a wonderful time. This was bringing back memories she cherished, of when Vincent would care for her. Vincent was in the kitchen preparing something, the same special something he made for Lucrecia when he invited her to his condo, long ago. Luckily, he had a gas stove, so cooking in an outage was not a problem. He cracked a grin as he prepared this. Gee, so many memories coming back, he quietly thought, memories I suppress, since they no longer have meaning. He thought about the fact he didn't save Lucrecia, and that if she were alive now, they would relive these special moments they shared when they fell in love. He would share stories of his past with Marlene a little, as it did lift some of his guilt; sharing the memories that couldn't be rekindled. So he thought...
He was done cooking and plated his 're-creation', and headed back to Marlene. He came with a sandwich... that's right, a sandwich, one with a tale of its own. But in walking into the other room, he couldn't help what he saw in Marlene. Used to her childish nature, he now saw a different Marlene, one sitting erect, with her legs to the side, and hands resting poise on her knees. She's so beautiful, said the words in his mind. His eyes raked her frame, browsing her 'mature' features. Her breasts were full and matured, her hands so soft the delicate. And though very slim, she had some nice, really nice curvatures. As her dreamy eyes met his, Vincent felt something stir inside of him, something he hadn't felt, since being with Lucrecia.
But then reality knocks him up side the head. This is Marlene Wallace, little Marlene Wallace. He shouldn't feel like this towards the innocent girl... or, could he? He always loved Marlene, as he did all his other friends. But the love he was feeling for her here was, different. She's so young, was what came to his mind, young, that was then though, but here, more mature. I found her to be a mature girl then, but now... I mean, she is sixteen, *sigh* could I?... Should I? He wasn't sure. He hadn't an intimate moment with anyone since Lucrecia, which was over forty years ago. Though hadn't been truthful about his feelings, he did long for someone in his life, someone special, dear to his heart. That special someone he could call, "his". In looking at her smile, though bright and cheerful, he saw it was that of a young woman. A beautiful young woman. And all of a sudden, Vincent wanted to feel her, feel her close to him.
As Vincent's eyes caught sight of a bottle on the counter, he looks back at Marlene with a slight, but devious grin. He brought her the diagonally sliced sandwich and rested the plate in her hands, but then turned away back to the kitchen.
"Vincent," Marlene asks with question, playfully, "where're you off to? Aren't you going to eat?"
"Oh yeah..." Vincent replies with a sly, sexy voice. Marlene never heard that tone in his voice, and grew curious of what he was up to. He came back, with two glasses and a bottle of red wine. Marlene's eyes widened in surprise some, as Vincent sat beside her, offering her a glass. She takes one, hesitantly, as he opens the bottle. Her heart started fluttering as he started pouring the wine to fill less than half way in her glass.
"I would make you this sandwich every time I told you the story of how I made it for Lucrecia. But, what I never shared with you, was that it accompanied a glass of my favorite Cabernet Sauvignon" He starts, as he then poured a glass for himself. He chuckled as he continued, "I invited Lucrecia to what I had back then, a luxury condo. But the cabinets and frig were without a single decent morsel. So, having to feed her after promising I'd make something special, I located one scrap from another through out the kitchen, grounded it with some fish and making a paste like, whatever this is, and spreading it over toasted Italian Tuscan bread. But to make this special, I served this with wine".
"Vincent..." Marlene says, a little nerve and fear in her voice, "I'm not supposed to, drink... Pops said, I shouldn't... Not until I'm at least twenty-one".
"What? You don't trust me?", the ex-Turk asks as sly as a fox, eyes skating up and down the sexiness of her innocent frame. "It's okay, I'm giving it to you. It'll be our "dirty" little secret, okay?" he finishes suggestively, more like seductively.
Marlene stared at the glass in hand and wondered, hmm this is Vincent, he's responsible and, I am old enough to start engaging in some of the things adults enjoy. Heck, no one will know. A sneaky smile crosses her face as she glares at the gunman beside her, approving the glass of wine and begun sipping it.
Vincent smiled as he watched her sip the wine. She sipped like a pro, and that impressed him.
"Mmm...", the minor says, "this quite nice... a new flavor I'm not used to, but at least it's taste is sweet..."
"Humph..." replies Vincent, eyes growing with lust, "you, taste sweet..."
Marlene stared a slight blank look as Vincent smoothly, places a well heated kiss on her neck. A strange sensation traveled through out of the innocent minor, she felt erotic shockwaves heightening her senses. She grants Vincent a smile as she ate her half sandwich. They ate, and finished their glasses of wine, then, it was silent again. Another awkward moment passed the, gradually drying couple by. The storm was still in session, the power hadn't returned. Marlene looks around, not knowing what to say or do. Vincent, on the other hand, had other things in mind, wild things you may say. Vincent savored that kiss he planted on the teen's soft neck. How he starved for more, more than a kiss... yes... he wanted more of her. But how could he get that... is it right to get that from her? He had done way enough, but for the other side of him, it wasn't enough for him. A battle waged within him between his desire, and his rationality.
Oblivious to the thoughts of her elderly friend, Marlene gazed around, trying to find a new object of interest. Her eyes soon land sight on a radio sitting on a distant table.
"Hey, is that a radio?..." she asks, and without any answer, she gets to her feet, and walks a distance to the table, and began fumbling with the device. Vincent sat there, staring at the poor teen with a ravenous stare, battling the mixing of his emotions and better judgment. "Hey it works!" she starts, after clicking it on, "it's seems battery operated...".
The tune playing suddenly changed to one he recognized. A smooth jazz song from back in the day. Yeah, that's what it is, it was the song played when he and Lucrecia first danced together. Those were good times. What he would do, or settle for, to relive that moment. But as the tune carried on, it changed, though maintaining the original rhythm. Vincent then realized it was a remix. Hmm, a remix, he thought as he continued to stare at Marlene with wonderment.
"That was tune Lucrecia and I first danced too..." Vincent mentioned, as if throwing a hint, hoping for a positive response. "But that's the remix...".
"Really?" Marlene starts with curiosity. She suddenly found her eyes shifting upwards as Vincent stood up, and trailed over, in his most suave manor, towards her. It did spook her a bit, as she didn't know what Vincent was doing. He then rested his hand on her shoulder, carefully allowing it down her arm and grasping her hand into his. His blood red, lustful eyes grew wild in his stare at her rich eyes of brown. Trying not to move, Marlene's stance tenses in uncertainty, as he lowers his lips to her ear and whispers...
"What I would do, to relive my moments with her..."
Marlene relaxes surprisingly, she thought he only wanted to dance. As a girl with quite the spirit, the idea of dancing with, the Great Vincent Valentine, was like a dream too good to be true for her. So with a smile, and her tensity melting away, she throws her freed arm around his neck, while staring deep into red eyes. "Shall we?" she asks, accepting his invitation.
"We shall..." replies a dangerously heated Vincent. They begun a jazzy type waltz to the beat of the remix song on the radio. But as the music grew more intense, more erotic you could say, so did the dance of the waltzing couple. Vincent grew more and more comfortable with easing his hands down to Marlene's sides towards her hips. Marlene allowed him to, as she was getting lost in the moment, which was exactly what Vincent wanted. This was his trap. Her arms then slid around his shoulders, as his hands finally rested on her hips. Marlene then felt yet another strange sensation as Vincent pulled her hips close to his, much larger, stronger frame, followed by the feeling of his claw, traveling up her back. She was completely in his grasp, and out of a sudden, she felt her whole being tilt backwards, held in the arms of the man who leaned over her. The song came to an end, just as Vincent held the teenaged girl, back arched in his strong, but gentle hold. She smiles approvingly, running her fingers through his long, beautiful black hair. That made him break into a full, sincere smile.
"Wow Vince, this has been quite the night for me... almost like a date", giggles the young minor, truly oblivious of what Vincent had in store for her.
Vincent looks deeply into the girl's eyes, completely possessed by his desire in her. "Marlene," he starts, voice becoming desperate, "I want you..."
Marlene looks with slight confusion, until he lowers his lips onto hers. A deep, deep kiss is what that became. Marlene didn't even have time to think for herself, the kiss was like a spell, clouting her innocent, oblivious mind.
"Do you, want to be mine?... My, Marlene?... Vincent's Marlene?"
"... yes..." answers the diluted teen, her voice in a sexy whisper, a wild, dizzied grin becoming her face, "yes... I, I want to be yours, your Marlene... Vincent's Marlene...", her hands then gently cups Vincent's heart-throbbing features, bringing his face down for another, deep, erotic kiss. You're mine, the former Turk thought to himself, as the kiss continues to last. Without Marlene noticing, Vincent manages to continue the kiss, and gently scoop up her, lifting her bridal style, and slowly made his way to another room, his bedroom.
Before she knew it, Marlene found herself lying on her back, with Vincent hovering over her, on his bed. The kiss ended, and Vincent got back up, only to close and lock the door. Marlene sat up some, really concerned with why in the world Vincent would lock them up... in his bedroom. He came back, crawling back onto the bed, lightly pushing Marlene back to lie down, planting kisses up her tender neck. She had a bad feeling about this. She looks up again at the lustful corundum eyes, but this time with fear.
"Vincent..." she says fearfully, almost like, she believe he'd hurt her.
"Relax my love..." starts a very horny Vincent, removing his right hand glove, then his boots, then her shoes. He climbed up top of the fearful minor, planting another kiss on her lips, charming her back into euphoria mode. "I'm sharing with you, the love I shared with Lucrecia. The bonding love, bonding man and woman into unification..."
Marlene's now dazed eyes widened with excitement. She well heard of this type of love before, this deep love between man and woman, but was never exposed to it's richness, its full picture. But having the option to experience this with Vincent, Vincent Valentine? A smart girl would think twice, but Marlene's free, adventurous spirit made her think otherwise. Marlene smiles excitedly, shaking her head with approval, and planted her hands on Vincent's neck. He responds with a kiss on her innocent lips. He had her right where he wanted her.
"We must see each other's raw glory; this cloak, it's in the way..." Vincent purrs as he places a hand of Marlene's on the buckles of his cloak, "remove it... remove it for me..."
The girl obeyed, happily. Gently with the tenderness of her fingers, she undid his buckles, and then removed and tossed the cloak away.
"Very good, now it's my turn..." He says, gently but swiftly unbuttoning her denim vest, and tossing it aside as well. Marlene quickly got the idea, and so continued to undress the former Turk above her. He undressed her as well, his eyes grew ever so ravenous, all but drooling over sight of Marlene disrobed body. However, Marlene nerves came back when looking at the practically nude Vincent above her. Even more so in seeing all she had on now were her panties and bra. Vincent roughly tugged off her bra, tossing it away, then, shockingly, he started messaging her breasts with his hand and claw, followed by another heated kiss to Marlene's lips. The teen felt such a wonderful feeling as Vincent started ravishing her delicate frame with his hands. She didn't know it, but since the wine episode, her innocence was being tested. But now, its unraveling at the seams. Her virgin nature was being taken into custody by the elder ex-Turk. Vincent's hands then made it to her panties, and in one swoop, she felt her bare butt on the bed, and saw her panties in the hands of the man. They were tossed away, like all the other articles of clothing.
Marlene looked up at Vincent with shock, she found she was stark naked below him. She also saw, he too was completely nude. His body was awesome in her eyes. It surprised her to see that, though lean, his body was well built, and muscular, which was obscured by the leather jumper she's used to seeing him in. But then her eyes fell between his legs, noticing he had some how, managed to rid himself of his boxers, without her noticing. She couldn't help but stare the, pretty large erection between his legs. Afraid of what or where he may jab that, long, thick member into, Marlene looks up to Vincent, slightly fearful. His devious grin broadened in seeing her fear coming. Vincent parted her legs, getting full glorious view of the minor's untouched, virgin flower.
Vincent finally does, the un/expected. While planting a rough kiss to her lips, Vincent starts masturbating Marlene's outer labia with his human hand, inching his invading fingers into her perfect virginity. Marlene felt all of her pleasure senses unfold, as she moaned her first moans of sexual euphoria, arching her hips forward, trying to earn more of Vincent's touch. He continued, his finger then found its way past Marlene's outer lips, and started massaging her clitoris, poking, prodding, pinching, accompanied with his claw continuously massaging her breast. Vincent, keeping his hands in their stations, he moves his lips to, all but consume the nipple of her breast, sucking tenderly, earning a sea of pleasured moans from the under aged girl. Vincent knew he was close to his prize, but there was still work to be done. Vincent's handling of her clitoris grew forceful, what some may call abusive. His pinching particular grew harsh, and started pulling painfully at her clitoris, causing her innocent juices to spring forward. But to Marlene, it was entering heaven. She moaned and gasped Vincent's name over and over, unable to control nor did she want to, the magical sensations and feelings that were surfacing.
All of this pleasuring also aroused Vincent, greatly. The last time he touched a woman was over forty years ago. Forty years since he's felt the gentle affection and tenderness of a woman. Vincent was genuinely savoring Marlene's company, as she reminded him so much of Lucrecia; and as hard as it was to believe, Marlene was almost better, he felt. Lucrecia would've never allowed him to harshly handle her, the way he's doing Marlene. Though it could have been due to the fact that he's so much older than the teen, and Marlene feared offending her 'elder'. Handling the young girl's genitalia, well nourished the former Turk's sexual crave to the point now, he started feeling the trickle of pre-cum, seeping from himself.
Quickly, after spreading the girl's legs way wide, her virgin flower spreading open fully, Vincent grasped Marlene by the hips, dragging her hips to meet his equally, making it easy for him to lower his member down into Marlene, burring the head of his cock in her blossom. With that, Marlene soon felt the dew of the former Turk, oozing in between her inner labia lips. She then looked into those enchanting ruby orbs, semi frightful of the next, most anticipating step. Vincent soon took her right hand into his right, urging her to stroke, no, massage his length. Having never even seen, much less touch a man's glory, Marlene did so warily, a nervous feeling developed in wrapping her hand around Vincent of all people, in this fashion. As she continued, she could hear moans and groans of pleasure from her lover's parted lips. Seeing Vincent pleasured, made Marlene relax some, and she continued to masturbate his large gland with glee. His length took no time to mature into full hardness, as it steadily oozed pre-cum into the teen's blossom. With that, though, he felt he was close, dangerously close, and at such speed.
Marlene then found her hand removed, unexpectedly, followed by a striking, torturous rupture of her hymen. She gave a loud scream, eyes driven shut, fingers clawing deep into the mattress as her hymen was torn abrasively, and her once tiny vaginal opening was fiercely, painfully stretched wide around Vincent's invading member. He begun deflowering her, her innocence was being claimed. Vincent gave the under aged virgin a few furious thrusts in and out of her, sending shockwaves of scoring pain through out all her nerves, causing her to scream, and soon cry. Vincent then paused a moment, pulling himself out. Marlene took a breath, before her eyes opened to, unwillingly, look at the damage. A great deal of blood coated her groin and loins. Her eyes also shifted to see Vincent's member coated and dripping with her blood.
Alarmed, her disdainful, near tearing eyes met Vincent's, a signal to him she wanted to stop. He responded with placing a very gentle, endearing kiss on Marlene's shaken lips. His lips soothe her, nearly making her forget the pain. After breaking their kiss, he spoke in his most relaxing voice, his clawed finger gently stroking her cheek.
"Don't fight love my dear, you're just new, so it will be little painful. But trust me, you'll love the pain soon. It will all become sensational, pleasure, euphoria, making you beg for more, not wanting it to end..."
Though still very nervous, Marlene relaxed at his words and took a deep breath. She then saw Vincent was about to re-enter, though. With her hands around Vincent's back, she braced for another painful impact. Vincent thrusted into her pained vaginal opening harsh again, but, though it was serious pain, it felt good. Good enough to want to experience again. Vincent saw the pleasure sweeping Marlene's face, which encouraged him to start thrusting fiercely again. Marlene then through her head back, back arched, allowing Vincent to continue his pounding. She moaned Vincent's name over and over, finding herself asking for more, asking for him to go faster, harsher. Vincent was quite impressed to see Marlene enjoy his forceful sex. And he did grow forceful, deeply enjoying her as he moaned Marlene's name too, planting kisses up and down her neck, while violently pounding in and out of her tightness. Her clitoris and inner lips were really being abused, though, becoming inflamed and turning red from this force. To anyone else, this would be rape, but Marlene seemed to be a pretty tough girl. The torturous pain became total pleasure for her.
She then looked into the radiant, bloodlust irises staring back at her. They shared a loving kiss, just as Vincent thrusted his penis full force, deep into her tight cavity, and suddenly, BAM!... the climax of euphoria surrounded them. Marlene clutched her arms around Vincent's neck, kissing him deeper as his hot seed flooded and coated her insides, rushing in like river rapids. Vincent moaned his young lover's name, while his throbbing, ejaculating member was constricted by the contractions of Marlene's birth canal. They continued their kiss, their tongues lightly tasting the other's oral sanctity. The intercoursing of their lips was perfectly in-synced with the intercourse below. Finally after eh, an hour?, they collapsed in ecstasy, panting and regaining breath. Vincent still laid over his lover, as his arousal softened, lying suspended in the pool of semen in side her.
"Vincent..." starts Marlene, exhausted in pleasure, running her fingers through his soft, silky hair.
"Marlene..." answered Vincent in the same state of mind.
They were without words at the moment. The peaceful silence allowed them to non-verbally enjoy each other. As serene as this moment went, Vincent's mind recollected, judgment finally overriding his desire, realizing something, something terrible... this is MARLENE WALLACE! The same girl who asked him to use his phantom phone when he, she and Cloud were in the forests of the Forgotten City. The same LITTLE girl who got mad with Cloud, and ran under his cape, when Cloud ask for Vincent to take her home, while he visited Shinra. Thoughts of her father, Barrett, and his other friends, Cloud, Tifa, Red XIII... resurfaced. What has he done? He allowed desire in this minor overtake him, stealing her innocence and virginhood. Now Vincent has sinned before, but never this bad! *~*
He sits up a bit and looks at her with a troubled look on his face.
"Marlene, I, I-I just realized... I'm, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... I shouldn't have done this to you..."
"what do you mean?" Marlene asks innocently, a slight smile crossing her lips,
"You're a little girl, and, look at what I've done to you..." Vincent replied, his voice trailing off. With the shake of his head, he continued, a very disdainful look were his eyes. "you don't know how lonely I am... I didn't know, until tonight. Seeing you as old as you are, you reminded me of Lucrecia... and, I started treating you as if you were her. You made me smile. But, lost in my desires, I'm trying to make you something you're not. Love isn't for children..." Vincent dropped his in shame, not believeing he went so far.
Marlene smiled as her hands brought his face close to hers,
"But I'm not a child anymore. It's okay to make love now" she says bringing his head onto her shoulder. She hugs him and continues,
"I'm flattered to know you'd see Lucrecia in me...", she starts, lightly stroking her lover's hair again. "Tonight was an enchanting night for me. My first night having adult fun-time. Why, you're my first date!... I-It's like, Cinderella meeting Prince Charming, for me...", she chuckles, causing the former Turk to smile lightly at the sincerity of her words. Marlene could feel his mood brightening up, as she finished while stroking him, "... you don't know this but, from the day I first saw you, I was in love with you...".
Vincent brought his head back up to look at Marlene, a slight expression of shock crossing his face.
"I mean, sure I loved being with Cloud when he took care of me, Cid when I flew with him on his Shera, even Yuffie when she, well..., you know, but nothing was greater to me than being with you. Whenever you got to baby-sit me, forget it, I was all so tingly inside. I had a crush, and was scared to say so, but... I would always hear others saying you didn't understand love, that you were callus and cold, but I saw warmth in you. Even as Chaos, I saw love in you. Of course Tifa told me about you and Lucrecia, whenever I asked about your "so seriousness". I understood you, you're not as cold as they say. I felt your affection was damaged by events of your past. When others saw you, they only could see the emotionless ex-Turk gunman's exterior, but when I saw you, I saw an angel; an angel, who was forgotten".
Vincent just stared seriously, not able to react at all. Marlene's words struck an emotion he hadn't felt since years ago. So long ago, they were as if dead for forty-plus years, until tonight. This young girl revealed a side of himself, he wasn't quite familiar with. Never, did anyone find comfort in the monster that he, as well as others, grew to know himself as. But seeing past his sins, his shortcomings, even his demons, Marlene found worth in Vincent that even he didn't sense for himself. She made him feel... special... loved. He knew only a person of a mature psyche could penetrate him, the way she did. The thought of that slighty glassed his eyes. It was a strange site to him show any emotion. Marlene just smiled at his reaction. With her arms around his neck, she brought him down, hugging him dearly.
"I love you Vincent Valentine..."
"I, I love you too Marlene",
Enamored by ruby and ebony eyes, they engaged another kiss, only to find they've re-excited their hormones and, since Vincent didn't fully pull off of Marlene when round one of "making love" ended, a second round of erotic love began, as his seed poured into Marlene again for another hour or two.
Hehehe, kindy creepy huh? Who'd think to pair Vincent with Marlene?
Okay, so Chapter two I didn't enhance yet, but it's still good and intriguing. Chapter three is boss though. Read and Review please!
Rock on! Peace!
~ GNXmike