Not sure where this came from. I've been in a weird mood, and this fits it. Just a oneshot from Vincent's POV.
I get lost so easily. The wind howls, roving the landscape like a hound on a scent. My mind goes with them, trailing after something invisible and unattainable. There are moments when it is close, a finger brushing against it, a shifting of shadow where there should be nothing. Sunlight streaming into a forest glade, illuminating a familiar shape.
Yet always it slides out of reach, never standing where my eyes think they see it. The shape in the sunlight no longer exists. Perhaps the sun remembers, and creates her from memories, and the wind longs to run through her hair but finds nothing. It scours the world, searching, searching...and finds nothing.
I wonder if whispering the truth would do anything. If the wind and sun knew where she was, would they give up their search for her? Or would they continue on, not hearing? Not believing? The sun can no longer touch her, nor the wind. No one can touch her, not even me.
Walking through life seems meaningless when my mind rides the winds. Those around me call me 'friend', yet I look at them and see almost nothing. They smile and laugh, sending me looks and companionship. The winds blow them away before reaching me, filling my ears and nose and mouth with their hunt. I follow, secretly hoping that they will find her beside a mountain pond, the sun streaming around her.
"Hey! We need your mind HERE, not chasing after the wind!" I blink at a young woman walking backward beside me, heedless of the rocks on the path waiting to trip her. She is the one thing that the wind can do nothing about. Her words rip through it, and her gestures tear it to pieces. There is nothing innocent about her, nothing graceful or naive. She lives for the moment, never getting caught in the past or by the whispers the wind sends. No effort is spent attempting to spread light into his heart, or to make him smile. "Didn't you hear me? I hate it when you look at me but DON'T look at me! And it's our tur-WAAAH!"
"You should not walk backward on a mountain trail."
"Yeah, yeah. Thanks for catching me. We're on rear guard now." She was looking at me with large, curious eyes. "Um, you can put me down now, Vinnie."
"Do not call me that, please."
"Okay then. I, the Great Ninja Yuffie, hereby proclaim you Sir Lilleroy of the Foofie Killumpushitia. Sir Foofie, for short." She smiles and runs to the back of the group, racing the wind down the path. The light she emits acts as a beacon, drawing me back and showing me life again. I am no longer lost in the wind and the sunlight when she is near.
"Do not call me that, either."
"What was that, Sir Foofie?"
