First off I would like to say that I have never played any of the final fantasy games but I have done a lot of research after watching Advent Children and I had completely fallen in love with Vincent Valentine. (The dude has a freaking triple barrel gun!). Anyways because of that and the lack of Vincent/OC pairing I decided to do this. Please let me know what you think and enjoy.
I sat there, on the edge of the bed my back propped against the wall. Huddled with my hands over my knees tucked neatly against my chest I told him. I told him everything. It felt like hours as I sat there in the dark room the only light provided by the moon and poured my heart and tears out. If anyone he deserved the truth. He didn't say anything, he just listened as I had done with him.
For that I was grateful but it didn't make it any easier to admit. However, it seemed once I started talking there was no way to stop not until everything was out. At certain points I would breakdown because the emotional baggage would be to much. To much to talk about and I just needed to cry. To shed tears I never shed before, that I was taught not to shed.
You were born and raised a solider, but you were taught to be a child
"Sebastian was like my Lucrecia. My first everything. My first enemy, my first brother, my first father, my first protector, my first friend, my first love. He was also my first failure. The one person if I could turn back time would never fail to protect." I gave a tired watery laugh.
Unfolding my arms I began to wipe away my tears. That is until cold metal lifted up my chin. "Misery loves company, so why should we deny it that pleasure." Vincent murmured. I gave a bitter laugh, "touché." Thank you, for everything. Streching out my legs I leaned forward and hugged Vincent. He hesitated but wrapped a gauntlet covered hand around my waist. I released him and wiped away the remaining tears. Once again Vincent lifted up my chin with his gauntlet covered hand. His blood red eyes unbelievably soft.
Closer we leaned in our foreheads touching. The top of his cloak that usually hid his mouth drawn down, our breaths mingling, lips slightly parted.I drew back slightly the pain of what happened with Sebastian gnawing through me. Vincent simply regarded me, an almost never-ending patience within him. It was my turn to hesitate, leaning in I pressed my lips onto his. For me those seconds felt like hours as Vincent returned my tentative kiss with an equally tentative one of his own. I touched his pale cheek whilst his clawed hand laid simply on the bed, our fingertips intertwined.
The kiss was soft, sweet and understandably naïve but it was true and unguarded or at least as true and unguarded I was willing to allow myself to be. A darkness was coming and I intended to keep them and Vincent safe. I was not about to let the others or Vincent be another Sebastian. I could— no I will not fail him.