Forbidden Love

Piercing Eyes

Chapter 1

Monday 11th:

"Me and my parents owned a little shop full of weird gimmicks. Though Dad often told me I should take over the shop once I was out of school, I never really fancied standing behind a threshold for hours and convincing people to buy some random trash they wouldn't need at all. Besides, all those people coming here to buy stuff were somewhat scary. I was sure some where drug addicted just the way they walked and nervously played with their hair or fingers. Or they were just afraid to be caught in a shop like this. It wouldn't surprise me if they actually felt embarassed to visit a shop looking as dirty as ours. Though, as much as I disliked this place, it's were I grew up and what earned us a living. Whenever my dad showed us how much he earned today I would tell him I love what he is doing and that I find it great that he does his job with such passion. Yes I admired the way he talked to customers. What I disliked a lot about my dad though was his lack of faith in today's youth. To him, every boy older than 14 was bad to be around. He often preached me that I'd better stay away from them at all until I was an adult, then they would have calmed down. Either I was such a good daughter to him so far, or he was just too blind to believe that girls weren't any better than boys.

I would personally go for the first, after all I knew how hard my parents worked to earn a good living for us and I appreciated that. And just for my dad's sake I would sometimes help out in the shop.

As much as thos epeople visiting us, with their tatoos, black hair and weird necklaces scared me, I found them a little fascinating. Just like the man that bought this really odd looking globe yesterday. He said he would come today to pick it up. I often wonder what people want with this stuff, but I assumed they were collectors mostly. Anyways back to this man. He wore a red bandana and had long black hair. I figured I fancied boys with long hair a little. But then again, I fancied this really odd guy in my school once too, remember the one that thought Aliens would kidnap us. But yeah, he had something likable. So this man, I really forgot his name, said he would come here again in like 20 minutes if the clock was right.

I decided to write a diary because I haven't really gotten a lot of friends to share my feelings and experiences with, seeing that we moved here just half a year ago and I would like to hand it to my kids once. If I ever have any. So far I'm still determined that they are annoying and a pain to give birth to. I might just have heard my mother telling me the story about how she gave birth to me too often. She's got a habit of telling me whenever she's proud of me.

I hear the doorbell ringing, let's see wheter it might be the mysterious man."

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Yuffie shut her diary and hid it under the threshold. "Hello Sir, what can I do for you?"

The man that had entered wasn't whom she had expected to come unfortunately. A ragged man whose dark red hair covered part of his face nervously shifted through the room. His eyes nervlously wandered from left to right as though he wanted to make sure nobody else was in the room. Backing away a little as I smelled his breath I asked once again. "What can I do for you? Are you looking for something in particular?"

His eyes fixed her as he licked his lips. "Yes. yes you can." His voice was a little smoky and he spoke hastily. "There was a little box in the shop window." A shaking hand pointed towards the shop window. She tilted her head to look behind the man. "Oh that one. I'll go get it for you."

Rushing past the ragged man she fetched the box, dusted it off a little. "I wonder what one would find pretty about it." she murmured as she carried it to the threshold. It was nothing but plainbrown with a few gravures. There was an ordinary lid on top, attached to the rest with two hinges.

"Just give it to me." he reached out for the little box with his left hand. "Yes yes, just hold on. I'll wrap it up for you."

"No!" he exclaimed but calmed himself immediately. "You do not need to, I'll take it as it is." Raising an eyebrow at the man, she handed him the box and showed him the tag attached to the box. His eyes widenend but at the girl's arguing that he should either buy or not he agreed and reached into his pocket. Drawing out some money he placed it onto the threshold and rushed out of the room. "The rest is for you." he said and the door fell shut.

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Still Monday 11th:

"So there was this weird man in the shop just now. He was somewhat nervous and pressed this box against his chest as though it was a treasure. And this man still hasn't come to pick his globe up. Another 30 minutes before I need to close the shop. And what if I just close it earlier? I am tired and this man wont just rush in within the next minutes, right? Oh see, now he does come."

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"Good evening Sir." Yuffie greeted him warmly. There was something about his presence she found enchanting. "Good evening, young lady." he cracked a smile. "You came o pick up your globe right?"

"Yes indeed. Where is it?" he asked. There was something gentle in his voice. Not as she had expected it judging from his appearance. Yuffie pointed to a round something hidden under a tablecloth. "There it is, Sir."

She watched him strode over to the globe. He barely made any noise while walking. Yuffie's eyes fell onto the claw like think he wore on one if his arms. She didn't even notice him facing her, she just kept staring at his arm. Just as he hid it behind his dark red coat she snapped out of it and raised her head. "S-Sorry." she stammered.

"It's ok. People seem to be enthralled by it." he smirked a little. A shudder ran down her spine as she looked into his eyes directly. They were cold and small, yet so piercing. Like an eagle's. The room was dimly lit which made him look even scaried. She turned her gaze away and roamed through her papers searching for the document that proved that he reserved this good. Pulling a crumbled paper out of a pile of pink papers she tried to straighten it a little, hiding the fact it wasn't taken care of properly. "I'm sorry." she felt her cheeks getting hot.

"No worries." he retorted in a gentle tone and smiled a little again. He was the first of these men walking in and out here every day that actually smiled or showed any kind of happiness.

Yuffie handed him the paper, her hands shaking a little.

"I might come here a couple of times again, there are still things in here that caught my attention." he said placidly, looking around in the room. The girl behind the threshold swallowed and tried to arrange the mess she had caused nervously.

"Will you be here more often? I find it nice to have a young lady doing some work." A smirk crossed his lips again as the door fell shut.

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Monday 11th Night:

"This man was like sucking the air out of me. I felt like he was taking my breath away. There was something so stunning about him. After he had left I sank to the floor right away, trying to catch my breath. Usually I despised the people running around here, they were scary and most likely belonged to some weird groups doing experiments. Or so I believe. Well it's close to 10 pm, I got school tomorrow and I'd better get some sleep. Though his eyes wouldn't leave my mind."

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I do hope you like it. ;) This is my first attempt at a Vincent x Yuffie story:D Please review and let me know what you think. Thanks.