Okay, so this will be a series of independent drabbles/one shots revolving around the world of Yuffentine goodness :D Not sure how many chapters there will be at the moment… I have already written the first seven chapters and am working on the eighth. I also based everything on the Shuffle Challenge (or whatever it's called) but it's not specifically that as I found it hard to finish most of the chapters within the time limits of the songs! The idea for each chapter is based loosely (keyword, here) around a chosen lyric. Also not all of the chapters are this angsty!
Each one varies in length and genre, though some of the songs were kind of depressing so I tried to make them a little happier. I'll try to update everyday, but don't hold me to it! Got revision to do .
Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own FFVII or any of its characters, plot etc. Damn.
1. Pieces ~ Red
"I come to you in pieces,
So you can make me whole."
For every year he had lived, his heart had broken a little more. For every year he spent in that goddamn coffin, another shard of his heart would fall to the dark, empty depths of his chest... as he believed it, it was in a state beyond repair.
"They say there's no cure for a broken heart, Vincent."
He hears the melancholic words of the young ninja pass through his fuddled head, and looks up to see her, standing in front of him with her back towards him, as she recites those unfathomable words.
From their spot on the roof of 7th Heaven, time could have stood still. She tilts her head and glances at the stars, who are blissfully twinkling with ignorance of everything below them. The music from the 'Welcome Back' party downstairs is faint; the cheers and chatter of the residents and guests drifts out through the open windows. This does not go unheard by the gunslinger, as he tries to fixate his concentration on anything but what his companion has said. He isn't succeeding.
He wonders for a brief moment whether she truly believes he will have no other chance; yet, those words she spoke were the words that make his heart ache for the emotions he had once felt for Lucrecia.
You blew it, Valentine.
No-- the woman with the honey sweet voice (just dripping with hopeful sorrow) before him speaks up once again, as she turns to face him with a small, but defined grin on her face, illuminated by the moonlight.
"Well, they're wrong."
That feeling, that chance to love again, Vincent, it's standing right in front of you. Arms wide open.
It's a start. More coming soon!
Let me know what you think – review!
~ The Reminder