A/N:
Drabble. Yuffie/Vincent, a bit at least. Rating for strong language.
Repugnant
Make it go away…
Or I'll scream…
Because…
The monster inside,
Scares me.
It's dark.
At least you can tell that much in your current state. It's pretty tough though, thinking that someone like you could be bleeding delicious red all over his carpet, dripping and seeping its long red skinny fingers into his brand new carpet.
If he was here, he'd kill you for sure.
The carpet is now rusty shaded. Orange and green, and as you fall onto your knee's it's blurry and fuzzy and gawd, you just want to take his stupid fucking costume and prove that he's not the only one who wears red.
But he's not home.
At least, you can't tell.
The only thing you can tell so far is that's it's dark, and you're bleeding, and oh fuck, shit…oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, that damn gash in your side won't close itself.
And of course, you're thinking…Assassins totally suck balls…definite yucktastic balls.
You can hear him now, as you're falling, feel the whisper of his clothing caress against the part of your arm that can actually feel things.
"You Idiot Girl…"
He's saying to you, and you can tell, that he's just a little more than choked up.
Damn him.
Damn him and all of them to hell.
You can't even shout, so you mumbled darkly instead, letting the bitter sarcasm roll off your tongue as you grin. Your eyes are closed now, so you can't really tell if he can see that sardonic smile, your lips turned upwards impishly.
But, for the sake of all that's holy, you pretend that he can.
(You always wanted him to notice you. Just not in this way…)
"You have put yourself into an early grave…"
And, he's gripping you to his chest tightly; you can feel his heartbeat pounding against your skin. And blindingly, you are reaching out to grab it, grab that breath and that beat and press it into your own chest.
'So we can both live'
You think with a mental chuckle, because you don't even have enough energy to laugh anymore.
And that fucking gash… It's still there, but, you can't feel it.
Make it go away…
Make it go away…
Or I'll scream…
Because…
The monster inside,
Scares me.
And he repeats his stupid answer in blank monotone, for once you really are so pissed at him, so fucking pissed. The least he can do is show some emotion when you're dying, geez.
"You have put yourself into an early grave…"
And you cough out a wet laugh, or something like that, it's actually more of a croak…kind of like a wet sticky slapping sound.
It's so fuzzy.
Red and green and the red of his eyes, even though you really can't see them, though you have to admit, he had some pretty damn awesome eyes, that vampire. He's like on fucking repeat or something, like a stupid glitch, or some CD that just won't play right.
"For being so reckless, you are going to die…"
It's not exactly the same, but still, it's going away, so you mumble.
You don't give a shit if he hears you. It's not like he usually listens anyway. Besides, who cares if you can't see, it was so damn ugly anyway.
"Sucks, don't it?"
A/N
Depressing and dark. This is how I picture Yuffie and Vincent. It's rather...odd, but, they're such an off couple. She's sarcastic even on her death bed, and he remains infuritating as ever.
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