Hi everyone!
So, this was supposed to be a full length songfic, but I had a lot of trouble writing Vincent and Yuffie. I love this pairing, but for some reason I can't relate to them as well as I do to Zack and Aerith. I did manage to finish the first section, and I am pretty happy with it, so I decided to just post it and leave it at that. It took me so long to write this little bit, I doubt I will be able to finish a longer Yuffentine story, which kind of ruins my plans, but oh well.
Anyways, please review and let me know how I did with this story!
The song is Heartbreak Warfare by John Mayer.
Lightning strike
Inside my chest to keep me up at night
Dream of ways
To make you understand my pain
Lightning crashed outside of the Shinra Manor, and for a brief moment the room was illuminated with a blinding white light. Vincent sat up with a gasp, reaching for Cerberus as he searched the room for any possible threats. After the incident with Deepground and Omega, he'd moved back to the Manor with the intention of fixing it up and staying there indefinitely.
When he had informed the others of his decision they had responded with varying degrees of acceptance. Cloud had simply nodded while Tifa asked if he was sure that he didn't want to stay with them at 7th Heaven. Reeve had wished him well and asked if he might still help the WRO on occasion, to which he replied that he wasn't sure. Barret and Cid had each let out a string of curses before telling him to take care of himself. Shelke had simply said goodbye in her mechanical voice. And Yuffie hadn't said anything at all.
He had intended to leave immediately, but instead spent the rest of the day trying to corner the young ninja to ask her what was wrong. She always had something to say, and her silence bothered him more than he liked to admit. He finally caught her after the others went to bed, sneaking in through a second story window.
"Yuffie," he murmured as he came toward her. "Where have you been?"
She stared up at him for a moment, so many emotions flashing through her eyes before she turned away. "What do you care? Go back to your coffin in that stinky old mansion, Vincent. It's what you were planning anyway, no matter what you told the others." She turned and glared at him. "Go 'atone for your sins.'" Then she slammed the door to her room in his face.
He stood outside of her room for some time before turning away and leaving.
Now he sat watching the rain pound against the window and he wondered what she was doing right now. The thundering gray clouds matched the shade of her eyes when she had yelled at him, and he sighed.
If only there was some way to make her understand. This place represent everything that he hated about himself. The gloomy, depressing attitude, the twisted and broken form, right down to the monsters that hid in its darker regions. There was the slightest hope in the back of his mind that, while he fixed the Manor, he would find a way to fix himself.