Walking.
If any one of his old comrades had asked him what he had been doing since the Omega Incident that would have been the only way to describe it. He had walked away after the Jenova War, he walked away after the Remnants and he finished off his current streak by walking away after Omega. It was what he was and still is good at, leaving, leaving without a trace after; a successful mission, target acquisition, a battle or whatever might come his way. He walked to keep those closest to him safe because those who stayed near him never stayed with the living, even before Shinra.
Vincent Valentine looked around for what felt like the first time in a long while. He sniffed the air, their habits still affected him, even though he had gone without transforming since the Omega Incident over 3 years ago. He saw what looked like Edge, but it had become even more of a bustling city in his time away. The idea of stopping over there hurt his ears, head and eyes but he had no other options with the wound on his side. He continued to walk towards Edge, and all that came with it causing more than a bit of irritation and pain to his senses. He pushed through until he found the Inn closest to the edge of town, and secured a small room with bathroom. He stepped into the room, checking corners and without turning on the lights made his way to the bathroom. After stepping in he turned on the hot water in the shower and began stripping down. Pulling off his blood soaked jacket and shirt, leaving him standing there in his boots and pants, he looked to the mirror and after adjusting it so he could see the deep gash that ran down on his side from chest to his hip bone. Peeling it back and cleaning it out with water Vincent made no noise other than an increase in his rate of breathing. While pulling his wound apart with his claw and cleaning it with his hand he pulled out a few pine needles and no small amount of debris. He stepped over to the tub turning the shower on and stepped into the warm spray, working the dirt off the wound and making sure it was clean, he grabbed his duffel off the counter to pull out a clean shirt. Working carefully as to not reopen the wound he cut the clean white undershirt into strips so that he could bind the wound. Setting each one up and drawing it tight he couldn't help but gasp slightly, the air hitting his lungs in the strangest way as he set the final strip of cloth in to place and passed out promptly on the floor.
Waking up sometime later Vincent felt as stiff as if he had never left that gods forsaken coffin, standing up slowly he checked his wound in the mirror. It had already started to stitch itself together, the flesh slowly looking less and less mangled. With no sign of infection he moved his duffel out of the bathroom and put it on the bed. Looking over at the clock he found that only 8 hours had passed since checking in and it was blessedly getting dark outside and a little bit more quiet than when he had first arrived. The odd car driving by with the occasional shout, what had once been a familiar and comfortable back drop to his old life had become almost unbearable with his augmentation. He sat down on the corner of the bed, trying to piece together the events that had led up to this moment in his head.
A/N:
I don't know exactly where I'm going with this, I have no beta reader and it's coming by the seat of my pants. However, here is the opening Chapter for He Walks. Chapters will be uploaded as they happen.