It's been forever since I've written anything, and I'm procrastinating because I have a huge paper due on Paradise Lost in like a week. But I decided to give some special attention to none other than… Vincent Valentine. You see, I love him, and the prospect of making him… happy. So I decided to recreate his life with a series of songfics. I need more writing practice, and I've never written a song fic. Should be fun! A confession: I've read thousands of fan fics about Vinny-boy before I ever played a game with him. And I'm playing FF7 atm, but I haven't gotten to Nibleheim yet SO if he's out of character, my apologies. But he's pretty emo, so if I channel dead puppies and sadness I should be good :P

Will eventually be Yuffentine.

When I'm Sixty-Four

The Beatles

"When I get older losing my hair,
Many years from now,
Will you still be sending me a valentine
Birthday greetings bottle of wine?"

Vincent Valentine was five years old when he realized that he would not always be five years old; he'd grow up to be just like his dad and get married to someone just like his mom. He'd have little Vincent Jr.'s running around, making messes and friends and growing up to be just like him. Young Vincent Valentine looked forward to growing up and being just like his dad.

Then he looked around his grandparents' house and realized that his grandfather had surely been young once. If people grew up, then they had to start small. So that meant… that meant his grandfather had been five years old before, and Vincent in turn would be sixty-four one day. He'd have bright white hair and glasses and he'd have a cane… suddenly, growing up didn't seem okay anymore. Not if he had to get old. What if his wife didn't like old men? What if she left him alone as he aged, and he had to stay in his house all day and wait for his grandkids to come by on Sundays for an hour, and then go back to being lonely when they left? No, five-year-old Vincent did not want to get older.

"You'll be older too,
And if you say the word,
I could stay with you."

He supposed little girls turned into women. And women turned into old women. So… maybe his wife wouldn't mind being with him when he was old, if she was old too. They would be old together, and that would be okay, he supposed. He could fix her house, while she knitted by the fire place. And he'd have a garden, just like his grandfather had. Then they could be farmers, like most of the old people in the Wutaiian countryside. And his children would bring their children, and they'd listen to stories about when their grandpa was a kid.

Then they'd go home, and he'd be left with his wife, who was also sixty-four. And they'd hold hands (but he wouldn't kiss her, because she'd be a girl and have cooties) and they'd hobble off to sit on the porch and yell at cats to "scram", because that's what old people do. Then it would get dark and they'd go to bed, and maybe talk about when they were younger. And since the idea seemed pretty good, Vincent decided once-and-for-all that growing up was okay.

"Send me a postcard, drop me a line,
Stating point of view.
Indicate precisely what you mean to say
Yours sincerely, Wasting Away.

Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine for evermore
Will you still need me, will you still feed me,
When I'm sixty-four?"

He supposed nothing was set in stone. First he'd have to find a girl to marry. And he couldn't do that until he grew up. Then, once he found her, he'd ask if she'd be okay with getting older. And, and if she said yes, well then Vincent Valentine would have found his soul mate. And even though he was only five years old, he knew that the concept would be extremely important to him one day, when he was sixty-four.

That was terrible xD I've never done this before! Reviews would be wonderful, I need some criticism. Also, I don't have to use all of the lyrics, just the ones that directly apply, yeah? Hopefully, the next one will be longer and sadder, because I know what it's about and it's sad. Very sad.