Missing.
hello people that read my fanfictions! firstly i will tell you that i will eventually finish my other fanfic just not now. this will be a multi-chapter fic maybe around 5 or 6. i'm not entirely sure as of yet. i have 3 other chapters ready to type up so you have those to look forward to. however due to the fact that my computer is being a bugger i may not be able to update for a while because i will have to type the chapters up all at once i think(they are quite lengthy). there may be some coarse language in here but i'm not really sure. all horrible language coming out of Cid's mouth will be random symbols for authenticity(he he...) this is not a songfic of evanescence's song missing i just couldn't think of a good title. this is AU so if you don't like that...then too bad. i have blatently disregarded the character's ages and chucked em all into high school and they may be out of character simply because they will be teens(in other words evil and nasty). anyway, on with it!
Vincent's POV.
Vincent shifted the bulk of the weight of his backpack to his other shoulder. He'd had some much homework lately that school had begun to lose its appeal. Regardless of whether he enjoyed to going or not he had to. Not only was it the law, his parents would kill him if he skipped school. Still, school usually just brought back memories and painful ones at that. His girlfriend Lucrecia had gone missing and there was little hope that she was still alive. Well, at least in other people's minds.
It had been over a year since he'd said goodnight to her after seeing a movie on the day of their eight month anniversary . The next morning she was gone, vanished without a trace. Vincent had been a suspect after the initial realization that Lucrecia hadn't just run away. The police were still keeping their eye on him saying that he could have killed her after they got in a fight and she'd broken up with him. None of that was true though. He didn't have the guts to kill anyone or anything, Vincent loved Lucrecia he couldn't hurt her even if he tried.
Just thinking of her now, a year later, made him almost unbearably sad. Lucrecia... Vincent struggled to get his wallet out of his pocket. He opened it and pulled out a picture.
The young woman with dark hair smiled at him, the person behind the camera. It used to be just them but now it was them and the rest of the world. Everybody had wanted to know everything about them after she had disapeared. Had they ever fought or not talked to each other for a few days? But he hadn't told them anything. It wasn't any of their buisiness what they did or whether or not they got in arguments.
"Where have you gone Lucrecia? Will you ever come back?"
He asked the picture the same question everyday but never got an answer. It was foolish to believe a photograph could reply but he still asked.
He carefully placed the picture back in his wallet and continued walking to school.
Vincent's neighbourhood was fairly quiet except for the stoner kids at the corner who thought they were gangsters and gave people trouble on occasion. Most of the houses looked similar, three storeys or less with basements and attics. Vincent's own house was three storeys not including the basement. He slept in the attic which was fairly big, there was enough room for him anyway.
The school Vincent went to was fairly large and actually new. The sitting area inside the school took up a fair chunk of the first floor, as did the gym. Both were areas that Vincent avoided almost entirely now. People were in the forum and those people talked and stared.
He entered the building from the west entrance that led across the football feild and straight down the stairs from there was Vincent's locker.
"Hey! Vince, wait up, don't walk so $#&ing fast!" A voice came from behind him. Vincent didn't have to look, he knew exactly who was calling him. Cid. The twelfth grader was the only person who called him Vince on a regular basis.
Vincent slowed down slightly but continued walking. If Cid really wanted to talk to him that badly he'd try and catch up. Obviously he had because when Vincent got to his locker Cid had finally reached him.
The tough looking twelfth grader always had a cigarette in his mouth, even in the school halls when he could get away with it. Now, of course, was no exception. His blonde hair was always untidy but it paled in comparison to their other friend Cloud's long but spikey hair.
"Why do you walk so $#&ing fast?" Cid exclaimed, clearly out of breath.
"I don't find my pace to be any faster than that of any other person. Maybe if you didn't smoke so much your heart wouldn't be under so much stress."
"Ah shut up. You're startin' to sound like Shera for christ sakes," Cid muttered to himself.
Vincent didn't say anything to that. Cid always made a sort of sport out of trying to get him angry and speak more often.
" Ah, whatever. Just meet me in the Goddamn forum in...10 minutes," Cid said and walked away.
Cid never asked, he told you what you were going to do even if he knew that you wouldn't do what he said. Mainly Vincent. He wouldn't go into the forum and Cid knew that all to well. It would be at least the 4th time Vincent had been told to meet Cid in the forum and the fourth time he wouldn't go.
Vincent gathered the books that he needed for the first part of the school day and headed to his first class. History was okay as far as classes went, not boring but not that interesting either. The teacher was nice enough though, almost too nice. It was really the students that bothered him. Even though the police had cleared his name long ago they still sometimes whispered about him as if they had some insane notion that if they kept their voices low that he wouldn't hear them which was completely untrue. He could hear every word they said but of course he didn't say anything to let that on.
As he walked into the classroom the few that got there early gave him a long wary stare except Aeris. How she got to the class so quickly with Cloud following her everywhere Vincent had no clue. Instead of staring like the rest she smiled and called him to sit beside her.
"Vincent, come sit beside me today?"
He nodded and disregarded the looks that his classmates gave him as he over to a desk to the left of Aeris'.
Aeris was one of the nicest people he had ever met. She never judged people or did any of the stupid petty things other girls did like gossip. With her long braid of brown hair and green hair Aeris was quite popular with the boys. She listened to their pleas to go out with them but then told them she had a boyfriend already. Alot of the people that had asked her actually became her friend afterwards and she told them not to beg if they wanted a girl to go out with them. She was just like that, a people person.
"So did you get the homework finished?" She asked after he sat down.
Vincent nodded and unzipped his history binder. There had only been a few questions to do so he had gotten them done last night.
"Oh, Cid told me to tell you, you're in big trouble for not meeting him," Aeris said, imitating Cid's slightly raspy voice.
Vincent didn't say or do anything. He didn't care if Cid said he was in trouble, it was all an ongoing joke anyway. He didn't care if he got kicked out of school or if people talked about him. None of that mattered, those were such small things not worth his concern.
"Are you alright Vincent? You seem sort of sad today."
He snapped out of his thoughts and looked at her. "... No more than any other day."
"Oh, I see. Well me and Cloud are going to see a movie on Saturday, do you want to come along?" Aeris asked kindly.
Go with you and ruin your date? You may not care but Cloud probably would. Why would I do that anyway? Instead of saying something like that he just shook his head. "No, that's alright."
She shrugged "Okay then."
Aeris was one of the few who didn't get offended when he refused an invitation. She understood, didn't she? It didn't matter if she did or not, she at least acted as though she did. That was the complete opposite of Cid, he tried to force him to go out almost weekly. Tifa did too but she didn't get angry like Cid did, she just pleaded with him until she finally gave up. Either way he still said no. He didn't want to go out, he didn't want to see other people happy, together.
The class started and the teacher put on an overhead for them to copy. Somethign about some battle on some field. Vincent actually paid attention, only because he was sitting next to someone.
His next class was English. In that course he could sit there and write whatever he wanted as long as it looked similar to the work he was supposed to be doing. It also happened to be the class that none of his friends were in so therefore he could sit there writing his poetry in peace. He never let anyone but Lucrecia read it because she seemed to be the only one that appreciated it for what it was.
"What are you writing Vincent?" his teacher asked. He hadn't even heard her come up beside him.
"Words."
"Do any of these words of yours happen to be related in any way to Julius Caesar?" she asked, giving him a look that said ' do your assigned work!'
"It depends on how you look at them I suppose."
He had nothing in particular against the teacher, he had nothing against anyone, he just didn't feel like dealing with people.
"Yes,well, just do your work," she said, and that was it. That was how it was for many of his teachers whether they did the same thing for everyone he didn't know but usually after his replies they lost their nerve and left him alone for the rest of the class.
So instead of doing his work Vincent returned to writing the poem he had been working on. That's what he did until fourth period which was his lunch period.
As usual he ran into Tifa in the hall and the Barret soon afterwards.
"Yo, Tifa! You done the math homework?"
The short girl sighed but nodded. "Let me guess Barret, your little sister ripped it up."
"How'd you know?"
That was Barret's excuse everytime he didn't do his homework even though everyone knew his younger sister Marlene didn't rip things up. Naturally Barret still claimed that she did.
Barret was a heavyset 11th grader with dark skin and hair. He, like Cid, got easily angered and defensive, not to mention a large "vocabulary" but he was a good guy.
"Barret, can I meet you in the cafe? I've got to go do something!" Tifa said and ran off before Barret could answer or even protest.
"...Women," Barret grumbled to himself.
Vincent didn't say anything. He knew people didn't exactly jump at the chance to have to strike up a conversation when they were around him, he'd heard that from his classmates of course. Well I'm glad people don't like to talk to me, I don't need to speak to them or even have them around. Except...Lucrecia... he thought flatly.
Once in the cafe Vincent and Barret found a seat at one of them the tables. Barret went to go get some lunch from the food counters.
He felt a tap on his shoulder and looked up to see Tifa.
"Hi Vincent, you don't have a lunch again?"
"I didn't pack one," he answered. He was never hungry anymore. The only reason he ate dinner and breakfast was because his parents were watching him, especially his mother.
Tifa knew that when he said he didn't pack a lunch it meant that he wasn't hungry and he didn't want to eat.
She sat down across from him with her usual lunch, a bagel with a bottled water. Barret returned too with a grilled cheese, cookies and a pop. Tifa and Barret were talking amiably while they waited for Cloud.
"Hey, there's that pokey headed bugger now. Cloud, get your spikey ass over here!"
Barret always called Cloud pokey headed because of his hair that never seemed to get flattened down, Aeris had tried many times without success.
Soon their table was loud. Too loud for Vincent's taste. Regardless of that fact he didn't leave. He wasn't in the cafe with a group of noisy teenagers, at least not in his mind.
"Vincent, next week is our eight month anniversary. Do you want to go see a movie? How about that new horror one?" Lucrecia said with a faint smile.
"8 months...yes, I suppose we should do something. A movie sounds fine. Horror movie hm? You are addicted to them aren't you?"
She laughed and took his hand. "That's not all I'm addicted to."
He could still hear her laugh, feel her hand on his, see her face but she wasn't here. Lucrecia...
Vincent sat in the same place for the whole lunch period. His left arm hung at his side. He didn't really use it alot because it was just a claw like apparatus. Vincent had been sickly as a child and when he had gotten a praticularly bad illness his left arm had had to be amputated. The only way to keep the rest of his arm was to wear the prosthesis.
The day was over. Vincent was at his locker, the same place his school day began it ended. Cid always seemed to find him there no matter how hard Vincent tried to avoid him. Naturally, as always, Cid was waiting there for him.
"Hey Vince. Did Aeris tell you? You're in trouble! Why didn't you $#&ing meet me? $#&!"
Vincent shrugged but otherwise gave no indication that he'd heard.
"$#& Vince! Just $#&ing go in the forum!"
He didn't say anything to Cid but waited patiently as the twelfth grader ranted on and on. Vincent gathered his books that he needed to use for homework as Cid gave him a lecture. When Cid finished Vincent left as quickly as humanly possible. Of course that would probably lead to another lecture tomorrow but that was then and this was now.
He walked home slowly. What did it matter how quickly or slowly he got home? His parents would just bother him about school and everything else for that matter. But even though his parents constantly bothered him, home still reminded him of Lucrecia. He remembered the first time he'd met her parents and she'd met his.
Vincent's room contrasted sharply to the rest of the house. Everywhere but his room was painted white or some pastel colour. Vincent's bedroom was black, black and red. There was only one dim light so it was always dark. Plus there was dark wood blinds so his room always remained as dark as possible. That was where he stayed until dinner and then after that he didn't leave until morning when the cycle started again. There was no point going downstairs and pretending to be happy even though he wasn't, even though that's what his parent's expected of him. No point at all, pointless, that was how everything seemed these days. Existance itself, is that pointless too? he wondered, no, if he was dead he would never see Lucrecia again.
Vincent lay there on his bed in the darkness not doing anything. It didn't matter, no one called him(not that he would talk if they did), he didn't care for television or video games so really there was nothing to do in every sense of the word. It was always dark around him, even when there were lights on.
Soon his mother called him for dinner and he went even though he didn't want to. Vincent didn't pretend he was hungry or that he was happy, he wasn't.
They were sitting at the dinner table without saying a word. Maybe it was some sort of miracle, his mother hadn't asked him about school yet. He obviously thought too soon because she asked him.
"So Vincent, how was your day at school?" his mother asked awkwardly.
He didn't answer. She knew the answer to that question, horrible.
"Did you meet anyone new today?" she asked. Why won't she just give up?
"No. I hope I never do."
"Why do you say that? I'm sure there are some nice people in your classes," his mother said. She was on a roll tonight, one question after another. He had to make a decision, either ignore her or make her feel guilty enough that she'd leave him alone.
"I say it because it's how I feel. There are nice people in my classes I'm sure but I already know them. I'm supposed to talk about my feelings so I don't have breakdown right?" Vincent replied coldly.
"Don't talk to your mother like that," his father said. It was only a warning though, his father didn't do anything.
He just got up then and left the table with his half empty plate. He put it in the fridge before his mother could tell him to. She hated waste and though he probably wouldn't eat the food anyway she still told Vincent not to throw it out.
He returned to is room and continued laying there in the dark. He had homework to do but who really cared? It was only math anyway. His class was full of people that didn't do their homework and talked all class. What would him not doing his work change?
So he went to sleep. He didn't care. He just wanted to sleep. Maybe when he woke up everything would be alright, back to normal.
PHEW! finally! this took me forever to type up! my neck is killing me truthfully, he he, i typed it pretty much all in one go. anyway, tell me how you liked it. oh, by the way bold italics represents memories and regular italics is just thoughts. Constructive critism only please. right, and I know Vincent's quite the little bugger in this but who can blame him? not I. :P anyway, that's all, it may take me a bit to update because i have other fics to work on and plus the chapters are pretty long. I'll never try and type one out all at once again! oh and yes, the chapters will be beggining with Vincent waking up and him going to sleep EVERY chapter because it's like a day in the life of him sort of thing. that's all, see you next chapter! R&R please!