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Almost every night for almost three years now there was a young girl-whose hair color and eye never stayed the same for more than three weeks-who walked outside Vincent Valentine's house. This man stood at the perfect height of six feet and had a golden gauntlet on his right hand. He wore black pants and a black shirt that button all up the side. On his feet were golden, pointed shoes similar to the gauntlet on his hand. The man had ebony hair that looked even darker next to his red, tattered cape, which matched his crimson eyes and red bandana around his forehead.
He watched this girl walk, always wondering what she was doing, but never bothered to ask. This night was different for the fact she didn't just walk around, go into town, and then return in fifteen minutes exactly. Instead, on this night, she knocked on his door.
Vincent, being a man who couldn't ignore someone knocking, opened it to find this woman at his doorstep, "Good evening." He said looking down at her curiously.
This being the first time they had ever been up close, he noticed that her dyed pink hair looked soft and fluffy like cotton candy and it matched her pink contacts. She was five feet and five inches tall and wore pants that feel over her feet, yet even then she had to wear a belt to hold them up. Her shirt fit her much better and made her look curvier than she actually was. Instead of simply saying what she wanted to say, she made a high pitch noise that sounded much like a dolphin.
"...Why, pray tell, are you making dolphin sounds?" The man asked after listening to her for some time.
She stopped and looked at him as if he just asked a stupid question. "Well," She started, having a calm and normal sound voice like any other girl at what looked like eighteen would sound like, "I wasn't sure if you were an alien or dolphin and everyone knows that aliens speak dolphin. It's just a fact."
Vincent nodded slowly wondering if this woman was stable. "Well, alright." He arched a curious eyebrow at her while keeping his red eyes serious.
She blinked twice, having a naive smile plastered on her face, but didn't seem like she knew exactly why she was there and if she did, she wasn't saying.
"Do you need something, ma'am?" Vincent asked, politely.
"Can I borrow one piece of Gil? I promise I'll pay you back," She said, not realizing it was rude to ask someone for Gil if they've never talked until just now.
"Just one?" He asked, making sure she said that amount. It wasn't much at all.
"Well, the juice at the convenience store that way," She said and pointed to her left, which caused for the rainbow color of jewelry on her wrist to jingle, "Is three Gil and I need one more piece of Gil to get it. I drink juice every night."
"Alright." He said, getting out his wallet, "Here is one Gil; don't worry about paying me back, since the sum isn't substantial."
She took out her own wallet that was black with paint splattered all over it and then pulled out two Gil, giving it to him. "Here: One to pay you back and another for brushing your hair today."
He looked at the two Gil, "Pardon?" He was thoroughly confused.
She blinked twice again and had that naive smile again. "That's two pieces of Gil, innit?"
"Yes, I know that..." Vincent said, then decided it was best not to question her, "Well, you better go retrieve your juice now..."
"I don't like juice," She stated.
"But you said you drink it every night." He stated, confused again.
"That isn't possible," She said, "The convenience store is closed on Sunday nights, which is tonight. I don't like juice on Sunday."
"Well...that is...that is nice to know." Vincent said, "If that is all you need from me then I will be going now…"
"Where are you going?" She asked.
"Inside my house..." He stated.
"I have a phone," the pink haired girl said, "Can I come inside?"
"I...I don't think that would be a good idea." Vincent said.
She stared up at him with innocent pink eyes. "Do you have a lady in there?"
"...No?" He said, looking down at her with a weird expression.
"Then what's the problem?" She asked.
"I don't know you well enough." The man stated, leaving it at that.
"I'm Corona Dragon," She said, "Who the banana-throwing-minute are you?"
He looked at her strangely and cleared his throat, "I am Vincent Valentine."
She kept her smile and said, "I have no shoes on."
He nodded, "Good to know, now if you will excuse me..." He began slowly closing the door.
"You wanna come with me to get juice?" She asked.
"No, thank you." And with that he shut his door and let out a sigh. "That was interesting," He thought.
She stood outside his door for a moment before yelling, "Yeah, that's cool! I've got plans too!"
He shook his head holding back an amused smile and went further into the safety of his house to read.
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A girl of nineteen walked into the ShinRa building to find her uncle who had promised her a job. She had dull, dark bluish-green eyes that stared nervously around the room and an almost bob-like haircut that was so dramatically cut her chestnut colored hair that the front part of it reached the top part of her chest, while the back was long enough to cover her neck some. She sighed, crossing her arms over her small frame and b-sized chest looking timidly around for the one person she knew there.
Instead of seeing her uncle though, she saw a red headed man. He had his red hair in a pony tail that looked just as lazy as he did. He had his hands in his pockets and didn't bother tucking in his white shirt or even tightening his black tie. He noticed her staring and walked across the room towards her to strike up some conversation. "Yo."
She said something in a different language when she looked up him, then her eyes widened when she realized what she had done. She blushed and said quickly, "Sorry! I meant, hi..." She now felt awkward and wanted her uncle to show up and save her from talking to people who probably think she is stupid by now.
The red headed man smirked and leaned over her, placing his hand on the wall. "You're kind of cute up close, yo. Did you just get a job here?"
She was now looking at the ground, still blushing. She began formulating an answer not in Wutianese in her mind before she spoke, "Y-yeah-kinda, I mean I gotta find my uncle first..." She added a small nervous laugh when her voice trailed off.
"I'm sure he's around here somewhere, yo," The man said and pretended to look around before laying his green-blue eyes back on the girl.
"...His name is Tseng." She said with a heavy accent when she spoke his name, "Do you know him?" She asked looking up at him for a split second with innocent, harmless eyes that contrasted her uncle's.
"Yeah, I know him, yo," He said, leaving it at that, "Say, kid, what's your name?"
"Raiden, what about you?" She replied accent still thick when she said her own name and then it instantly disappeared when the sentence continued. Raiden began wondering why he was talking to her anyway. It was odd in itself for her to have this happen.
"I'm Reno, yo," The red head said.
"You're also still on the job," A man, Raiden's uncle, Tseng, said as he came up being the red headed man, "Get back to work." This man stern looking man had long, black hair that was sleeked back, exposing the talik on the middle of his forehead.
"Hallo, uncle." Raiden said as she looked over at him giving him a slight smile, "I was looking for ya."
"Hello," Tseng said as Reno slid away before he got punched.
Raiden gave the man a quick hug and then looked up at him and asked, "So what do I hafta do now? Paperwork or something?"
"Just stick with me for today," Tseng said, "I'll show you around and then you can actually start tomorrow."
She nodded and gave him a thumbs up, "Mkay, I hate doin' work anyway."
The dark haired man nodded and then began bestowing his knowledge on his beautiful, young niece.