Vincent walked into his room and changed into his sleep clothes. Marlene reminded him and everyone else so much of Aeris...it was amazing. The little girl automatically brought a smile to everyone's face.

He walked over to the frost covered window and sat in a random chair. The "Christmas star" was in the sky, he noticed as a chill ran down his spin.

'You use to hate Christmas, the happiness, the feeling of snow falling on your hair'

"...That was a long time ago"

"Not to long ago..."

"..."

'Don't you remember?'

WHAT IS CHRISTMAS?
TINSELED FAIRYTALES
DAY OLD STOCKINGS LINED UP IN A ROW

"Why do they keep singing!? Professor Gast...are you dancing to their music?"

The professor was standing at the window moving back and forth to the sound of the church groups singing outside in the snow, "It isn't that bad, Mr. Valentine. It's Jingle Bells! How can you NOT like it?"

Vincent sighed.

"Are all Turks like this?"

He stood up, closing his book, and left the room. He hated Christmas so much. He didn't know why. Ever since his fathers death, he just didn't feel like doing any holiday but Halloween.

"All they do is sing around this time of the year...I hate it!"

He walked down the hallway of the Shinra mansion, passing a frost covered window, "If anything, they should be worried about getting back inside their homes where its warm." He stopped, "On second thought, just let them get sick...that means ...NO MORE SINGING!"

"Vincent? Vincent! Is that you?"

Lucrecia came up to him from behind and tapped his shoulder, "I was wondering if you were celebrating Christmas this year."

"..."

"The rest of the turks and a few of our friends were wondering if you wanted to come to the Nibelheim hotel and celebrate with us next week! Would you like to?"

"Anything for you, Lucrecia..."

"So that's a yes?"

"I suppose." He was suprised by the sudden hug, he slowly wrapped his arms around her, terrified Hojo would come around the corner and start bad talking him again. She broke the hug, smiling, and walked towards the lab, "I'll be looking foward to seeing you, Vincent!"

"Likewise..."

WHAT IS CHRISTMAS
COULD SOMEONE TELL ME THAT?
WHAT IS CHRISTMAS?
SURELY, I DON'T KNOW

'Now what am I going to do? I hate this holiday...'

He had gotten Lucracia a gift a few months ago but was waiting for a good enough reason to give it to her, now he had one! Maybe he could go, stay long enough to give her the gift, and leave while no one was looking.

'She doesn't love you.

"I can still...give her the gift."

'She loves the doctor, Hojo'

"..."

The present was already wrapped but he now had an excuse to give it to her.

AND EVERYWHERE THESE LIGHTS
WHO NEEDS TO COLOR NIGHT?
COULD THIS WHOLE THING BE PLANNED?
I DO NOT UNDERSTAND

Vincent walked into the room, feeling the snow on his short hair melt from the heat. He walked past the door and saw Lucrecia in the arms of Hojo, a part of him died.

'Can't say I didn't warn you...'

He put the small gift on the coffee table and left through the door, no one ever noticed he was there.

THIS CHRISTMAS
TREES WITH COLORED LIGHTS
UNDERNEATH THEY STILL ARE ONLY TREES
DO YOU THINK THAT ONE DAY PERHAPS THEY MIGHT
FIND THAT CHRISTMAS
IS KIND OF A DISEASE?

It was cold outside, but he couldn't say he hated it. The cold fit him, being a Turk and all. The moon was peaking through the snow filled clouds, big flakes surrounding him as he adjusted his blood red scarf and pulled his black coat tighter around him. The streets were empty, the wind was the only sound he heard.

He shouldn't had come tonight, the voice in his head was right.

A snowflake, gently, fell onto his pale nose.

'Legend has it that when a snowflake falls on your nose, it's an angel or a loved one, who has passed on, giving you a kiss.

"Lies...all of it."

'Now now Mr. Valentine.

"It's true..."

EVERY YEAR IT'S WAITING FOR ME
WAITING FOR ME
EVERY YEAR IT CONSTANTLY DEFIES
PLACING STRANGERS
THERE BEFORE ME
THERE BEFORE ME
SPREADING HOPE AND CHEER
MIXED IN WITH HAPPINESS
FRATERNAL BLISS AND OTHER CHRISTMAS LIES!

Walking down the street, Vincent heard a tune being sung.

"It's the singing people again..." Vincent growled to himself, "Why must you people sing...so...happily??"

"MERRY CHRISTMAS, SIR!"

"Christmas...yea...whatever"

AND THERE'S ONE MORE THING THAT I HAVE DISCOVERED
AND I WOULD NOW LIKE YOU TO KNOW
THE REASON FOR CHRISTMAS I NOW REALIZE
IS AN EXCUSE TO TOLERATE SNOW
SNOW!
I DON'T EVEN LIKE THE SOUND OF IT
ANYWAY, WHERE WAS I
OH, YES!

"Why do you people celebrate this holiday?!?!" Vincent mumbled the whole time he walked to his home.

"Snow...angels...trees...love, happiness, gifts...WHATS THE POINT OF CHRISTMAS, ANYWAY!?"

WHAT IS CHRISTMAS?
CANDLES EVERYWHERE
A FIRE HAZARD ANY OTHER DAY
CHILDREN LIGHT THEM
NO ONE SEEMS TO CARE
ALL FOR CHRISTMAS

'What's the point, Valentine?' The voice hissed in his mind, 'One day you'll find out...'

"In death maybe..." He walked through the doors of his room and tossed his black dress coat onto a chair.

An image of Marlene pops into Vincent's head, "Your still coming down, tomorrow...right?"

EVERY YEAR IT RETURNS HERE
AND EVERY YEAR IT'S WAITING FOR ME
WHY CAN'T CHRISTMAS DISAPPEAR
AND JUST PRETEND IT NEVER SAW ME
EVERY YEAR I GET MY HOPES UP
THAT IT WILL SOMEHOW JUST LEAVE
BUT EVERY YEAR I WAKE TO FIND
THAT ONCE AGAIN IT NOW IS CHRISTMAS

'What made you change your mind, Vincent?'

"My new family," He looked back towards the door upon hearing voices outside of it.

"Just stick it on the door!"

"No! You do it?"

"What if he hears us? Quietly, ok?"

"Shh!"

He just sat their, confused.

"C'mon Lori!"

"No Brittani! You do it!"

"Marlene, you go!"

"I can't reach it!"


Oh dear...what are they doing to Vincent's door? Find out in the next chappy! I'll try to have it up by saturday, studying for exams isn't fun at all...