He is tired. More tired than he ever had been.

Bodies were everywhere, how someone could recruit so many followers to sacrifice their lives for them was unknown to Vincent.

He's on his knees now, Yuffie's blood creating a pool around her and the other bodies.

Vincent's whispering to her, telling her it would be Ok.

He doesn't know how to comfort someone.

She had never bled so much before, and in a few moments she would start panicking.

So Vincent helps her up. Then lifts her into his arms, as he did when Nero sucked her into his darkness.

He runs faster than he ever could.

And when he gets to the Seventh Heaven, Yuffie is sick, from loss of blood. She throws up, everywhere.

Vincent watched as she doubled over his arms and threw up, he winced as he felt it hit his shoes.

But decided to ignore it and Tifa's angry calls to take off his shoes.


My nightmare ended abruptly when a ring called out.

I controlled my breathing and grabbed my phone. Cloud's name is flickering on the screen.

Opening it, I wait for someone to answer.

" Vincent?" Cloud's voice says after a few seconds.

" Any news?" I ask without saying hello. He doesn't care.

" We haven't found anything, but I just wanted to check just in case you found something." He says to me. I grunted before sitting up.

" I found a journal page from her diary. It was held by a shurikan in a tree. But the weapon is not hers. She marks her shurikans with her initials. But this one has the initials, K.V." I tell him. He is silent for a moment. Probably thinking.

" I'll have Reeve look for anyone with those initials in Wutai. Where are you?" Cloud asks. So many questions. Too many, I would just like to continue my journey.

" I'm on my way to Junon, I should be about a few miles out." I reply. Cloud grunts in reply.

He is still quiet. Things change people, sometimes forever. He still isn't better, maybe by a bit.

He doesn't visit the church anymore. Occasionally he and Tifa go deliver flowers with Marlene. But that is it.

"Ok, be careful Vincent." Cloud says before hanging up.

I snap the phone shut. And deposit it into my pocket.

Then I get up groggily.

And continue my journey to find our missing friend.

Why do you even bother with me?

Tell me to go away.

Tell me to leave.

I remembered Yuffie's words when Cid and her father had upset her a lot. And although Cid loved her like his daughter, she had a tendency to get on his nerves. Maybe it was to make up for the attention she hardly ever got from her father?

She had approached me. And I looked for an escape.

But instead of babbling my ear off, she cried. And that night, I learned that her mother had died from a sickness.

Her name was Kasumi and died from a disease.

Yuffie had hardly ever gotten attention from her father, and when she did it was usually a scolding. And when she'd told me that, it reminded me of my own child hood.

My mother had died when I was young too.

We were the same, in a sense.

Yuffie's father had work to do, so did mine.

And both our mothers died from an illness.


I arrived at Junon. While the sun was shining, which meant I had lost track of time while sleeping.

I'd have to make up for lost time by searching quickly.

I was nearly running as I wandered the streets. Scanning for Yuffie and asking people if they'd seen her.

And by the afternoon, I was sitting at a table watching people on the beach. No one had seen them. And I was very sure that they would have beat me here. Since they should have been at least a day ahead of me. But I was also sure that they hadn't left so soon.

My eyes traveled around. No one saw them, it was like they didn't even come to Junon.

"Vincent Valentine?" Someone said. I glanced behind me. A portly old man with a cane stood behind him. I could see a hint of Wutain in him.

He leaned on the wooden cane and stared at me with tired eyes. I looked at him up and down.

" What?"

" I was told to give you this." He said before shoving a piece of paper in my face. I snatched it from his shaking hands and glared at him.

" Yuffie Kisaragi is missing. Why didn't you call the police?" The old man gave a hearty laugh. I scowled.

" Because, they told me their story, and it was worth hearing. You might want to look a little closer." He said before waddling away. My scowl faded as he lost himself in the crowds. Who had told him their story?

My hand still gripped the paper he'd gave me.

I opened it, to reveal another Journal page.

November 5th

Still recovering. I'm tired from the lack of movement, since no one is letting me do much until I fully heal. I walk around, which is the only exercise I've been getting.

Nothing really going on either, same old same old.

Vincent is distant lately. And I'm a little worried, Shelke said he'd been having nightmares.

I'd try to talk to him, but he seems to be avoiding me, in particular. Which is very annoying. Especially since he's one of my close friends. The one time I caught him in a way to talk to him, I looked into his eyes.

There was sadness. Grief, anger, relief, and a very pained expression. He looked like everything that he did bad was all catching up to him at one moment. All the bad memories, sadness, anger, and mournful things haunted him in that moment.

Which made me slip. And I decided to walk away and let him be.

Oh, Vincent. Even heroes need help, so if you ever need a hug or someone to lean on, just know,

I'm here.

Yuffie.

I swear I read the journal page a million times. Until the day I died I would remember it. Yuffie was childish, immature, funny, and had no attention span whatsoever.

Yet she knew everything.

I felt vulnerable. Tifa was supposed to be the one that caught everything, her, Marlene, and Nanaki. All three of them caught on to everything. And realized something was going on before anyone.

But so did Yuffie.

I folded the paper back up, and slid it into my pocket with the other notes.

And with that I took off again. Instead of asking about the two mysterious children and Yuffie, I asked for the old man. He must know where they went.

I had found him. An old lady who worked at a bakery knew him. Of course she was rude and refused to give me any information but she finally cracked when I told her that my "Fiance" was kidnapped.

And then she gladly gave me the information to his house. (I swear she was crazy.)

His house was old, and had a chair on the deck. Which is where he was, looking out at the sunset.

I approached him, and he held up a hand.

" Shouldn't you be finding your friends?" He asked.

" Only one of them is my friend, and I don't know where they went. That's why I'm here." I told him. He mumbled something under his breath.

" I'm sure they would love to visit Costa Del Sol." He finally said. I nodded to him and began leaving. "Remember Gunslinger, that they might not be as evil as you and your friends make out to be." He warned. I glanced back and then started toward my next destination.

I took a boat from Junon. The whole time I was on it, I was thinking of what the old man said.

That wouldn't make since anyway. They kidnapped her, they were enemies. I don't care what the reasons for doing it for. They threatened Avalanche, and they were going to get frost bite.

As corny as it sounded, it was the truth. No one tried threatening or hurting Avalanche. It was like a new law, that didn't exist.

My thoughts were interrupted by ringing. Instead of Cloud though, it was Reeve.

He must have information on the shurikan.

" Reeve?" I asked.

" Vincent, we have good news and bad news. Good news is that Tifa and Cloud apprehended someone that was involved with kidnapping Yuffie. Bad news, no one came up in Wutai with those initials that would have something against her." Reeve said sighing.

" Get information out of them. I'm at Costa Del Sol right now. Send me the info when you have it." I said before hanging up.


Reeve sighed at his desk.

Shelke had worked hard at finding someone who would have a do with the kidnapping. But she didn't find anyone. The only thing she found was a picture. On the picture was a car, that was speeding through Costa Del Sol.

A boy, no more than sixteen. In the passenger seat, a girl with dark goggles on. And in the back,

Yuffie.

When Reeve first saw this photo, he'd almost thought it was a joke. But then he saw the looks on the kidnappers faces, and the calm look on Yuffie's. Something wasn't right.

And the people who took her, something about them put Reeve off. He couldn't, for some reason, punish these kids. They looked familiar.

Very, Familiar.

Vincent hadn't let Reeve finish. But he'd just tell him later, for right now he had to interrogate the boy, and look up information on a certain illegal project.

This was getting very weird.

Vincent wasn't seeing the situation with his eyes, or he would have noticed earlier. When Reeve looked at all their faces, he knew exactly who they were.

Reeve knew only one thing, Vincent was going to be pissed.

I wandered around Costa Del Sol. Exactly as I did in Junon, no luck.

So I had to wait in a hotel.

And wait until Reeve got information out of the kid.


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