Dark Soul Part One
Forgotten Promises
By The Keeper of the Maelstrom
a.k.a. CtWest86
Warning: THIS IS A DARK FF7 FANFIC CHRONICLING VINCENT VALENTINE'S PAST, DO NOT
READ IF DEATH AND OR VIOLENCE DISMAYS YOU. (actually, please read anyway, jus so you can
comment on my writing, pleeeessseeeee.)
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN VINCENT VALENTINE, MIDGAR, HOJO, OR ANYTHING ELSE
THAT APPEARS IN THE FINAL FANTASY GAMES, (though I wish I did.) PLEASE DON'T SUE ME,
CUZ I DON GOT NO MONEY.
Note: Words in () are Vincents actual word for word thoughts.
* * *
Vincent sat in the small room, the few people who had wished to hear his tale
gathered round. To tell the truth he saw only three, Yuffie (oh, she actually is interested),
Cait (At least Reeve will have a direct connection to my situation), and of course, Nanaki.
Vincent looked around at the three around him, and became very nervous. What
he was about to tell them would shake their opinions of him, unbelievably. His story
might very well think of him as insane, or it might cause undue pity. Yeah right, as if he
could expect pity from Yuffie or Cait.
"Hey, Vampire, just start your story already!" Vincent was jarred from his thought
by Cait's robotic voice, "Not that I want to be here, but Reeve's interested, he has a
company to run, and I just happen to be in the area already. Just hurry up and start it so it
can be over."
"You will most likely be here for many more sessions, and you, all of you, know
very well that my wishing to converse is a very rare occasion, and insults might just make
it less likely to occur again." Vincent responded, anger very visible in his cold, feathery
voice, and his steely, red eyes. A sudden gust of wind enhanced the moment, by sending
his long, pitch-black hair waving around his face. At this moment he very much looked
like the human incarnation of his transformation Chaos. This might have been influenced
by the fact that, in his anger, he had already begun the transformation, catching is control
just before he lost control of his temper, which would have probably resulted in Cait
being nailed with Satan Slam.
"I am willing to begin," he continued, as his control increased, "If one of you
would be so kind as to suggest to me where is should begin."
"Try starting at the beginning, working though the middle, and finishing up at the
end. Gawd, I wouldn't think it would be that hard to figure out." Yuffie, who had a
tendency to become impatient when sitting, said. One would think that she would have
figured out not to open her big mouth in Vincent's direction when he was pissed.
"The beginning would probably be the first event which would lead to the
understanding of the story." Nanaki said, obviously with much more intellect that a
billion Yuffies combined.
"Very well, the beginning would probably be the beginnings of my father's
business deal, the last deal he would ever make…"
* * *
Darin Valentine rushed into his household, cursing heavily. He had forgotten my
only child's birthday, again. A new corporation had been rising steadily in the scientific
market, and he had been chosen to represent them on the business field. The excitement
over signing his contract with Shinra had driven all other thoughts out of his head. His
son would be pissed, though, because he had missed his son's last 5 birthdays.
Darin stopped inside the door, to find the entire household empty. The lights were
off in his family's penthouse apartment. He walked slowly though the entryway, looking
carefully for any sign of a break in. When he reached the living room, he saw his son, me,
lying on my side on the couch.
I lay, staring intently at the wall in front of me. The windows were open, and the
wind was blowing gently though my hair. Darin sat down in front of me and I turned
away. Darin sighed, and pulled a package out of his pocket. The business representative
from Shinra had given it to him earlier this evening, when he had tried hurriedly to get
home in time for my birthday.
Darin tapped me on the shoulder and said, " Here, this was why I was late, I
wanted you birthday present to be the best one yet, and anyway, I hope you like it." I sat
up, and took the package from my father. I unwrapped it, and inside was a BB gun. I was
confused, after all, guns were never allowed in the house by my father. I shrugged, looked
to his father, thanked him, then walked over to my room and went to bed.
* * *
"My father had forgotten completely about me, again. The gun was obviously an
exception to his rule, so that I would feel better. Later on in my life, that gun was
converted to a real one, and stayed by my side until Hojo did this to me. However,
Lucriea returned it to me in her cave. My eighth birthday present was great, it was Death
Penalty, and I have used it since that day. Both as a toy, and later on as a weapon."
* * *
I woke early the next morning to prepare for school; my emotions were a mix of
anger and gratitude. Anger because of my father's idiocy, and gratitude because of the
gun. As I walked down the stairs to leave, my father stopped me.
"Son," Darin said, grabbing onto my shoulder to keep me from leaving, "I would
like to make my being gone yesterday up to you. I have a big business meeting in
northern Midgar today, and I was wondering if you would like to come."
I couldn't believe my ears, Northern Midgar, that was over an hour away. I would
miss the entire school day. My mind ticked, no school today would mean not having to
stand the other rich snobs, who constantly annoyed me with talks of money. None of
them had a life. If I went with dad, I would probably get bonus credit in my classes,
which I needed dearly. I smiled, and agreed.
"Than let's go son, I've got to be there in 2 hours." Darin lead me out of the house
and into the car. He fumbled with the keys and opened the door, allowing me to get in.
Darin followed, and started the car, heading down the road towards Northern Midgar.
* * *
"The ride was uninteresting, but what I found when I arrived was. I thought fairly
poorly of my father during his last weeks, but that can be expected of a son whose father
had ignored him and was trying to make you forget."
* * *
My father and I go out of the car, and began heading towards a shorter building. It
was the Shinra tower, then only 3 stories tall. Off in the corner of the parking lot, a group
of kids ranging from eight to fourteen were playing some sort of game. It involved
kicking a soccer ball, and trying to get it into makeshift basketball hoops without
touching it with their hands. Off to the side, watching the game, was a fifteen-year old
boy with spiked white hair, and a red dragon tattooed on his back. When Darin and I
reached the building, Darin bent over to me.
"I'm going to be hard pressed with this deal, so why don't you hand around in the
lobby for awhile, or go talk to those kids over there," Darin pointed over towards the
game in the parking lot, "they seem to be having a good time, but please try not to call me
unless it's an emergency, and don't take off your jacket for anything."
I nodded, and started to wander over towards the game. I stopped and sat down
on a bench, and watched in amazement as the older kids taught the younger ones how to
flick the ball into the air with their feet and but it into the basket with their head. I was
dumbfounded by the ease that some of the kids, no more than nine, managed to gain
points against the older boys, as if they had been playing their entire lives. As I watched, I
saw the boy who was watching stand up and head over towards me.
When the older boy got to him, I froze, fearing stories I had been told by my
mother of gangs and how they murdered rich people for their money. The boy stopped,
and sat down next to me.
"Hey, ya know howta play Jara-bak? The Eagles are short a player, and everyone
insists that I stay out to keep the teams fair." He said a big grin on his face. I slowly
shook his head no.
"Damn, then ya've lead da shelterd life of a rich 'un. Wait, ya are a rich 'un rn't
ya?" He said, the grin still on his face, like notin mattered in life but havin fun. I was slow
in figuring out what the boy was saying, since almost every word he said was shortened. I
finally nodded yes.
"'Kay, one laz question, and I'll start telling ya bout meself. Ya can tulk can't
ya?" His grin widened as he registered his own humor. The joy seemed to radiate from
him like heat from the sun.
"Yes, I can, my name's Vincent." I said, beginning to smile along with the older
boy.
"'Kay kewl, I'm Red-Bane, dese here are me charges. Mostuv dem are kidz whose
parents ave died, and others are runaways I found dem at da homeless house, and I'm
kinda runnin em round for da day. Les see, I was abandoned at birth ya see, dumped in a
trash bin wit umbilical chord an all. Dis homeless guy found me, and started rasin me.
When I was five he died, and I started out on me own. Ran inta bout seven others, their
da older ones kinda couchen, ders Switchblade, he's kinda our techie," Red-Bane pointed
towards this guy who was working with some of the kids, Switchblade had a fishbone
earring in one ear, and had a tattoo of a silver knife on his back. "and Nutcraker, he's
kinda da middle one," Nutcraker was shorter, and didn't have any hair, he was wearing a
shirt, and only these white spikes could be seen sticking up from his tattoo, "finally ders
Kat, and she ain't ere righ now. Don know where da ell she cud be." At this moment a
blur of red and white dove at Red-bane, and took him towards the ground. It rolled to a
stop and sat up, showing a girl with long, tangled hair, an unwashed face, and a cat-like
gleam in her eyes. "That would be Kat." Red-Bane said, with a laugh from his position
on the ground. Kat started prowling over towards him, purring slightly. She was wearing
short-cut jeans, and a torn shirt which covered none of her back, which had the words
'Don Fuck Wit Me Ya Frikin Bastardz' clawed on it.
"Hey Red, Whassup?" She said, when she reached Red-Bane, who was currently
laying incapacitated on the cement.
"Nutin much Kat, dat dere es Vincent, he's a richie. I wan him ta take up da empty
spot on Switchblade's team, ya think ya can teach him da ropes, I gotta go back and ref."
"Sure, Red…" She started to prowl over towards me on all fours, giving me the
biggest shot of cleavage I had ever seen (I was only eight after all). She sat down and
caught a ball that was thrown at the back of her head.
"'Kay, Vincent? Mind if I call ya Vinne?" She said, her eyes glowing green in the
sunlight. Kat was probably one of the cutest girls I had ever seen.
"Sure" I said, nodding my head. Kat jumped on me her eyes glinting in the light.
"Always address me as Mistress, unless I tell you that you can call me Kat, otherwise,
Mistress, 'Kay Vinnie." Her look of anger was quickly replaced with a grin. She came
across to me as insane, but I decided it was better for my health if I played along.
"Okay, um… Mistress.."
"um.. Vinnie, I was jus playin, ya know. Go ahead and call me Kat."
"'Kay Kat" Kat started laughing, and rolling on the floor, Her laugh reminded me
strangely of a cats howl.
"What'd I say?"
"Kiddy Kat… I usually kill guys who say that."
"^Gulp^"
"Don worry, im gonna take care of ya. Les get started 'kay?"
"'Kay"
* * *
"Kat started to teach me how to play Jara-Bak, and I was soon good enough to
play on Switchblade's team. I quickly realized I was a natural, and so did the coaches. I
didn't realize at the time, but when I had dropped my Jacket and put on the torn Silver
tank top of Switchblade's team that I had just made both a great ally, and a terrible
choice. Several times that afternoon Red-Bane, Kat, Switchblade, and Nutcraker
gathered around and talked. I didn't learn until much later, but they had just invited me
into their group." Vincent said, his eyes on his audience.
"That explains why you always call Red by his full name." Yuffie said, shocking
Vincent greatly. He had never thought her able to comprehend something like that so
quickly. "You probably started callin Red-Bane Red later on, and den somthin bad
happened, and know it brings back bad memories."
"Yes, but it was more of a little betrayal, which made my life afterward much
more difficult. But we always remained friends, through till the end. But it is getting late,
and I think that was enough for the evening. Goodnight" With that Vincent stood up
looking around at Yuffie, Cait, and Nanaki, then headed towards the hall. When he got
there he saw Tifa standing in the doorway. She had apparently heard the whole thing, and
would tell Cloud and the others. Vincent frowned inwardly, for it seemed his story would
soon encompass the entire group…
* * *
Thas all folks, I Hope ya liked dis installment in da Dark Soul Saga. Dis one wasn't dat
dark, but it'll get much, much worse (Bwahahahaha) anywho, email me and tell me what
you think at slent@ignmail.com
Shout-outs ta Tom, and Kara-Sha. Without them I woulda jus hit a brick wall, but their
sense of humor came though in the forms of Nutcraker and Kat. Nutcraker will be Tom,
with a bit of Kara-Sha's Control, and Kat is loosly based on what I know of Kara-Sha,
and filled in with stuph from tom. Friends make great baseses for characters.
^_^ PEACEOUT DUDES ^_^
Oh and btw, GO THUNDERBIRDS!!!!
BEAT EAST!!!!!!!
Hee hee hee I jus hadta say dat.
Dis fanfic is written by me, if u take it witout permission I'll hunt you down and shread u
in a food processer. ^_^
Forgotten Promises
By The Keeper of the Maelstrom
a.k.a. CtWest86
Warning: THIS IS A DARK FF7 FANFIC CHRONICLING VINCENT VALENTINE'S PAST, DO NOT
READ IF DEATH AND OR VIOLENCE DISMAYS YOU. (actually, please read anyway, jus so you can
comment on my writing, pleeeessseeeee.)
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN VINCENT VALENTINE, MIDGAR, HOJO, OR ANYTHING ELSE
THAT APPEARS IN THE FINAL FANTASY GAMES, (though I wish I did.) PLEASE DON'T SUE ME,
CUZ I DON GOT NO MONEY.
Note: Words in () are Vincents actual word for word thoughts.
* * *
Vincent sat in the small room, the few people who had wished to hear his tale
gathered round. To tell the truth he saw only three, Yuffie (oh, she actually is interested),
Cait (At least Reeve will have a direct connection to my situation), and of course, Nanaki.
Vincent looked around at the three around him, and became very nervous. What
he was about to tell them would shake their opinions of him, unbelievably. His story
might very well think of him as insane, or it might cause undue pity. Yeah right, as if he
could expect pity from Yuffie or Cait.
"Hey, Vampire, just start your story already!" Vincent was jarred from his thought
by Cait's robotic voice, "Not that I want to be here, but Reeve's interested, he has a
company to run, and I just happen to be in the area already. Just hurry up and start it so it
can be over."
"You will most likely be here for many more sessions, and you, all of you, know
very well that my wishing to converse is a very rare occasion, and insults might just make
it less likely to occur again." Vincent responded, anger very visible in his cold, feathery
voice, and his steely, red eyes. A sudden gust of wind enhanced the moment, by sending
his long, pitch-black hair waving around his face. At this moment he very much looked
like the human incarnation of his transformation Chaos. This might have been influenced
by the fact that, in his anger, he had already begun the transformation, catching is control
just before he lost control of his temper, which would have probably resulted in Cait
being nailed with Satan Slam.
"I am willing to begin," he continued, as his control increased, "If one of you
would be so kind as to suggest to me where is should begin."
"Try starting at the beginning, working though the middle, and finishing up at the
end. Gawd, I wouldn't think it would be that hard to figure out." Yuffie, who had a
tendency to become impatient when sitting, said. One would think that she would have
figured out not to open her big mouth in Vincent's direction when he was pissed.
"The beginning would probably be the first event which would lead to the
understanding of the story." Nanaki said, obviously with much more intellect that a
billion Yuffies combined.
"Very well, the beginning would probably be the beginnings of my father's
business deal, the last deal he would ever make…"
* * *
Darin Valentine rushed into his household, cursing heavily. He had forgotten my
only child's birthday, again. A new corporation had been rising steadily in the scientific
market, and he had been chosen to represent them on the business field. The excitement
over signing his contract with Shinra had driven all other thoughts out of his head. His
son would be pissed, though, because he had missed his son's last 5 birthdays.
Darin stopped inside the door, to find the entire household empty. The lights were
off in his family's penthouse apartment. He walked slowly though the entryway, looking
carefully for any sign of a break in. When he reached the living room, he saw his son, me,
lying on my side on the couch.
I lay, staring intently at the wall in front of me. The windows were open, and the
wind was blowing gently though my hair. Darin sat down in front of me and I turned
away. Darin sighed, and pulled a package out of his pocket. The business representative
from Shinra had given it to him earlier this evening, when he had tried hurriedly to get
home in time for my birthday.
Darin tapped me on the shoulder and said, " Here, this was why I was late, I
wanted you birthday present to be the best one yet, and anyway, I hope you like it." I sat
up, and took the package from my father. I unwrapped it, and inside was a BB gun. I was
confused, after all, guns were never allowed in the house by my father. I shrugged, looked
to his father, thanked him, then walked over to my room and went to bed.
* * *
"My father had forgotten completely about me, again. The gun was obviously an
exception to his rule, so that I would feel better. Later on in my life, that gun was
converted to a real one, and stayed by my side until Hojo did this to me. However,
Lucriea returned it to me in her cave. My eighth birthday present was great, it was Death
Penalty, and I have used it since that day. Both as a toy, and later on as a weapon."
* * *
I woke early the next morning to prepare for school; my emotions were a mix of
anger and gratitude. Anger because of my father's idiocy, and gratitude because of the
gun. As I walked down the stairs to leave, my father stopped me.
"Son," Darin said, grabbing onto my shoulder to keep me from leaving, "I would
like to make my being gone yesterday up to you. I have a big business meeting in
northern Midgar today, and I was wondering if you would like to come."
I couldn't believe my ears, Northern Midgar, that was over an hour away. I would
miss the entire school day. My mind ticked, no school today would mean not having to
stand the other rich snobs, who constantly annoyed me with talks of money. None of
them had a life. If I went with dad, I would probably get bonus credit in my classes,
which I needed dearly. I smiled, and agreed.
"Than let's go son, I've got to be there in 2 hours." Darin lead me out of the house
and into the car. He fumbled with the keys and opened the door, allowing me to get in.
Darin followed, and started the car, heading down the road towards Northern Midgar.
* * *
"The ride was uninteresting, but what I found when I arrived was. I thought fairly
poorly of my father during his last weeks, but that can be expected of a son whose father
had ignored him and was trying to make you forget."
* * *
My father and I go out of the car, and began heading towards a shorter building. It
was the Shinra tower, then only 3 stories tall. Off in the corner of the parking lot, a group
of kids ranging from eight to fourteen were playing some sort of game. It involved
kicking a soccer ball, and trying to get it into makeshift basketball hoops without
touching it with their hands. Off to the side, watching the game, was a fifteen-year old
boy with spiked white hair, and a red dragon tattooed on his back. When Darin and I
reached the building, Darin bent over to me.
"I'm going to be hard pressed with this deal, so why don't you hand around in the
lobby for awhile, or go talk to those kids over there," Darin pointed over towards the
game in the parking lot, "they seem to be having a good time, but please try not to call me
unless it's an emergency, and don't take off your jacket for anything."
I nodded, and started to wander over towards the game. I stopped and sat down
on a bench, and watched in amazement as the older kids taught the younger ones how to
flick the ball into the air with their feet and but it into the basket with their head. I was
dumbfounded by the ease that some of the kids, no more than nine, managed to gain
points against the older boys, as if they had been playing their entire lives. As I watched, I
saw the boy who was watching stand up and head over towards me.
When the older boy got to him, I froze, fearing stories I had been told by my
mother of gangs and how they murdered rich people for their money. The boy stopped,
and sat down next to me.
"Hey, ya know howta play Jara-bak? The Eagles are short a player, and everyone
insists that I stay out to keep the teams fair." He said a big grin on his face. I slowly
shook his head no.
"Damn, then ya've lead da shelterd life of a rich 'un. Wait, ya are a rich 'un rn't
ya?" He said, the grin still on his face, like notin mattered in life but havin fun. I was slow
in figuring out what the boy was saying, since almost every word he said was shortened. I
finally nodded yes.
"'Kay, one laz question, and I'll start telling ya bout meself. Ya can tulk can't
ya?" His grin widened as he registered his own humor. The joy seemed to radiate from
him like heat from the sun.
"Yes, I can, my name's Vincent." I said, beginning to smile along with the older
boy.
"'Kay kewl, I'm Red-Bane, dese here are me charges. Mostuv dem are kidz whose
parents ave died, and others are runaways I found dem at da homeless house, and I'm
kinda runnin em round for da day. Les see, I was abandoned at birth ya see, dumped in a
trash bin wit umbilical chord an all. Dis homeless guy found me, and started rasin me.
When I was five he died, and I started out on me own. Ran inta bout seven others, their
da older ones kinda couchen, ders Switchblade, he's kinda our techie," Red-Bane pointed
towards this guy who was working with some of the kids, Switchblade had a fishbone
earring in one ear, and had a tattoo of a silver knife on his back. "and Nutcraker, he's
kinda da middle one," Nutcraker was shorter, and didn't have any hair, he was wearing a
shirt, and only these white spikes could be seen sticking up from his tattoo, "finally ders
Kat, and she ain't ere righ now. Don know where da ell she cud be." At this moment a
blur of red and white dove at Red-bane, and took him towards the ground. It rolled to a
stop and sat up, showing a girl with long, tangled hair, an unwashed face, and a cat-like
gleam in her eyes. "That would be Kat." Red-Bane said, with a laugh from his position
on the ground. Kat started prowling over towards him, purring slightly. She was wearing
short-cut jeans, and a torn shirt which covered none of her back, which had the words
'Don Fuck Wit Me Ya Frikin Bastardz' clawed on it.
"Hey Red, Whassup?" She said, when she reached Red-Bane, who was currently
laying incapacitated on the cement.
"Nutin much Kat, dat dere es Vincent, he's a richie. I wan him ta take up da empty
spot on Switchblade's team, ya think ya can teach him da ropes, I gotta go back and ref."
"Sure, Red…" She started to prowl over towards me on all fours, giving me the
biggest shot of cleavage I had ever seen (I was only eight after all). She sat down and
caught a ball that was thrown at the back of her head.
"'Kay, Vincent? Mind if I call ya Vinne?" She said, her eyes glowing green in the
sunlight. Kat was probably one of the cutest girls I had ever seen.
"Sure" I said, nodding my head. Kat jumped on me her eyes glinting in the light.
"Always address me as Mistress, unless I tell you that you can call me Kat, otherwise,
Mistress, 'Kay Vinnie." Her look of anger was quickly replaced with a grin. She came
across to me as insane, but I decided it was better for my health if I played along.
"Okay, um… Mistress.."
"um.. Vinnie, I was jus playin, ya know. Go ahead and call me Kat."
"'Kay Kat" Kat started laughing, and rolling on the floor, Her laugh reminded me
strangely of a cats howl.
"What'd I say?"
"Kiddy Kat… I usually kill guys who say that."
"^Gulp^"
"Don worry, im gonna take care of ya. Les get started 'kay?"
"'Kay"
* * *
"Kat started to teach me how to play Jara-Bak, and I was soon good enough to
play on Switchblade's team. I quickly realized I was a natural, and so did the coaches. I
didn't realize at the time, but when I had dropped my Jacket and put on the torn Silver
tank top of Switchblade's team that I had just made both a great ally, and a terrible
choice. Several times that afternoon Red-Bane, Kat, Switchblade, and Nutcraker
gathered around and talked. I didn't learn until much later, but they had just invited me
into their group." Vincent said, his eyes on his audience.
"That explains why you always call Red by his full name." Yuffie said, shocking
Vincent greatly. He had never thought her able to comprehend something like that so
quickly. "You probably started callin Red-Bane Red later on, and den somthin bad
happened, and know it brings back bad memories."
"Yes, but it was more of a little betrayal, which made my life afterward much
more difficult. But we always remained friends, through till the end. But it is getting late,
and I think that was enough for the evening. Goodnight" With that Vincent stood up
looking around at Yuffie, Cait, and Nanaki, then headed towards the hall. When he got
there he saw Tifa standing in the doorway. She had apparently heard the whole thing, and
would tell Cloud and the others. Vincent frowned inwardly, for it seemed his story would
soon encompass the entire group…
* * *
Thas all folks, I Hope ya liked dis installment in da Dark Soul Saga. Dis one wasn't dat
dark, but it'll get much, much worse (Bwahahahaha) anywho, email me and tell me what
you think at slent@ignmail.com
Shout-outs ta Tom, and Kara-Sha. Without them I woulda jus hit a brick wall, but their
sense of humor came though in the forms of Nutcraker and Kat. Nutcraker will be Tom,
with a bit of Kara-Sha's Control, and Kat is loosly based on what I know of Kara-Sha,
and filled in with stuph from tom. Friends make great baseses for characters.
^_^ PEACEOUT DUDES ^_^
Oh and btw, GO THUNDERBIRDS!!!!
BEAT EAST!!!!!!!
Hee hee hee I jus hadta say dat.
Dis fanfic is written by me, if u take it witout permission I'll hunt you down and shread u
in a food processer. ^_^