Sorry for the wait. Let me know if you liked the snibbet of humor I added into this chap. Enjoy! R&R
Vincent sighed, pressing a gloved hand to his forehead to wipe unnecessary sweat from his knitted brow. He looked across the table where he sat at a small café in Midgar, and once again sighed heavily. Two blonde teenage girls whispered uncivilly from giggling mouths across the table from him.
"So Vince, You saved the world ha?" The elder of the twins brashly inquired. Vincent cringed. Only one other person had used that nickname.
"Yes Helena, you've asked me that question fifteen times today" he said slowly through gritted teeth.
"So you know Cloud Strife then?" Brattina, the younger, asked. He didn't bother answering.
"You HAVE to introduce us to him. He is the cutest guy in the whole world!" Helena placed a manicured hand over her small chest and feigned swooning.
"No, the only thing I have to do is babysit you until your father is out of his meeting. And besides, your only fifteen years old" Vincent checked his watch for the fortieth time that day, noting that he only had to put up with the spoiled daughters of President Shinra for thirty more minutes.
It had been five years since Yuffie had left and Vincent found himself as a bodyguard once again. It was a skill he was good at, and a paycheck, at the very least. Most times his job consisted of guarding celebrities from one place to another, or accompanying a few aristocrats to a snub political party of sorts.
There was no real threat, and no real skill needed. A waste of his unmatched skills in battle. But he loathed working at Tifa's bar to support himself. And after Yuffie left, he quickly got tired of the pitiful stares and half hearted attempts at improving his love life. So he left, and hadn't talked to them since.
"Who cares if im only fifteen. Im AVALANCHE's number one fan!" Brattina said defensively.
"Well then you wont be shocked to hear that Cloud Strife is happily married" Vincent quipped.
"Hm" Brattina pouted, crossing her arms out in front. "Tifa Tits Lockheart"
"Strife" Vincent said in victory.
"Whatever"
Vincent stole another glance at his watch. Five more minutes.
"But what about you?" Helena looked at Vincent "Your not married"
Vincent almost winced. If not for his years of mental training, he might have broken down and snapped the necks of Rufus's irritating daughters. But he was unmoving, as the scenes from another life flashed before his eyes. It seemed a ages ago. Indeed, he had been close to getting married. From his side at least.
"What about the Ninja Yuffie?" Brattina asked, done with her fit "She was cute"
Vincent wiped his hand over his eyes. He was so close to losing it.
"Yeah! We fans have a name for you two, its called Yuffentine!"
"That's it!" Vincent screamed, slamming his golden claw on the table causing the twin girls to jump in unison. His fury was rising to his face and matched the color of the cape he once wore. Now adorned with a simple black suit, making his angry red face all the more distinct, he leaned across the table. Ready to unleash years of pent up frustration.
Just then Rufus Shinra pulled up in his limo and stared unwarily as he sauntered over to the table where the girls sat, wide eyed and fearful of the tall gunman.
"How are my girls doing?" Rufus asked, extending a hand to Vincent who merely looked at it in disgust. He always held a certain amount of detest for the former president of Shinra corp. And when he was assigned to protect the twin daughters of the lecherous man, he contemplated quitting. But since money was tight, he needed to keep his job.
"I hope they weren't too much trouble"
"No worse than Sephiroth himself" Vincent said then turned on his heel and walked away.
Vincent walked wearily back to the office. Back to another assignment that thwarted his previous career as 'World Hero'. Although anything would be better than the last assignment, which lasted a daunting two weeks.
He stepped up to the door to the PATS agency and faltered his hand before opening the door. He didn't really have to be here. He didn't really need a job. He and his companions had survived for months in the wilderness. Hopping from Inn the Inn. Surely he had the skills to live alone in the wild. Being a Turk provided him with that much. But, as much as he liked living alone, he craved humanity. After being awoken from his coffin eight or so years back, and coming to terms with the fact that he might actually like bing alive, he dreaded the idea of being so alone after thirty years of it.
Vincent glanced at the sign above his head, thinking how trite the term sounded. PATS: Protect And To Serve. Protecting maybe, but Serving? Who was he serving? Not himself.
"One more job" he told himself out loud "One more and then I will leave" 'Maybe I should go to Cosmos Canyon. See Naniki. See the world again. This time without the threat of Sephiroth spurring us on'
Vincent turned the handle and stepped into the PATS office, feeling the instant wave of ventilated air hit him. He made his way passed several desks and headed toward a small corner office towards the back of the building. He was spotted before he went in.
"Vincent!" A short man with a black toupee waved him in. Vincent stepped intothe small office and sat down across from the short man. A sign on his desk read: Troy Baske.
"I've got bad news for you buddy" Troy peered at Vincent from behind a customer folder.
'Buddy?' Vincent thought. He wordlessly waved a hand for Baske to continue
"It's the Shinra girls again. Their celebrating their sixteenth birthday. A bid to-do. The President wants you to make sure nothing happens to them. He's also hired ten other men from our agency for grounds control. But he wants you to bodyguard the girls" Troy cringed for Vincent. He knew as well as anybody how awful they were.
Vincent shook his head. Maybe he would end his job right now.
"Or.." Troy continued, pulling another folder from a file desk nearby "...You can take another job"
Vincent immediately perked up. Leaning forward in his chair and intertwining his fingers in front of him.
"Anything. I'll take it" he said
"Im not sure your gonna want to"
"Why not?'
"It requires traveling. Far. Real far." Troy adjusted the toupee on his head, reddening slightly at doing so.
"I don't care. I'll do it"
"Great!" Troy beamed, standing from his seat and extending a hand to Vincent "It's off to Wutai then!"
"...what?!"
