Yes I figured the characters would be OC, but hey Yuffie and Vincent aren't exactly my most favourite characters, hence why I wouldn't know a lot about their behaviour and all. But if you want to read a Yuffie x Vincent story, bear with it. ;)
Here goes my update, enjoy.
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Coming home late
Chapter 2
Yuffie woke up at 6:30 am like every morning. Switching off the alarm she cralwed out of her bed. "How annoying Tuesdays can be." she grunted and shuffeled her feet to the bathroom. Fetching her diary she threw it into her bag and put on some pants and a shirt. Though these pants weren't quiet fitting her anymore, it were her favourites. When her mother would nag her to buy new ones again she would retort that she would if she had the money. Since ever she had turned 16, her father was determined that she had to pay for everything on her own. Hence why she would get some extra money when helping out in the shop. The first few months she had protested against it, but seeing as they were my parents and she was just the kid, she had to accept. Forcing down her breakfast she rushed out of the shop. Mornings always meant grumpy parents, so it was best to leave as fast as possible. Besides, it would allow her to catch a glimpse on the boy from next class she had an eye on. Though being preached that boys were bad, she would fancy them anyways, it was not like her dad was stalking her. Though in the back of her head she could imagine him doing so.
He was the sprotive guy, playing soccer and all. Sometimes she would just linger at school some more to see the boys train. Though she knew, she wouldn't have a chance against all those fashionable girls that had more make-up than books in their school bag's. But standing a chance wasn't her goal, looking was ok for her. In the past month, she had gained at least two friends just as hyper as her. Toda yshe would ask them wheter they would want to hang out with her a little, since her dad wouldn't need her to look after the shop. Thinking about the shop she remember this man's eyes that were burned into her mind. Yet alone the eye colour was something she had never seen.
Finally reaching the school, she sat down on the bench close to themain entrance. "I am early, no need to go inside yet." she murmured and searched for her diary.
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Tuesday 12th:
"I slept quiet well today. Though I did not manage to see this guy, the bright sunshine today causes me to be in a cheerful mood. Today would just be as boring as every Tuesday. Though I just have like 5 classes, they tend to last eterneties, especially if you have to work in pairs inchemistry. And lucky as I am I had to be paired up with Rin. She's fashionable, good looking, well built, but lacking brains. The only chemcial reaction she would know of was lotion on faces. If we were ever to write an exam about the effect of various cosmetics on the human skin, it was obvious who would write an A+. But unfortunately, that''s not exactly what we are doing. And being stuck with her for an hour and trying my hardest to keep the project going, strains your nerves a lot. That's the point where you would want someone to hug you. Though I'm not quiet the person to long for love or anything, I feel I'm missing out on something whenever I see someone making out in any of the school's corners. As much as they might disgust me, with all these noises they make and the fondling, people must enjoy it. At least that's the impression I get when seeing 3 couples when I walk from our classroom to the bathroom, which by all means is just a few meters distance.
But then again, I was never a person to do what others did. Whenever others were quiet, I was loud. When watching a drama and my friends would cry, I would still crack a smile. Maybe I am just the one going wrong. It's the point you hit every once in a while, when you see the people changing around you, and you notice you haven't moved at all. Just like when my friend in my old school would tell me about her first kiss, I wouldn't show any interest. What would be so special about it anyways, lips pressing aginst each other, full stop. I could just press them against the skin on my arm, and I would have the same effect. It's like sucking on your arm and then it looks like a hickey.
I hear the bell ring already. Time to go."
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Tuesday 12th afternoon:
"Alright, today wasn't even this bad, great I dare say – Rin was sick. Hence why I got to work with that guy from next class. How that works? Easy, he had detention and was supposed to do that in our class since his head teacher is our chemistry teacher. I swear I understand now why people would put so much make up into their faces so that they look good if it was to impress somebody else. I would do the same, if I didn't have too much pride. But I try to stay down to earth, he is untouchable, fullstop. I would like to let you know more about my events at school, but dad would just get mad at me if I come home late. I'm not walking home all that fast, so it takes quiet a while. See you later."
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Stowing away her things in her back, she swung it over her shoulder and headed out of the building. Today she spent some time with friends after school, hence why it was getting dark soon. "Do not come home when it's dark already." she recalled her father's words. Oh how worried he always was.
Gazing at the sky, she feared though that she wouldn't quiet make it home before it was getting dark.
Rushing past the store she had to buy fruits and other stuff at every Saturday morning she saw a fiuger standing under one of the streetlights. The sun was about to vanish already and darkness covered the streets. The figure proved to be the man from the shop. "Why would people wear a coat when it's this warm anyways? Aren't they afraid what others might think? That looks so awkward." she whispered while glancing at the man.
"Good evening, young lady." he greeted me in his smoky voice. Hands crossed in front of his chest he walked up to her.
"Good evening." she retorted, her voice a little shaky.
"It's quiet late for a young lady like you to walk around still. It's dangerous you know." Yuffie swallwed. "Yes I know, sir. But I am home soon, just a couple more streets." she tried to look into his eyes, but he kept his head turned away, gazing off into the distance.
"Mind if I join you on your way home?" he still didn't face her. Yuffie hesitated. But as he spun his head around to look at the girl she nodded. "Alright."
He strolled down the streets with her. She felt a little nervous next to him, his charisma was almost oppressing. He wouldn't talk a lot, just randomly ask her a little about herself, just to be 'nice' as he called it. Yuffie's house was close and knowing her father might wait outside for her, she stopped. "Thanks for coming along with me, but we'd better separate now, my dad would just get even madder at me as he is already." I chuckeled nervously. The man to her right stopped aswell and looked down at the young girl. "That's ok."
Her eyes fell onto the claw-like hand again. "I noticed you are interested in this." he said and raised his hand. Yuffie winced and backed away a little. "That's just fine." he smirked. "If we meet again, I will tell you about it."
Swiftly he turned around and walked away the opposite direction, where they were coming from. Yuffie watched his coat swimming along with his movements. There was still something extremely creepy about him.
She went on walking and just around the corner her dad yelled at her. "Yuffie, where the hell have you been?"
Wincing at the elder she lied. "We had do something for our project and it got late." Her father sighed and gestured for to go inside. "Go have dinner and then get to bed." he said sternly.
Yuffie did as ordered.
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Tuesday 12th evening:
"I had not expected to meet him again. As much as his presence is enthralling me, I assume that it's just his appearance that fascinates me. Anyone who would see us wlking like this together would think he is one of those men that carry off girls. Though I have to admit, he has something that makes me he would do that. I am really curious about the story behind his hand though. I have never seen someone like this. I guess, I will need to meet him again then, or rather, wait for him to find me. He knows where I live now. Was that a bad idea? My dad would go crazy if he knew. But then again, he could always pretend to be a customer. But what was his name again? Hm, I am sure it's written on the paper about reserving this globe. Just one more hour, then everyone's asleep and I can sneek downstairs and have a look. I am not that tired anyways."
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The said hour had passed and Yuffie sneaked out of her room, tiptoeing down the stairs. She knew which to skip so it wouldn't creak. She knew where her dad hid the key. In the drawer on the very left. Drawing out the key, she strode to the door that led from the kitchen into the shop. She was nervous she might wake anyone since the lock was so old, it would only loudly. Sneaking into the shop she searched for a torch. Switching it on she spotted the pile of pink papers. "Oh how I hate pink." she hissed. After good 10 minutes she had gotten her hands onto the copy. "Vicent Valentine." she read. Stiffling her giggles she whispere d his name again. "Vicent Valentine. What an interesting name."
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Well I hope you guys like it. Once again I'm looking forward to see reviews. :) I know there wasn't much of a Vincent x Yuffie moment so far. ;) But stay tuned.
