Chapter 3: Strange peaceful night and warm embraces.
The click sounds of the closed door pull Miyako back to reality. She realizes that she was left alone. Sinking to the floor, pulling her feet up tight to her body, hoping she would somehow manage to get a hold of the situation she's in.
"Okay so, my mom was on the floor, bleeding after a fight with my father. I ran away because i was being a moron and a pussy cat. I was heading toward to that runway bridge, I slipped. I saw some weird looking lady embedded in the rock in that cursed river. And apparently I was bleeding then was saved and taped up by some handsome guy with red eyes. I was unconscious for a week. My clothes changed. Now I'm here with god knows who and god knows where." She silently blurted out
Her little growling stomach grows wilder, desire for food become stronger, enough to throw the poor girl off her confused thoughts. Miyako took a curious look at the steamy bowl of soup on the table next to her. She could feel the hunger up to her throat, reaching out her hand and grab the bowl. She filled her nostrils with the pleasant smell to calm the wild hunger before taking the first taste. The salty liquid filled her dry mouth and satisfies her demanding stomach, awakening her senses. " Now that's better." She smiled happily.
"Food always makes ones feel better" the words her mom once said echoed through her head.
The thought of the mom tears her heart apart, swelling her mind with guilt. "I'm sorry, mom." Miyako sighed. After finishing the food, she now has enough strength to stand up and withstand the stinging sensation gradually increases. Her whole body tenses up, trying hard to drag herself to the nearby bed, hoping sleep would somehow calm that intense pain.
*Meanwhile in the living room*
"So, you're telling me that the girl was wrapped up in blood, not soaked in them?" Reeve raised his eyebrows in question.
"Isn't it the same thing?" Reno jumped in.
"There were blood vectors, rooting from her body, wrapped her around and protected her. " Vincent calmly explained, despise Reno's dumbfounded expressions.
" Uooooaaaahh, REALLY?!" Yuffie screamed excitedly
Yuffie's excitement ironically silenced everyone presented in Vincent's living room.
"I might need to collect some of her cells samples. I hope you don't mind." Shalua politely requests, breaking the awkward silence
"I just hope she isn't some kind of experiment created by some mad science freaks like Hojo." Reno blurted out, ignoring Vincent's glares
"Alright, we'll leave her in your care then , Mr. Valentine. She'll be an important key in finding Hojo." Reeve thoughtfully announced and put an end to the conversation.
WRO members didn't leave till dinner time, when the sun sets and be replaced by the moon.
*Vincent's POV*
This weird girl just randomly showed up , wrapped up in blood that day in front of me , near the Crystal Cave where my beloved Lucrecia rests. I did WRO a favour of saving her and showing her to them, now I have to be a babysitter too? Not that I mind though. Chaos might.
After saying goodbye to WRO members, I mindlessly pacing back to my room, checking up on the girl, she's lying on the bed, peacefully asleep. Her chest rises and falls, matching the rhythms of her breathing. The windows open, allowing the gentle winds to enter and cool off my room, dim moon light softly caresses her delicate features. Her chocolate brown hair tenderly hugs her oval face, long and curly eyelashes draw the attention to her phoenix-like eyes shape. Light skin tone compliments her rosy full lips.
I didn't realize I've been staring at her for more than 10 minutes until her cries yank me back to my senses. Her eyebrows knitted together as if she was in pain. Cold sweats crawl on her feverish skin. Her fragile fingers are clutching the fabric in front of her chest. Her breathing becomes more desperate as if someone's choking her. She pulls her knees closer, curling up into a ball , protects herself from the tormented heartache. Her trembling lips separate, talking some nonsense. I could hardly understand what she's saying. All I could make out of it was that she's being trapped in some horrible nightmares. Just like you. A vicious voice screams in my head. I quickly blocked Chaos from taking over my mind and turn on my insanity.
Right about when I started to leave to avoid Chaos's wild struggles within my body, her tiny hands shot out from underneath the blanket and grab on my cape.
" I'm not...a doll, Father...Mom didn't do anything wrong...I'm sorry ...for being useless...Mom...RRRUUUUNNNN!" she screamed out in fear, eyes still seal shut. Tears are rolling down those eyes.
*Miyako's POV*
Images of my father flashing on my mind, scarring my heart with his maniacally laugh. He would always say something about me being a doll and that I'm perfect, that I'm someone else, that I'm not loved.
" You left your mom, you heartless doll! I'm your father and I'm always right. Would you like to know why you ran away without saving your mom? It's because you have no heart, no emotions, your souls not real!" I heard her father's shrieking in her ears. I see my mom's radiated smiles in the sun and then, her beautiful face become horribly disfigure as it's drooping down on the floor into a pool of blood.
"Come back to me, my perfect doll. You're my key. You're my life and my future." I could feel my father's cold and bony fingers are frigidly clenching my neck, squeeze my wind pipes, threatening to shred my lungs into pieces.. I hopelessly scream and kick as I feel my alveolus is crying for oxygen.
Within my intense struggle, I could feel my shaking fingers being entwined with a large, rough hand. The heats of those hands send courage in my heart, shielding me away from the nightmares.
The miserable agonies ceased as the gentle warmth envelop my body. I slowly drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
*Vincent's POV*
The troubled girl suddenly swing her legs everywhere as if she's trying to get rid of something invisible monster threatening her in her dreams. Her sleep talking trapped in my minds, it seems like I might know very well every emotions she's going through. I rested her hands in mine, her skin blaze furiously with the fever, despising the fact that her body's heating up, the girl's still shaking. I can't bear seeing her suffer in order to fight the monsters in her dreams all by herself...You left your beloved woman when she needed you the most. What does that make this girl any special? Does she make you think of your old days? Around thirty years ago? Before I was trapped in your body by the hand of your Lucrecia? Chaos gives me a violent stir. I strained all my mind power into blocking Chaos.
*Third person's POV*
Vincent quietly slides his gloved hand under her neck, his other hand supporting her legs, gently moving her farther into the bed, making some room. Then he, carefully place himself next to her, his gloved hand place her head on his shoulder, his other hand secures around her waist, pulling her closer, shelter her with his body from the monster she's fighting. He willingly allow the greedy little girl nestle closer to his body, to be protected by his body heat. Somehow, her sleeping face filled his heart with strange comfort and floods his mind with undeniable peace. The wrinkles between her brows straighten and it sets Vincent at ease, knowing the girl's no longer being tortures by her nightmares.
Something flashes across his mind."Right. I still need to check her wounds." His hand slides under her shirt, feeling her hot skin under his cold metal claws. He carefully tries not to rip the girl's clothes off or worsen the upside down V-shaped wounds, which run down from her shoulder blades down to her kidneys. " Those wounds look just like where wings should have been." Vincent thought to himself. Unable to feel any blood under his touch, he lets out a relief sigh, then draws his attention to the girl, who is now, sleeping peacefully in his embrace, Vincent's slowly dripped off to sleep , listening to her slow, deep breaths.
That night, it was the night he feels strangely comfortable and at peace.
