A/N: Let's delve into Vincent's psyche, shall we?
The Woman of His Heart, Tamer of the Beast Within
Vincent lay in bed…dreaming. He dreamt of his past, a day in his relentless childhood.
A young Vincent followed his father, always a step behind. The businessman that was his father inspected the docks he owned. He made sure that each part of his grand company ran flawlessly. As he examined the wharf, a man ran up to the father and son.
"Vincent," he said. Both of them turned around. "There is something that needs your presence."
"What is it?" The older man said. "This is the only time I have to show my son the docks before he goes back to his studies."
"I'm sorry but the seamen of the Dominion are becoming too rebellious."
"Very well," he turned around to face his 10-year-old son. "Vincent, I want you to go back to the manor. I'll shall have to show you the workings of the docks some other time." The father turned back to the assistant, "Go on ahead and try to control the crew."
"Right away."
The older Vincent walked away from his son and left him alone. The young boy was scared and simply stood in the middle of the walkway. He shook himself out of his fear and turned around and walked toward home. Vincent didn't want to go home. Going home only meant more work for him, more math, more penmanship exercises, more books, nothing more but an inauspicious life.
A trio of older boys stood in Vincent's way. The leader held a wooden sword in his hands. Vincent stopped short of them and looked at the ground.
"Look what we have here guys, the little pipsqueak from the huge house. Always prancing around in those clothes of his, eating like a prince," He turned to Vincent. "What are you doing here pipsqueak? Here in town, we run the show, not your father."
"Move, I need to go home," Vincent muttered.
"What was that pipsqueak? You want to go home? Why, so you can cry to your mommy? Let's get him!"
Vincent stood still as the boys tackled him. One punched his stomach while the others kicked him in his ribs. After they finally stopped their beating, the leader spat on him and they walked off. Laughing. Vincent strained to get up. His lips were busted and swollen and his stomach cried out in pain. His left eye became swollen shut as he got to his feet.
Taking small steps, he finally made it to the manor. He walked inside the gate but didn't enter his house. He instead made his way around the house and to the top of the hill that gave him a view of the town below. He sat down and let tears run down his eyes.
"One day, I'll have enough power to be important. Enough to escape my father's shadow and enough to give people what they deserve," Vincent wiped the blood from his bottom lip. "Then I can do whatever I please. With enough power, no one man can stop me. Just like how my father is right now. No, I want more. More so I can finally just be the way I want to be."
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"Good job Lyndis," Vincent said. "You're finally following my code perfectly."
Lyndis, wearing a red and black dress, sighed, "It was either that or get fired. Your words anyways."
Vincent was inspecting the inn Lyndis ran. He had a clipboard in hand and his quill in the other. He wanted to make sure that at least the inn by his house was following the code he created. It wasn't too hard to keep up at all, but it was just a little eccentric. Lyndis always made that known.
Vincent chuckled, "You know I would never fire you." He scribbled on his clipboard and then turned to look at her, "Tell me, how is business and so forth."
"We're doing good. Revenue is up 3, if you want to know," Lyndis said. Boredom was driving her insane. "Are we done here?"
"In a minute," Vincent said. They made their way to the front desk. Vincent placed his clipboard on the desk and looked over to Lyndis, "Nothing else?"
Something about Vincent caught Lyndis off guard. Maybe it was because she never truly looked at him before. His strong will was behind the red mirrors of eyes he had. She couldn't help but melt at the strong determination he held. Locks of hair carelessly fell into his eyes, just too sexy for her.
Lyndis looked away, her face reddening. "Get a grip Lyn. This is your best friend's hubby. You can't just start undressing him with your eyes."
"Lyndis?"
"Not that's it Vincent," Lyndis said. "Was he always that good looking?"
"That's good," Vincent said. "Might as well go home now."
"Have to escape…" Lyndis smiled, "I'm sure you do. Got a lovely wife waiting dontcha?"
"Very well," Vincent said. He picked up his clipboard, "I'll see you later then." Vincent exited the inn. He stood outside in the bright light from the sun. He shielded his eyes and started walking home.
Lyndis collapsed in her chair, "That was close. Why the hell did I find myself so attracted to Vincent all of a sudden? I've known him for who knows how long. Well, whatever, he's gone now."
Vincent opened the front door. He smiled at the awakening Malon, calmly drinking a cup of coffee.
"Hey sweetheart," Vincent said. "Just getting up?"
Malon nodded, "Where have you been?"
Vincent walked over to her and took the coffee from her, "This will be the death of you. I was doing a routine inspection. Where's Clair?"
"Give it back," Malon whined, trying to get her coffee back. Sulking, she admitted defeat, "Clair left to the market. She got bored and wanted to buy stuff. Vinnie, want to go to the ranch with me?"
Vincent smiled, "Nothing would make me happier."
"Really? You have no protest about going?" Malon asked. "You know, just when I thought that you have become another person, you return to the Vincent I love."
"Sorry about that," Vincent said. "Ready when you're ready."
An hour passed before Malon was ready to go. Vincent didn't care though, he was with her and that was all that mattered. They walked the dirt path of Hyrule Field, inching their way to the place Malon once called home. Along the way, Vincent kept close to his beloved. She loved his company, because all their problems weren't nonexistent anymore.
They walked into the ranch, hand in hand. Malon couldn't help but be extremely cheerful. She ran from Vincent and embraced her father. Vincent smiled as he continued to walk toward them.
"Hey daddy, everything's been good here?" Malon asked.
"Of course," Talon replied. "Everything has gotten so much simpler since ranch hands have come to help. I must thank Vincent."
"There's no need for that," Vincent said, overhearing the conversation. "It's part of my…" he sighed. "Job now. I guess it can't be helped. Just thankful that you produce the same quality milk."
Malon giggled, "True, you love drinking warm glasses of milk every chance you have."
"And I trust you've been taking real good care of my daughter right?" Talon asked.
Vincent's small smile became a small frown. He quickly changed it back, "I do my best. I treat her right but…maybe its just stress. I'm sure you understand what I'm saying."
"Hard to juggle both a company and a family? I know Vincent," Talon said.
"But Vincent does his best and that's all I ever ask," Malon said, hugging Vincent. "He may be tired all the time but I'm sure no marriage is ever perfect."
"Speaking of a family, when do I expect grandchildren to spoil?" Talon asked merrily.
Vincent's eyes widened, "Grand…children?"
Malon smiled. That was Vincent all right. "Dad, Vincent is a little…against children."
Talon laughed, "Like most young men are. I was the same way. Sure was a surprise when your mother told me you were coming along Malon. And like most young men, I quickly changed my opinion about children the moment I knew I was having one."
"I'm not sure if I can say an opinion here," Vincent said. "Either way can get me in hot water."
Talon shook his head. He knew exactly what Vincent was aiming at. It is not like any father likes knowing his precious daughter is in bed with a man. Especially during their teen years but love is love. "Will you plan on staying for dinner?"
Malon looked at Vincent, "Do you want to stay?"
"Your call," Vincent said. "Either way I get a meal right? Lucky me because I have a powerful hunger in my stomach."
"That's because you don't eat," Malon said. "Are you sure?"
"Yes Malon. Let's stay if you want to stay."
Malon turned back to her father, "Guess we're staying."
Talon smiled, "Good. Listen I got to finish my duties here and look into dinner. You two enjoy yourselves." Talon walked away from them and into the house.
Vincent walked closer to the coral. The sun sat high above him as he stared at the running horses within the coral. A silver mustang galloped with the others. It neighed happily when it caught the site of its master. Elliptus galloped over to Vincent and poked its muzzle through the bars. It tried to nudge Vincent from its position.
"Vinnie?" Malon asked, bothered. "Something wrong?"
"Not at all," Vincent said without turning to look at her. "Just looking at the horses. Elliptus looks like he found the perfect place from him," he touched his horse affectionately. "I did too." Vincent turned around and picked up Malon. He spun around with her and finally set her down.
Malon laughed as he gently set her down, "Did you?"
Vincent smiled, "With the woman I love here, where else would be best for me? You know Malon, I somehow managed to finish that mountain of paper work and all I have now is routine inspections and such. A little bit more of current paperwork. Finally I can show you how much I really love you. Maybe start that family you wanted so much."
Malon smiled at his comment, "Weren't you just scared of children minutes ago? What made you change your mind?"
"I kind of just realized that my work is finished. With that revelation, I see the more important things I have waiting for me," Vincent retorted. He kissed her lightly, "I'm just too lucky to have you as a wife."
"For better or for worse. Of course, with you its always better."
"Now who's being corny?" Vincent asked, bringing up the many times he said something clichéd to her.
"Corny?"
"But sweet," Vincent said as an answer.
Malon stood silent at his comment. She never thought he would remember that, "Vinnie, did you ever manage to name the sword I gave to you?"
"Actually I did," Vincent answered. "The day you barged into my office and sat on my desk. I decided to call it 'Eternity's Love'. What do you think of it?"
"Somehow, it's just what I thought you'd name it," Malon responded. "How did you handle all that work so fast? Weren't you struggling with it before? I was gone for only one day and you finished everything."
"Oh, well," Vincent paused as he searched for an answer. After moments of racking his mind, he sighed, "I really don't know. After you said goodbye, I was became withdrawn again. Guess I wouldn't remember much during that time if I wasn't truly there right?"
"I guess so," Malon said. She became worried again. Vincent didn't normally give such an unbelievable answer like that. "I miss the day when we didn't care much about anything but us. It seems like so long ago and… I want to have it back again."
Vincent face saddened, "If I could turn back time, I would. We were happier a year ago weren't we? I didn't have an entire business empire on my shoulders and Ganondorf was sealed away. Not a care. Not a worry. Please forgive me Malon."
"Forgive you? For what?"
"For letting you down. You wanted a simpler life and I didn't give it to you."
"Don't do that to yourself Vincent. It was never your fault. But I want to know why you don't tell me everything. Link told me of your problem. Why did you keep it from me?"
Vincent's browed furrowed, "He told you about it then. Look, Malon, I didn't want you to worry."
"Vincent, I worry about how you been acting. You should've told me. We could've figured something about it. I know you mean well but I'm your wife. If you can keep a secret from me, then there's no real way I can really trust you. Seeing as how you don't seem to trust me."
"Malon…I'm sorry."
( . ) ----------- A/N: Oogie Boogie, I will eat your soul!
Vincent and Malon walked up the steps to the village they called home. Malon didn't speak much to Vincent after she told him of his mistake. He tried, often, to atone for his error but he had no prevail. Malon let herself be mad at Vincent. She may have known but it was a different story before.
As they walked closer to their house, Malon began to walk ahead of Vincent. Vincent made an effort to catch up but Malon only picked up her speed. He sighed and returned to his normal pace. Malon veered and walked into the café.
Malon stormed into the café and took a seat at her usual table. She crossed her arms and looked away from her house. Tesan, a little perplexed, sat down seconds later when he saw her walk in.
"Something the matter?" he asked.
"Vincent," Malon said angrily.
"He's still giving you trouble? I wonder why you're still with him. You should never have to go through all this drama. Coffee?" he asked.
Malon shook her head, "I just want to thank you Tesan. You've been here for me a lot."
Tesan decided to do what he always wanted to do. He took this chance for himself, "You need a real man Malon." He leaned in and kissed her on the lips.
Malon was shocked at first but didn't resist him.
Vincent stood outside the café. His hand gripped the doorknob. He felt like he shouldn't walk in. Vincent hesitated. He swallowed whatever pride he had left and opened the door. His eyes widened at the sight within. He couldn't believe it and then, his eyes began to glow.
A/N: Ha ha! Cliffhanger. You have to wait for the next chapter. That dream should be explained next chapter. I want to say something about your theory Zos, but I can't.
