A/N: I've noticed a decline in the reviews in Nataku's Wrath's fanfiction, The Gunslinger, seriously guys, it's pretty awesome in keeping the attitude of Vincent, as mine is more philosophical XD.
Also, I hope the holidays have been treating you all well! For me, well, pretty cool, but recently, the weather's been out of whack. No snow, but tons of rain. Tons and tons, so I'm stuck here, finishing this story.
Hopefully, this chapter will be good!
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Disclaimer: FF7, and FF9 are not mine. The ideas concerning storybending crap, that's mine.
And a special guest character is to be added. Not an OC, but a special guest, who is real (well, a real fanfiction writer XD)
Thank you.
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The boy stopped shaking, the desperation disappearing. Vincent felt a strange, and eerie calm upon the ship.
But then, he felt great power.
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"WHY!?!?!?"
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Anger sparked, his eyes flared.
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Vincent could tell.
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Something had broken.
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And Vivi was pissed.
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Chapter IV.
Part III.
To Part and Renew.
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A great blaze of light burst and the color of obsidian were forced into everyone's eyes. The wind, by some strange phenomenon had stilled. Eyes remained on Vivi, who grabbed the whole of their attention.
And suddenly, a great burst of wind exploded from the epicenter of the ship. Boards and planks were broken under Vivi's feet, and the color around him began to flow around him. His yellow eyes glared at the Black Waltz III, and he brought his hands up.
The obsidian energy flowed directly onto his hands, and traveled down. It wrapped around his arms, down to his shoulders, his torso, and his legs. It then traveled upward, up his neck, over his hat, and over his darkened face.
All watched, fascinated. Vincent even felt Chaos, whose attention was on the boy, an immeasurable amount of power was sharply rising. Vincent purposely walked only a bit forward, allowing him the visage of Vivi's new form, hopefully. However, he did keep his claw arm in front of him, intending to do serious damage in case of any sort of . . . defective mis-happening.
The glowing faded, showing a revealed Vivi. However, he looked different.
No. He looked VERY different.
His coat was now fitted to his body from the waist up, which showed his thin stature. But the front of the coat was open, revealing a bare black chest, and the pinstriped pants that were loosely fitted onto his waist. A set of belts were in the front, the first few replaced the clasps of his coat from the neck, to the waist. The rest of the belts were attached from the back, and created crosses in the front, making the coat flare outward due to the stiff leather belts and chains that forced it to remain outward.
His hands were not gloved, but were instead covered by pure white bandages, the ends being whipped here and there in the currents of the air. Some black was revealed, but barely.
His hat was now hanging behind him; a string of white was tied to it, and laced around Vivi's neck.
Now it was possible to see Vivi.
His shockingly bright hair was long, and tied by a leather strap, similar to that of Zidane's, minus the shortness. It reached to the end of his back, and why no one had seen his hair was still a mystery. The hole that Vincent saw in the memory was covered, and knew that if a strong wind passed, that hole would be visible once more.
His skin was unfortunately covered by the same dark skin, and his eyes were still as yellow as before. But Vincent remembered as the recalibrated memories returned for a mere second. And remembering Vivi's screams from those memories reminded him of how he lost the physical aspects of his humanity.
Vincent looked to the Black Waltz III, who remained frozen. He looked back at Vivi. Vivi remained there, staring with deep hatred at the Black Waltz. Then, Vivi turned to Vincent, his eyes looking straight into his own.
He knew what the boy wanted. The emotions flowing outward were uncontrolled.
Anger. Sorrow. Rage. All these negativities needed to be let out. It was ravaging the area, the energy around him made him feel the whole of these powerful emotions.
'So be it.'
Vincent strode to the side, and allowed Vivi to step further.
Vivi took a step closer.
Zidane made a step to Vivi.
But Vincent raised an arm in the front of Zidane. "Vince, what—"
Vincent remained there, staring forward, allowing his arm to stay in the air. He let it remain, long enough for BOTH the thief and the knight to notice the barrels of the gun that were humming, and the bangle that glowed.
"Oh." Zidane nodded his head in suddenly understanding. And Vincent lowered his arm. He did hear Zidane and Steiner ready themselves, but they did so with maximized silence, the only thing heard was the soft unsheathing of their metal weaponry.
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Vivi stepped closer, a hand raised. Power was ebbing off from right hand, the staff in his left. It was the same staff that was used from the moment he had been carried away by the Prima Vista. It was the same staff, with its gnarled top, and its dark creases, which gathered dirt, dust, and blackness from the collection of their current journey.
And it began to glow dark obsidian as well. Like Vivi, it began to change in the light.
The weary wood became renewed, now in a rich sheen of black. The black streaks were now white, and strange characters were written on the staff. The top of the gnarled staff was no longer gnarled. Instead, it was replaced by a polished orb of yellow at the top, which shined maliciously.
Black and white mixed light flowed around the orb of the staff. Vivi held it in awe, feeling the power ebbing from it.
And then his eyes locked on the Black Waltz III.
"They were made, just like you. Why did you kill them?" He asked in an unusually calm voice. This may have shaken the party, but Vincent knew. The rage was being held back on purpose.
"Those clones . . . were nothing like me. And they are worthless, unable to think for themselves . . . My intelligence and build is what separates me from them . . . and from you, prototype." The Black Waltz III said in response, spitting out the words.
"I see . . ." Vivi's eyes glared at the being before him. He lifted his staff, and slammed it into the broken floor beneath his boots.
A shockwave was created, and the mist around the orb disappeared instantly.
"Fire." An orb of fire exploded, but the Black Waltz III had sensed its manifestation, and stepped to the side. If it was possible, the Black Waltz III would have smirked in arrogance.
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"Blizzard." Shards of ice erupted from beneath. The Black Waltz III's curved eyes widened. A quick flap of the wings allowed the being just the right amount of space between the ice and his body. The Black Waltz III snapped its head towards the child.
'It isn't possible.'
The black mage was supposed to only be a beginner in magic. He was supposed to recite incantations for one, and he was supposed to only launch one attack at a time because of the mental strain.
And yet, this mage before him had just defied what was against his build. He wasn't supposed to be able to do that.
'There is no way.'
The Black Waltz III's eyes narrowed. "Child . . . you're still too weak to defeat me." The Black Waltz pumped its wings, and was in flight.
Vivi turned, following the Black Waltz III's zooming body. Vincent kept his eyes closed, listening to the distortions in the air around him. The flapping of the wings, the slow turns that weakened the gusts of the air around them, anything that made a slight disturbance in the airflow.
"Ha ha! Child, how can you hit a target that moves with the wind?" It was a rhetoric question, and the Black Waltz III laughed as it continued to disappear and appear in different places.
Time passed, and the Black Waltz III continued to maneuver in and out of the distance between Vivi and the air around. Each time it shouted, sneered, and snickered rude remarks and insults, trying his best to cause the little mage to react. However, all Vivi did was squint, his eyes concentrating.
But the Black Waltz III was right. How could he fight a moving target, a flying one nonetheless?
"Vivi . . ." Vivi's ears picked up Vincent's deep voice.
Seconds passed.
"Close your eyes."
" . . . ." Vivi remained silent, wondering why Vincent would want him to shut his eyes. But he trusted the man, and snapped his eyes shut. He took a deep and nervous breath inward. "Now what?"
"Concentrate."
Vivi nodded his head slowly, before concentrating, following the words that Vincent gave to the very core.
Darkness was before him, behind him, all around him. All he could hear was the wind, and the flapping of wings.
Wings . . .
Vivi's inner eye opened instantly in realization. Vivi concentrated more on the sounds.
The wings flapped slowly, as if remaining in place for a certain period of time.
Then, the wings flapped faster, and he heard it move to the right. He kept his eyes closed, but his ears remained open, listening.
The wings slowed once more, remaining in place. Vivi slowly moved his left hand, and let it rest on the staff.
And suddenly, the flapping stopped. But it was for a mere second.
He heard another flap of the wings, but this one was hard, snapping in the air. The sound of whipping cloth and crackling made him alert.
Vincent's eyes slowly opened, and Vivi's eyes snapped open at once. Vincent looked at where Vivi was, and then his eyes were on the fast-moving Black Waltz, who was flying straight into Vivi.
He watched.
Vivi side stepped, allowing his body to shift the front to face where the Black Waltz III was coming from. He brought his staff forward, the yellow orb glowing brightly. He closed his eyes, muttering words beneath his breath. But as he began to finish his chant, the orb itself was shivering, vibrating, shining brighter then ever before.
He opened his eyes.
"Fira!!!"
A greater ball of flames erupted from the orb, shooting straight at the Black Waltz III. The winged mage flew to the side, but didn't see Vivi clench his fist.
The spell exploded like a bomb, causing a wave of power to envelop, and overcome the Black Waltz III's already moving body.
The Black Waltz III's body went down, and slammed into the deck of the ship. He groaned in pain, but pushed itself up with mechanical ease. The Black Waltz looked at Vivi, who now began to show signs of fatigue. The Black Waltz III swept itself up, standing confidently as it saw the power before him wane.
This made Vivi angry.
Vivi's eyes narrowed. "Don't underestimate me!! I'm not a copy!!" He yelled at the Black Waltz III, his shyness forgotten. He raised a staff up once more, and a quick shift in power erupted. "Thunder!"
The Black Waltz III sneered. It stabbed his staff into the ship, and bent down.
The lightning was attracted to the pole, and hit it, negating the attack due to the wood absorbing its destructive power.
However, laces of the attack had hit the Black Waltz III. The being was shocked, and was launched further away from his staff. The Black Waltz III's body was twitching, and was momentarily frozen. Vivi took no chances as he launched another attack.
"THUNDER!!" Vivi now gasped out. He held his hand up high into the air, his staff pointing into the sky, humming as it called forth the power.
Another bolt came rushing down, and this time, it hit its target. It was a solid hit, and the Black Waltz III was now shaking violently as the power overpowered him. The Black Waltz's ragged cry was loud and shrill, and revealed the pain it was experiencing.
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The Black Waltz glared in pain at the boy before it, flying from the ship's deck.
The failure, it was before him, and it had drawn enough power to destroy him.
How dare he!?!
He was defying his build, his purpose, and most of all.
His expiration date.
Why? It was because he was a simple prototype. He had no other purpose besides being the blueprint for the new species of beings on Gaia.
And upon the completion of the first Black Waltz, it was supposed to be deactivated. He was supposed to be dead. He was never supposed to see the light of day.
So why?
The Black Waltz III's vision seemed to cut itself off at that last thought.
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Vivi's body was trembling as well, his hands were outstretched, and the staff in their clutches was shaking violently. He held out the spell, trying to add more power to the spell.
However, not all things can end as powerful well as this.
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It seems unfortunate. Fate itself was against him. Even after all the horrifics that have occurred in his rather limited life.
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He has no memories of his past. He has no attachments to anyone besides the one who found him abandoned in the wilderness. And that person wasn't . . . exactly around. After all, his grandfather was old, and his time was inevitable, as he did cause his own death.
He had wandered . . . alone. He had been chased by monsters, both big and small, singles and clans, all were out to get him. He hid, fled, and was ravaged by beasts and creatures that saw him to be weak.
And then, he had reached Alexandria. It was his salvation, and yet, his curse.
The ticket he had redeemed for the famous 'I WISH TO BE YOUR CANARY' play was a fake. He still wondered how the hell he mistook it, as the title of the ticket was 'I WISH TO BE YOUR CROW.'
And then he met his first friend.
Well, he wasn't sure if he could call him a friend. But then again, he was the first who helped him.
They had snuck into the castle, where the theatreship was docked and ready, setting up for the famous play. They had reached in time to hear the orchestra play its famous tunes, and fireworks and sparkles gleamed above, easily impressing the nobles. The swordfight was truly a remarkable one, where Zidane had used cat-like agility and flexibility to perform almost impossible moves and techniques, one including a split and kick.
However, the fun ended when the Knights of Pluto had sighted them. Puck abandoned him and he had to fend for himself. He had reached the stage, and unfortunately, had almost set the Princess of Alexandria on fire. This caused panic, and the airship was damaged, and they were thrown into the Forest of Death.
But then, life seemed to change as he and Steiner were rescued from near death thanks to Zidane, as well as a tall dark man in a blood red cloak. He would soon learn that his name was Vincent Valentine.
Zidane Tribal was like a brother now, being a person who would bring the greater things in life to light, and Garnet (now is known as Dagger) Til Alexandros was the seemingly nice sister-to-be, even if she was of royal blood. Aldebert Steiner, although a bit uptight, was almost similar to that of a parental figure, worrying about his and Princess Garnet's safety on this journey. He could even depict scenes were Zidane and Steiner acted the horrible, and yet amusing father-son relationship.
And finally, there was Vincent Valentine. When he had first met him, he was not scared at all by his deathly appearance. In fact, he was drawn to him, feeling something that only he had experienced until now.
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Loneliness.
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When he asked questions, he would shoot them down, but left him the needed satisfaction from those cryptic answers. And when curiosity wrought out its hideous head, Vincent would somehow have the ability to tame this wild and skillful beast, like a masterful beast tamer. It was almost as if he had experience with such questions.
Perhaps he did have such experience. He did always seem to hold this "otherworldly" aura around him.
He saw him not only as a friend, a companion, and a fighting ally.
He saw him as a mentor, someone who was continuing his grandfather's work, even surpassing it as he left behind leaflets of knowledge behind for him to pick up.
And now, they were on this journey, and Vivi stared in the face of a counterpart.
He believed that the strength he had was coming from his precious people. He tried to remain strong in the wake of friends, drawing in more energy, and expelling it out at an alarming rate.
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The power he possessed however was now . . . waning.
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The obsidian darkness that had covered him was waning as well, no longer as bold, and was no longer pulsing. It was a dim flare of power, which was darkening with each passing second.
Vivi fell, catching himself before his head hit the ground. Hands and knees caught his now lead-weight body, and the light around him disappeared, showing the same overbearing clothing, as well as the weak and shaking character, confidence gone.
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The Black Waltz III had fallen overboard due to the power of the lightning attack, but it felt the power dissipating instantly. The lightning was still jumping about, disrupting the circuitry within its core.
At that moment, it noticed that he was in fact falling. Falling.
For some strange reason, it mechanically began to move, the vision before it turned black. A word appeared in front of his vision. A word in white.
FALLING.
But a jolt of energy destroyed the screen.
If you replaced the first L in the word falling, then you would have the word failing.
That word appeared.
FAILING.
FAILING.
The Black Waltz's body jolted as it saw the word in its vision.
No.
It couldn't fail!!
It could not fail!?!
The vision before it changed and it found itself floating in the air. The automatic system had kicked in as it seemingly rebooted. It glared, shaking.
He looked upward, and saw a flash of light. The ebony aura was gone, and he heard a body collapse on the ship. His curved eyes of yellow squinted, the lightning still affecting his thoughts.
The airship was too far away. It couldn't catch up due to the acceleration it was gaining. It had only caught up because of the strange maneuver (courtesy of Zidane of course).
It glared about, looking for something.
It found it.
It laughed maniacally, and flew towards it.
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Two twin jesters were seated in an airship. One was blood red, the other was ice blue. They were short, dwarfed beings, their long faces and pointy chins covered in white cream, their eyes had tattooed amethyst markings over their eyes.
But they were in an airship, a superior Alexandrian airship meant for speed.
"I—cannot fail . . . mission . . . retrieve . . . Princess!!!" It no longer spoke in smooth transition. It's speech was cut off as jolts of energy escaped and laced around its body.
The two jesters heard maniacal screams in the air, and saw the Black Waltz III. Each panicked, but abandoned ship as the Black Waltz III took control of the contraption. It powered it up, and soon enough, zipped towards the cargoship.
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Dagger remained steady with the airship, her eyes now on the South Gate. Vivi had won the battle, and regained some energy. He was peering over the side, looking for the remnants of the fallen black mages. All gave him space to contemplate what was to come, and to allow him some time to remain alone.
And yet, there are times when a person does not wish to be alone. There are times when a person needs attention.
That time was now.
It seemed all were either too busy, or were too concerned and allowed him that extra space.
But Vincent walked over slowly, and made no sound. He allowed Vivi to notice his presence.
"Hello." Sadness was in the black mage's voice.
Silence between the two. But Vincent knew. Vivi needed support.
He remained silent. Vivi needed to secure himself. He could say nothing if he remained clammed up. Isolating oneself would cause grave danger to the person.
"I . . ." Vincent allowed his ears to concentrate on him. "When I fought the Black Waltz . . . III, when I fought him with that power . . ." Vivi gripped the bar before him. It was what separated him from the drastic drop below. "I think . . . I saw something." Vivi hesitated. He needed a push.
"Something?"
That was the push.
"Yes." Vivi stared upward. "I saw . . . a woman. She was . . . looked nice." If anyone could somehow see beyond the shroud of darkness, they'd see a warm smile. "She was nice. She had long blonde hair . . . and her eyes were blue. Really blue. And when she smiled . . ." His yellow eyes brightened. "I felt like smiling. Like now, I'm smiling now. Can you see it?"
Vincent smirked, and nodded.
"Vivi . . . do you only remember her now?" Vincent inquired.
"Yes." Vivi's eyes suddenly darkened. "But she cannot be anyone important. I'm a black mage . . . I'm supposed to wrought out destruction."
"Perhaps . . ." Vivi's eyes darkened. Where had he not heard this before, Vincent thought. "If you reveal more of who you are, you can see what differs you . . . from them."
It seemed Vivi got the picture. He was pretty sharp for a 9 year old.
"You mean—"
"The air around you upon the invokement of that power, you showed confidence, calm, and freedom." Vincent almost glared at the child, but refused to look down into his eyes. "Remember the sensations you felt upon invoking it. And keep those sensations and feelings with you." A feeling ran down Vincent's spine, and a whisper within his mind erupted. "For those feelings will only assist you in your journey."
Vivi felt himself pulled by his cryptic message. "What journey?"
"Your identity." Vincent stated, closing his eyes. "Create what you are. Do not allow destiny to mold you as it determines you to become." Vincent turned, allowing Vivi to see the claw. "Destiny has wrought this, and attempts to do it once more, and I continue to defy destiny's binds."
"What do you defy?" Vivi asked.
Vincent thought carefully. Any wrong answer may become a door. And the door may open what he wished to not reveal.
He answered.
"What is inevitable."
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Zidane leaned against the guard bar with his eyes closed, listening to the conversation. He smirked, and snapped his cat-like eyes open. "Vince . . . you vampire . . ." Zidane stopped himself from laughing. The answer Vincent had given would open many possibilities, and yet, these possibilities could lead to false conclusions.
Opening a cryptic question will only reveal cryptic answers, answers that would lead any curious eye the wrong way.
He was good.
Very good.
"I gotta hand it to you Vince, you're too much. No one's gonna figure it out, not even me. I can only think of one or two reasons, and they're probably wrong." He whispered, no one hearing his words. He chuckled softly to himself. He pushed himself off the bars, walking towards the two. The conversation needed to end.
He brightened his face, and brought up the energy, seriousness erased.
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"Yo Vivi!" The silence between the two was gone, broken by the thief. Vincent could only feel like glaring at the thief. But he stopped as he saw Zidane comfort Vivi in his energetic way. His way of cheering up the child was by acting brotherly, and being as conniving as ever.
For a second, he saw something flash in Zidane's eyes. But that seriousness disappeared, replaced by that boyish charm.
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Vincent almost felt like sighing in annoyance, when the sudden sight of a rather unwanted figure appeared before them. He readied himself instantly, having felt that cold sensation long ago.
"I MUST RETRIEVE THE PRINCESS!!!" It screamed, a hand sparking with energy was raised up.
"Enough." Vincent said strongly. This caused the attention to draw to him.
Vincent pulled away the safety of Cerberus, and fired.
The Black Waltz III screamed with agony, grasping its stump-of-a-hand. Flooding black mist spewed from it, and was destroyed by the powerful currents of the wind. It howled animalistically, pulling itself away, causing the ship to veer away from the cargoship.
Not even a moment later, the being recovered, and was going to crash into the cargoship once more. It wouldn't stop, its function now ruptured thanks to Vivi's power.
Vincent now knew what to do. He saw Zidane, who was trying to keep Vivi from running at the Black Waltz III, look at him.
Vincent mouthed words to the thief, only allowing him to finally see what he was saying.
Hold.
Him.
Back.
There was a moment. Time froze. The two kept eye contact.
Zidane nodded.
And Vincent jumped.
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Familiar winds cradled his body, and Vincent allowed the winds to guide him to his destination. He heard cries of his name, and felt the rise of worry and fear upon his back. He dismissed them.
This was enough.
Not one.
Not two.
But three Black Waltzes had caused havoc in their little caravan.
'Enough is enough.' Vincent thought to himself, and to Chaos.
'Indeed.'
"It is time to end this production line." Vincent muttered as he came closer to the ship.
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The ship's controller's eyes were on Vincent, whose red cape swirled around him. His hair whipped behind him, his blood red eyes locking him in place. Pale porcelain skin shined in the darkness, and an angelic-like face was fitted within the middle of this darkened aura. No emotions were on his face, and a merciless feeling surrounded the man's body.
The Black Waltz III could not scream in the face of this angel of hell. It could not move an inch as Vincent flew closer.
Time slowed, Cerberus clicked.
Vincent mouthed words that only the Black Waltz III could read.
Die.
Time sped up once more, and Vincent shot the rounds, a total of 3. One hitting the front of the airship. Another shot through one of the wings of the ship, and the last hit the other wing.
Without the needed support, the airship no longer drew closer to the cargoship. The winds blew cruelly, taking the airship, ripping it apart in its waves and waves of power.
A great plume of smoke and fire enveloped the ship as it crashed into the mountainside.
That was the end of the Black Waltz III.
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Vincent Valentine allowed a small smirk. And as he fell through the barriers of the mist, he allowed himself to look upward towards the cargoship, which began zooming through the South Gate.
They were safe.
Vincent smirked. He was becoming soft. He chuckled.
But a powerful voice yelled. "VINCENT!!!!"
He looked closer, and found Vivi, who leaned over the bar. He was being held back by Steiner, who like any parental figure, kept him from doing the extreme.
The other next to the berserking Vivi and the struggling Steiner was Zidane, who watched him with cool eyes, those cat-like slits squinting in his direction.
If the child did possess the sixth sense, then he would know.
Vincent Valentine cannot die easily.
Scratch that.
He couldn't die.
It was impossible for Vincent Valentine to die.
And he fell through the mist, and closed his eyes. He shut his body down, and lost all consciousness.
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A man sighed. He had just become a man, now at the blooming age of 20. He had short wild brown hair, and eyes that were barely a few notches from being considered black. He stood tall and lean, but held hard lithe muscles on his body. Not a gram of fat was on it, attracting many wandering eyes. Luckily, he didn't have the exotic-like qualities that many women are too attracted to.
Now any man would be envious of such qualities. For instance, if there was a man with white hair or crisp blue eyes, women would latch onto that man instantly, and the handsome, but still ordinary men would mumble and grumble, or just be pissed off by the presence of this womanizer.
Not this man.
In fact, he could care less about such things, unless of course there was someone of interest that came into his life. But not now. He had no need to settle down, his spirit still holding the energy of a traveler and adventurer.
The pack on his back looked to be heavy, but he didn't struggle with it as he weaved through the foliage of the forest. He wore worn out clothing, showing that he had been traveling for some time. Despite his young experience, you could easily feel the worldly-aura around him.
His top consisted of a loose cloth. It was a dark rich blue, and had long sleeves, not allowing any to see his hands if they were remained down. Dark grey belts secured the top around his chest and torso, preventing it from ever becoming a sight hazard (flaring clothing hinders sight in battle) and continued on till the top of his waist. From there, the rest of the top flared down, hanging loosely around his legs in strips. There was one in the front, and one in the back, one on the left and one on the right, the slits would allow the person to move freely, and yet, covering his legs to prevent any to see his movements.
Black pants were loose on the bottom area, and dark grey sashes secured the loose ends. His feet were covered by black leathered boots, dark silver metal covering the leather.
At this moment, he was almost at the South Gate. But it was night, and that meant that the soldiers situated at the gate would not allow any travelers through. Luckily, there was a moogle, and he could easily set up a tent.
And then, he'd need to hitch a Chocobo somewhere, he just didn't know where.
"Dammit. Stupid road. I can't wait till I get to Lindblum." He said thoughtfully. "But if I'm lucky, and I DO find a Chocobo, I can reach Lindblum in no time."
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As he continued to walk through the foliage, he noticed something from the corner of his eye.
He turned, and saw red.
There laid a man, who looked dead. His porcelain skin stuck out easily in velvety crimson, his ebony hair only helped create the effect.
He was the same height, the same build, and held a feeling of darkness.
And in a way, he felt somewhat . . . fearful when in his presence.
He began to continue on, but noticed the broken branches above him. Had he fallen? Was he injured?
'Did he die?' The man thought.
This caused the young man to slowly venture over to the stilled man.
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Upon coming closer, he indeed held a handsome face now that he could see the whole of his face without the collar.
If any woman came across him, especially like this, so vulnerable.
He shivered. He did have that attraction, but the thought of a woman becoming rabid.
Now THAT, was scary.
He tried to feel for a pulse on the man's neck, as ever other place was clothed and covered.
He found none. And yet, he saw the man's chest rising and falling ever so faintly. Well, that was one sign of life.
He took hold of the shoulder, revealing a black clothed hand, and began to shake the man's shoulder. "Yo, you okay?"
There was no response at first. He continued to shake the man's shoulder, in hopes that the previous sign of life was not false. Even just the twitch of a finger would have been enough.
He blinked.
And suddenly, he felt a strong grip on the arm, and gasped. He found his eyes locked with eyes of blood.
"Oh crap. I woke up a vampire, didn't I?" He stated, nervously. His eyes then found the golden claw that was wrapped around his forearm. It had ripped through the cloth. But despite the sharpness of the claw, no blood was drawn. This seemed to make the vampire curious. He probably knew of the dangers of the claw.
"Who are you?" His voice calm, but powerful.
He raised a brow at the vampire's question. "Can you let go first?"
"You shall release my shoulder then." It seemed that the vampire didn't like bodily contact. And by the sounds of it, he meant it. He nodded his head.
"Sure."
The golden claw was withdrawn, and his arm was pulled back. He examined the claw marks on the sleeve. They were clean, and not a snag was seen.
"You asked a question, my name, right? Well, Nataku's the name."
" . . . . . ." There was silence from the other man, who seemed to slightly shake his head.
"You don't need to give—"
"It is but common courtesy. I am Vincent."
Nataku nodded. He raised a finger, ready to ask yet another. "Ar—"
"I am no vampire."
That shot it down. "Dang."
Vincent felt amused. 'Perhaps, some company will quicken my healing.'
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Kuro V. Higarashi's Last Minute Section:
And thus, ending this part! I have introduced a special character, his name Nataku, whose last name . . . is still being sought out for. Nataku's Wrath is the special character being placed in the storyline. Do not worry. The storyline itself will not be destroyed. However, he is there, for a very important reason, which regards to Vincent.
Do
not worry; he is not a character from Vincent's past. But like I
said before, he will play an important role. And now, I present my
responses to my reviewers!
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REVIEWERS' PIT STOP!
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Reiko: Dude,
I'll be seeing you later! Don't worry, project, got it!
J.: What's up? Well, I wrote the battle scene, hope this was alright XD
Ganymede123: Yo, I welcome thee, Ganymeded. So you're Sirius's brother? Cool dude, nice to meet you! I'm glad you're enjoying my work, despite the fact that your sister's addictiveness to Final Fantasy games turned you off to the subject! XD
Vince Fanatic: Wow, well, I hope you enjoyed the chapter! And thanks for the encouragement! Luckily, I still have TONS of tricks hidden in my ever so faithful sleeves XD
yllom21: I'm glad you enjoy how I write Vivi. Now Vivi has a more solid role in the story, as I am making him one of the key characters. And I hope you enjoy this chapter!
PhoenixCharmer116:
Kuro: Dude, no cheating, no gambling, and most of all, friendly crap. Yuffie, give me those kunais, Cloud, drop the sword, Vincent, hand Cerberus and Phoenix, don't go rabid.
Reiko: Sorry guys, Kuro's the card-game nazi. He has this amazing card throwing ability that he uses when ever he sees someone cheat.
At this moment, Yuffie attempts to slip more cheat cards into a hidden part of her clothing. Kuro snaps his wrist, the joker card revealed, stuck in her mouth.
Cloud, PC116: O.O holy shit.
Reiko: Eh, it's the usual. That means he's pissed.
Thanks for the review! XD
RedHerring1412: Sorry, no flare for you . . . yet. Really, I don't want to make Vincent into a Gary Stu. That'd just be catastrophic, and then I'd have to end this fanfic. You wouldn't want me to end it . . . would you ? O.o
Pleading For A Update: Wow, thanks a lot. I'm glad you liked it, and I've been able to beat FF7 and FF9, love the endings! .
Saya-ping: Hey,
thanks! But don't check unless you're given an alert. Or just
wait! But if you wish for an alert without having to go through the
stress of making an account, you can leave an e-mail address for me
to address to say, "MY FANFIC'S UP!!! LOOKIE LOOKIE XD". But
I'm just saying, so then that way, you won't be anxious like some
of my readers.
StevDown: Yep, I'm making Kuja the bad guy of course XD. There is a connection, but it won't be revealed until later. Just. Wait. FOREVER!! XD Just kidding, it'll be realized soon!
VinVal: Nope, I'm from Hawaii! Love the surf and sun, but I enjoy the rain and black coffee, as well as typing away at my laptop, wrecking havoc in computer systems world-wide. Just kidding! OR, am I? O.O . . . XD But I LOVE Washington! Since I got into PSU, if I get rejected, I can always transfer to UW later! XD
Nataku's Wrath: Well, got you up with an intro! I'm glad you enjoy the connections I'm making, there are more to come XD. I hope you look forward to the next part, where I shall reveal your fighting style, unless you want to PM a specific guideline to challenge me! I'm always up for a great challenge. And YES, you updated!! XD
Firehedgehog:
I'm listening too! And I'm on Youtube, listening to music with
the awesome visuals!! XD
Sirius: O.O you
know, threatening won't help! XD But I updated, nonetheless, and
on the day before new year's eve! XD Well, hope you enjoyed it!
Spica: Sorry,
can't update as much as of now. I'm busy with New Year's
preparations! But I'll try!
Ganeshi: Well, thanks for partially reviewing too! I hope you enjoyed this, and I hope the PM regarding all the 123 family's reviews have gone through. If not, just wait till Fanfiction's database is straightened out! X3
Yuleen75:
Thanks for the compliment on Vivi's past! I'm glad you enjoyed
it! I always wanted to make a reason for Vivi to have a trance.
Sega Genesis n' The 64 Live...: O.o I have no idea what that was about, nor do I know if you like my story as of far, but thanks for reviewing nonetheless, as well as the comment XD
Lord
Makura: No, I will ignore the
request. I can't make Chaos come out yet! I'm sorry!!!!
Please, not the whip, no!!!! XO
Leon
Darksword: Yo! Well, glad you're
still liking the story! And did you notice that Nataku's going to
be in it? XD Well, it's my thanks for including Reiko and I in
his fanfic! Also, your story's a bit long, sorry about all that, I
feel really REALLY guilty for that. X(
charles
ho: Of course the plot twists have to
be there! XD And besides, Vincent's currently not in the area at
the moment. BUT, he'll get back SOMEWHERE XD. Just wait!
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This ends this chapter! If you are interested, a friend of mine, J, is going to post a fanfic. Dunno what its about, but it'll be up soon!
Have a Happy New Year's!
Sincerely,
Kuro V. Higarashi
