I'm going to switch things up a little just because… We all need a little spice in our life, and I think you'll enjoy the little bonus in the beginning:
Recap: Tal is training with Vincent, Yuffie is still annoying (and is seeking revenge against Tal) Axel is still stalking Tal.
Chapter Begin:
Day 3 of Tal's training: With Sora, Riku, and Kairi…
A spiky haired brunette shoveled food into his mouth, living up to the stereotype of a growing teen male. Kairi and Riku stared at their breakfast, each not having much of an appetite; for lack of a better expression, worried sick. The well being of Tal weighed heavily upon their minds.
"I'm sure she's okay." Sora's words came out a little muffled with food being the cause.
Kairi nodded slowly. "I know."
Riku narrowed his eyes at his best friend. "That's gross Sora. Swallow before you talk."
The spiky haired youth nodded, washing down his breakfast with a glass of milk. Silence settled on the trio.
"Y'know," Sora began. "Do you think it was funny how Tal acted with Cloud?" Kairi gave him a thoughtful look, while Riku just stared. Sora continued. "I've been thinking about it, and it's a little strange. It wasn't like her normal fan girl self, but like, she knew how to make Cloud get Vincent to train her."
This caused a thoughtful moment of silence.
Riku gave Sora a sidelong glance. "You don't think she's smart enough to do that, do you?"
The brunette tilted his head, "I'm not really sure."
The three eyed each other, wondering; Was that really a fan girl act just to get what she wanted? Was she capable of such planning?
If she was capable of such ploys, that would make her a formidable foe, and a useful ally.
"Nah!" Riku and Sora said together, laughing at the notion of the protagonist being that intelligent. Don't misunderstand, they didn't think she was stupid, but only that she wasn't capable of such thoughtful manipulation.
Kairi though didn't discard the idea, Tal already proving to be more than just a bubbling mass of fan girl, despite the drastic measures it took to reveal the real girl outside of the fandom. To discard such a notion would be stupid, and no offense to Riku or Sora, but they sometimes were kind of stupid.
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A synopsis of what Tal and Vincent have been up to:
Every morning since Tal had arrived at Hollow Woods, had been the same. The bitter cold of early morning and uncomfortable sleeping arrangement kept the protagonist in a pseudo slumber. The conditions were undesirable, with a bed made of hard packed dirt, and her blanket was the thin and tattered cloak that Vincent generously gave.
She never asked for it, seeing such a request as a sign of weakness, and at such a crucial time weakness was not an option, but it was at his own discretion that it was offered, and the girl would have to been a fool to refuse.
Tal hugged her knees, sitting as close as possible to the fire, her skin prickling from the heat at the front, but her backside frozen from the frigid night air. She pondered the thought of tying herself to a rotary stick for the night, while trying to block out the constant annoyance of her chattering teeth.
Vincent felt pity for the teen girl, who was clad in a thin school uniform.
"Here." He held out his cloak, his eyes were neither soft nor gentle. Tal smiled gratefully, and took the coat.
"Thanks." She replied through chattering teeth as she wrapped it around her shoulders, and looked back into the fire, daring to scoot back a bit, and stare into the dancing flame, that crackled, and licked the logs hungrily. Slowly her eyelids grew heavier, and before long she was snoring softly, her face buried into her knees.
The ex-Turk silently moved the girl far enough from the fire to prevent any unwanted accidents, and laid her down to sleep.
And so, the girl acquired the makeshift blanket during the first night, and since then, when the chill of night settled on the campsite, he would offer his cloak with merely the gesture of holding it out.
She never asked why he did that much, aside from the obvious answer; to keep her warm. His actions plagued the girl because he came off as aloof, but he was anything but.
Vincent was a weird one. His kindness was something to be admired, but the way he operated was another mystery in itself.
The week continued, the teen slowly becaming accustomed to the rough conditions she was subjected to, although, that didn't mean she was happy or even remotely comfortable.
You know how stories make an adventure out to be all grand and exciting? There was nothing exciting about pooping in the woods and having to use leaves as toilet paper.
She ached in places she wasn't even aware of could hurt. A good night's sleep was becoming a lost dream considering her 4 hours each night, and that was on a good night!
Other things that went on the list of things she missed included; actual food, regular bathing, blankets, chairs, and conversation.
She did have conversations with Vincent, but they never lasted very long. Every so often they would start up small banter, but as soon as it hit a personal note on either end, conversation would cease.
That's not saying much considering that most of what Vincent had to say was personal.
Neither party was willing to divulge their personal history, although Tal already knew Vincent's, she just didn't have his take on it, but knowing itself helped to sate her curiosity, and prying mind.
Another thing that fanfictions and stories alike failed the fan girl! They made adventures out to be a wonderful bonding experience where as within a few days of traveling with said person, you form a relationship, divulging the deepest most sacred rooms of your mind with your traveling buddy, and possibly forming a relationship (now depending on the status of the relationship varying from friend to good friends to love interests that was a whole other matter, and the most Tal was hoping for was just a simple friendship.)
Since Tal was striving to be friends with the ever elusive Vincent, after day three, when she heard Vincent chuckle oh so discreetly, she made it her mission to make him interact on a human level as much as possible.
Naturally she refrained from random outbursts, seeing as that would only annoy him, and so she acted with thoughtful deliberation. Her patience won out when she gazed upon her reflection on still waters and had epiphany that she felt would lighten up the ex-Turk.
As predicted, Vincent cracked a smile when she referred to the mass of hair on her head as a rats nest, and that gave her a secret pleasure he wasn't aware of. He also wasn't aware of her personal goal of making him as happy as possible.
With all that she knew about him, she felt he deserved it, but he was such a glutton for punishment, any argument she could provide would be discarded. No, if she wanted to make him happier, if only a little, it would have to be through her actions and her attitude.
Aside from Tal's quest to be a light in Vincent's shadowed life, the two did train from sun up to sun down. Each day he would raise the bar, and demand more from her, and she would rise to the challenge, albeit grumpier each time. Although Vincent would never tell her this, her attitude with training, as childish and petty as it could be, amused him.
Acquainting the readers with a brief synopsis of what the duo had been up to for the seven days prior, we now flash forward to Tal's 7th day of training.
Like every day prior, Tal woke up during the transitional period when the sun began its early ascent into the sky. Vincent, like always, was awake, which made the girl question if he ever slept, and if so, when?
She would greet him every morning with the same cheery, "Good morning." And include a warm smile. He would nod, and take his coat from her offering hand. Today was no different.
He resumed his watch of the non-existent, and Tal usually would wander off to a local stream, and wash up, but today she sat in front of the dying fire.
With the lack of conversation, and entertainment, it was inevitable that she would think, and try as she might to not think about her situation, it was inevitable that she would. "I wonder if they miss me." She muttered watching the orange embers.
She did not mean to mutter this aloud, but after staying silent for so long, her thoughts were fighting to escape. The girl was a natural talker, and when silent for too long words began spilling out. It was a psychological response to help stave off the loneliness, but sometimes only served in making her feel more alone, and a little crazy.
"Your friends miss you." Vincent's deep voice broke the silence. Tal glanced up at him, then at the dying embers again.
"No, not them. I meant my family and my other friends. I haven't seen them since…"
She glanced at him again, his eyes meeting contact with her, and Tal realized something. She didn't see Vincent as a bishie like she did all the others before him. Although as to why, she wasn't quite certain. Perhaps it could have been due to the mindset she had when she met him, or maybe she never really thought of him as a bishie. He was different. It was difficult to state how he was different, but Tal felt it had to do with how Vincent just was.
Like how he showed compassion and mercy, but it was never pour your heart and soul out. He had his way of showing concern, but it was subtle. He came off as aloof, and he never got personal, but he was reliable.
Like now, he was trying to not get involved, but he couldn't hide his concern for his pupil's anguish. And so, to remain detached from the situation, he wouldn't inquire, but although his mouth stayed closed, his eyes betrayed him.
Tal didn't want to say anymore, but she couldn't stop herself, and it came spilling out. "I come from another world, another universe, but unlike anything here, I don't know how to get back home. Technically it doesn't exist." Vincent raised an eyebrow. "How I got here was a fluke, and I don't know if I'll… ever…" Tears welled in her eyes, the girl pulling her knees up to her chest, and cried softly.
She heard the dirt scrape, as he moved, and a hand was placed on her head. "You will see home again." His deep reassuring voice made the girl cry harder. She shook her head, the tears that were once a sprinkle came out in a flood.
"I'm… scared." She choked out in-between sobs. "I'm scared."
She was scared for many reasons. She was scared of Xemnas. She was scared of Axel, mind you this girl never thought that would ever happen, and that scared her. She was scared of this universe that was so real.
She was afraid that she would never see her home again. Her parents, her friends, her little sister.
She was here, in a forest, learning how to fight. How to kill. Vincent was very clear that what she was learning was self defense, and so, to properly defend herself she had to learn how to kill.
It was so much to handle and she was only a 16 year-old-girl.
None of the stories she read, none of the fanfictions ever addressed this issue. It was a taboo because it was icky topic, this discussing of reality. None of the heroines lamented about their homes, but if they did it was brief, and hardly made the reader think about the seriousness of such a situation.
Also, the heroines of her stories never had to actually kill. Being the perfect OC, they could easily dispose of their enemies without the ickyness of bloodshed. Tal was not that fortunate.
Vincent let the girl cry, as he rested his hand on her head. He knew she was only a child, and she was being forced to bear responsibilities that adults would have trouble coping with. The least he could do was give her a shred of comfort in this cruel veracity she was forced to endure until he had to tell her to keep going forward.
They still had training to do; Tal had a lot to learn, but had little time to learn it in. If she was in as much peril as he was informed, and led to believe, he had to train her to the fullest, allowing no gaps in her education.
Before they could begin with training they would have to relocate. He had them relocate three times a day, unless Vincent felt the need to do more. Usually their moves took place in the morning, noon, and evening before the sun had fully set. This meant that they didn't have much time, despite him wanting to give her time to mourn her loss, he was unable.
When the flows of water slowed, and an occasional snivel escaping the girl, he decided it was time for her to move forward.
"Let's begin." His deep voice cut the sniveling short. He pulled back his hand, but froze and the girl's hands secured firmly on his wrists and a shrill cry of pain echoed through the woods.
A pitiful sniffle escaped his student. "My hair is snagged on your claw."
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To say the ex-Turk was embarrassed would be an understatement. With a light flush to his pale cheeks, the two worked through the tangled locks, to free the girl's head.
Once she was free, they made a silent pact to never bring that incident up, each for different reasons. Tal for the crying, and Vincent for the mishap in showing compassion.
They readied themselves for another day of training. Up until this point, Vincent had trained the girl to pinpoint sounds in the area, even going as far as to blindfold her, which she was currently tying on right now. He had also had her work on loading and unloading a gun, doing that in a blindfold as well.
When she objected, his retort went along the lines of, "At times you will not be able to see, so you must be able to attack blind." The girl thought it was stupid, but he called the shots, so she listened and obeyed.
But it had been six days of training and Tal had yet to fire a gun. She needed some action!
She pulled off the blindfold, giving the man before her the stare. He stared back, his face devoid of any emotion. He wouldn't say anything, and the girl knew it, so she had to speak first. "I want to fight with a gun."
"Then follow my direction."
The protagonist crossed her arms over her chest and stomped her foot. "I want to train with guns. Today."
Her teacher blinked once, allowing the tension to build. "You're not ready."
The fan girl wasn't taking no for an answer! She needed to shoot something to help vent her depression that was now converting to anger. She needed a form a catharsis. She wanted the creatures of the forest to feel her anguish, and then when she got a chance make Organization XIII feel it as well.
Vincent knew that look. It was sheer stubbornness, and seeing it reminded him of a particular person dear to his heart, giving him a sense of longing. He regretfully blocked off those feelings, knowing now wasn't the time to dwell in his loss.
He observed the protagonist thoughtfully. There was no arguing with her at this time. Tal wouldn't budge.
She needed to learn how to fire guns, and so it was time Vincent taught her.
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"I'm not going to shoot you." The gun hung limply by Tal's side. Standing on the other side of the clearing was her teacher; Vincent's face was impassive as usual.
"Shoot at me." His command held no reservation or trepidation.
"If I shoot I'll hurt you." She narrowed her eyes, the aggravation leaking into her voice. The pale gunman smirked.
"You won't hit me."
The fan girl screamed in her throat, refraining from throwing a temper tantrum and stomping her foot several times. Vincent openly smirked at her goaded state. Tal's aggravation was quite obvious for what sane person asks to be shot at, thus proving Vincent's instability once more.
"FINE!" She screeched. "But if I kill you, it's not my fault." She raised the gun, hand shaking.
They stood like that for a long time.
She couldn't pull the trigger, her finger locked up. "Shoot." The little smirk on the man's face wouldn't go away. The teen's breath was forced, coming at regular intervals, but was fairly audible. "Shoot."
Tal's hand shook. "I… can't." She lowered the gun, and her eyes, shame burning her cheeks. "I can't." Tears ran down her cheeks, and little sniffles escape the girl. "I don't want to hurt you." She stared the weapon, vision blurry.
Weapons were made to hurt, to kill. They took away precious things, they allowed wars to continue. "I'm not a fighter." She obviously concluded that coming here was a big mistake.
"Is that all?" The callous remark drew the puffy eyed gaze of the protagonist. "At first, very few of us are fighters. Barret wasn't a fighter, but he had to learn. Aerith too. It is not an option. You must learn to fight or surrender."
Tal slowly shook her head. She just couldn't though… She was unable…
Clap, clap, clap. "Beautiful. The eloquence of that speech. It's inspiring with a capital 'I'." The silky voice of a cloaked figure drew the two's gaze. Vincent bolted for Tal's side, but a chalkram cut in front of him, halting him in his advance as he deflected the weapon. "Better than anything Xemnas could do." He muttered with an afterthought, chuckling.
The protagonist and the ex-Turk watched the cloak figure warily. The cloaked figure pulled off the hood of his cloak, his spiky red hair seeming unaffected by the hood hindering its plight in defying gravity moments prior.
"Reno…" Vincent narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the stranger. "No…" The ex-Turk knew this wasn't Reno, but the similarities were beyond belief.
"It's Axel, of Organization XIII." Tal cut in, her voice a monotone. "He does look a lot like Reno, they even sound alike." Considering in her world they had the same voice actor. Ah heck, they almost had the same eye color too. And the little tattoos on their face. "Similar, but not the same." Vincent spared her a glance before focusing his hawk like gaze upon the enemy.
Axel smirked lazily. "Finding you was more difficult that I thought it would be. I even sent scouts, but you kept evading their detection." That would explain why they were constantly on the move, and why Vincent was always on watch.
"Leave now." Vincent's harsh command caused his student to flinch.
Axel feigned a hurt look. "Aw, I don't think I'm welcome." He turned his head to look at the disheveled fan girl.
"Why don't we just skip this useless banter and you come with me." He offered his hand to the girl, dodging a few shots fired by Vincent, with such grace and precision. He practiced with Xigbar, so guns were no threat. "I get the feeling," He paused, looking at Vincent with a lopsided smirk. "That you don't like me." His patronizing tone reminded the ex-Turk so much of Reno, but he was sticking with what Tal said. He obviously wasn't Reno.
"You will not take Tal." The steely tone that emanated from the ex-Turk had no effect on the emotionless being before him, which had surprised him, another emotion he easily hid.
"If you insist on being a hindrance…" Fire and swirls of darkness danced around the pyro's frame, as the other chalkram materialized out of thin air. "I'll have to eliminate you."
A fight exploded between the two. Gunfire and whizzing chalkrams flew. Tal jumped to the ground, watching the two exchange blows. Her eyes were wide in abject horror. Birds flew away, squawking in terror. None of the animals understood what was going on, but their instinct told them to flee.
Tal wanted to scream, but her voice caught in her throat. She didn't understand what was going on, and didn't know what she was supposed to do.
It wasn't like this was a game or a story. It was real. It was happening.
A twig behind her snapped. Her head swung around, seeing shrubbery, and trees. Maybe it was her imagination… But she heard something else. The fight made it impossible to distinguish, but she heard something just then. She was positive.
"You're a difficult one." Axel's voice penetrated the girls thought. She looked over to see Vincent standing behind Axel, gun poised. "Can't we talk this out?" A charming smile gracing his lips.
Behind Tal, she heard something nick a tree trunk, whistling through the air, intent to harm its target. Her gun arm swung around, and she fired.
A spark, and sharp ping echoed through the clearing. The object hurtled off course. The blade of Oblivion, impaled a tree, sticking out crookedly. Axel and Vincent turned to look at the girl who slowly, deliberately, picked herself up, turning around, gun poised. "Step out Roxas."
Twigs snapped and bushes rustled as a young cloaked teen stepped out, summoning Oblivion to his empty hand, Oathkeeper poised in his other. Roxas smirked, and crouched low, ready to lunge.
Tal fired a few rounds, on her semi-automatic pistol, Roxas easily deflecting the assault.
The protagonist's eyes bulged, screams of indignation begging to come out. The teen nobody facing the enraged protagonist twirled his keyblades lazily. "C'mon. You can do better than that."
She fired again, and Roxas easily deflected some of the assault, while dodging the other half.
The teen girl's mouth twitched, her intense glare switching from the nobody to her weapon.
"THAT'S CRAP!" Her nostrils flared, her body trembling with rage. "It's impossible to deflect a bullet, or dodge one!" It was simple physics. The speed with which a bullet traveled easily exceeded that of the human condition, nobody or not. It was impossible, plain and simple.
Vincent grunted. "It is very possible." As demonstrated by Roxas, and Axel moments prior. "I had yet to teach you how to fire without your enemy being aware."
The girl turned her head toward her teacher, the calm and aloof demeanor only serving in fueling her rage further.
"Are you friggin' serious!" The man gave a curt nod. "Next, you're going to teach me to curve bullets right?" The sarcasm dripped off of every word. Myth Busters had dedicated a whole episode to such a feat, only to discover it was impossible. Bullet curvature was impossible.
"I will teach you that later." The pale man clad in crimson and black replied so naturally allowing no doubt to settle in the girl. Apparently it was very possible to curve a bullet. That of course meant only one thing.
"So…" She took a deep breath. "You're telling me that I'm bound by every law of reality, every law of reality, except the ones that would actually help me?" She stated slowly, and very deliberately. The nobodies shared a look of amusement, while Vincent was that of slight puzzlement.
The teen's mouth twitched, "I'm bound by every law of reality, but the ones I want!" She waved her hands round, blinking back angry tears. "The ones that would actually help me! Lemme guess, I could shoot someone fatally, but they wouldn't die, right?" She gave her teacher a patronizing look.
He stared at her silently, while Roxas appeared by Axel's side, both biting back laughter.
"Y'know, like a point system? I would have to inflict so much damage before I could kill them?" She shrugged, her expression saying, "Come on! Y'know what I mean!"
"Where do you come up with these absurd notions?" The aloof reply did nothing to sooth the teen's frustration. She stomped her foot several times, waving her hands around, when her gun accidentally fired.
She froze, wide eyed. Roxas and Axel's look of amusement were wiped away, replaced by shock. Vincent on the other hand was annoyed for Tal's mistake was an amateur mistake, one he didn't approve of.
A bird fell out of the sky, landing with a sickening thud between Tal and the three men. That was when the two nobodies lost it, bursting into laughter.
"Ahahahaha… kill… hahaha… it… hahaha!" Axel wheezed, ignoring the barrel pointed at the back of his cranium.
Roxas slapped his knee, tears running down his face. "Hahaha… she… hahaha… never… ahahaha… gets old!"
When Axel looked up, still laughing heartily, Tal's heart melted a little, and butterflies fluttered in her stomach. Goodness he was hott, and so worthy of being a bishie. Reality check stupid! He tried to kill Vincent! Also, he can't feel emotions!
Oh yeah… He couldn't feel. Tal raised her gun again, this time prepared to not let her emotions and thoughts interfere.
"You will not hurt Vincent." She growled, the fire of injustice steadying her hand. Roxas, his blades long since dispelled, sobered up, fighting back a few chuckles.
"Tal, right?" The familiar and friendly face she was accustomed shown through her videogames eased the teen a little. "Your name is Tal?" The girl slowly nodded.
"Stay on your guard." Vincent's warning brought the girl back to her senses.
She didn't know these people. They weren't the Disneyfied characters, or even the fanfiction ones she knew. They were evil.
"We're not evil." Roxas stated with a pleading look, making the hair on girl's neck rise. How did he know what she was thinking? "Axel and me, we're not evil."
The protagonist didn't budge. "We were sent to capture you, but we've received new orders."
The look he received from Axel was a shocked one. Apparently Axel wasn't aware of their new orders. "Xemnas has issued new orders?"
Roxas nodded, "Tal, we won't be after you anymore."
"Why are you telling me?" Her gun slightly lowered, a look of bewilderment claiming her features.
Roxas glanced at Axel briefly, smiling mysteriously. "I feel like you're a friend." With all that he had experienced following her, and Axel, and seeing the effect she had on the latter, she had earned some major brownie points. Friends were meant to bring joy to each other, and unbeknownst to her, she had brought him joy in his non-existent life. Despite how he wasn't supposed to feel, he did, although he would never tell Xemnas that.
"Something big is going down." The boy continued.
"Roxas," The warning tone in his voice didn't go unnoticed.
The boy with dirty blonde hair continued, "There's a strange man who recently arrived at the Castle that Never Was." The little nobody repressed shudders, the memories of the man creeping the teen out. "I met him at the Land of Dragons. He demanded that I bring him to the Castle, but I didn't. Somehow he found another way there."
Vincent's gaze flickered toward the teen nobody, and then resumed his vigilant watch on Axel.
"What does this have to do with Tal?" Vincent was just as curious as the protagonist to the going-on's of these non-existent people, and the knowledge they held
Roxas shrugged. "This guy… he's different."
Tal's gun lowered slightly. Somehow, Roxas didn't seem intent on harming her, and so she placed her trust in him. She let her guard down. "How is he different?"
The dirty blonde nobody sucked in a breath of air, "He seems darker." The protagonists gaze hung on his blue stare, but he didn't say anything further. He didn't know what to say.
"Then, has Xemnas lost interest in me?" A little hope flickered deep within the girl.
Roxas slowly shook his head. "No… The man said that eventually you would come to him. That was when he called off the mission." The little flame of hope sputtered and died.
Axel nudged his friend, "Roxas."
The boy nodded. "It's awesome to see you can fight. See ya later!" He smiled a portal opening, and retreated to the dark abyss.
Axel smirked, turning around and walking away, "See you around, oh." He turned back to the protagonist. "Keep training. It would be in your best interest." With that warning he sauntered into the portal.
The portal faded, leaving the trainer and trainee alone.
With everything that had transpired, one thing was for certain. Tal would continue to train.
The protagonist looked at Vincent, shaken up, but managing a weak smile in a lame attempt to lighten the atmosphere. "So… how do you curve a bullet?"
A tall lanky man, wearing a dark coat, with several buckles adorning the coat sat at an oval table across from the much feared leader of Organization XIII.
"What are your plans?" Xemnas's deliberate tone, and focused gaze seemingly left the man un-affected.
The man stroked his goatee, un-accompanied by a mustache, his gaze connecting with Xemnas' always looking distant.
"Kingdom Hearts…" The hazy look of the strange man sharpened. "It is not… It is not the only means…" A chuckle escaped the man. He slowly shook his head, his smile fading. "I apologize for my inconsistency. What you seek, what I desire, Kingdom Hearts cannot fulfill. The Keyblade wielders will not allow it, so we must seek elsewhere."
"Elsewhere?" Xemnas asked slowly.
"An impossibility enlightened me to the idea." The man smirked, the hazy madness clouding his eyes again.
Chapter End
Whoa, I didn't anticipate the story taking this direction. Yech, you guys have no idea how many times I read this chapter over just to ensure I had no errors or hiccups in the storyline (watch me get a bunch of complaints about such—please don't do that to me… I'll cry.).
Getting on a lighter note, I'm quitting my job. Yays! I've already put in a two week notice. Downside, now I have to work in an estate sale, that'll be a lot of work, more than I did at work… heh, irony.
Now let us commence with the shout-outs:
Three Cheers For Treason: Fanfiction sometimes sucks with update statuses, but we all know that, heh.
Christmas in July!... er… May…
Glad you enjoyed both chapters, and yeah, I think Vincent is in a league of his own in regards of his awesomeness. I have trouble reading FFVII fanfictions for the sake of watching people butcher his character. They make him… well, it's not even Vincent anymore. He's an interesting character to write, and I only hope I kept him canon because he's definitely someone that should stay that way.
By the by, the bishie bit Tal was musing, I had wrote that before your review which I think is funny (in the ha-ha kind of way). I have trouble seeing him as a bishie. He's just too… I dunno how to put it, but he's just not 'bishie' to me.
Maybe Yuffie will have a character reform in the future, of course that means Tal's going to have to forgive her for the Wutai incident (I know I haven't).
Oh I hope you liked the Axel Vincent scene. I hope everyone is in-character as possible. I really tried. Sorry about the briefness with guns, I was hitting my word constraint.
Thanks again for the review, I loved it!
Less-than-3: I laughed when I read your review. The emotion is quite raw. This is your favorite all time fanfiction? (sparkly eyes) Aw, you're too kind. And you never review but you did for me (eyes get more sparkly).
I apologize about the lack of Riku in this chapter, but I did give him a brief cameo at the beginning. Even though Axel has made his exit, I'll still give him the light of day. Mostly because I like writing his character in general.
I hope the fan girl in you enjoys this chapter.
On a side note (related to your review), do you think its weird in a cosmic sort of way that I pegged your personality with Tal's? Hmmm…
VoidOfDoomAndCupcakes: Updates? For information about my updates check my profile. For the most part though I'm pretty consistent with updates within a two-week'ish period.
Next chapter: Tal's training with Vincent comes to a close, and the girl is reunited with her friends. With the little tidbit of information Roxas so generously gave, what will the group of teens do?
Next time, on Fandom Installment: Kingdom Hearts here I come…