A/N: I had taken this off Fanfiction because I wanted to correct a little bit of stuff. I also wanted to eliminate the craptastic parts but… LIFE IS CRAPTASTIC AND I LIKE THIS TO BE BELIEVABLE TO AN EXTENT!
A/N: I know this is less than a page. It's a bit crappy but I'm on writer's block! Darn!
The sun had risen
again. Again I found myself on my feet. Yesterday was in the past and
today I had to work. A cold shower woke me up fairly well. Teeth
chattering, I ransacked my closet in order to find my uniform. I
caught a glimpse of my nude body in the mirror. My wounds were
healing nicely and my hair had grown a lot! There was no more
business in the front it was all a part of different layers.
I'd
never think it but I was able to smirk at the sun looking back. It
smiled tenderly at me. I laughed and hurried into my clothes. I was
alright because there was a bright side to yesterday and I had maybe
overreacted. The reminiscence of his face brought me a slightly
down.
Reno, get over it! One more look in the mirror was one more
word with me until I was off to face the regular daily things like
training and monitoring of economic whatnot.
The acoustic guitar
out behind the French doors began to sound on its own. Yesterday had
brought it despondence. It tried to forget with a hopeful tune that
the wind helped it with. I could hear it as I strolled down the
halls. The heated daylight embraced its polished wooden body but it
wasn't able to completely warm it up for me…
My transition
into each event of the day and the afternoon would be my hair flying
all over and my blazer "billowing in the speed" while my feet
practically streak the floors with burning rubber from the soles of
my boots. To end the day would be an acrobatic flip and electrical
whack from my electrified nightstick. In other words my day went like
this: "RENO get this! Do that! Let's train! Give me all you got!
WHERE IS THAT DETERMINATION?" At the end I desired to take a
passive walk.
"Reno!" I rolled my eyes. My name had become a
dreaded word after that day and only for those twenty-four
hours.
"Can I help you?" Halting wasn't necessary because
whom ever it was ready to catch up. I could tell when they held onto
my black silk button down shirt and let go as soon as they were by my
side.
"Reno, I need some help. Our entertainment was badly
injured by a random encounter and was unable to get here. Can you be
our entertainment?" So this is Tifa. I thought the voice was
familiar. The issues in my head were distracting me to much. I was
weakened for the moment since my sixth sense was being interrupted by
various thoughts.
"No thanks Tifa," I knew I was getting
myself into a Tiff.
"Oh, Reno please," she pleaded cutting in
front of me and stopping me from going further. "Please!" She
held my face so I could look at her desperate face. Would I regret
this?
"Give me five minutes."
"You're a life
saver!"
"Funny…"
Near the alley I lit my cigarette
with Cid's. He had brought me here to talk. My question was about
what? Suddenly I had no need to ask him audibly because common sense
served me well. He'd speak first while I enjoyed the docile and
sweet overriding smell comparable to musk from the mentholated
cigarette I had between my lips.
"Yer talented I give ye that,"
he smirked. It made me comfortable that this man was similar to me in
so many ways. I could say any gibberish and he'd understand. "But
ya need to know this yer making a big mistake. I see how ye look at
him. He's not that kinda guy so give up," he finished, giving me
boost in determination. If not for me and not for Vincent it was
because of Cid! I would never give up on ol' Vinnie now.
"What
are you trying to say?" I inquired too innocently. The pilot
scowled. "Seriously I'm unable to understand your point!"
"My
point is yer growing too fond o' Vincent and you got no chance
'cause he's not a homo!" It began like a snicker and then it
developed into a loud rupture of laughter. It was a contemptuous
laugh the annoying kind that didn't necessarily sound like a
hyena.
"Cid, Cid, Cid, Cidddy, Cid, Cid, Cid, how funny can you
get? Are you sure the King isn't looking for his fool?" That was
over used but fit either way it had some wit to it. "For your
information I don't want Vincent that way, not precisely. He's a
very interesting character and I need to figure him out. I'm
halfway there too. Aside from deciphering the riddle I also want to
gain his friendship because, believe it or not, he has my respect and
loyalty. Why and how you may ask… I'll respond like this: It
doesn't concern you so get out of my face!" It was quite a
lengthy monologue or rant or response but it was not all.
"Whadda'
ya suppose will happen to me if I don'?" He was a very veteran
man. I shrugged and stomped out the flame of my helping of
nicotine.
"Nothing will happen to you. I'll just walk right
over you," I said every word sounding credulous. I tried to go back
inside but his arm halted me.
"Just be conscious kid and don't
try anything stupid. Vincent has gone through a lot." I smirked
wildly.
"I know, Cid. I know everything…"
A/N: I was
swamped with work. I'm sorry I took so long. I wrote this as quick as
possible in the heat of pressure as well. I needed to get it down
somewhere or I'd lose it all. I'm sorry again and enjoy this error
infected draft. Oh, and it's also a little dry that's writers block
for you! Oh and please visit my deviant page so you can see my crummy
fanart of Vincent and Reno... It's not dirty so don't expect
much.
"Or at least I think I know everything about his general
past," I thought to myself as I strolled back into the building. I
was blocking out most of the chatter and the loud clinking of toasts.
By art of the gods I made it back to my usual stool without any
interruptions. I was a fine Turk indeed.
"What's wrong?"
Mind you, Marlene was a mere infant to me. Her questioning me with
means of consoling me was amusing. 'She had no experience and was
oblivious to any solution to my issues,' I thought.
"Nothing
you need to worry about, Kido," I laughed while patting her head.
She blew up her cheeks and pouted. Marlene could tell that I was
trying not to laugh again.
"Just because I'm younger than you
doesn't mean I can't help!" She argued. "You're not
supposed to underestimate people!" She whined. At least she picked
something useful up.
"Fine, I'm sorry."
"Will you tell
me what's wrong?" she inquired joyously.
"Yeah, I like this
person but I'm not sure they like me back," I simplified with a
half-assed tone.
"What is this person like?" She was really
into this. The last thing I wanted to do was make a little girl upset
in a place more hers than mine.
"Dark hair, scary eyes, I don't
waste my time on just anything, blood red; the usual," I hurried.
She nodded as if she were processing a conclusion. My elbows on the
counter helped my hands support my head in that casual tired look as
she analyzed.
"Have you tried asking?"
"Asking them if
they like me?"
"Yes," she verified.
Suddenly into this
conversation more than I intended I was satisfying her desire to help
with more grown situations. "Well, the case with that is this
person isn't like you or me. I don't think I can rush into that
question."
"But how will you ever know for sure if they like
you?" Marlene insisted. I meditated that for two seconds.
"Changing
the subject a little, Marlene what is Vincent like?" I tried. She
was more than happy to answer.
"He's really nice. He helps
protect me and Densil! Most of the time he looks really sad but he I
think that that is how he just looks," she giggled. I sighed. "It's
funny that you ask about him."
"Why, Marlene!" I cleared my
throat and held back some. "Why do you say that, Marlene?" She
made a face.
"He asked about you." Keeping it cool I sat there
attentively. "He said, 'Marlene, do you know anything about that
Turk, Reno?'" The way she impersonated him was priceless. I knew
it was an attempt to make me feel better. I shouldn't have
underestimated her. "I told him all I knew was that you were a Turk
and what my friend's mom said about you and your partner." Was it
that obvious that I wanted to know the rest? "While she was lying
on the ground, fumbling to get up because creatures attacked her, a
redheaded Turk snatched her son away from the explosion of the
tower." Elated because I believed I had just earned some points on
his charts I patted the young girls head.
"Thanks,
Marlene."
"No problem kitty!" she teased.
"Hey, that
was a one time thing!" I whined. Oh the tables had turned. I was
the pouting one now.
"I want to call you Kitty." Obviously
she was on one of the highs kids get sometimes. I was not going to
argue with a kid.
"And I'll call him Tabby." Speechless, I
turned round.
"Vincent!" Marlene waved.
"Hey, Red," I
greeted a little embarrassed for no particular reason other that I
had indirectly declared my 'love' for him through the cheesiest
way; song.
"Marlene." With the mere mention of her name she
was gone.
"How'd you do that?" It seemed like a mock but I
was serious.
"I saw Cid and you go outside. What was that all
about?" Marlene was not the only one he was talking about me with.
I smirked.
"Nothin' much," I lied. Furrowing his hidden
brows Vincent sat next to me wordlessly.
The wait was making me
very anxious. I wanted to break this silence in some way. Perhaps I
should tell him what I feel and heed the child's advice and confirm
my adoration towards him. Something had to be said or done. I wasn't
going to look him in the eyes. Not until I felt I could take on the
weight. I was weak and he was fragile. It was a puzzle with what
seemed not solution. None of the pieces fit together.
"Vincent,"
I called softly.
"Yes?" His voice was tired and hoarse yet
smooth. It was that vampire stereotype voice which everyone seems to
enjoy.
"Isn't it obvious?" I was chickening out.
"What
is?" he retorted monotonously.
"That I have a thing for you?"
Holding my breathe I waited for his reply. When it seemed I would
turn blue-
"Yes it is rather obvious. My question to you is what
has possessed you?" He was so passive and unemotional. If I had
tears I would have been streaming.
"No demon that is for sure,"
I replied afraid my wit had gone to the dogs. "Vincent, being
terribly serious, and hoping that you'll be as honest as I was,
what do you feel for me?" He paused and had me holding my breath
again. It was just him and I there.
"I gave all my love away. I
don't feel anything but-
"Sorrow and rage, I know the
feeling," I finished his sentence. "I needed to be sure. Is there
a plus?"
"A plus?"
"Yeah,"
"Plus, I think you're
just a tad confused?"
"I'm not confused about my emotions.
I'm not confused about the fact that the mother of my child died
taking with her my heart and some of my sense. I'm not confused
about the fact that if I truly loved her and her me I had to move on.
If I suffer she suffers and vies-versa. You're wrong about that.
How many other things are you wrong about? Don't be afraid to admit
it. I admit that my whole life has been a wrong turn until now…so
in fact everything I've been through has been worth it…
hopefully," The blood in my veins was truly boiling. My hairs on
point and my teeth clenched. I didn't like the feeling of sorrow
and rage so it infuriated me that Vincent was honing these emotions.
"Did you love her that much?" He inquired calmer than me of
course.
"I would have given my very life for her. I would have
lived my life without my dick if she would have asked," I assured.
He was quiet as I expected. "She's more than just a memory but I
have to move on. I can't wallow in my self pity all day. I can't
torture myself. Sorrow's contagious did you know that?
And I can't deprive
the world of me," I joked a little too earnest.
"You are too
arrogant," Vincent lectured.
"I know but self-importance is
what fuels me anything to survive, yeah?" Looking into his eyes
once more I smirked. He shook his head tiredly. "Now that we're
all being frank I would like to complement your crimson eyes they're
so enchanting."
"So you've said."
"Have I? I don't
recall. And if I did it doesn't hurt, me saying it over. Does it?
The first time I saw you they were the first things I noticed." I
tried to be less flirtatious than I usually was and it was a chore. I
could see him uneasy, trying not to look at me. He found it difficult
to avoid the royal color. Vincent reminded me of all the other girls
I've ever hit on in a way. It was amusing and sort of uplifting.
Uplifting because almost every girl that I've focused my eye on
I've gotten into bed with.
"I remember that day well." It
was pleasing to hear his depthless voice again.
"You do? I only
remember so much. I remember giving you all my attention and wan- I'm
sorry that was unnecessary." Playing the 'I didn't mean to'
card was an extra charisma point for most of the ladies that I've
ever ended up 'scoring' with. I wondered if it would work on
Vincent.
"Yes it was," he agreed yet avoiding my stare.
"Why
don't you just walk away?" He supposedly wasn't into me but he
hadn't left my side. I was sure after all that I had said he would
walk away. Either he was enjoying the attention given to him or he
was into me.
He was silent. I was too but unlike him I dared to
look at him. Admitting what I felt was a load off my chest.
A/N: Writer's block then a Stroke. Christ I seriously think I'm going to die. My Microsoft office was deleted from my computer because of stupid Trojan Viruses. How the heck do I get those anyways? Pop ups? Well I'm back and having some health issues which fog up my mind. Christ my head hurts which makes me so angry thus causing me pain and then slow death. Roar... I hope you can all understand this chapter. It's riddled with so many errors it may not be a laughing matter anymore. All I got to say is ... "Mehh" and "BLAHH"
It was written on
his facade he wasn't comfortable with me by his side. He seemed like
the type that wouldn't care if anyone felt he was rude. If he really
wanted to he would have walked away a long while ago.
The chatter
of then and the echoing voices of those at work were making my head
spin a pinch. Tifa had brought me a glass of water and an aspirin
after I had so sweetly demanded it! Thankfully, I nodded. Soon the
glass became "half full". I laid my heavy head on the
counter. Red hair floated onto the red caped man's arm. I had no idea
because my arms disturbed my site. My temples were pulsating which
made my left eye begin twitching.
"So how was you're day?"
I asked him knowing my gesture of complaint had caught his attention.
Even if I couldn't see I could somehow tell when people had their
eyes on me. It's instinct for the masses. It was nothing
special.
"You really want to know?" I nodded with my
head yet down and faced in a way that made me unable to be seen .My
arm created a barrier. Feeling that I was a bit too impersonal I
mustered up a great amount of strength and picked my self up. My
right hand came to my chin and supported my head from falling off my
neck.
"If I didn't I wouldn't be asking you. Don't you
think?" He gave me the benefit of the doubt.
"My day is
not as exciting as you are hoping. I just ran around doing errands
for Tifa and Yuffie since now they have decided that they need more
hands. I am not sure what is happening. I would much rather be back
where I always find myself." Holding out on me ay? It was not
like I was going to stalk him.
"Why don't you just tell them
you don't want to be here all the time?" Vincent shook his head.
"I understand." For friends and family almost anything is
done.
"I thought you might." His voice was lighter and
he seemed more sociable. I smirked and drank some more water. "If
you don't mind me asking," he began, making me jump. "What
weapon do you use?" He was curious about me. I believed that was
a good sign. He was comfortable enough with me to ask me questions or
he was just trying to change the subject.
"I use the Electro
Magrod and my powerful fists of fury!" I said clenching my fists
and raising them playfully. "I'm pretty good with a gun but
because of the fact that Rain shot herself, I'm not really- I'll just
stay away from those. I've done a pretty good job of burying my past
the only thing is it just won't stay dead." He knew this would
happen. He knew that I would basically rant about myself if he asked
me something that had to do with me. "You probably know how I
feel." He said nothing.
"You guys are awfully friendly!"
Tifa's voice came sheering the silence between us. "You've been
talking for so long!" Her hands were at her hips again. "This
is actually a big surprise." She did seem confused. Was that
good? "Vincent can you help Yuffie in the kitchen before she
breaks something?" Just then a loud groan and a few plate
shattered served to quiet down the customers.
"I guess you're
too late, Vinnie," I called as power walked over to the
kitchen.
"Vinnie? What have you done to him?" Tifa
inquired leaning on me.
"Nothing, he'll talk to me about that
later." Tifa smiled.
"Not just that. He usually doesn't
talk to anyone except Cloud and Cid, this much."
"So
he's into blondes," I joked to myself considering the
possibility.
"What was that?" she strained.
"I
said, this headache bums..."
A/N: I wish I was a better writer... sigh well I'll see what I can do about making a fan comic about this. I was listening to Digital love while writing this... Really good song... read this while listening to it.
"So would you
go out with a man?" I mustered. Vincent couldn't believe that
anyone would actually ask him anything of the sort. We were in the
kitchen alone. Yuffie had been taken to the bathroom to get the glass
out of her shoulder. The giddy young girl was a mess when we came in
but she was strong. The last thing she was doing was crying. Some
complaining about the pain was expected and she carried out our
expectations.
It was a spacious place but clustered. Lots of
hanged silver worked like a grand amount of mirrors reflecting all
that had a reflection. I smirked mischievously at myself in a frying
pan hanging near my head. There was nothing in my teeth. My lips were
tepid and smooth looking. I could see Vincent which was a relief.
"I
wouldn't go out with anyone! No one means anything to me."
Vincent's depthless voice was rising. I nodded and picked a clean
counter to jump on and get comfortable. I crossed my legs and began
fidgeting with my fingernails, tapping them on different surfaces. It
was impossible to check him out with that damned cape.
With an
excited shiver I jumped off the counter. His back was to me. I felt
it my job to change that. A few slinky steps and I was between him
and a sink. It still hadn't hit me until I conjured up, " Then
you wouldn't mind if I-" My sight had been somewhat blurry until
then.
His ruby eyes were wide and he was an inch or two taller
than me. Shock paralyzed us. I could breathe in his rapid breaths and
he mine. I couldn't recall what fueled me. So I gazed up at him the
same way a child would gaze up at what had been under their bed all
along or in their closet. This was one of the first times I had been
afraid of someone like this. Swallowing hard I told myself I was
alright. If I waited for the right time I would die waiting. I didn't
want to wait any longer. It wasn't like I hadn't stolen before. 'I'm
Reno. I can do this!' I told myself.
It was an adrenaline rush
actually. I gave it too much thought. He could have dodged me but he
didn't. The same way he could have walked away earlier he could have
walked away now.
His lips were deathly yet so velvety and full of
warmth. My arms wrapped around his neck. One of them strayed
searching for his thin waist under that red cape. Gently, I kind of
suckled on his bottom lip. My stomach muscles contracted. I felt like
I was reaching a climatic point. I had been wanting this so badly
finally getting it was tiring and relieving and just- euphoric.
Vincent was reluctant to kiss me back but he did at some point for a
little while. That was enough for me. He accepted my affectionate
actions and that's all that mattered.
My lust growing to a
nearly uncontrollable state I pressed his face against mine and
forced his mouth open. I slid my tongue in and explored the foreign
space. His dark hair felt soft and plentiful in my hand. Was it a
dream? I didn't want to find out. I wanted the night to consume me. I
wanted to slumber for as long as time went on. He winced a little
when I licked the corner of his lips. If I parted too much the kiss
would end yet if I lasted too long he'd avoid me more than he's
expected to. It was always a delicate situation with him and it was
infuriating! So I shifted my lower half a little closer to his. My
thighs became tight and my hold on him too. It was a thrill when he
leaned closer.
I was panting and nearly suffocated when I let him
go. He hastily hid his mouth away in his collar and stared at me with
a confused angered look. I didn't know what my face look liked. I
didn't care. The silence had become extremely awkward and painful! I
laughed nervously trembling. My palms were sweating and my chest was
thumping. "I know I'm a Turk and I know you'll never stop
mourning but-" His dive at my face cut me off. I was truly
ecstatic but his lips did not meet mine.
"Do not tell a
soul," he threatened in a hushed hiss. Brows arched and bruised
lips in a rainbow I tried to comprehend what had just occurred. He
looked afraid; like I felt.
"What, w-why?" I stuttered.
He never answered my questions but pleased my yearn. The taste of him
lingered on my canines. "There's nothing wrong with just a
little, little fun," I told him in between each breathing break
in our kiss...
Chapter 15 end... lol
A/N: when he's at the door of his apartment listen to one more time... While you're reading the rant listen to a demon for every day and when the girls come in listen to something like Sucks to be you by prozzak... Lol... Well I'm working on 17 right now... It'll be in later or early tomorrow... We don't stopahhh lol... I love one more time!
Rage is a very
powerful thing. Everyone has their demons. It's very difficult to
exorcise them sometimes when they are always moving around in you;
finding different ways to weaken you. Rage and sorrow working
together can destroy you completely. Both alone are hazardous in
every way. They only feel right or fashionable sometimes because when
nothing occurs we feel superior. Living things have always been
striving for power; searching for a god. When we meet our fears and
play with them and nothing happens, that we're aware of, we feel
godly. We feel powerful. We are own deity. We've answered the
question. That sense of self control that comes with sorrow appeals
to us and when it's mixed with rage which equals to a feeling of
strength and daringness those demons can manifest themselves in a way
none of us would imagine.
Vincent Valentine was cursed with
becoming part of Chaos or the other way around. He's a host of so
many demons. He walks around like the living dead; a misguided and
lost spirit. He was forced to be this; what he's become. He has the
power of demons yet it always drags him down. He lived thirty years
ago. Can you only imagine how hard that must be? We all want him to
move on. The thing is he's moved on so much already. But everything's
not lost. And if it is, there are more things in this world to gain.
Starting from scratch is never bad but we make it so because we are
selfish in that matter.
Nothing was meant to be alone. Humans were
never meant to be alone. But if you do feel lonesome in a sea of
people it's okay because you have your self. We're all made up of a
subconscious and a conscience. Two people in one body. Think of it
that way and you'll find your self with more people than you've ever
imagined. For the more sexual kind who doesn't care much for words
or spirituality just touch and warmth an alternative would be hope
and the realization that true love doesn't exist. Actually, we must
all be aware that true love doesn't exist and if it does then it's
our job to realize that we have to build it. Nothing comes easily in
life. When someone is "right" for you, you have to do
everything in your power to keep that knot tight. Each time there is
a dispute someone will mend it. And if you guys drift apart then...
that relationship was not meant to be. You're still searching and
there is still someone out there that you have yet to meet.
Funny
thing here: there is always someone who'll like you. There will
always be that secret admirer... How come we never notice? We're not
psychic. And if you never find that right person... Wake up and tend
to that person inside you. I'm telling you the truth. You are someone
you've yet to meet. You're someone who you should try to have a
relationship with. Make it work. Everything's not lost.
All the
kisses in my life led to sex. This was the first time I ever felt
that I didn't want to have sex with the person that I had just
kissed. I wanted to marvel at his face for as long as possible. It
was shocked and much livelier. I felt guilty yet satisfied that I had
triggered that rosy hue on his lips. I was just about to reach for
his pale cheeks when the girl's voices came back faintly to my ears.
They were just behind the door. We drifted away to different corners
of the kitchen.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Tifa asked
Yuffie. The young lady's shoulder was all bandaged up. She nodded and
got back to whatever she was doing before she wounded herself.
"Hope
you feel better Yuffie." I didn't care much if she was okay or
not. I thought that was the appropriate thing to say. "Tifa
thanks for the care." I was actually grateful for that aspirin.
"Vincent," The mere mention of his name from me put him on
edge. I would never betray him. "Take care." I patted his
back and took my leave.
When you're in love you feel like you have
something to live for. That makes most people really happy. When
people are in a good mood you can tell. I didn't know if I was acting
like one of those overly joyous loons or not but I do know I was
riding around with a smirk plastered onto my face. I never said
anything polite to random people on the street. I was kind of
energetic but not as obsessive as most people are when they get what
they want. I was pretty much under control... I was keeping it pretty
cool-
Swiftly I swiped the cardkey. As soon as that door opened I
practically hopped in! "YEAH OH YES!" Self-control my ass!
I think I even did a celebration dance. My apartment door hadn't even
gotten a chance to close properly before I was losing it! "Fuck
yes!" I told myself! "FUCK YEAH I ROCK!" I
yelled.
A/N: I have writer's block again... This sucks...
When
something good happens or we're in a good mood we tend to forget
about everything else. I was ransacking my cupboards for some food.
It had been a long day and I had ignored my appetite too long
now.
Sadly enough I hadn't even had time to buy anything for so
long. My refrigerator and cupboards and storage closet were scanty.
Just as I closed the refrigerator I heard.
"Knock, knock, am
I interrupting something?" This man seemed to sense my arrival.
It was rather stalkerish but I suppose I didn't really mind. The day
is especially hard on him since he was stuck between four walls
avoiding paper cuts and ink stains. Each day he got mountains of
paper work to play around with. It was a drag being Tseng. I guess
that's the only alternative when you can't raise a gun to a man's
head without any moral remorse.
"No you're not interrupting.
Come in if you want," I told him. "I'm not going to be that
hospitable there's nothing to offer you here, except." I looked
at my choices. "Some milk that that expired four months ago, a
bagel from I don't know when, Twizlers, and," I looked at the
topic at hand closely. " A rubber band." Tseng had already
made himself comfortable on my couch.
"No, thank you. I think
I'll have to pass." I didn't blame him. I shoved everything back
but the Twizlers that I bought a week ago into the garbage.
"I
ask myself about you sometimes." He ran his fingers through his
hair.
"What else other than 'how can he live under these
conditions that he puts himself in' do you ask yourself?" I was
being a complete idiot.
"Come over here and I'll tell you."
Tempting it really was. I didn't know if I should go or not. "What's
wrong?" The imbecilic, thought of 'he can read my mind' went
through my head.
"You know what why don't we go out?" He
didn't exactly respond to that like I imagined he would.
"I
don't feel like going out today. I'm really tired. I know you're
hungry. Why don't we go to my apartment?" Sounded well to me.
The only reason I was so hesitant was because I was confused. Vincent
and I weren't legitimate and neither were Tseng and I. It wasn't
cheating. I agreed.
His apartment, I never recalled coming in
here. Everything was orderly as expected. It was old looking because
of the Brazilian rosewood. We ate some ramen and drank some herbal
tea at a small round table.
"There is something different
about you Reno."
"Good or bad?"
"You tell
me." He wasn't sure what it was and neither was I. "Ah,"
he said. It seemed Tseng had just stumbled upon the answer. "What's
the good news?" Wow he was skilled. Yet it was all psychology
and ethics. Being able to read a person was mandatory in being a
Turk.
"Wow, news? Nope, I don't have any news. Well, it's
nothing important." I was obviously lying and he could tell. I
guess anyone could tell when I went up a few notes.
"Uhuh?
Spill it!"
"What? Spill what? No- w-why?" You'd
think I'd throw in the towel.
Tseng got up from his seat and
walked over to me. "Why are you hiding this so much if it isn't
important?" He pushed the table a little and sat on my lap. It
looked like he was riding me. What could I possibly say to get out of
this one?
"Fine, fine, I was helping a friend out," I
began. He cut me off with a lick to my neck. "I thought you
wanted to know!" I argued.
"Go on then..."
A/N: I'm trying to type this as fast as I can! So that I can push in other ideas! I have writer's block!
"A musician?"
"You
sound surprised." Obviously he was.
Sadly enough my
involvement in the fine arts has shocked many people. Once someone
has seen you drunk they automatically assume you are a lost case. If
you smoke in a certain style they can determine if you are either a
vagabond or a snob.
We base everything on a basics; stereotypes,
and then we make assumptions. This is for our well being. What about
the other person's well being? Well, when you win it's not always
beneficial to the other person. Life is a battle whether it's an
enjoyable thought or not. The people that are better off are those
who have strong defenses.
"I apologize but I am," he
laughed. He new I was offended so he tried to repair the tiny
emotional damage he had caused. I put a hand to his mouth.
"Don't
worry I forgive you." I smirked at him. "Maybe tomorrow,
Tseng. I'm not in the mood." I kissed him on the cheek and
embraced him. Unlike Vincent he was welcoming and much warmer. I felt
I could hold him for a good time but something told me to let him go.
The more self-indulgent part of me attempted to debate with that gut
feeling. "Don't worry it's nothing you said. I just don't have
the urge to do anything with anyone right now. I'll let you know if I
change my mind. Oh, and thanks for having me over," I let him
free but held his hand a little before parting completely. It was a
sign of affection that never failed to get you what you want.
"Asher,
you owe me," he sounded disappointed and angry at the same
time.
"I know. I'll make it up to you somehow."
I
couldn't sleep. I just laid there in my bed watching ever minute that
passed. Time was much slower at night than it was in the day. That's
how it felt. I knew that the reason for that was because during the
day I was usually more distracted than at night, sometimes... I
couldn't shut my eyes at all. I wanted to stop thinking about today
and start reliving it in my dreams. Vincent Valentine had finally
fallen. The mask was almost off. Almost in this case meant almost,
almost. I found myself touching my lips. I was that guy. I hated
being that guy who touches his lips as he remembers or touched his
arm as he remembers... More importantly females were usually the ones
who were doing that. I came to disgust myself for being so damn
sentimental. I was also acting very cheesy seeing as the media had
used that same action so many times to portray to the audience that
that particular character is falling or has fallen for the second
main character.
Amazingly I was so unfocused I went from thinking
about how cheesy I was to what kind of cheese I would be. For
sometime I was listing different dairy products and wondering if
Vincent would like any of them... I was so pathetic and in love... I
laughed about it but then it became direly suffocating. I was in love
and I couldn't do anything about it. I was powerless to an emotion,
the highly destructive virus whose name is made up of four measly
letters!
A/N: I have no words for this except for crap. I don't know what is going to happen next... I came back however. That's good. Lol. I hope. I drew RENO AND VINCENT AGAIN. PLEASE VISIT ME DEVIANT PAGE! DO NOT TERRORIZE ME! I MUST DRAW... I know I'm not thaaaat good but I'm okay...
I had eventually shut my eyes and rested for at least half an hour. When I got out of bed the sky matched my eyes and the sun was resisting the clouds. I was off automatically to do my usual duties. That day my shoulders were especially heavy but one thing kept my head up and my back arched in arrogance and nonchalant-ness like always. I wanted to finish work as fast as possible. I needed and wanted to find Vincent again.
