Chapter One: Doing Bad Things
Chapter Two: Feeling Sorry For Yourself
Chapter Three: Running From Angry Ninjas
—Section S:experiment valentine discovers himself
There was broken glass. There was soaked—dripping. Everything was wet. Wet with the redness and what did I do? I looked down at my hands, and they were broken glass. And they were wet. There was the fact that I couldn't remember. There was the fact that I did anyway. Blurry images of her face. Fuzzy sounds in the back of my mind. I could hear her voice: monster. That's what she was saying. I could remember losing control. Blurry images of that face.
What did I do?
Then there was darkness. Then there was sleep. Then there was Chaos.
—Section I:redemption and the lack of seeking it
A point of light, a scream of vampire, and suddenly, I was awake again, I was alive again. And from then on, it was all brightness and laughing and crying and together. All of us together. Which was new. Which was nice. They didn't know. They didn't care. We were a group of wrongdoers and forgiveness-seekers, and I couldn't forget the fact that they didn't care. Which was nice.
There was evil. There was justice. There was materia. I could feel the materia sliding over my fingers. There was the fact that I first noticed her just after she stole my belongings. And that the night after she gave them back, she came to me and cried. There was the fact that I didn't hold her.
The fact that she didn't need me to.
There was justice. And my purpose in the brightness was gone. So, then… it was over.
And she didn't need me.
—Section N:the fact of no communication and finding him
Well, at first, there was just… a blur of places. A blur of faces. And the fact that I couldn't forget either of them. But the first didn't surprise me—she was the woman I was in love with. The woman who call me a monster. And she didn't deserve to be forgotten.
But then there was the other that was pasted to the inside of my head. And that was a surprise. Because she was all orange sneakers and tan skin and princess and materia and thief and stars. That's what she was. She wasn't any part of me.
Then there was her and finding me. It was strange to round a corner and hear my name shrieked out and hear the joy in her voice. And the fact that she threw herself into my arms. There was also that I didn't resist. There was also that I embraced her right back.
There were also the tears.
In the end—here was thing—I spelled my life out in letters. s i n. She spelled my life out in words. Guns. Baka. and there was also the fact of Her.