Sorry I've been gone so long. The computer died and needed to be sent off twice to be repaired. But it's back up and running!
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"Vincent: Chapter Twelve"
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"Yuffie?" Cloud couldn't believe it, stepping further into the small, nearly unnoticeable building to see if it was actually her. She was basked in light, due to a hole in the roof, and the entire room was tinted green.
She stood there, holding out a cure materia, it's shine the cause for the green throughout the room. Her face was frozen in a confused look. Vincent clung to her mid-section, weeping, continuing to call out for Cloud to use a soft.
Cloud drew closer, pulling off his gloves quickly and touching her face. She was real. She was there. Her cheek was so cold though, and so hard. She was a statue, she had been there all this time, protected by this little shack of a building. He suddenly realized what Vincent was asking of him and fumbled through his bag, pulling out a soft. He placed it just over her head and released it. It seemed to go in slow motion, every little particle of light almost seeming to stop in mid-air, agonizingly slow, but it touched her head at last.
Slowly, she began to regain her color, soft warm skin replacing the solid cold rock that had been there before.
"Cure!" A green light enveloped her, she looked around, confused. "Vince? Spikey Head?! What are you doing here?!"
"Yuffie, you are alive."
"Whad'dya mean? Of course I'm alive!" She smiled to him, not even noticing how much he had aged. "Where'd all of these vines come from anyways?" She pulled them off, still wondering what had happened.
"Yuffie, you've been petrified for twenty-eight years."
"Har har Mr. Chocobo head, twenty-eight years." She tried to move, but almost tripped. "Ow! Why do my legs feel so bad?"
"Yuffie, please listen. It's been twenty-eight years."
"Don't be silly. If I had been petrified that long then I would've been dead. A monster would have shattered me!"
"But Yuffie, there's no monsters in Old Midgar anymore."
"What's that on your cheek?" She tried to rub it off, only to find it was a wrinkle. "Cloud, are you wearing, like, one of those Halloween masks? That's not funny ya'know!"
"Yuffie, this is my face. We all thought you were dead, what's left of us, anyways."
"Very funny. You know I hate practical jokes." She tried to pull the mask off of his face. "You got this glued on or somethin'?"
"Yuffie," Vincent cried from her side, "Kris is dead."
"Vincent, please... Not you too..."
"No Yuffie, it's not a joke. Reeve, Barret, Kris... they're gone."
She stared at both of them, taking in Cloud's aged face, and Vincent's much longer hair. "B-but... that's... not possible... is it?"
"It happened, didn't it?"
"And my baby," She broke down, "Oh Leviathian my baby!" Vincent caught her before she collapsed, comforting her the best he could.
"We should go." Cloud stared sadly at the ground, Vincent took the hint and carried his still young wife out of the building, and followed Cloud through the wreckage.
