Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy – Big & Rich
Chapter 21: Ready to Let Go
"Remnant?" Vince said and slowly let his eyes slide from their downcast glance to look at the man before him. Vince smiled wickedly, "Hardly. I'm the real deal, Kid."
Kadaj straightened, his form haloed by the light above as he towered over Vince. He tipped his chin high and grinned, "The real deal? All I see is the shadow of a man, made by the mysteries of Materia. Nothing more than a Remnant of what Father once was."
Vince's eyes shot wide.
"Oh yes, I see the Planet's hand in you. Nothing more than Materia, stealing the form and memories of another man… How pitiful," Kadaj jeered.
Vince's eyes blazed but he bit his tongue.
"As to quote my Brother," Kadaj smiled childishly, "Want to play?"
Vince stood despite the fact that Kadaj's blade followed and lingered just under his chin all the way up. Vince was taller than Kadaj and while they were both lithe, it was easier to tell Vince was also more built.
"The Remnant of a SOLDIER and the Remnant of a Turk, both top of their class. This will, I have to admit, be interesting," Vince smiled as he dusted himself off, his hand lingered just above the grip of his gun as he did so.
In a flash, it started. Kadaj lunged forward as Vince weaved gracefully to the left and hefted his mighty gun. In the same instant it took to aim, he fired.
Kadaj masterfully twisted his sword this way and that, letting the metal slugs ping off his double-bladed Katana harmlessly.
Vince moved with the grace of a cat, his movements blurred in their speed and yet gave the impression that he was moving lazily. Each move was precise and executed with distinct purpose. Vince backpedaled and twisted, all the while pressing his hairpin triggers faster than Kadaj could see.
A bullet grazed his cheek and the game paused. The silver haired youth raised one black-gloved hand to brush at the warm oozing liquid on his cheek. He glanced at the hot stain on his fingertips before looking to Vince.
Vince did not move his stance. He remained at a sidewise position and looked down the barrel of his Quicksilver without remorse. His brows were drawn tight, concentration evident and the steely look in his eyes reminded Kadaj that Turks were bred for one thing and one thing only.
Perfection.
The Turk part of him, the part trained to kill, would not stop until one of them was dead. His eyes, ten times darker than before and yet glowed brighter than the sun, reflected just one thing back to Kadaj. Death. His target was in sight and the Turk was ready to do his job with flawless precision.
After all, it's not just his job. It's who he is, what he's bred to be.
Kadaj shrugged before leaping forwards. They were at odds. Vince could shoot point blank, up close and personal or at a distance. Kadaj needed close combat. His sword, sadly, could not stretch over any distance, though that would be convenient. So Vince backpedaled smoothly, grinning and pushing out slugs left and right as Kadaj dipped, dived, ducked, and dodged.
Click.
Vince frowned. Ammunition, it appeared, had suddenly run off on him. With a nimble twist, he evaded the silver arch of Kadaj's sword and reached into one of the pockets of his black cargo pants. When his fingers brushed the familiar touch of his gun's clips, he grinned.
Kadaj leapt up, spun, and his sword followed obediently behind him. With a slight change as he flung through the air, he shifted his angle to change the path of his sword. The Katana raced downwards at Vince with a menacing double silver gleam.
Vince tossed his clip high into the air. His face became contorted in concentration as he effortlessly bent at the knees and leaned back. As the sword zipped by inches from his face, he unloaded the empty clip from his gun. With a deft curl, he spun to face the ground and lifted his empty gun to the ceiling behind him. With a satisfying click, the clip ran smoothly into the gun without hindrance. Using his momentum from the previous moves, he fell to the ground and rolled away from the deadly, spinning Remnant.
Kadaj landed gracefully a ways away from Vince as he pushed off from the floor and leapt to his feet. With a flick of the wrist, he locked the clip into his gun and took aim once more.
The Remnant nodded his praise, his brows quirked in respect, before his mouth set into a firm, pursed line. He lunged forward, a blur of black leather and deadly silver steel. Vincent lunged forward, caught the youth off guard, and brought the heavy reinforced butt of his gun down hard upon Kadaj's temple.
Kadaj fell to the ground and the world spun before his eyes. With the subtle upwards bounce of his body, Vince kicked the Remnant hard in the ribs during the air time, causing him to tumble roughly down the marble floor in a series of squelching noises created by the friction between his leather garb and the polished floor.
Vince aimed at the prone, supine form on the floor, "Game over."
Kadaj smiled, his reflection pressed to the marble floor grinned back at him, and he looked to Vince, "Best two out of three."
Kadaj jumped to his feet and looked at the barrel pointing menacingly at him. He smiled and shrugged before raising one hand, a glowing orb of activated Materia set into the armor of his forearm, "I suggest you dodge."
The Remnant took pleasure in Vince's shocked gaze as the mastered orb of Fire Materia exploded into life before them. The bright light of the blazing flames blinded the silver haired youth for a moment and the heat caressed his face in the way that he wished Mother would. But if this made Mother happy…
…Then he was happy.
Kadaj took pride in the fact that he was more like his Father than his Father thought.
"As long as she is happy," Vincent sighed, thinking of Lucrecia, "Then it doesn't really matter…I'm happy too. I'm happy for her…"
Sephiroth's Remnant looked at the wreckage of the blast, searched for Vince's scorched body, but found nothing but a large, ugly black stain. Kadaj was mildly pleased with himself until a flicker of dark red and black caught his attention from above.
Vince had leapt back and ran up the wall at the last second, narrowly evaded the blast and lingered for a small time, weightless, high above before pressing close. He allowed his muscles to wind up like springs before he kicked off the wall. With his back to the ground, he arched in a long, muscle-tensed flip. He cleared the air over Kadaj's head and landed soundlessly behind him.
Crouched from his landing, he spun his feet to twist his body to face the silver haired Remnant. Raising his gun quicker than Kadaj could turn, he aimed.
Kadaj dully noted the bright blue light emitting from one of the slots on the large gun. Materia. Ice Materia.
"You know, for all the stuff I've heard about you being Sephiroth's Remnant, I must admit that I'm fairly disappointed," Vince smirked.
Kadaj didn't move.
"I mean, wasn't he the one who burned a whole village through his rage? You obviously didn't inherit his skill with Fire Materia."
Kadaj howled in rage and hefted his sword up to attack, but Vince had already let go of his accumulated magic. Ice showered the room mercilessly. It sprouted in dangerous, ragged spikes from the floor, ceiling, and walls. The surface of the chamber was layered with inches of thick ice but that wasn't what concerned Kadaj.
No, what had caught Kadaj's attention was the tree trunk sized spike jutting through his right thigh; blood crept down the remainder of the frozen point. He scrabbled with both hands against the icy impalement and screamed.
With racing breath, Kadaj hardly noticed the gentle caress of Vince's gun as the barrel tapped his temple, "You won't avoid this, I guarantee it."
Kadaj sneered, "You honestly think it's that easy?"
Vince tilted his head, "Do you think your brains will magically reconstruct themselves after this bullet tears them to shreds?"
"Vince, watch out!" Zack yelled, his voice strained.
"Kid!" Cid howled.
Vince let reality sink back into him and as it did, his uptight Turk training released his mind a little. Enough to make it a second too late when he noticed the shadow that swallowed him whole, and blocked out the light.
Vince let out a hoarse cry of pain as two sets of jagged claws pierced his shoulder blades from behind and sank straight through. When he looked down he could see the shiny, wet, red points of those claws as they flexed within him.
His blood stained those twitching claws.
"Oh," Vince groaned softly as blood oozed out from the corners of his mouth.
"Kid, no!" Cid growled and with a great thrust, he dislodged the creature he had pressed back with his spear. He jogged over to him as quickly as his sliced open leg would allow, and tried to ignore the pain as he watched Quicksilver fall from Vince's benumbed fingers.
The gun collided with the floor harshly and the jarring contact set off the delicate hairpin trigger. The gunshot sliced through the noise of battle like a warm knife through butter. The creatures all disappeared in puffs of black smoke, drawing Zack and Cid's attention to the two young men engaged in battle.
Kadaj looked at Vince's startled, dull eyes with equally startled ones. Vince's gaze slowly fell down to the puckered lump of leather and blood that was embedded just over Kadaj's heart. Kadaj brought up his already blood slicked hand to numbly brush over the bullet wound. He could feel his Mother's cells desperately trying to mend the hole in his heart, but with each shuddering beat, the tear only opened again and again and again.
With the creature behind him gone, Vince was free to fall to his knees without anything to hold him back. Zack rushed up beside his friend and fumbled through his items to find a Cure Materia, a potion, anything to help.
Vince merely continued to watch the Remnant in front of him. With his magic slowly fading, the ice around them melted away and once the only thing that held the youth up was gone, he slunk to his knees as well.
"I was hoping…he would like me…more than She did…" Kadaj whispered.
Vince only watched sadly as Kadaj reached one blood soaked and shaky hand towards him. He could tell that Kadaj didn't see him so much as his elder self. He knew Kadaj saw Vince as a man with a blood red cloak, long messy hair, and fiery red Mako eyes, and not as the young Turk from a different time period.
Vince did not draw back when those icy cold, red smeared fingertips found his cheek. He allowed Kadaj to touch his cheek, allowed him to prove to himself that Vince was truly there, that he was a tangible force before him and not just another voice inside his head.
"…Father," Kadaj whispered as the particles of his Life Stream fluttered surreally at his shoulders and the frame of his body.
Vince maintained eye contact with the young Remnant and nodded. His voice was soft and hoarse, exactly like his elder self, "Yeah, Kid…I'm here."
Kadaj smiled and his face seemed to shed years in that smile. It was bare, innocent, and raw. His hand began to break apart into small fluttery specks of colored Life Stream, but it did not faze him. The process steadily advanced up his arms, up his knees, but he continued to smile.
"Say hello…to Big Brother…for me…" Kadaj let out in a whisper and as the process began to finish, he said one word in a contented sigh, "Father."
Vince was dimly aware of the warmth that spread through his body and healed his wounds as Zack administered a mastered Cure spell to him.
"Two out of three," Vince whispered as his lids slid shut, "I win."
Vince collapsed to the ground as Zack continued to administer Cure Materia to his steadily healing body. He would live…
…For now, he would live.
Sephiroth had noticed it, just as he did now. Kadaj had lost to the younger Vincent and the Turk had also suffered nearly fatal damage. He could tell when the Turk almost returned to the Life Stream because the monstrous form that was once Vincent Valentine flickered in and out of reality before them. Vincent had stopped, for a moment, to observe the phenomenon. He had lifted his hand to gaze at the fading appendage as it changed from solid, to ghostly, to nothing at all and back. But once the fading had stopped and his body was solid once more, the shell of Vincent Valentine rushed back into battle.
Sephiroth smiled as he watched his Father steadily evolve. From the new color of his irises to the bunching muscles beneath his skin, Sephiroth could see the change within him. JENOVA and Chaos had joined together to create a completely new force with which to take Vincent's body with.
The familiar armor of Chaos was hard to forget but it was the subtle differences that hinted Sephiroth in to the change, other than the distinctive change in energy. It was things like the bunches of energy huddled around Vincent's shoulder blades, preparing his fragile body for the next painful step.
It was the thin, hairline cracks that were steadily spreading through Vincent's sparking gold claw. It was the slight change to his center of balance, now held lower than it once was, and how his body had adapted a new and stronger build.
It was the fangs beneath his lips and the points of his ears. The delicate placing of that red bandana, looping down and around one eye and it was the change in his hair. But more than that, it was the silver locks of hair, here and there, which had settled down to frame his face.
It was the alien intelligence of a natural predator gleaming in his eyes and it was the changes to his gun. His gun, Cerberus, had changed just as much as its owner had. The three wolfs heads were opening in a ceaseless howl, allowing places for the bullets to exit. Fearsome fangs caressed those barrels without hindering the exit point. The gun was black now, sleeker and larger. A unique, electric silver design swirled around the barrels and mimicked the beautiful flow of the Life Stream itself.
Vincent Valentine was losing in the fight to remain a pathetic mortal soul and instead, was becoming something glorious. Sephiroth would have his Father soon enough and when he brought Vincent to Mother; she would seal the deal and would complete Vincent's transformation.
Skin that seemed to be made of light itself, shone from the inside out. Wings, the perfect mixture of demon and angel, seemed to be made of shadow rather than flesh and blood. Eyes, a molten mixture of amber, red and pink, swirled in the darkness before him. His hair, long sleek black locks that gave off the constant impression of just the right amount of sleek wetness, caressed his back coldly, gently, and hung beautifully in his eyes. His body, built for destruction and murder, was perfect and bore no scars, no blemishes. His hands, both human in appearance, were perfect twins of each other. Both made of flesh, bone, and raw power. His clothing nothing more than the remnant of his once red, tattered cloak, now black, tied perfectly around his hips, it swooped down to cover all but just one lithe, muscled leg. He looked like a Greek God and stood tall and proud…
He stretched his wings out gloriously, the span of those shadowy limbs were taller than Sephiroth himself, and cast him into darkness.
"My son," a whisper and yet not… Soothing, dark, melodious, but still baring the ghost of a growl from its former tone.
"Father."
Sephiroth smiled. It truly was too bad that the boy, Kadaj, would not get to see his Father when the transformation is completed. After all, he did give his life just to see him. Too bad he ran into the wrong one.
"A pity," Sephiroth whispered and after a pause, he grinned within the darkness.
Vincent leapt to the side in a blur of movement, easily evading the thick trunk of a tail that was flung his way. He lunged forward and pressed from one wall to the next in invisible movements. Two leaps later, he was hovering just over the creature's head, his gun aimed and a unholy grin plastered onto his face.
"Dodge this."
The creature's grin fell ever so slightly as it watched the glow grow in front of each of the gun's barrels. Its eyes were wide.
"Vincent."
Suddenly, the world exploded into an array of colors and lights. The force of the gun itself seemed to have ripped through the fabrics of reality itself and open the Life Stream within the hallway of the labs. The world was a mixed of blood splash white tile, broken doors, and the ocean of the world between life and death. Water flooded the hall in a roar of motion, swirling around them in a blur of rage and dragging them down within its currents. The creature's face was gone from the upper lip and onwards. Its lower jaw lolled disgustingly as blood swirled within the beauty of the in-between world. Both creatures were unconscious but the beings locked deep within them were being tugged gently from their prisons.
There was nothing but the vast quietness of the world between. The unconscious bodies they left behind lay silent in the halls of Hojo's labs.
Yuffie looked more beautiful here than Vincent had ever seen her before. Her skin seemed to glow here, her form caught between becoming apart of the Life Stream and returning to the world they left behind. She smiled and it reminded him of the smiles Lucrecia Crescent once gave him. Special, made just for him.
"Vincent," she said her voice proved it to him in a second. She was going to die. Her voice was warm, soothing, just like Aeris' and Lucrecia's whenever they came to him in dreams. Yuffie continued, her tone soft, "There is something I want to tell you."
"Yuffie…I-"
Yuffie smiled and wrinkled her nose, letting one slender finger point at him in accusation, "Don't you dare say it, Valentine. If you dare tell me you're sorry, I swear, I'm going to knock in the head!"
Vincent only watched her in silence, his shoulders suddenly heavy.
They stood that way for a while, simply standing in the vastness of the ocean, unaffected by the water as it drifted into their lungs like air instead of liquid.
"You know, I've won our argument."
Vincent leaned back a bit and arched one slender brow, the slight curve of his lips hidden beneath the cowl of his cloak, "Hmm?"
"You're not a monster. Now I can say that with personal experience to back me up!"
"Yuffie," Vincent said softly, but it went ignored.
"I know what its like to be a monster, mister, and you're no monster! You're selfless, brave, kind in your own way and you're definitely not a monster!"
Vincent sighed softly but said nothing. He knew the conversation wouldn't go anywhere and Yuffie did have experience now…that was his fault, too.
"Yuffie…"
"You know…Vince promised that he wouldn't leave me until I was ready to let go."
"Hmm."
Yuffie fingered one stray lock of her hair until it was back behind her ear, "I think I'm…almost ready."
Vincent looked at her and waited patiently.
"Are you afraid?"
The question startled Vincent and for a moment, he forgot about the weight on his shoulders and heart.
"…"
Yuffie blushed and looked up at the endlessness of the ocean, "You don't have to answer if you don't want-"
"-Yes."
Her gaze did not stray, she merely hummed that she had heard him and hoped he would continue.
"I am afraid…that what I'm doing is…I-"
"-We all knew what we were getting into when we agreed to help you, Vincent," she cut him off boldly, "Death is apart of the whole Hero business. We knew that, most likely, we were going to die. Luck runs out eventually, after all. But…"
Yuffie paused to look at him.
"I think I understand what you're trying to do now, Vincent…"
Vincent was about to open his mouth when she cut him off once more, "Keep going."
Vincent's eyes went just a tad bit wider, "What?"
"Don't give up. Keep going, kill JENOVA, send Vince back and," she smiled, "Fix it so this never happens, okay?"
"But-"
She wagged her finger at him and winked, "No butts, Vinny."
He closed his mouth.
"But one thing does scare me…about what you're going to do. If everything does go as you plan, and you do send Vince back…none of us are going to remember any of this. The cost of a peaceful life will be to forget each other and to lose…all the memories that have made us close," Yuffie whispered and looked down, her black hair shadowing her expression, "I don't want to forget you guys…"
The weight settled back down upon Vincent's shoulders, threatening to drown him here in this ocean.
"I don't want to forget about the long summer nights we spent while we tracked down Sephiroth, and I don't want to forget about the kids. I don't want to lose my memories of AVANLANCHE…of the Cloud, Tifa, Reeve, Caith Sith, Barret, or Nanaki…I don't want to forget about Aeris, or all the battles we went through side by side. The Turks, even if some of them are annoying," she pulled a face, "Or Vince…"
"…Yuffie."
"But most of all, I don't want to forget about you."
Vincent took a step closer to brush the hair out of her face only to let his eyes settle upon her tear stained face.
"I'm sorry…Yuffie."
She punched him lightly in the chest and let out a whisper, "I said no apologies, remember?"
"Yuffie-"
"Vincent, I-" Yuffie began but Vincent shook his head and placed one finger on her lips.
"Wait," he said, softly, "Its best this way, in our case."
Yuffie's steely gaze went wide, "What?"
"Its best that you forget about me. It would be a shame for you to waste your love on me."
Yuffie opened her mouth to object before Vincent shook his head again.
"You deserve someone who can return that love in full, Yuffie. Someone who can be by your side and share the happiness you create. To help you rule Wutai. I can't do those things, Yuffie…"
Yuffie did not move as he gently grabbed her chin between two long calloused fingers and tilted her head back to look at him.
"You've become a beautiful woman, Yuffie Kisaragi," he said softly and gently wiped away her tears with his hand, "It's been an honor to fight by your side, Empress."
"It's been an honor to have died by yours," she smiled, "Thank you, Vincent…"
A portal a little ways behind Yuffie opened and the little fluttering fireflies of the Life Stream flickered beautifully around her, lighting her skin up warmly.
"It's time," he said softly, "Are you afraid?"
She shook her head, "No… I'm ready to let go."
Vincent was about to apologize but decided that it would probably upset her more than not saying it would so he pursed his lips and looked down, caught between talking and not, when she caught him by surprise.
Her lips were warm, most likely due to the Life Stream's loving touch upon her skin, and she practically glowed with the happiness of a star as she did so. It was gentle and chaste. Nothing more than a soft press of her lips upon his forehead. Not his lips, for that was a lover's place, but upon his forehead. Forgiveness, love, and a friend's touch…
She took pride in the soft splash of surprise on his face and she whispered, a breaths width away from his face, "Thank you for everything, Vincent Valentine. Thank you for coming, for saving me, and for waiting for me to be ready to let go."
She turned then, and prepared to let the Life Stream take her. The touches of color on her hands, her legs, the frame of her body, were already being drawn into the portal, but a voice stopped her for just a moment.
"Yuffie."
Yuffie turned to see that Vincent had unbuckled the cowl of his cloak so that it showed his face without falling off. But it wasn't his face that surprised her, she already knew that he was handsome, but it was the thing that was on that face that made her heart quiver in surprise.
Vincent smiled.
He smiled a true smile and nodded his head to her, "Thank you for loving me."
Yuffie smiled as the Life Stream took her.
"Go get'em, Vinny."
"Yuffie has passed on," Aeris whispered softly.
Vince scrunched his face up in a pathetic way and flopped over. He did not want to wake up yet. He didn't know where he was, what he was doing, and didn't care. The soft blanket and the warmth it gave him called to him and he fully intended to take its invitation back to sleep when his mind began to register that comment.
Yuffie has passed on…
"I see…" Cloud said softly, his tone heavy.
"Shit," Cid whispered.
Zack looked to Aeris, "What about Vincent?"
"He's fine, or as fine as he can be considering. He is about to return to his body and when he does he'll be able to regain control…for now."
Vince shot up then, eyes wide, "Whoa, whoa, wait! Back up. What happened to Yuffie? And what's controlling Vincent?"
Aeris smiled as Vince gave a soft wince and rubbed at his sore shoulders.
"I did my best, Vince, but I could only heal so much. Its pretty much mended, but you're going to be a little sore," Zack said with a warm, but hollow tone.
Vince nodded, "Thanks."
"What about Sephiroth, Aeris?" Cloud interrupted, "Can you sense him anywhere?"
Aeris shook her head with a slight frown, "No. I haven't felt him at all since I've gotten here. I couldn't say."
"Hmm."
"What am I missing?" Vince said softly, his eyes glued to the warm orb in the middle of their circle.
"Yuffie has passed on…I'd rather not go into detail. Vincent went with her to the world between life and death to, I suppose you could say, ease her into what comes next. He is returning now."
"Oh. What about Kadaj?" Vince said in a hushed voice.
"Passed on as well," Cloud said, his voice monotonous.
"So what's next?"
"We need to find the Core of the Portals and take out anything that gets in our way," Zack replied.
Cid thumbed his nose, "Are there any more hooligans that we need to look out for, Aeris?"
Aeris sighed, "Unfortunately…yes. Rosso the Crimson, Azul the Cerulean, and, of course, Sephiroth."
"Sephiroth…" Cloud whispered.
Aeris looked to him with shiny green eyes and sighed, "I'm sorry, Cloud."
Cloud shook his head, "I knew he would be here. Its only a matter of time…"
Vince brought his eyes back to the bright orb of Materia between them, ignored the burning in his eyes, and asked, "When do we leave?"
"Soon."
Vincent watched the portal before him close and he fumbled with the clasps of his cloak as he waited. Suddenly he felt the water's currents pick up and drag at his being. With a startled cry, he was plucked and tugged throughout the merciless currents as he spiraled downwards into dark oblivion.
He watched the white bubbles of his screams float upwards as he was dragged down, down, down, into darkness.
Vincent let out a shuddering gasp and slowly breathed in and out. His body was hurting…but it wasn't just hurting but it was hurting. Every fiber of his body with screaming with agony as he slowly opened his familiar, normal fiery red eyes.
He was lying in the gore-coated hallway. The creature that had once been Yuffie Kisaragi lay in a bloody mess, coiled around him limply. He did not move, not immediately. He just let everything sink in.
JENOVA and Chaos had evolved within him into one being…
…And Yuffie Kisaragi was dead.
He tipped his head back to take in more of his surroundings and froze.
"Hello, Vincent," Sephiroth grinned down at him from his place above. He sat on the tallest mound of Yuffie's carcass, the only part of her somewhat clean, and his silver hair out of threat from bloodstains. He had his forearms resting gently on his knees, and his form was haloed by the little light that remained in the room, "I was afraid you weren't going to wake up."
Vincent's head shot up, despite the aching protests of his body, and he sat up, his upper torso turned to see him, "Sephiroth."
Sephiroth nodded, "Glad to hear you remember me."
Vincent scowled, "What do you want?"
Sephiroth stood then, brushed himself off and said, "Mother requests an audience with you but first," he smiled down at Vincent, "I'd like to see how far through the transformation you are in. Nothing too big, of course, just a small fight…until you're unconscious and easy to handle."
Vincent scowled and moved his hand to reach for his gun only to find it M.I.A. and a ways down the hall. It must have been blown from his grasp during the explosion from the gun.
Sephiroth could tell Vincent was calculating his chances of reaching the gun before him, seeing as it was just between them, and laughed, "Ready?"
Vincent lunged for his gun and Sephiroth leapt into action.
"So, where is he, Rosso?" the large man growled as he crushed the head of the last creature beneath his large, booted foot. Blood, bone, and brains scattered beneath the pressure and coated the floor in a unpleasant splash of gore.
His companion, a young woman with fiery red hair and a outfight much closer to a second skin than clothing, pressed off the wall she was leaning against and shrugged, her accent thick as she said, "How should I know, Azul? But he is here, somewhere. I can feel him."
"Good," Azul snarled, "This pathetic creatures are beginning to bore me. I want a real challenge."
"As do I, Azul. As do I. Patience, my friend, Vincent's death will be ours shortly and fortunately," she grinned, "There is one for both of us."
Azul laughed, "I want the real one, Rosso. His death will be mine."
Rosso shrugged, "Fine. I'll take the younger of the two then. But you better hurry if you plan to kill the eldest. The silver haired man is battling him as we speak."
Azul let out a huff of impatience and began to walk to the door, "His death will be mine, Rosso."
Rosso only smiled and examined her nails.
Yay, another chapter done! Sorry, this one might not be as good as the others but it was all necessary… I hope you liked it. Hopefully these frequent updates will continue but, well, you never know.
I got someone to proof read it and I reread the beginning, so hopefully the spelling and grammar will be a bit better this time. -
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