Siren's Song
Disclaimer: I'm too tired and sick of putting this one -_-… I'm just not gonna bother cuz… you know the drill.
Chapter 2
The siren tilted her head. It looked as if the man was frozen. She waved her hand in front of his face. He stood there blinking. She called out in her singing voice.
"Um…Hello? Is anyone there?"
Vincent shook his head.
"Oh. I'm sorry. I was just… thinking about something else."
Iris looked at him with her flashing green eyes and studied him. He had a red cape and bandana. His hair was overgrown and was covering half of his face, so it was hard to see his expressions. His eyes were crimson red, dancing like a fire. He was handsome. She noticed that his left arm was covered in golden metal that shone in the dim fairy lamp's light. It looked like a claw. Not like a bird claw that she had instead of her feet- but a claw that looked like a hand.
Vincent saw that Iris was staring at him, and blushed. He thanked his cape for hiding his expressions. He quietly looked away, still aware that his face might just give away what he was thinking. Iris tilted her head again, her emerald hair flowing down her shoulders. Then Vincent heard a splash under the swing. There merged a girl with flaming red hair.
"Fina!"
The siren's face filled with joy. Fina looked as her companion shouted out. She smiled, but it soon faded away when she saw a stranger standing there in a red cape.
"Iris… I brought you the lamp Flo made."
The clever siren realized what was wrong.
"Oh. Fina, this is Mr.Valentine. Mr.Valentine, this is Fina. She brings me the lamps Florence made because I can not go out of this… cage."
"That is not true, Iris! You can get out of this cage! But you always choose not to! You're a siren! You're supposed to sing, and lure men in!"
"…I do not wish to."
The red-haired girl sighed. Throughout this conversation, Vincent wondered why Fina was still in the water up to her neck. As if to read his mind, Fina climbed, or to be exact swam up to the land. Then he realized. She was a mermaid. Up to her breast, she was a perfect human with flaming red hair flowing down her shoulders gently, decorated by ivory colored shells and corals. Under her waist was a fish like tail, covered in shiny red scales. She sat down on a rock, two third of her tail still in the water. She held a tiny bubble in one hand, and held a lamp that resembled the lamps around the cage, in the other hand. She held out the lamp to her. The mermaid noticed Vincent looking at the glowing lamp and satisfied his curiosity.
"It is a lamp of the fairies. Our friend, Florence, who is also a siren, sings for the fairies, and in return, they give her some of their dust, which shines dim and beautifully. She sells them near the Gongaga area."
She had a slight Irish accent. It made her more attractive, but not as much as Iris. Vincent nodded as she handed the lamp to Iris. The siren carefully put it up on one of the bars of the cage.
"Tell Flo that I said thanks."
Fina nodded, her hair once again flowing like a bloody wave of the sea. Vincent noticed that the bubble on her hand was growing bigger. When it became as big as her, she wrapped herself in it and disappeared as the bubble popped. Iris once again turned her eyes back to him and smiled.
"Isn't it time for you to go back?"
Vincent hated to go back. He would have nothing else to do but weep over his beloved Lucretia. His lips formed a slight frown, but he did not bother to erase it. Iris saw this and raised a brow.
"I thought you would have liked to go back. It isn't very interesting here you know."
"Aye. But I hate to go back."
Vincent realized what he had just said and almost clasped his human hand over his mouth. The siren smiled.
"Oh, Mr.Valentine... I didn't know you thought of me that way!"
Iris replied with a giggle. Vincent felt his face flushing.
"Its..because.. Well.."
With that, Vincent explained everything and the relationship between him, Hojo, and his dear Lucretia. The siren looked at him with her emerald eyes full of pity.
"Oh I'm so sorry..But we have many in common... I had lost my love too. I am cursed. I shall never love another again, not with these."
With that, she swirled her hands around her feathery bird-like legs. He thought he could sniff a bit of flowerly aroma around when she moved. He moved a bit closer to the swing to smell the fragrance until he was satisfied. Iris didn't seem to noticed this, and went on.
"Well I have an ability to travel to past. But I cannot change the future, but just enjoying what had happened long ago. My favorite be medieval. Its quite peaceful and entertaining."
"Medieval..? What a nice speciality. I'd like to go. I never imagined how it would be."
"Really..I'd like to take you there. Its very interesting, with those people talking with funny accents and all."
He nodded. Anything to delay his departure. She took his human hand gently in hers. Her hands felt cool against his hot sweaty palm. A strange light wrapped them around itself. Within the light, he lost his consciousness, drifting off into a deep slumber, or at least what it seemed like sleeping. Strange songs hummed around him. It was a sleep he actually enjoyed. No more nightmares. No more people bothering and pestering him, causing worse dreams more and more. He felt like laying down on the clouds in the sky, drifting far away from his troubles that kept him awake in pain and despair.
It felt like days and days when he was jerked awake by someone.
"Aye..you must wake up now. We be here."
With a slight giggle, the singing voice flowed into his ears. He woke up abruptly, to find Iris, who was wearing a bergandi shawl across her shoulders, and a gypsy shirt that exposed her slender shoulders. She wore a navy skirt that covered the entire lower body-must be her siren bird legs, he thought. At least she wasn't a mermaid, so she doesn't have to be carried inside a tub all day. He sprang up from the bed. He found himself wearing a white shirt with cuffs, and a ebony vest that seemed to be made out of fine silk. He wore a black leather boots strapped with leather thongs. His pants were loose and big for him, so he grabbed a leather belt from the table and buckled it on. He stared at himself in the mirror. He looked like a lord with his dark black hair trimmed and his crimson eyes glowing.
Iris giggled at the sight of him, and motioned him to follow her. He followed her downstairs, where about 3 or 4 people were sitted, drinking either root beer or hot chocolate. He saw the bar hostess and almost shouted aloud. She had a white shirt that covered her large breast, and she were a short ebony skirt that flowed down right beneath her knees. She wore a silver glove on her right hand, and her raven hair was braided behind her and tied with a bergandi strap. She served a root beer to a drunk man, and looked at Vincent.
"Aye.. How are you doing today? Might that be your lady, eh?"
Vincent couldn't understand what she meant by it. Iris nudged him to say be quiet.
"Nay.. This be my master, and I, his servant."
The woman nodded and went back to drying the beer glass with a white stained cloth. Vincent leaned close to Iris's ear and whispered.
"What does she mean by it? And what is Tifa doing here?"
"Oh. She doesn't know you. Its that to me, the woman is Florence. They're all difference. They're often people who you know in the presence. And what she meant by it was.."
The siren's ivory cheeks dyed with red blush. The he understood what she meant by it. A small smile formed on his lips, and he had to be careful to erase it quickly before Iris saw it. He made a note to himself to learn this queer but funny language soon.
They walked down the street full of shoppers and the sellers. They shouted out prices. He heard two ladies arguing about a skirt and its price. It was loud, which he wasn't very accustomed too, but he liked it. It kept his mind off of things. Suddenly Iris pulled his hand and pointed at the wall. It was very dirty, and had several similar posters on them.
"Look! Read the poster!"
He tilted his head and began to read.
"To All the Men in this Kyriea Kindom,
Currently, the King Mebatti. T the 7th is ill, and shall need a new king. Those who say Aye shall be automatically included in the Lord lists. Those 5 left in the tournament shall be praised and be made into a lord.
-Signed by the king himself, Mebatti T. the 7th."
"Why don't you try it out!? It'd be fun!"
"...Ok..I mean Aye, my lady, whatever you say."
Iris giggled and urged him on.
"My lord, let us go buy some armors and weapons. You DO know how to fight, Aye?"
Vincent nodded. They headed to a Weapon shop. It had a huge sign painted in green. "HIGHWIND WEAPONARY. OWNED BY SIG". As he stepped in, the bell attached to the door rang, and a tall blonde middle-aged man ran out, a cigar in his mouth. He looked just like Cid.
"Aye me name is Sig. Welcome to the weapons shop."
Vincent stifled his laughter and ent to the gun section. He found a shiny black metal one, that just shouted "take me". He took it out of the case and ran his delicate fingers around it.
"That be Death Penality. Found it deep under the ocean. More valuable than pearl, yeah?"
His eye twitched. Death Penality?
"How much shall it be?"
The shopkeeper frowned and said "A gold coin would be fine, aye."
"Only a gold coin? Its worth only a gold coin!?"
Vincent couldn't believe it. His precious gun..only a gold coin!
"Well.. That be a cursed gun, my Lord. They say only the rightful owner shall be the one standing with it in his hand alive to claim it his. Those who does not, the gun shoots them with a mind of its own."
"I shall buy it."
Sig looked surprised.
"Aye my lord."
Vincent tossed the shiny gold coin (that was in his pocket without him knowing it) onto the counter, and left the man dumbly standing and walked out of the dark shop, Iris right behind him all along, being careful with her skirt so her bird-like legs wouldn't show. He patted the gun. He felt like he had found his arm again. Vincent smiled and slid the shiny weapon under his belt. It felt right again.
Disclaimer: I'm too tired and sick of putting this one -_-… I'm just not gonna bother cuz… you know the drill.
Chapter 2
The siren tilted her head. It looked as if the man was frozen. She waved her hand in front of his face. He stood there blinking. She called out in her singing voice.
"Um…Hello? Is anyone there?"
Vincent shook his head.
"Oh. I'm sorry. I was just… thinking about something else."
Iris looked at him with her flashing green eyes and studied him. He had a red cape and bandana. His hair was overgrown and was covering half of his face, so it was hard to see his expressions. His eyes were crimson red, dancing like a fire. He was handsome. She noticed that his left arm was covered in golden metal that shone in the dim fairy lamp's light. It looked like a claw. Not like a bird claw that she had instead of her feet- but a claw that looked like a hand.
Vincent saw that Iris was staring at him, and blushed. He thanked his cape for hiding his expressions. He quietly looked away, still aware that his face might just give away what he was thinking. Iris tilted her head again, her emerald hair flowing down her shoulders. Then Vincent heard a splash under the swing. There merged a girl with flaming red hair.
"Fina!"
The siren's face filled with joy. Fina looked as her companion shouted out. She smiled, but it soon faded away when she saw a stranger standing there in a red cape.
"Iris… I brought you the lamp Flo made."
The clever siren realized what was wrong.
"Oh. Fina, this is Mr.Valentine. Mr.Valentine, this is Fina. She brings me the lamps Florence made because I can not go out of this… cage."
"That is not true, Iris! You can get out of this cage! But you always choose not to! You're a siren! You're supposed to sing, and lure men in!"
"…I do not wish to."
The red-haired girl sighed. Throughout this conversation, Vincent wondered why Fina was still in the water up to her neck. As if to read his mind, Fina climbed, or to be exact swam up to the land. Then he realized. She was a mermaid. Up to her breast, she was a perfect human with flaming red hair flowing down her shoulders gently, decorated by ivory colored shells and corals. Under her waist was a fish like tail, covered in shiny red scales. She sat down on a rock, two third of her tail still in the water. She held a tiny bubble in one hand, and held a lamp that resembled the lamps around the cage, in the other hand. She held out the lamp to her. The mermaid noticed Vincent looking at the glowing lamp and satisfied his curiosity.
"It is a lamp of the fairies. Our friend, Florence, who is also a siren, sings for the fairies, and in return, they give her some of their dust, which shines dim and beautifully. She sells them near the Gongaga area."
She had a slight Irish accent. It made her more attractive, but not as much as Iris. Vincent nodded as she handed the lamp to Iris. The siren carefully put it up on one of the bars of the cage.
"Tell Flo that I said thanks."
Fina nodded, her hair once again flowing like a bloody wave of the sea. Vincent noticed that the bubble on her hand was growing bigger. When it became as big as her, she wrapped herself in it and disappeared as the bubble popped. Iris once again turned her eyes back to him and smiled.
"Isn't it time for you to go back?"
Vincent hated to go back. He would have nothing else to do but weep over his beloved Lucretia. His lips formed a slight frown, but he did not bother to erase it. Iris saw this and raised a brow.
"I thought you would have liked to go back. It isn't very interesting here you know."
"Aye. But I hate to go back."
Vincent realized what he had just said and almost clasped his human hand over his mouth. The siren smiled.
"Oh, Mr.Valentine... I didn't know you thought of me that way!"
Iris replied with a giggle. Vincent felt his face flushing.
"Its..because.. Well.."
With that, Vincent explained everything and the relationship between him, Hojo, and his dear Lucretia. The siren looked at him with her emerald eyes full of pity.
"Oh I'm so sorry..But we have many in common... I had lost my love too. I am cursed. I shall never love another again, not with these."
With that, she swirled her hands around her feathery bird-like legs. He thought he could sniff a bit of flowerly aroma around when she moved. He moved a bit closer to the swing to smell the fragrance until he was satisfied. Iris didn't seem to noticed this, and went on.
"Well I have an ability to travel to past. But I cannot change the future, but just enjoying what had happened long ago. My favorite be medieval. Its quite peaceful and entertaining."
"Medieval..? What a nice speciality. I'd like to go. I never imagined how it would be."
"Really..I'd like to take you there. Its very interesting, with those people talking with funny accents and all."
He nodded. Anything to delay his departure. She took his human hand gently in hers. Her hands felt cool against his hot sweaty palm. A strange light wrapped them around itself. Within the light, he lost his consciousness, drifting off into a deep slumber, or at least what it seemed like sleeping. Strange songs hummed around him. It was a sleep he actually enjoyed. No more nightmares. No more people bothering and pestering him, causing worse dreams more and more. He felt like laying down on the clouds in the sky, drifting far away from his troubles that kept him awake in pain and despair.
It felt like days and days when he was jerked awake by someone.
"Aye..you must wake up now. We be here."
With a slight giggle, the singing voice flowed into his ears. He woke up abruptly, to find Iris, who was wearing a bergandi shawl across her shoulders, and a gypsy shirt that exposed her slender shoulders. She wore a navy skirt that covered the entire lower body-must be her siren bird legs, he thought. At least she wasn't a mermaid, so she doesn't have to be carried inside a tub all day. He sprang up from the bed. He found himself wearing a white shirt with cuffs, and a ebony vest that seemed to be made out of fine silk. He wore a black leather boots strapped with leather thongs. His pants were loose and big for him, so he grabbed a leather belt from the table and buckled it on. He stared at himself in the mirror. He looked like a lord with his dark black hair trimmed and his crimson eyes glowing.
Iris giggled at the sight of him, and motioned him to follow her. He followed her downstairs, where about 3 or 4 people were sitted, drinking either root beer or hot chocolate. He saw the bar hostess and almost shouted aloud. She had a white shirt that covered her large breast, and she were a short ebony skirt that flowed down right beneath her knees. She wore a silver glove on her right hand, and her raven hair was braided behind her and tied with a bergandi strap. She served a root beer to a drunk man, and looked at Vincent.
"Aye.. How are you doing today? Might that be your lady, eh?"
Vincent couldn't understand what she meant by it. Iris nudged him to say be quiet.
"Nay.. This be my master, and I, his servant."
The woman nodded and went back to drying the beer glass with a white stained cloth. Vincent leaned close to Iris's ear and whispered.
"What does she mean by it? And what is Tifa doing here?"
"Oh. She doesn't know you. Its that to me, the woman is Florence. They're all difference. They're often people who you know in the presence. And what she meant by it was.."
The siren's ivory cheeks dyed with red blush. The he understood what she meant by it. A small smile formed on his lips, and he had to be careful to erase it quickly before Iris saw it. He made a note to himself to learn this queer but funny language soon.
They walked down the street full of shoppers and the sellers. They shouted out prices. He heard two ladies arguing about a skirt and its price. It was loud, which he wasn't very accustomed too, but he liked it. It kept his mind off of things. Suddenly Iris pulled his hand and pointed at the wall. It was very dirty, and had several similar posters on them.
"Look! Read the poster!"
He tilted his head and began to read.
"To All the Men in this Kyriea Kindom,
Currently, the King Mebatti. T the 7th is ill, and shall need a new king. Those who say Aye shall be automatically included in the Lord lists. Those 5 left in the tournament shall be praised and be made into a lord.
-Signed by the king himself, Mebatti T. the 7th."
"Why don't you try it out!? It'd be fun!"
"...Ok..I mean Aye, my lady, whatever you say."
Iris giggled and urged him on.
"My lord, let us go buy some armors and weapons. You DO know how to fight, Aye?"
Vincent nodded. They headed to a Weapon shop. It had a huge sign painted in green. "HIGHWIND WEAPONARY. OWNED BY SIG". As he stepped in, the bell attached to the door rang, and a tall blonde middle-aged man ran out, a cigar in his mouth. He looked just like Cid.
"Aye me name is Sig. Welcome to the weapons shop."
Vincent stifled his laughter and ent to the gun section. He found a shiny black metal one, that just shouted "take me". He took it out of the case and ran his delicate fingers around it.
"That be Death Penality. Found it deep under the ocean. More valuable than pearl, yeah?"
His eye twitched. Death Penality?
"How much shall it be?"
The shopkeeper frowned and said "A gold coin would be fine, aye."
"Only a gold coin? Its worth only a gold coin!?"
Vincent couldn't believe it. His precious gun..only a gold coin!
"Well.. That be a cursed gun, my Lord. They say only the rightful owner shall be the one standing with it in his hand alive to claim it his. Those who does not, the gun shoots them with a mind of its own."
"I shall buy it."
Sig looked surprised.
"Aye my lord."
Vincent tossed the shiny gold coin (that was in his pocket without him knowing it) onto the counter, and left the man dumbly standing and walked out of the dark shop, Iris right behind him all along, being careful with her skirt so her bird-like legs wouldn't show. He patted the gun. He felt like he had found his arm again. Vincent smiled and slid the shiny weapon under his belt. It felt right again.