-=Part II- Heart of Stone=-
-Part 2.4-
Yuffie looked up, unable to believe what she had just witnessed. Vincent had not only been a Turk, but a lover to the mother of … Sephiroth?! The bright light was gone, replaced by a dull ringing in her ears. Her eyes stung with tears as she saw the hunched figure of Vincent, kneeling in front of her. He had suffered so much… why hadn't he told them? He must not have trusted them, even after everything, she thought sourly. Yet she knew that wasn't true.
Vincent got up desolately, standing up and looking back at Lucrecia.
"This body is… the punishment that's been given to me…" he said quietly. Yuffie knew he was talking to her, and her eyes shone with sympathy. It wasn't his fault about anything! Vincent continued flatly. "I was unable… to stop Professor Gast and Hojo…And Lucrecia… I was unable to stop them." Lucrecia had buried her head in her hands now, her shoulders shaking with heartache. "All that I was able to do was watch… that is my punishment…" Vincent seemed to be back to reality now. He looked at Lucrecia in wonder, who looked upon him with teary red eyes.
"Lucrecia… you're alive…" he whispered in awe. She sobbed into her hands.
"I wanted to disappear," she sniffed. "I couldn't be with anyone… I wanted to die." Cloud took this moment to come in quietly, unnoticed to anyone but Yuffie who glanced at him warningly. "But the Jenova inside me wouldn't let me die…" Lucrecia again collapsed into heart-wracked sobs. But she kept talking. "Lately, I dream a lot of Sephiroth… my dear, dear child." Cloud gasped, and looked at Yuffie for an explanation. She just shook her head sadly.
"Ever since he was born I never got to hold him…" Lucrecia reflected. "Not even once. You can't call me his mother… That… is my sin…" Vincent started towards her, but she stood up, holding her arms out.
"Back!" she cried. "Stay back!" Her shoulders drooped, and a tear rolled down her cheek, then she looked up at Vincent. "Vincent… won't you please tell me?" Vincent stared back in confusion.
"What?" he asked, wishing she would let him come to her. Even if it meant he had to die, he wanted to be with her.
"If Sephiroth is still alive?" Vincent was taken aback by this. Did she really know nothing of the terrible deeds her son had commited, the horrible atrocities he had brought upon innocent people? "I heard that he died five years ago. But I see him in my dreams so often… And I know that physically, like myself, he can't die so easily. Please, Vincent… tell me…" Vincent didn't know how to tell his love that he himself was on a mission to destroy her child at this very moment. He couldn't bring himself to tell her. Cloud stepped forward, but Vincent held his hand out, warning him to stay back. Vincent heaved a sigh, as Lucrecia wept into her hands.
"Lucrecia…" he said tenderly. "Sephiroth is dead."
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Sometimes, I wonder whether I am truly alive. Blood courses through my veins, the blood of the Ancients. That much, I know. But does this simple remanent make me alive? On some level, I know that I have committed some appalling crimes, things I never believed I could achieve. But there is rarely time to consider this when I perform these things. It sometimes makes me wonder, is this me doing this? Or am I simply being controlled by someone else, much like I control others?
Another thing about me that defies the very essence of life is how I came into being. My mother… I do not resemble her at all. She is the pure example of a Cetra, and it is from her that I descended. But shouldn't I share at least some of her characteristics? Yes, my blood is her blood. But my face is that of a stranger. Who was my father? Did I even need one?
I often dream of a woman, a human, that somehow I recognise. And she knows me as well. I trust her in this dream, I like her, I love her like family. But that is when I know this is not reality. I trust no one, nor do I love anyone. Humans cannot be trust or loved for they are all the same. Traitors.
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Authors Note:- Well, how did you like that? I didn't think it would be so long; I was just planning for a short story about Lucrecia and Vincent's past. But such as life! Can you guess who it was at the end, contemplating to himself? Please read and review for me! I'd love to hear your thoughts and comments on this fanfic!! Thank you! ^_^*
-Part 2.4-
Yuffie looked up, unable to believe what she had just witnessed. Vincent had not only been a Turk, but a lover to the mother of … Sephiroth?! The bright light was gone, replaced by a dull ringing in her ears. Her eyes stung with tears as she saw the hunched figure of Vincent, kneeling in front of her. He had suffered so much… why hadn't he told them? He must not have trusted them, even after everything, she thought sourly. Yet she knew that wasn't true.
Vincent got up desolately, standing up and looking back at Lucrecia.
"This body is… the punishment that's been given to me…" he said quietly. Yuffie knew he was talking to her, and her eyes shone with sympathy. It wasn't his fault about anything! Vincent continued flatly. "I was unable… to stop Professor Gast and Hojo…And Lucrecia… I was unable to stop them." Lucrecia had buried her head in her hands now, her shoulders shaking with heartache. "All that I was able to do was watch… that is my punishment…" Vincent seemed to be back to reality now. He looked at Lucrecia in wonder, who looked upon him with teary red eyes.
"Lucrecia… you're alive…" he whispered in awe. She sobbed into her hands.
"I wanted to disappear," she sniffed. "I couldn't be with anyone… I wanted to die." Cloud took this moment to come in quietly, unnoticed to anyone but Yuffie who glanced at him warningly. "But the Jenova inside me wouldn't let me die…" Lucrecia again collapsed into heart-wracked sobs. But she kept talking. "Lately, I dream a lot of Sephiroth… my dear, dear child." Cloud gasped, and looked at Yuffie for an explanation. She just shook her head sadly.
"Ever since he was born I never got to hold him…" Lucrecia reflected. "Not even once. You can't call me his mother… That… is my sin…" Vincent started towards her, but she stood up, holding her arms out.
"Back!" she cried. "Stay back!" Her shoulders drooped, and a tear rolled down her cheek, then she looked up at Vincent. "Vincent… won't you please tell me?" Vincent stared back in confusion.
"What?" he asked, wishing she would let him come to her. Even if it meant he had to die, he wanted to be with her.
"If Sephiroth is still alive?" Vincent was taken aback by this. Did she really know nothing of the terrible deeds her son had commited, the horrible atrocities he had brought upon innocent people? "I heard that he died five years ago. But I see him in my dreams so often… And I know that physically, like myself, he can't die so easily. Please, Vincent… tell me…" Vincent didn't know how to tell his love that he himself was on a mission to destroy her child at this very moment. He couldn't bring himself to tell her. Cloud stepped forward, but Vincent held his hand out, warning him to stay back. Vincent heaved a sigh, as Lucrecia wept into her hands.
"Lucrecia…" he said tenderly. "Sephiroth is dead."
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Sometimes, I wonder whether I am truly alive. Blood courses through my veins, the blood of the Ancients. That much, I know. But does this simple remanent make me alive? On some level, I know that I have committed some appalling crimes, things I never believed I could achieve. But there is rarely time to consider this when I perform these things. It sometimes makes me wonder, is this me doing this? Or am I simply being controlled by someone else, much like I control others?
Another thing about me that defies the very essence of life is how I came into being. My mother… I do not resemble her at all. She is the pure example of a Cetra, and it is from her that I descended. But shouldn't I share at least some of her characteristics? Yes, my blood is her blood. But my face is that of a stranger. Who was my father? Did I even need one?
I often dream of a woman, a human, that somehow I recognise. And she knows me as well. I trust her in this dream, I like her, I love her like family. But that is when I know this is not reality. I trust no one, nor do I love anyone. Humans cannot be trust or loved for they are all the same. Traitors.
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Authors Note:- Well, how did you like that? I didn't think it would be so long; I was just planning for a short story about Lucrecia and Vincent's past. But such as life! Can you guess who it was at the end, contemplating to himself? Please read and review for me! I'd love to hear your thoughts and comments on this fanfic!! Thank you! ^_^*