Threw My Words I Live
By Pegasia Silverfeather
Yuffie bit her lip as the entered the village. Vincent wordlessly asked her if she was ok by grabbing her hand. Shaking her head she marched on.
As she walked into the ancient city streets, people pulled their children in off the street and turned their back to her. Taking a deep breath, she walked to the local inn.
"Sir I need a room." She said in soft Wutainesse.
The old man jumped up from his chair and ran to the sevice desk. "I don't harber traiters." He yelled and slamed a wooden guard down in her face.
Yuffie's mouth fell in exasperation. Her face was over riden with grief.
"I don't understand, Vincent. Traiter? I saved their planet!" She said balling her fists.
"It's ok. We'll came out and leave in the morning. No need staying where we're not wanted." he said and together they walked out of the town.
As they set up camp Yuffie went to sit on a ledge and think. The sun was setting and it was hilighting all of the beautiful suroundings.
On the outside, Yuffie looked stoic and uncaring but on the inside she was drowning in a see of emotion trying desperatly to break to the surface. Vincent saw this and knew all to well how it felt. Worried, he stepped over to her. "It's ok if you're upset."
Yuffie turned to him and sighed. "Not upset as much as confused. Why did they call me a traiter?" She asked, confusion and pain coating her words.
"I don't know. It doesn't matter. Come on lets forget about this and start over. " He said holding his hand out.
"Sounds good. I'm tired. See you tommaro." She said as she slipped into her tent.
Vincent looked up at the rising moon and a fire glew in his eyes. Getting up, he made his way to town.
Marching threw the deserted streets, he made way to the pagoda. Stomping on the steps and banging loudly on the door he stood and waited. Shortly after a small woman opened the door and peered at him.
"We don't talk to traiters." She said and tryed to slam the door in his face.
Vincent pulled out the death penalty and pointed it between the woman's eyes. "I want to speek to Godo. NOW!" He said.
The woman glanced into his face and after seeing that this man undoubtably had no qualms about pulling the trigger she lead him up the stairway to the top and knocked gently on the door. A large man opened it and glared at the gunman.
"What do YOU want?" he asked.
"To know why you won't talk to your daughter." Vincent said his accent brushing gently on the words.
"Hmph! I have no daughter." He said puttin his hands on his hips.
"Look," Vincent said aiming at the man. "Tell me. I'm not in a very good mood right now."
Godo looked up at him. "She's no good. I can't even marry her off! Nobody wants a wife like that. Theiving retch!"
"Funny, I seem to recall someone demanding her to steal." He said cocking the gun.
Godo glared at the dark figure. "She's no good. If you care so much take her. I don't ever want that tramp in my village again!"
Vincents eyes widened and he grabbed the fat man by the collar. "What did you just say?"
"You heard me. She's tainted, deflowered. No man would want that filthy woman." Godo said venomlessly.
"I have a good mind to put a bullet in your skull." Vincent said holstering his gun.
"But you're a coward." Goda exclaimed.
"No, I wouldn't help Yuffie in any way." He said turning to walk away.
"Are you having fun with that plaything?" Godo yelled. In one split second Vincents fist collided with Godo's jaw sending him flying across the room.
"Say anything like that again and I will kill you." Vincent yelled and left the room. Running down the steps and out of the pagoda he made way back to the camp and glared at the fire.
A shadow moved behind him. "Where were you?" Yuffie asked.
"Getting answers." Vincent said with strain.
"From Godo?" She asked sitting down next to him.
"Yes."
"What did he say?" She asked. Vincent wasn't speaking. "Vincent, I need to know. What did he say?"
"He called you a tramp and a theiving wretch." Vincent said as he balled his fist.
"He would think that." She said as she put her hand to her face. "I knew he wouldn't understand." She sobbed.
"What do you mean?" Vincent asked.
"It's a long story." She said saddly.
"I just knocked the man across the room, I think I deserve and explanation." He said putting a hand on her shoulder.
Yuffie glanced up at him and sighed. "It happened shortly after Meteor. During the time that we all went our seperate ways...
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Sorry guys. I'm breaking it off here because the next part is gonna be confusing. If you've ever seen interview with a vampire then you'll catch on. It will start with the past and flash to the present a lot. Not as dark as I had originaly planed but we are just starting.
By Pegasia Silverfeather
Yuffie bit her lip as the entered the village. Vincent wordlessly asked her if she was ok by grabbing her hand. Shaking her head she marched on.
As she walked into the ancient city streets, people pulled their children in off the street and turned their back to her. Taking a deep breath, she walked to the local inn.
"Sir I need a room." She said in soft Wutainesse.
The old man jumped up from his chair and ran to the sevice desk. "I don't harber traiters." He yelled and slamed a wooden guard down in her face.
Yuffie's mouth fell in exasperation. Her face was over riden with grief.
"I don't understand, Vincent. Traiter? I saved their planet!" She said balling her fists.
"It's ok. We'll came out and leave in the morning. No need staying where we're not wanted." he said and together they walked out of the town.
As they set up camp Yuffie went to sit on a ledge and think. The sun was setting and it was hilighting all of the beautiful suroundings.
On the outside, Yuffie looked stoic and uncaring but on the inside she was drowning in a see of emotion trying desperatly to break to the surface. Vincent saw this and knew all to well how it felt. Worried, he stepped over to her. "It's ok if you're upset."
Yuffie turned to him and sighed. "Not upset as much as confused. Why did they call me a traiter?" She asked, confusion and pain coating her words.
"I don't know. It doesn't matter. Come on lets forget about this and start over. " He said holding his hand out.
"Sounds good. I'm tired. See you tommaro." She said as she slipped into her tent.
Vincent looked up at the rising moon and a fire glew in his eyes. Getting up, he made his way to town.
Marching threw the deserted streets, he made way to the pagoda. Stomping on the steps and banging loudly on the door he stood and waited. Shortly after a small woman opened the door and peered at him.
"We don't talk to traiters." She said and tryed to slam the door in his face.
Vincent pulled out the death penalty and pointed it between the woman's eyes. "I want to speek to Godo. NOW!" He said.
The woman glanced into his face and after seeing that this man undoubtably had no qualms about pulling the trigger she lead him up the stairway to the top and knocked gently on the door. A large man opened it and glared at the gunman.
"What do YOU want?" he asked.
"To know why you won't talk to your daughter." Vincent said his accent brushing gently on the words.
"Hmph! I have no daughter." He said puttin his hands on his hips.
"Look," Vincent said aiming at the man. "Tell me. I'm not in a very good mood right now."
Godo looked up at him. "She's no good. I can't even marry her off! Nobody wants a wife like that. Theiving retch!"
"Funny, I seem to recall someone demanding her to steal." He said cocking the gun.
Godo glared at the dark figure. "She's no good. If you care so much take her. I don't ever want that tramp in my village again!"
Vincents eyes widened and he grabbed the fat man by the collar. "What did you just say?"
"You heard me. She's tainted, deflowered. No man would want that filthy woman." Godo said venomlessly.
"I have a good mind to put a bullet in your skull." Vincent said holstering his gun.
"But you're a coward." Goda exclaimed.
"No, I wouldn't help Yuffie in any way." He said turning to walk away.
"Are you having fun with that plaything?" Godo yelled. In one split second Vincents fist collided with Godo's jaw sending him flying across the room.
"Say anything like that again and I will kill you." Vincent yelled and left the room. Running down the steps and out of the pagoda he made way back to the camp and glared at the fire.
A shadow moved behind him. "Where were you?" Yuffie asked.
"Getting answers." Vincent said with strain.
"From Godo?" She asked sitting down next to him.
"Yes."
"What did he say?" She asked. Vincent wasn't speaking. "Vincent, I need to know. What did he say?"
"He called you a tramp and a theiving wretch." Vincent said as he balled his fist.
"He would think that." She said as she put her hand to her face. "I knew he wouldn't understand." She sobbed.
"What do you mean?" Vincent asked.
"It's a long story." She said saddly.
"I just knocked the man across the room, I think I deserve and explanation." He said putting a hand on her shoulder.
Yuffie glanced up at him and sighed. "It happened shortly after Meteor. During the time that we all went our seperate ways...
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Sorry guys. I'm breaking it off here because the next part is gonna be confusing. If you've ever seen interview with a vampire then you'll catch on. It will start with the past and flash to the present a lot. Not as dark as I had originaly planed but we are just starting.
