Chaotic Damnation.
By Pegasia Silverfeather
"Discoveries"
It was cold in the cave, even thou the ember glew an evil red. The tempeture had nothing to do with it.
The man looked down at the girl's face. Her whole body was wracked with the fever. She weilded a scolding fever and icy toes. Yuffie's long raven hair was scattered wildly around her in a horrifying invasion of darkness on her alabaster cheeks.
He had carried the girl in to the back of the room gently and set her to the bedding before he relit the ember. Gently he bagan to ready cloths for her fever. Placing them on her forhead and neck he sat next to her afraid that if her closed his eyes the ghostly woman would dissapear in to the darkness never to be seen again.
Slowly as the sun set, rose, and fell again he begain to get worried. His red eyes filled of horror were replaced by hope when the evilness of her fever was gone. He slumped in a dark area of the cave and began to write.
"X day, X month, X year,
The other night I had a nightmare of my past. Instead of my dear sister dying in my arms it was Yuffie who was takin her last breath. Chaos must of taken over from my emotional distress.
I awoke to the cold surroundings of the ground at the bottem of the mountain. Appariently Damnation and Chaos had a fight amongst themselves over the safty of Yuffie which led to both of them falling from the cliff.
What was trounbling was while Yuffie was there she became sick. Her fevered mind reverted back to her native tongue. ...My native tongue. I have tried so hard to hide that part of my life. More willing am I to dredge up the story of Lucrecia then that of my early life.
How horrible it is that my dream may have come true because of itself.
I'm taxed in almost every way there is. I look at her and a tight feeling clutches my heart. Is it guilt? Or maybe fear? Might it even be... no it can't be. But what if it is? What if it is?
How am I going to handle all of this? I must prepare myself for questions she will ask. Which means opening old deep wounds that never started to heal.
Vincent Valentine"
He closed his book and wacthed in the darkness as Yuffie grew a bit of color to her face. It with the knowlege that she was going be alright that he finally gave in to the battle of his fatigue and closed hie eyes for a hollow sleep.
She awoke to the light of ember warm on her face. Coughing, she sat up slowly and marveled at how much stronger she was. Across from her was Vincent, who as always was proped up against the cave wall. Yuffie looked at the man. He had a seren expression on his features, unusual for a man as haunted as he was. His hair was pulled back rather unsucessfully with the bandana as a tell a tale sign of his fustration.
With a sigh she gathered a spare blanket and wrapped him with it. and walked back to her bed where she lay for a while wondering if he'd notice that she'd alread awaken in the morning. She giggled when she thought of the expression on his face when every morning he woke up with a blanket when there had been none. For such an educated person Vincent sure was a flunkey in the common human.
Closing her eyes she slipped in and out of many things, wakened by the slightest of sounds. Finally the sound of food cooking.
"How are you doing?" He asked.
She let a weak smile spread across her lips and she sighed. "Oh I'm alive. That's saying a lot." She said with a short laugh.
"Oh really?" He asked as she handed her a plate.
They ate silently for a few seconds and Yuffie started to burst at the seems. "How come you never told me you could speak Wutaineese?" She asked politely.
He set his plate down and looked at her with a wounded look. "When I was about three months old my real mother died. Me and my one year old sister were sent to live with a woman in a proper town of Whindgladen, that town no longer exists. Since we were too young to remember out names, she renamed us. Vincent Victor and Vivian Valery Valentine. Don't ask. I don't know." He said holding a hand out in front of him as if warding of her further questions.
"Well of course you didn't remember your names! It's custumary for a child not to have it's name before it's two." She said shaking her head. "How did you learn to speak it though?"
"The woman died when we were six and seven. Because of our ethnic we were sent back to Wutai where we lived in a school. It was horrible but soon we were adopted by a sailor and his wife. Along the way she made us learn english and wutainesse so that we could fit in with our people when we grew up.
When I was eighteen I found out that my sister had been involved with a hitman...a TURK. I had warned her to stay away from him but she claimed that she was following her heart. She left and about a month later I get a phonecall. ...I got there to late. She had been shot twice in the stomach and I just held her as she died. After the funeral I hunted the turk down and shot him with his own weapon. Of all the irony! I was attacked and draged to the head turk who understood why I did what I did and let me go. But not before asking if I needed a job."
"So that's how you became a TURK?"
"More or less. It was shortly before the Nebliehiem incident that I discovered that I had an aunt who was to young at the time to adopt us by your customs. I tried to find her with no luck."
"What was her name?"
'Yuhadi Neuaba"
"NO WAY! She was your aunt!" Yuffie said wide eyed.
Vincents face furrowed. "What do you mean?"
"She was only like the greatest general in the Wutai wars. Legend had it that she fought for a lost family but I never would of guessed.... Wow!" She said smiling. "She was the one who set up the women's ninja training and the education and hospital stuff in Wutai!"
Vincent looked shocked. "How did I miss her?"
"I don't know we only had a HUGE temple built!" She said rolling her eyes and giggled.
"Well I'm glad you found it funny." He said with a mock grin and began to eat again.
Yuffie hurriedly ate her breakfast and went to her bedding where she unrolled her script.
'Why do I have the feeling my ears should be burning?' Vincent thought.
"Xday, yackity, smakity duh,
Well I have some bad news and some really intresting news. First off, I fell of a cliff (long story, don't ask) then I got sick. Then Vincent had to carrie me up the mountain where we had to shimie over and I fell off the same cliff again (don't laugh!) Vincent caught me (he's good at that ain't he?) And I passed out cold (Not fun) And I woke up and Vincent had been helping me while I was in la la land. Ok so maybe he's not such a jerk. Anyway the really cool news is that Vincent is the nephew of Yuhadi Neuaba! Can you believe it! I hardly knew he was Wutianesse! Wow!.
He's had such a tough life. One crash and bruise after the other. But I for one am glade he's here. I just he hopes to learn to be glad he's here as well.
Oh yeah Damnation's been pretty quiet. Oh wait, now she's yacking my brain off. OW!
Peace out!
Yuffie K."
With this She cleaned her brushes and put them away. She then stood up walked over to where Vincent was washing the dishes.
"Vincent?" She asked.
He stopped "Yes, Yuffie?"
She wrapped her arms around his waist tight starting him. "Thanks for saving me." She said and gave him one last hug before she let go.
Vincent's mind scattered like a dropped bag of marbles. It was going to be a loooonnnnnggg day.
~~~~~~
Sorry didn't get to run spell check on this on. Some how my brother DELETED Microsoft word! I have to reinstall it! NOT FAIR WHAAAA!
I tried on this one and it got pretty lame....yeah so just tell me what you think. FLAMES WILL BE USED FOR WEINER ROASTING! :) anywho ...
~Pegasia SIlverfeather~
By Pegasia Silverfeather
"Discoveries"
It was cold in the cave, even thou the ember glew an evil red. The tempeture had nothing to do with it.
The man looked down at the girl's face. Her whole body was wracked with the fever. She weilded a scolding fever and icy toes. Yuffie's long raven hair was scattered wildly around her in a horrifying invasion of darkness on her alabaster cheeks.
He had carried the girl in to the back of the room gently and set her to the bedding before he relit the ember. Gently he bagan to ready cloths for her fever. Placing them on her forhead and neck he sat next to her afraid that if her closed his eyes the ghostly woman would dissapear in to the darkness never to be seen again.
Slowly as the sun set, rose, and fell again he begain to get worried. His red eyes filled of horror were replaced by hope when the evilness of her fever was gone. He slumped in a dark area of the cave and began to write.
"X day, X month, X year,
The other night I had a nightmare of my past. Instead of my dear sister dying in my arms it was Yuffie who was takin her last breath. Chaos must of taken over from my emotional distress.
I awoke to the cold surroundings of the ground at the bottem of the mountain. Appariently Damnation and Chaos had a fight amongst themselves over the safty of Yuffie which led to both of them falling from the cliff.
What was trounbling was while Yuffie was there she became sick. Her fevered mind reverted back to her native tongue. ...My native tongue. I have tried so hard to hide that part of my life. More willing am I to dredge up the story of Lucrecia then that of my early life.
How horrible it is that my dream may have come true because of itself.
I'm taxed in almost every way there is. I look at her and a tight feeling clutches my heart. Is it guilt? Or maybe fear? Might it even be... no it can't be. But what if it is? What if it is?
How am I going to handle all of this? I must prepare myself for questions she will ask. Which means opening old deep wounds that never started to heal.
Vincent Valentine"
He closed his book and wacthed in the darkness as Yuffie grew a bit of color to her face. It with the knowlege that she was going be alright that he finally gave in to the battle of his fatigue and closed hie eyes for a hollow sleep.
She awoke to the light of ember warm on her face. Coughing, she sat up slowly and marveled at how much stronger she was. Across from her was Vincent, who as always was proped up against the cave wall. Yuffie looked at the man. He had a seren expression on his features, unusual for a man as haunted as he was. His hair was pulled back rather unsucessfully with the bandana as a tell a tale sign of his fustration.
With a sigh she gathered a spare blanket and wrapped him with it. and walked back to her bed where she lay for a while wondering if he'd notice that she'd alread awaken in the morning. She giggled when she thought of the expression on his face when every morning he woke up with a blanket when there had been none. For such an educated person Vincent sure was a flunkey in the common human.
Closing her eyes she slipped in and out of many things, wakened by the slightest of sounds. Finally the sound of food cooking.
"How are you doing?" He asked.
She let a weak smile spread across her lips and she sighed. "Oh I'm alive. That's saying a lot." She said with a short laugh.
"Oh really?" He asked as she handed her a plate.
They ate silently for a few seconds and Yuffie started to burst at the seems. "How come you never told me you could speak Wutaineese?" She asked politely.
He set his plate down and looked at her with a wounded look. "When I was about three months old my real mother died. Me and my one year old sister were sent to live with a woman in a proper town of Whindgladen, that town no longer exists. Since we were too young to remember out names, she renamed us. Vincent Victor and Vivian Valery Valentine. Don't ask. I don't know." He said holding a hand out in front of him as if warding of her further questions.
"Well of course you didn't remember your names! It's custumary for a child not to have it's name before it's two." She said shaking her head. "How did you learn to speak it though?"
"The woman died when we were six and seven. Because of our ethnic we were sent back to Wutai where we lived in a school. It was horrible but soon we were adopted by a sailor and his wife. Along the way she made us learn english and wutainesse so that we could fit in with our people when we grew up.
When I was eighteen I found out that my sister had been involved with a hitman...a TURK. I had warned her to stay away from him but she claimed that she was following her heart. She left and about a month later I get a phonecall. ...I got there to late. She had been shot twice in the stomach and I just held her as she died. After the funeral I hunted the turk down and shot him with his own weapon. Of all the irony! I was attacked and draged to the head turk who understood why I did what I did and let me go. But not before asking if I needed a job."
"So that's how you became a TURK?"
"More or less. It was shortly before the Nebliehiem incident that I discovered that I had an aunt who was to young at the time to adopt us by your customs. I tried to find her with no luck."
"What was her name?"
'Yuhadi Neuaba"
"NO WAY! She was your aunt!" Yuffie said wide eyed.
Vincents face furrowed. "What do you mean?"
"She was only like the greatest general in the Wutai wars. Legend had it that she fought for a lost family but I never would of guessed.... Wow!" She said smiling. "She was the one who set up the women's ninja training and the education and hospital stuff in Wutai!"
Vincent looked shocked. "How did I miss her?"
"I don't know we only had a HUGE temple built!" She said rolling her eyes and giggled.
"Well I'm glad you found it funny." He said with a mock grin and began to eat again.
Yuffie hurriedly ate her breakfast and went to her bedding where she unrolled her script.
'Why do I have the feeling my ears should be burning?' Vincent thought.
"Xday, yackity, smakity duh,
Well I have some bad news and some really intresting news. First off, I fell of a cliff (long story, don't ask) then I got sick. Then Vincent had to carrie me up the mountain where we had to shimie over and I fell off the same cliff again (don't laugh!) Vincent caught me (he's good at that ain't he?) And I passed out cold (Not fun) And I woke up and Vincent had been helping me while I was in la la land. Ok so maybe he's not such a jerk. Anyway the really cool news is that Vincent is the nephew of Yuhadi Neuaba! Can you believe it! I hardly knew he was Wutianesse! Wow!.
He's had such a tough life. One crash and bruise after the other. But I for one am glade he's here. I just he hopes to learn to be glad he's here as well.
Oh yeah Damnation's been pretty quiet. Oh wait, now she's yacking my brain off. OW!
Peace out!
Yuffie K."
With this She cleaned her brushes and put them away. She then stood up walked over to where Vincent was washing the dishes.
"Vincent?" She asked.
He stopped "Yes, Yuffie?"
She wrapped her arms around his waist tight starting him. "Thanks for saving me." She said and gave him one last hug before she let go.
Vincent's mind scattered like a dropped bag of marbles. It was going to be a loooonnnnnggg day.
~~~~~~
Sorry didn't get to run spell check on this on. Some how my brother DELETED Microsoft word! I have to reinstall it! NOT FAIR WHAAAA!
I tried on this one and it got pretty lame....yeah so just tell me what you think. FLAMES WILL BE USED FOR WEINER ROASTING! :) anywho ...
~Pegasia SIlverfeather~
