WHERE ANGELS LIE
-Chapter 3-


Yuffie's eyes quickly widened, as she felt a strong hand tighten around her tiny wrists. She quickly glanced up at what seemed to be her attacker at that very moment. The young woman hesitated, as she followed the shadow, quickly down the steps, nearly falling over. All was quiet, she nearly had forgotten where she was, until a sudden voice echoed in her head, or was she actually hearing this?
"Hurry up," Vincent's voice demanded, as his grip tightened, nearly causing Yuffie to shout. But she followed him, or what seemed to be nothing, but the man's dark, towering shadow. Her eyes soon grew tensed, as she felt hot air brushing against her every whim. She felt herself being dragged out of the building, taking every breath she managed. When she came to a quick stop, Yuffie's body jerked, as her eyes quickly gazed upon him.
"What the hell are you doing?" she shouted out, almost out of breath. Vincent's crimson eyes hadn't once descended upon her own. Instead, he glanced off into at least, what was left of the building. Yuffie stared at the man hard, when she finally swung around, staring in disbelief and horror, at the sight before her eyes. There was Tifa's Bar, all torn and shattered, still burning from the undying heat of the blood red fire.
"There's no time to discuss this now," Vincent uttered, interrupting her thoughts. Yuffie quickly gazed back at him, the tension in her eyes.
"What happened?" Yuffie shouted out, forgetting her posture, her eyes an unbearable sight. He just stared down at her, without any bit of pity.
"There's no sign of your friends, anywhere...nor, were they still in the building," he replied, reluctantly, gazing back up. Yuffie quickly grabbed onto Vincent's cape, staring in disbelief at the mysterious man.
"What are you talking about!!?? How the hell did this happen????" she questioned, tears quickly flowing down her rosy red cheeks. She paused, as her head tilted in, against his broad chest. She was too weak, and that was all she could realize at that same moment. Vincent slowly pulled the young girl away, gently, letting go of her, as he did so.
"No one in this World, is really your friend, Yuffie," he uttered, staring down at the disoriented woman, or what he seen most of, as a child. "It's about time you realized that..." Her eyes slowly gazed up, as she stared back at him, tear-filled. She couldn't believe the things a man could say at that moment. A moment where she was still lost....perhaps, no where to be found.
Yuffie took in a deep breath, as she felt herself collapse onto the ground, her knees resting beneath her. The young girl slowly pressed her hands onto the cold ground, as she let his words seep in. Her head slowly hung over, as her eyes laid shut, but to prevail the tears gently fell against the cold, hard ground.
"Why do you say those things, Vincent?" she uttered, nearly a whisper, as she pressed her hands harder against the ground, "Why are you so cold?" Vincent hesitated, as he stood there, his eyes not once blinking. He quickly swung around, his back facing her.
"You're weaker than I thought," he uttered, reluctantly striding a couple steps, when he came to a stop. Vincent sighed, as he felt a sudden guilt, "Do you intend on coming or not?" Yuffie paused, as her eyes slowly gazed up.



"You ought to eat something," Vincent replied, from across the bonfire, as he sat on a small log. Yuffie's hands grew tighter, as she wrapped them around her body, hoping it would keep her warm. But that, was definitely no use at all. Considering the type of clothes she had on.
She shook her head, her eyes not once moving from the fire, "...I"m not hungry." Vincent paused, as he glanced up at the starry night sky. The air was cool, rather colder than usual, but that didn't bother him. Instead, he slowly stood up, crossing his arms, as he had a sudden thought, that he recalled quite pleasant.
It had probably been so long, since he had a chance to see what the World had to offer. Vincent had spent most of his time, cooped up somewhere. Somewhere dark, after all, that was mostly how he felt, nearly everyday, ever since, he lost her. How she meant so much to him, but all was nearly a faded memory, something he, perhaps, shouldn't have recalled.
Vincent quickly swung around, as Yuffie's sneezing broke his train of thought. The young girl slowly glanced up, then turned away.
"What were you doin' there?" she questioned, suddenly. He hesitated, as though, a word from Yuffie had gone through one ear and out the other.
"There's actually no answer to that," he replied, a bit shallow, "I haven't any particular place to go." Yuffie took in a deep breath, before another sneeze could come out.
"Me neither....," she uttered. Vincent paused, as he stared at her blankly.
"Like I told you," he began, almost instantly, "Once everything's gone, there's never anything left to live for." Yuffie hesitated, when her eyes slowly melt his.
"That's not true," she uttered, her eyes gazing into his. Vincent stood there, staring back at the girl, his arms crossed. Yuffie shook her head, turning back to the flame, "Just because Lucrecia's dead, doesn't mean you should go with her....you live for yourself, it's really no one else's business...."
Vincent let out, what seemed to be a soft laughter, without any bit of a smile, "Now, I'm getting lectured by a child." Yuffie's gaze tightened, as she quickly stood up. Resuming her normal posture.
"I am not a child!" she called out, angered. The fact was, she hated to be called a child, even if it were her father saying so. Vincent shook his head, as he stared blankly at her, only once again.
"Think what you must," he relied, reluctantly, "But to everyone else, they'll always see through you....just like right now."

I KNOE! BAD part to end,,,,,i get tired kay! sowy :( ....but review please!