WHERE ANGELS LIE
-Chapter 6-
Yuffie smiled, as she watched Vincent sleep. He slept in such awkward silence, but not a bit did that startle her. Vincent was just too simple to predict. At least, that was how she'd seen it. Of course, the two hadn't come to such a promising start, but she knew well her spunkiness would fix that right up. He was the same as ever, and sat pondering thoughts of yesterday. So much had seem to go on, but what could Yuffie do.
All she did, was wait and sit there. Pretending to go adrift. Things just had to change, for the better not for the worse. Her eyes slowly moved away, as she rested her head on her knees, thinking deeply, as she closed them. Holding back tears of burden, she truly had no one. She had no idea where she was headed, had no idea when and where. All Yuffie could possibly make out, was the Vincent Valentine was there with her.
Her eyes soon trailed up, as she noticed his movements grew within seconds. Vincent slowly sat up, as he stared at the girl huddled in the corner of the room of shadows. Their eyes met for a split second, as she stared back at him in silence. Soon returning her posture, as she flashed him a nervous smile. Why had she begun to feel so awkward around him? She never was before.
Vincent hesitated, as he gaped at her for split seconds, until her voice interrupted the silence.
"So," Yuffie began, with a cheerful grin, "You ever get tired of stayin' in all day?" She tried hard, but doubt that her words would hide off her feelings and intuitions.
"What do you plan on doing anyway?" Vincent questioned, his eyes fixed before him, as he spoke in his deep voice. She took in a deep breath, as the two strode down the streets of a relatively uncharted city. She glanced up at him, slowly realizing the much attention that his appearance had attracted. But for that minute, Yuffie hadn't cared a bit.
"Just walk around," she replied, simply, "Come on, Vincent. Ya can't stay locked up in that room all day, can ya?" He paused, as he glanced at the young girl from the corner of his eyes. They stared at her suspiciously, at the sudden change of attitude. He had remembered, just yesterday, the girl was drowning in tears, letting every bit of feeling go. Vincent could have cared less, or so he claimed.
"Quite simple," the man replied, his voice emotionless. Yuffie's brown eyes gazed up at him, as she stopped, placing her hands on her hips, as she smiled up at him. He stopped as well, as he turned to her.
"What is it?" he questioned, feeling as though he had something stuck on his face. Yuffie grinned, as she began tugging at the collar of his cape that covered the man's features.
"Why do you always gotta be so gloomy and depressing?" she uttered, taunting him. He stared down at her, as he turned into the other direction, walking away. "Hey!" Yuffie called out, "I'm not finished yet! GEEESHHH!"
She slowly made way to her room at the inn, as she glanced around nervously at the darkened halls. Everything seemed so dead, in such a place...not even one person could be spotted in such darkness. She took in a deep breath, as she pulled open the door, suddenly startled by a standing figure.
Vincent stood near the window, wit his cape and undershirt off. Revealing much more of his pale features. The man stood, glancing back at her, his crimson eyes glowing with a devilish glow, his jet black hair, falling below his eyes, with only the bandana around his head to hold it in place. Yuffie's eyes opened in surprised, as she noticed the small shiny blade he held in his other hand, crimson red blood dripping from a wound cut so deeply onto his stomach.
"What the hell are you doin'?" she questioned, afraid of the answer. He looked as though, he was ready to pounce at her, leaving her dead body to sit in the gloomy closed in room. His eyes slowly slipped from her, as he gazed down at his hand, a ripple of drips of blood stained. Yuffie took in deep breaths, lost and yet so confused. She never really knew what Vincent was about. But why had he become so strange over the months that she never knew of him nor his existence.
The tall man stood in silence, as he gazed down at himself, almost in disbelief. Not knowing what was going on, himself. Yuffie stood by the door, gazing over towards his tall figure, as she noticed he slowly kneeled down to the floor, his hand resting on one knee. An assuring silence fell between the two yet again, as his mind seem to be caught adrift somewhere.
When Vincent's crimson eyes finally met hers, they filled with such sorrow and grief, that it made her heart weak. He didn't reply, all it seemed was that he wanted to know everything for himself. She slowly stepped over towards him, one step at a time, as she stood a couple feet away from the 'crazed' man.
Yuffie kneeled down, as she tilted her head slightly to get a glimpse of his face, her slender fingers gently brushing the black bangs out of his eyes. He scared her more than ever, if she could remember when. But at that moment, she hadn't felt a bit frightened. She felt for him, and tried hard to make out some words, only to comfort the fearful man.
His eyes slowly gazed up at her, as she studied his facial features. So pale, yet so young. Yuffie never realized how handsome he was, until that moment, where she had a chance to see his face so clearly. She hesitated, as she sat there for what seemed seconds.
"What happened?" she questioned, only about the first thing that came to mind. Vincent gazed at her, his eyes resuming its once posture. He glanced away, turning down to the floor.
"....too much...," he uttered, "too deep....." That was probably the only thing the man had said that night. For, he had somehow managed to fall asleep after a couple of hours. Yuffie never understood what he had meant, and she was definitely sure that she already knew. Lost love bared such sorrow, for he never did get over her....
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