WHERE ANGELS LIE
-Chapter 8-


        "We haven't much time to mess around," Vincent uttered, ghastly as he gave Yuffie an annoyed, angered look. She paused, as she stared into his eyes briefly, soon flashing him a quick smile, as she catched up.
"We tend to find a place to stay before rain comes," he began again, staring up at the dark, gloomy skies. It was quiet that night, as everyone seemed to manage shelter, in such a gloomy city. The two hadn't seemed to notice, but they were in a quiet part of the small town of North Corel. Yuffie slowly glanced around, as she noticed nothing but small tiny tents, something she had somehow managed to accustom to after those couple of years without having a roof over her head.
Vincent glanced at her quickly, as she walked about, before he managed to reach a little open window, as he talked to the man that stood behind it. His eyes trailed her gently, as he squinted slightly. The girl's image was so innocent, yet she wasn't. At the time, nothing had really mattered, when it entered his mind. What was he thinking?
"Uh....," the short fat man uttered, as he gazed oddly frightened by Vincent's crimson bloody appearance. "Can I he--hel---help you?" he stuttered, staring wide eye. Vincent's gaze slowly fell on the odd behaved man, as he shuddered at his crimson eyes. It almost seemed, as if it were bloodshot, the short man thought, turning away. As if his eyes cold turn him into stone.
"Is there an inn around here?" Vincent asked, as Yuffie came up beside him, with a simple smile. The man slowly pointed in the right direction, as he answered shortly.
"Gold Saucer," he uttered, "that's the only place...." Yuffie's hands quickly clasped together, as her eyes lit up joyfully.
"YAH! That's the place to go," she exclaimed, quickly gazing up at the look on Vincent's face. He stared down at her briefly, his eyes dead serious, as if it weren't ever before.


"We didn't come here to hang "out"," Vincent muttered, his arms crossed, as he gazed up at the bright lights of the Gold Saucer. Yuffie flashed him a smile, so innocent.
"Awww," she began, "I know that, geez....why do you always have to be so down in the dumps??" She quickly made way into the entrance, as Vincent soon followed, gazing at the clerk, that worked just outside. She was too cautious to bother to ask for the entrance fee.
Yuffie's eyes fluttered happily, as she stared at all of the fun things she could have gotten herself into, and joyfully as well. She gave the man a quick glance, before she made any attempt. Then, quickly grabbed him by the arm, as she dragged him towards the Gondola ride.
His eyes gazed dimly, as he stared blankly straight ahead of him. Yuffie filled with excitement, when she then turned her attention upon him. She stared oddly at the gloomy, pale complexion man. He seemed so off into his own World. Gazing at nothing more than the walls of the ride behind her. He hadn't once laid his eyes upon her.
Yuffie gaped at Vincent, when she suddenly slapped him on the foot. Which she knew would quickly gain the quiet man's attention. She smiled slightly, as she peered at him, "You could stop bein' so damn serious for once...It's only gonna make you look older, Vincent."
He stared back at her, his crimson eyes fixed. She hesitated, as she thought back on her sudden comment. Okay, so it wasn't the best thing to say to a man, who was nearly half dead and half living. She had always thought of him so. Vincent was just too solemn, he scared her hugely. Yuffie couldn't ever recall a moment from those times, when she had ever stared at him, without getting the hell scared out of her.
"Uh.....," she uttered, nervously, when her eyes quickly turned away, as she peered out the window of the Gondola. She smiled, nearly forgetting her last thought, as she gazed up at the skies, noticing a million balloons float into the sky.
"Damn...," she uttered, "it's so many...." Vincent had to admit, he wasn't not enjoying himself very much. He honestly didn't care one bit at that moment. As if anything mattered, it wasn't as though, he was never sitting in such a ride before. Just that it was never with Yuffie. He gazed at the young girl's exuberance. It seemed as though, nothing in the World mattered to her, she was carefree...and he valued that.


She gazed at him, as she huddled on the bed. The room was quite big and very quiet due to its nature. Vincent sat by the window, as he usually would have. That was where he always seemed to be drifting deep in thought, as he peered out, at the opening skies. Yuffie knew, although she wouldn't mention it once. He always thought of death, and all those things she found psychopathic. It made her nervous to be around the man with such deep dark, and perhaps plenty of hidden thoughts.
For she never really understood what he could have been thinking. Yuffie's eyes peered at him, she knew he knew she was fixed upon him. But Vincent sat still, amongst everything. He was deep in thought, he could have cared less what tomorrow would bring. He didn't give a thought to it, nothing really ever mattered much to begin with. Ever since his life had ended, years ago...
Nothing possibly could have changed that. He swore that he would never be happy, because he was well aware. What he hadn't noticed was that Yuffie had made way to him, just to bug, as she would have done to anybody, any of her allies. His eyes quickly drew to her, as she collapsed suddenly onto the floor, her hands grabbed at his clothes. Revealing, that she had somehow tripped.
She stared up at him, wide eye, as she gave him a quick nervous grin, "Oops...Sorry..." Vincent stared down at her, not making any movement just as he was before. His crimson eyes fixed on the young girl, who looked a bit situated. She gazed up at him, as a child would have, but she wasn't a bit frightened. Yuffie stared at him, her eyes gazing into his own.
He sat there, looking back at her, dark strands of black hair falling below his eyes slightly. His face was fragile, as his lips laid pale. The man hadn't a bit of color in his face, he looked more ghostly than he ever did before. Yuffie took in a deep breath, as short, fast breaths followed soon afterwards. Her face was nearly only a few inches away from his.
Vincent's eyes fixed upon her, not once blinking, as he didn't bother to move. The young woman's eyes slowly fluttered, as she leaned closer, as she noticed him doing so as well. Vincent's crimson eyes laid open, as the two leaned in. He stared at the girl, without any bit of emotion in him as well as he hadn't expressed it. Her eyes slowly closed, and when their lips was only a kiss away, Vincent pulled back.
He stared hard at the girl in the darkness around them. There she was, her long blackish brown hair hanging lumpily over her small shoulders. Her eyes were shut tight, as she waited and longed for the man's lips to guide her. She was everything from what he had remembered. Everything about her seemed so surreal.
Vincent slowly reached his hand to her face, as he caressed it softly, her body shuttered, at his warmth. He sat studying her, his eyes gazing hard at her. Yuffie's eyes quickly open in surprise, as she felt the man rising quickly, knocking her onto the floor. She immediately gazed up, as he didn't look at her, not even a slight glance, before he stormed unknowingly out of the quiet room.


NOTE NOTE :: Humm..sowwi!....I plan on continuing soon. Hope ya can review for meeh, okie dokes? That would be nice......OOOO...who did you think he was seeing? Uh...tooo obvious right? Yes, I know..So I suck at these things. Someone....help.