What's
In A Name?
By: Footnote
Act
1:
The
Turk Named Valentine
Chapter
III: As It Comes To Light
The
crisis at the mineshaft was easily fixed.
They only needed the help of a few more men to get a pathway clear. Of course the miner's wife had invited the pair
of Turks to dinner and of course the both politely declined the kind
offer. The two Turks strolled about the
village as they had done many times before and talked aimlessly of nothing and
everything at once. They made their way
out into a green field and sat in its long grasses, listening to the stars for
a moment.
"Hey,
Shadow?" Vincent asked hesitantly. It
wasn't very often he called his boss by his nickname.
"Mmm
hmm?" Shad responded a little drowsy.
"How's
Lucrecia doing?" The question was simple
and short. Three words, technically
four but that was a contraction, yet they held meaning to the answer seeker.
"She's
okay," the blonde Turk muttered.
Vincent narrowed his eyes.
"Shad,
tell me the truth."
"I
am telling you the truth!" Shad turned to his friend with what he hoped looked
like sincerity on his handsome face.
"Please,
Shad, for a Turk you lie like a dog," Vincent would have rolled his eyes but
the matter was too unsettling to do something like that.
Shad
sighed and looked back to the stars for a moment then back to his
companion. "Well, other than that she
works twenty hour days and is still labeled 'lab assistant,' she's doing
fine." There was a long pause between
the pair for a good five or six minutes before either of them dared to break
it. Even then they stayed quiet, and
Shad was starting to dose a little.
Vincent stared at the stars for a long moment.
Twenty-hour
days? He was shocked by Lucrecia's
stamina with her work. He knew that it
was because of him that she toiled, trying to keep her mind off the
raven-haired Turk who, at one time, held her heart at gunpoint. Then, all at once it seemed, he had pulled
the trigger and shattered her spirit in one blow. Lucrecia had hidden her inward pain very well. She never let someone see her cry, but the
other scientists noticed her sighing a lot.
Vincent's
reverie was shattered by the sound of Shad snoring slightly. "Shad, wake up," the young man shook his
companion from his slumbers.
"I
wasn't asleep," Mr. Davidson yawned.
Vincent doubtfully cocked an eyebrow at him. "Okay, maybe I nodded off.
Sue me. It's been a long day for
Nibelheim." His fellow Turk agreed with
a silent nod of his head. Vincent
suddenly remembered Dante. Her memory
seemed to come and go in his mind at will.
The sniper ticked his glance toward his watch that lay hidden under his
sleeve. 9:13 and he was ready for a
good night's sleep. I'm getting too
old for this.
Just then, Shad yawned lazily and
stood, "C'mon, Vince, it's getting late.
We better head back to the mansion."
Nodding once again in agreement, Vincent stood and the deadly pair made
their way back home.
Shad had practically sleepwalked
to his bedroom and fallen on top of his bed when the duo had returned to
"HQ." Vincent on the other hand, had
always been sort of a night person and was getting his second wind that would
last him a little while yet. He stood
in his usual spot under the stained glass windows though the beautiful greens,
blues, and yellows had now all turned black from the dark night sky beyond
their frames. Dark thoughts and images
wandered through his meandering brain of the experiments going on downstairs
20/7. He thought of what Lucrecia might
be doing to herself for a split second before halting the thought. Turk he may be, some things just aren't
thunk. Gloomy thoughts were interrupted
by an unusual sound. Though it sounded
faint and far away, Vincent was almost sure it was someone singing. Not knowing what else to do, he followed the
beautiful sound. The voice led him
through winding passageways that he himself knew not of. The halls took the Turk deeper into the
mansion until he suddenly found himself on the roof overlooking the whole town
from where he stood. Here, the singing
was loudest and he was sure that the soloist was hidden nearby. Wandering about for a moment, Vincent soon
found the girl perched on a ledge. It
was Dante.
~*~*~
^_^
Oooooo….Cliffhanger….Gotta love it.
*angry person throws a Firestone tire at Footy and hits her square
between the eyes and knocks her out*
Ummm, this is Vincent speaking since Footy can't do
anything right now and I'm stuck here since Footy is "borrowing"
me. In short, she doesn't own me. *Grumbles about how crappy Squaresoft is for
sending him here*
*Unenthusiastically* On with the fic…part 4 coming…
