A/N: Next chapter of my oh-so-suspenseful sequel to my oh-so-well reviewed
'Something Missing'. So here you go. This chapter contains some strong
language and scenes of a sexual nature (tee hee).
Disclaimer: Yadiyadiyada...I do not own Final Fantasy VII or any of its characters, however, I do own my two characters Geana Moralena and Jin Jus.
Vincent's pale white skin turned paler. He took a deep breath and steadied his nerves as he spoke in a quiet voice.
"I don't understand..." he said, "How can Yuffie's name be on the gravestone?"
Jin looked at Geana; she seemed calmer now that she had told the others about her vision.
"I'm just telling you what I saw; I can't explain the visions sometimes, but this one was so clear. You, the blood, the gun and the number. I don't know what to say Vincent. I just don't know what to say," she said, in a monotone voice.
"I know this must be difficult for you to digest; it is a hard thing to hear. But Geana's visions are rarely wrong. I...I...what can I do?"
The fire crackled in the corner and the dusky sunlight turned to darkness outside the petite house. Yuffie stirred next to Vincent, her eyes were closed tightly, as if she was wishing away the things she had just heard.
"I never meant you to hear this from me Yuffie...I wanted to tell Vincent and then he might tell you. I never wanted you to hear this," Geana said in her high, airy voice.
Yuffie sighed and looked into Jin's eyes. He nodded; he seemed to answer the question that was stirring in Yuffie's mind. She wanted to know if this was real - she wanted to be assured. In a strange way, she wanted to know that this was true, so that she could not worry for no reason.
"The number..." Vincent said, at last, "This number. Let me see it." He spoke bluntly, with rudeness. He resented Geana for what she had said although he knew that she could not help what she saw in her mind's eye.
Geana stood up and walked slowly to the dresser; she seemed to count her steps, making sure that she did not walk too quickly. She was still so unsteady.
"I saw this on the butt of the gun," she said, picking up a small piece of pink-tinted paper from on top of the dresser. She sat down and said: "It was on the butt of the gun. It seemed to be scratched in. It could be a reference number or maybe the number of the make of gun. I cannot be sure. You should know though, you use a gun don't you?"
"Yes," replied Vincent, receiving the piece of paper from Geana's soft hand, "I use it for fighting but I only really know about my own make." Vincent looked at the paper.
"Do you recognise it?" asked Jin.
"No...Yuffie?" Vincent said. He passed the paper to his wife. As she read the number to herself, she gasped.
"What?" asked Jin.
"It's...it's a telephone number. It's...my father's old telephone number."
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When Vincent and Yuffie had reluctantly left, at about midnight, Geana and Jin sat down to an unwanted dinner. They sat in silence. The only sound was the metallic clinking of the cutlery.
"You can't let this phase you Geana," Jin said. Geana dropped her cutlery on the plate and held her head in her hands. She wept. She wept and the tears fell onto her food.
"But," she said, "they're your friends. How can you be so strong knowing that one of your friends could be in great danger?"
"All I know Geana, is that this can be solved in time. We can find out why her father's number is on the gun and we can stop this from happening. But what we can never stop is your visions. I am worried for you Geana. This is happening more and more and it can't be easy for you."
"It isn't. It's hell seeing other people die. I see children being beaten, women raped, men killed and I can't do a single thing to help them because I don't even know who they are. All I want is to live normally and to be the girlfriend you need. I'm not though."
"Don't say that Geana. You mean everything to me. I love you, no matter what you see."
"How can you love someone, when in your most intimate moments with them, they scream as they see another soul enter the lifestream. How can you love someone like that?"
"I don't love someone like that. I love someone like you. I love you Geana Moralena."
Jin stood and kissed her gently on her soft lips. He brushed her hair from her tearful eyes and kissed her again. She stood with him. He wrapped his arms around her tightly and she smiled. The walked into their bedroom. The deep red light pulsated around the room from the candle on a small wooden table in the corner.
Jin lifted Geana's shirt and kissed her chest. He kissed flames onto her nipples. The two lay on the bed. Geana wrapped her legs around her lover and they caressed. The made love under the watchful moon, which cast a beam onto their naked bodies. Together they moved under silken sheets. The black sky outside contradicted the warm glow that came from their bodies. The night moved as autumn closed in.
"I love you," whispered Jin and he stroked her supple, tanned skin. She smiled for the first time in a long while.
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"Why is this happening?" Yuffie asked as she sat down on the comfortable blue sofa. "Why is he taunting me with all this shit? Can't he just let me go? I thought I was free of him but I guess I was wrong."
"Relax Yuffie. We still don't know if this has anything to do with your father," Vincent said.
"It's his fucking phone number!" Yuffie screamed. "What the fuck am I supposed to think? Huh?! You tell me: do I have any other enemies?"
Vincent sighed. He sat down and weighed out his options. He said: "We don't have to work this out right away. We have time...I think. We have nothing to go on right now."
"We could go to the police," Yuffie remarked.
"And say what? Some girl saw you get shot in a vision? You really think they're going to believe us?"
"No, but I was only offering a suggestion. There's no need to bite my head off."
"We have another option," Vincent said, looking at some pictures framed on the wall of the wedding ceremony, "We could...get some help from other people."
"Who would believe us?" asked Yuffie. She looked confused and followed Vincent's glare to the wall. On the white wall sat some hung several pictures of the wedding. The one Yuffie believed Vincent to be looking at was one of seven people: Yuffie, Vincent, Cloud, Tifa, Barret, Red and Cid.
"You think they'd help?" Vincent asked when he saw that Yuffie had caught on.
"I know it!"
A/N: Sorry about the shortness of this one. I've never played the game so it would be a big help if anyone could tell me if Yuffie's dad actually had a phone. I don't really have a clue. Anyway, this one was a little rushed because I need a cigarette. Let me know what you think about the story and I hope to have the next chapter up in a couple of weeks because I'm going away.
By the way: If anyone has read any of my previous fics and have sent me e- mails then I won't have got them because my account is held under my old e- mail address which has expired. If you want to send me any questions or comments about my fics or about me (not that I'm very interesting) then hit me on: swindler103@hotmail.com Thanks - ~*SpiritCatcher*~
Disclaimer: Yadiyadiyada...I do not own Final Fantasy VII or any of its characters, however, I do own my two characters Geana Moralena and Jin Jus.
Vincent's pale white skin turned paler. He took a deep breath and steadied his nerves as he spoke in a quiet voice.
"I don't understand..." he said, "How can Yuffie's name be on the gravestone?"
Jin looked at Geana; she seemed calmer now that she had told the others about her vision.
"I'm just telling you what I saw; I can't explain the visions sometimes, but this one was so clear. You, the blood, the gun and the number. I don't know what to say Vincent. I just don't know what to say," she said, in a monotone voice.
"I know this must be difficult for you to digest; it is a hard thing to hear. But Geana's visions are rarely wrong. I...I...what can I do?"
The fire crackled in the corner and the dusky sunlight turned to darkness outside the petite house. Yuffie stirred next to Vincent, her eyes were closed tightly, as if she was wishing away the things she had just heard.
"I never meant you to hear this from me Yuffie...I wanted to tell Vincent and then he might tell you. I never wanted you to hear this," Geana said in her high, airy voice.
Yuffie sighed and looked into Jin's eyes. He nodded; he seemed to answer the question that was stirring in Yuffie's mind. She wanted to know if this was real - she wanted to be assured. In a strange way, she wanted to know that this was true, so that she could not worry for no reason.
"The number..." Vincent said, at last, "This number. Let me see it." He spoke bluntly, with rudeness. He resented Geana for what she had said although he knew that she could not help what she saw in her mind's eye.
Geana stood up and walked slowly to the dresser; she seemed to count her steps, making sure that she did not walk too quickly. She was still so unsteady.
"I saw this on the butt of the gun," she said, picking up a small piece of pink-tinted paper from on top of the dresser. She sat down and said: "It was on the butt of the gun. It seemed to be scratched in. It could be a reference number or maybe the number of the make of gun. I cannot be sure. You should know though, you use a gun don't you?"
"Yes," replied Vincent, receiving the piece of paper from Geana's soft hand, "I use it for fighting but I only really know about my own make." Vincent looked at the paper.
"Do you recognise it?" asked Jin.
"No...Yuffie?" Vincent said. He passed the paper to his wife. As she read the number to herself, she gasped.
"What?" asked Jin.
"It's...it's a telephone number. It's...my father's old telephone number."
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When Vincent and Yuffie had reluctantly left, at about midnight, Geana and Jin sat down to an unwanted dinner. They sat in silence. The only sound was the metallic clinking of the cutlery.
"You can't let this phase you Geana," Jin said. Geana dropped her cutlery on the plate and held her head in her hands. She wept. She wept and the tears fell onto her food.
"But," she said, "they're your friends. How can you be so strong knowing that one of your friends could be in great danger?"
"All I know Geana, is that this can be solved in time. We can find out why her father's number is on the gun and we can stop this from happening. But what we can never stop is your visions. I am worried for you Geana. This is happening more and more and it can't be easy for you."
"It isn't. It's hell seeing other people die. I see children being beaten, women raped, men killed and I can't do a single thing to help them because I don't even know who they are. All I want is to live normally and to be the girlfriend you need. I'm not though."
"Don't say that Geana. You mean everything to me. I love you, no matter what you see."
"How can you love someone, when in your most intimate moments with them, they scream as they see another soul enter the lifestream. How can you love someone like that?"
"I don't love someone like that. I love someone like you. I love you Geana Moralena."
Jin stood and kissed her gently on her soft lips. He brushed her hair from her tearful eyes and kissed her again. She stood with him. He wrapped his arms around her tightly and she smiled. The walked into their bedroom. The deep red light pulsated around the room from the candle on a small wooden table in the corner.
Jin lifted Geana's shirt and kissed her chest. He kissed flames onto her nipples. The two lay on the bed. Geana wrapped her legs around her lover and they caressed. The made love under the watchful moon, which cast a beam onto their naked bodies. Together they moved under silken sheets. The black sky outside contradicted the warm glow that came from their bodies. The night moved as autumn closed in.
"I love you," whispered Jin and he stroked her supple, tanned skin. She smiled for the first time in a long while.
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"Why is this happening?" Yuffie asked as she sat down on the comfortable blue sofa. "Why is he taunting me with all this shit? Can't he just let me go? I thought I was free of him but I guess I was wrong."
"Relax Yuffie. We still don't know if this has anything to do with your father," Vincent said.
"It's his fucking phone number!" Yuffie screamed. "What the fuck am I supposed to think? Huh?! You tell me: do I have any other enemies?"
Vincent sighed. He sat down and weighed out his options. He said: "We don't have to work this out right away. We have time...I think. We have nothing to go on right now."
"We could go to the police," Yuffie remarked.
"And say what? Some girl saw you get shot in a vision? You really think they're going to believe us?"
"No, but I was only offering a suggestion. There's no need to bite my head off."
"We have another option," Vincent said, looking at some pictures framed on the wall of the wedding ceremony, "We could...get some help from other people."
"Who would believe us?" asked Yuffie. She looked confused and followed Vincent's glare to the wall. On the white wall sat some hung several pictures of the wedding. The one Yuffie believed Vincent to be looking at was one of seven people: Yuffie, Vincent, Cloud, Tifa, Barret, Red and Cid.
"You think they'd help?" Vincent asked when he saw that Yuffie had caught on.
"I know it!"
A/N: Sorry about the shortness of this one. I've never played the game so it would be a big help if anyone could tell me if Yuffie's dad actually had a phone. I don't really have a clue. Anyway, this one was a little rushed because I need a cigarette. Let me know what you think about the story and I hope to have the next chapter up in a couple of weeks because I'm going away.
By the way: If anyone has read any of my previous fics and have sent me e- mails then I won't have got them because my account is held under my old e- mail address which has expired. If you want to send me any questions or comments about my fics or about me (not that I'm very interesting) then hit me on: swindler103@hotmail.com Thanks - ~*SpiritCatcher*~