Chapter IIXX: A Moment To Remember.
Yuffie walked across the night-strewn streets.
She had decided long before that when Vincent Valentine left, he left for good. She now wandered the streets aimlessly, hoping to find anyone who had seen the demonic beast. She had gotten more than a few strange glances throughout the night. She was about to give up when she saw something that made her stomach churn. A corpse. But not any corpse. It looked like the person it used to be had suffered before they died. Yuffie then determined that the man had been killed by swift stomp to the head.
Vincent.
She saw some bloody footprints that went down the road. They rounded the corner and was lost from Yuffie's sight. She followed them, glad that she was getting away from the gruesome scene.
She followed the footprints down the street, where they were beginning to get faint. Yuffie looked in horror as the footprints came to an abrupt end. She looked at her surroundings. They seemed somehow familiar. Her grey eyes looked at the buildings, trying to get an idea where she was. They rested on an old restaurant.
"The Cabaret?" She said in disbelief.
Why would he go there?
Maybe he didn't.
Yuffie decided to go in anyway.
She pushed open the door and was met by drunken singing.
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Rose Skura had learned that when someone became as drunk as Vincent Valentine, they should have a warning sign. Especially if they had large guns.
"Everyone 'ates me." Vincent said, as he reached they all time low.
"No they don't." Rose comforted.
"'es, they do." He continued, taking a deep pull of beer.
He suddenly began singing drunkenly. He sang slurred, which added to the immense comedy of the whole thing. He climbed onto the table to sing. Rose tried to pull him down, but he resisted. Bloodied, drunk and severely depressed, Vincent sang.
Then the door to the bar opened up and a head popped in. It looked at Vincent and its mouth dropped.
Vincent looked over at the person peeking into the bar.
"'Uffie?" he said before passing out.
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"'Uffie? Izzat oo? 'Uffie?" Vincent said dazedly as they stumbled down the streets.
"Yes, Vinnie, its me." She said sympathetically.
"I'm 'orry." He muttered.
"For what?"
"Fer liking you. And merely being."
Ah, the return of the big thoughts, Yuffie thought.
"Don't be."
"Bu' I am."
"DON'T be."
Vincent clutched his hand to his head.
"Notso loud. My 'ead 'urts."
"Sorry."
"'Orry."
This was too much for Yuffie. It was just too funny for her to stand. She tittered. Vincent looked hurt.
"What?"
"I'm sorry, I just can't help it."
He looked down at himself.
"I see nothing funny. I'm a monster."
Yuffie smiled.
"Ah yes. You may be a monster, but you're a drunken monster. And my monster at that."
Vincent tried to stand on his own.
"I am nobody's!" He yelled drunkenly while pointing a finger into the air. He began falling forward. Yuffie grabbed him.
"I'm yours." He grinned.
"Good."
His midnight black hair dropped over his face.
"Blind! I'm blind! Somebody help me!" He cried out desperately.
Yuffie pushed his hair back.
"I can see! It's a miracle!"
"No, its hair." She grunted." Come on, lets get you inside the room."
"You rented a room?"
Yuffie recoiled slightly.
"Ugh, no. This is our hotel room."
"Why are we at a hotel?" Vincent whispered.
Yuffie smiled at him.
"'Cuz we're in Junon."
"Why are we in Junon?"
"You know, I think I've forgotten."
Vincent grinned wildly again.
"Iz a good thing I'm the brains of this operation."
"Really?"
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Vincent awoke in his bed, accompanied by a mind splitting headache. He also felt the urge to spew.
He rolled out of his bed and onto the floor. He grunted.
He pushed himself up and went to the bathroom. Halfway across the room he began running as the meals he had eaten throughout the past days came back to haunt him. In the room where the Yuffie and Vincent slept, there was only the sound of coughing and splashing, then a flush.
He washed out his mouth to get rid of the nasty taste of puke. He tried to grasp for his toothbrush, but remembered he wasn't in Kalm anymore. It wasn't there. He saw Yuffie toothbrush and toothpaste. He peeked into the other room briefly. Asleep. He made a grab for the toothpaste and squished some on Yuffie's toothbrush. He began to brush guiltily.
As he began to finish up in the bathroom he heard Yuffie stretch and moan in her sleep. He put her toothbrush back in place. He decided to get breakfast for the two of them, and give Yuffie hers in bed as a "thank you" for not doing anything cruel to him. He walked out of the bathroom and pushed open the door to outside. Before walking out he looked at Yuffie sleeping. And he smiled at her.
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Yuffie Kisaragi opened her eyes at the smell of food. She watched Vincent as he readied it, putting it a on a plate for her to eat off of.
"Ah, your awake." He remarked, not taking his eyes away from the food.
"Why yes, I seem to be." She said. "Unless this is seem kind of cruel dream."
"Why would you say that?"
"'Cuz you got French toast!"
"Why yes, I seem to have some of that." He said, still not taking his eyes away from the food.
"What is it Vinnie?" Yuffie asked.
"Read for yourself." Vincent picked up the plate and Yuffie realized that Vincent hadn't been looking at the food, but a newspaper. He tossed it over to her.
It landed on the edge of the bed. Yuffie picked it up dubiously. She gasped.
On the front page was a picture of Sephiroth, along with the words "Midgar under siege!" on the front page.
"Oh gawd! HOW the HELL can HE be back?!"
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Sorry this chapters a bit short, but I need to get SOME schoolwork done (BLASTED SCHOOL!!!). Anyway, the story's going back to where Cloud and Seph- X left off.
Yuffie walked across the night-strewn streets.
She had decided long before that when Vincent Valentine left, he left for good. She now wandered the streets aimlessly, hoping to find anyone who had seen the demonic beast. She had gotten more than a few strange glances throughout the night. She was about to give up when she saw something that made her stomach churn. A corpse. But not any corpse. It looked like the person it used to be had suffered before they died. Yuffie then determined that the man had been killed by swift stomp to the head.
Vincent.
She saw some bloody footprints that went down the road. They rounded the corner and was lost from Yuffie's sight. She followed them, glad that she was getting away from the gruesome scene.
She followed the footprints down the street, where they were beginning to get faint. Yuffie looked in horror as the footprints came to an abrupt end. She looked at her surroundings. They seemed somehow familiar. Her grey eyes looked at the buildings, trying to get an idea where she was. They rested on an old restaurant.
"The Cabaret?" She said in disbelief.
Why would he go there?
Maybe he didn't.
Yuffie decided to go in anyway.
She pushed open the door and was met by drunken singing.
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Rose Skura had learned that when someone became as drunk as Vincent Valentine, they should have a warning sign. Especially if they had large guns.
"Everyone 'ates me." Vincent said, as he reached they all time low.
"No they don't." Rose comforted.
"'es, they do." He continued, taking a deep pull of beer.
He suddenly began singing drunkenly. He sang slurred, which added to the immense comedy of the whole thing. He climbed onto the table to sing. Rose tried to pull him down, but he resisted. Bloodied, drunk and severely depressed, Vincent sang.
Then the door to the bar opened up and a head popped in. It looked at Vincent and its mouth dropped.
Vincent looked over at the person peeking into the bar.
"'Uffie?" he said before passing out.
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"'Uffie? Izzat oo? 'Uffie?" Vincent said dazedly as they stumbled down the streets.
"Yes, Vinnie, its me." She said sympathetically.
"I'm 'orry." He muttered.
"For what?"
"Fer liking you. And merely being."
Ah, the return of the big thoughts, Yuffie thought.
"Don't be."
"Bu' I am."
"DON'T be."
Vincent clutched his hand to his head.
"Notso loud. My 'ead 'urts."
"Sorry."
"'Orry."
This was too much for Yuffie. It was just too funny for her to stand. She tittered. Vincent looked hurt.
"What?"
"I'm sorry, I just can't help it."
He looked down at himself.
"I see nothing funny. I'm a monster."
Yuffie smiled.
"Ah yes. You may be a monster, but you're a drunken monster. And my monster at that."
Vincent tried to stand on his own.
"I am nobody's!" He yelled drunkenly while pointing a finger into the air. He began falling forward. Yuffie grabbed him.
"I'm yours." He grinned.
"Good."
His midnight black hair dropped over his face.
"Blind! I'm blind! Somebody help me!" He cried out desperately.
Yuffie pushed his hair back.
"I can see! It's a miracle!"
"No, its hair." She grunted." Come on, lets get you inside the room."
"You rented a room?"
Yuffie recoiled slightly.
"Ugh, no. This is our hotel room."
"Why are we at a hotel?" Vincent whispered.
Yuffie smiled at him.
"'Cuz we're in Junon."
"Why are we in Junon?"
"You know, I think I've forgotten."
Vincent grinned wildly again.
"Iz a good thing I'm the brains of this operation."
"Really?"
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Vincent awoke in his bed, accompanied by a mind splitting headache. He also felt the urge to spew.
He rolled out of his bed and onto the floor. He grunted.
He pushed himself up and went to the bathroom. Halfway across the room he began running as the meals he had eaten throughout the past days came back to haunt him. In the room where the Yuffie and Vincent slept, there was only the sound of coughing and splashing, then a flush.
He washed out his mouth to get rid of the nasty taste of puke. He tried to grasp for his toothbrush, but remembered he wasn't in Kalm anymore. It wasn't there. He saw Yuffie toothbrush and toothpaste. He peeked into the other room briefly. Asleep. He made a grab for the toothpaste and squished some on Yuffie's toothbrush. He began to brush guiltily.
As he began to finish up in the bathroom he heard Yuffie stretch and moan in her sleep. He put her toothbrush back in place. He decided to get breakfast for the two of them, and give Yuffie hers in bed as a "thank you" for not doing anything cruel to him. He walked out of the bathroom and pushed open the door to outside. Before walking out he looked at Yuffie sleeping. And he smiled at her.
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Yuffie Kisaragi opened her eyes at the smell of food. She watched Vincent as he readied it, putting it a on a plate for her to eat off of.
"Ah, your awake." He remarked, not taking his eyes away from the food.
"Why yes, I seem to be." She said. "Unless this is seem kind of cruel dream."
"Why would you say that?"
"'Cuz you got French toast!"
"Why yes, I seem to have some of that." He said, still not taking his eyes away from the food.
"What is it Vinnie?" Yuffie asked.
"Read for yourself." Vincent picked up the plate and Yuffie realized that Vincent hadn't been looking at the food, but a newspaper. He tossed it over to her.
It landed on the edge of the bed. Yuffie picked it up dubiously. She gasped.
On the front page was a picture of Sephiroth, along with the words "Midgar under siege!" on the front page.
"Oh gawd! HOW the HELL can HE be back?!"
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Sorry this chapters a bit short, but I need to get SOME schoolwork done (BLASTED SCHOOL!!!). Anyway, the story's going back to where Cloud and Seph- X left off.