Chapter XXXVIII: Black Angels Return
"let me in." Mech-Head commanded.
"No." A shadow said in front of him said with a suspicously familiar hiss.
"You can't keep me out!" He hissed.
"Would you like to find out?" Mech-Head still couldn't remember who had a voice like that.
"Ye-" Mech-Head stopped midway. He wasn't inside yet, he could be killed.
"Pleassssse tell usssss you would like to try." The shadow continued.
Realization on who it was standing before him dawned on Mech-Head.
"Nooooooooo!!!" He cried out.
Through the shadows emerged a black snout with a terrifying array of teeth.
Hate smiled wickedly at the figure in front of it.
"Nissssse to sssssee you again too." He hissed.
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"Demons can be pretty fun people, if you meet the right ones." Vincent commented.
Yuffie looked up at her protecter above her.
"Fun? Demons? Are you alright Vinnie?" She asked.
Vincent smiled.
"Chaos gave me my wings, and I was tempted more than once to laugh at two demons I met. So yes, that goes under my 'fun people list'. But the others can be real bastards."
"Vincent, what ARE you talking about?"
Vincent realized that some of his story would seem utterly bizarre to Yuffie. He tried to change his story so that it would seem a bit more... Believable.
"Well, it turns out that I really WAS a monster, or atleast I caught it from Chaos, 'cause I didn't REALLY die, just sort of, 'retired for the day', so to speak."
Yuffie hit him in chest.
"You had me worried over you, and you were RESTING?!" She yelled.
"I did nothing of the sort." Vincent retorted. "And I swear that if you hit me again I'll drop you."
Yuffie crossed her arms and stuck out her toung.
"Anyway, after that I had to see the head-hancho about trying to get back here, and evrything turned out to be alright after I seemed to have broken some sort of law or something. I have been exiled from the demon race, thank god, I can never be possessed again, thanks again, and I'm no longer immortal." Vincent concluded quickly.
Yuffie gave Vincent a sceptic look.
"You were immortal?" She asked.
Vincent nodded.
"Had something to do with being a demon." He answered. "But they weren't exactly that bad either. If I wanted to I could've asked them to get rid of all this stuff. The eyes, the claw, and my very usefull wings. But I decided to keep 'em. Sentimental value, you see."
Yuffie turned around in Vincent's grasp to hug him.
"I'm glad you did, 'cause now I don't have to ride a damned chocobo when I wanna go somewhere!" She giggled.
Vincent joined her laughter.
"You know, I'm never gonna get used to that laugh." Yuffie remarked.
"You know, I realized that I need a job." Vincent said.
"Really?"
"Yes. And I think I know the perfect one too."
"What? An assassin? Mercenary?" She asked.
"No. High-school history teacher." He said proudly.
"WHAT?!" Yuffie yelled.
"Yes. I do believe that I am the perfect candidate to ramble on about 'the good ol days'."
Yuffie sputtered words out.
"B,b,but your a TURK for goodness sake! You've killed people!"
"Yes, thats exactly why I'll teach in high-school. Anyone who falls asleep in MY classes will risk not waking up."
The worst part was that Yuffie could actually picture Vincent standing by a chalk board, with glasses and thick book in his claw, blabbing on about something that hapened long ago. She shivered.
"No boyfreind of MINE is going to be a history teacher." She swore solemnly.
Vincent raised an eyebrow.
"You got a boyfreind?" He asked. "He's not bigger than i am, is he?"
Yuffie giggled.
Vincent smiled.
"History teacher." He remarked.
"Whats with this notion of a history teacher?"
"Oh, come on. I'm sixty-two, I practically AM history!"
Yuffie frowned.
"We're gonna have to do something about your age, you know. No one is gonna look at me the same way if I'm going out with a sixty-two year old man."
Vincent looked down at Yuffie.
"Who are you going out with?" Vincent asked concerned.
Yuffie laughed.
"I see nothing funny. I go away for a bit and suddenly I'm replaced by, not one, but two men."
They both cracked up, laughing. Vincent was so emersed in this that he failed to notice the Highwind roar towards them.
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Seph X leaned over the railing of the Highwind, alongside Jarred Rath and Cid, who was trying to spit on people. The machine turned as he heard a shout of surprise and a loud whump.
"Did you guys hear that?"
"Hear what?" Jarred asked.
"That noise." Seph X continued, denying that he might have imagined the whole idea.
"It might be the engine." Cid offered.
The engine. Sure. And little green monkeys from timbuktu will conquer Midgar in hope of finding hot tomales.
"Sure." Seph X resigned, not really giving a damn in the first place.
"You know, this is a LOT more fun than it first sounded." Cid commented.
Jarred grinned wickedly.
"Especially when theres targets!" He added, spitting over the edge.
Seph X motioned for them to stop. They blissfully ignored this. Seph X sighed.
"No respect for the elderly." Seph X remarked, forgetting the fact that he had been conceived merely ten years ago.
"I'm older than you are." Jarred remarked airily, readying himself to spit again.
Seph X ignored this.
"How old ARE you?" Cid asked. No one had really caught onto Jarred's age, and nothing around him gave it away.
"Oh, I don't really know. Nineteen, I think." He answered as airily as before.
Cid stared.
"You don't Fu-"#-ing know?!"
"Nope. I know when I escaped, and from then I start countin'." He continued.
"Escaped?!" Cid spat.
Jarred smiled.
"I might tell you one day." He bent over the railing again. "But right now, I see a man with a dry skull."
"Where?" A sweet voice.
Jarred jumped in fright.
"WHERE THE FU-¤% DID YOU SPROUT FROM?!" He yelled while turning around.
Cid also turned.
"Yuffie?" He said in disbelief. "How the fu-@¤ did you get up here?!"
Yuffie stood with a evil grin on her face.
"Tsk tsk, such language!" She said disapprovingly.
"Answer the Fu-#¤-ing question!" Cid yelled.
Her grin widened.
"I rode my white, err, multi-coloured stallion."
She gestured to a shadowy figure behind her.
Cid peered behind her, and nearly fell off the Highwind.
"V,Vincent?!"
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Reno stirred slowly on his bed.
"Where am I?" He asked groggily. He was in severe pain, and a headache reigned supperior in his head.
"Back at the arpartment." Elena said.
"Gimme a drink." He said, rolling onto his stomach.
"Atleast he's back to normal." Rude commented.
Elena sighed.
Reno's memory began flooding back to him. He cluthed at his stomach. No pain. No blood.
"How long have i been out?" He asked.
Elena hugged him.
"Long enough." She said.
Reno smiled his evil smile.
"I know ya'll love me, but I want my drink, and if have to get it myself then get the hell outta my way!" He said, pushing Elena away and trying to get out of bed. Dizzyness took over as he tried standing up.
"On second thought I think I'll take it easy."
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STILL not the end.
There will be one or two more chapters and then an epilogue. And then scheming. Lots of scheming.
"let me in." Mech-Head commanded.
"No." A shadow said in front of him said with a suspicously familiar hiss.
"You can't keep me out!" He hissed.
"Would you like to find out?" Mech-Head still couldn't remember who had a voice like that.
"Ye-" Mech-Head stopped midway. He wasn't inside yet, he could be killed.
"Pleassssse tell usssss you would like to try." The shadow continued.
Realization on who it was standing before him dawned on Mech-Head.
"Nooooooooo!!!" He cried out.
Through the shadows emerged a black snout with a terrifying array of teeth.
Hate smiled wickedly at the figure in front of it.
"Nissssse to sssssee you again too." He hissed.
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"Demons can be pretty fun people, if you meet the right ones." Vincent commented.
Yuffie looked up at her protecter above her.
"Fun? Demons? Are you alright Vinnie?" She asked.
Vincent smiled.
"Chaos gave me my wings, and I was tempted more than once to laugh at two demons I met. So yes, that goes under my 'fun people list'. But the others can be real bastards."
"Vincent, what ARE you talking about?"
Vincent realized that some of his story would seem utterly bizarre to Yuffie. He tried to change his story so that it would seem a bit more... Believable.
"Well, it turns out that I really WAS a monster, or atleast I caught it from Chaos, 'cause I didn't REALLY die, just sort of, 'retired for the day', so to speak."
Yuffie hit him in chest.
"You had me worried over you, and you were RESTING?!" She yelled.
"I did nothing of the sort." Vincent retorted. "And I swear that if you hit me again I'll drop you."
Yuffie crossed her arms and stuck out her toung.
"Anyway, after that I had to see the head-hancho about trying to get back here, and evrything turned out to be alright after I seemed to have broken some sort of law or something. I have been exiled from the demon race, thank god, I can never be possessed again, thanks again, and I'm no longer immortal." Vincent concluded quickly.
Yuffie gave Vincent a sceptic look.
"You were immortal?" She asked.
Vincent nodded.
"Had something to do with being a demon." He answered. "But they weren't exactly that bad either. If I wanted to I could've asked them to get rid of all this stuff. The eyes, the claw, and my very usefull wings. But I decided to keep 'em. Sentimental value, you see."
Yuffie turned around in Vincent's grasp to hug him.
"I'm glad you did, 'cause now I don't have to ride a damned chocobo when I wanna go somewhere!" She giggled.
Vincent joined her laughter.
"You know, I'm never gonna get used to that laugh." Yuffie remarked.
"You know, I realized that I need a job." Vincent said.
"Really?"
"Yes. And I think I know the perfect one too."
"What? An assassin? Mercenary?" She asked.
"No. High-school history teacher." He said proudly.
"WHAT?!" Yuffie yelled.
"Yes. I do believe that I am the perfect candidate to ramble on about 'the good ol days'."
Yuffie sputtered words out.
"B,b,but your a TURK for goodness sake! You've killed people!"
"Yes, thats exactly why I'll teach in high-school. Anyone who falls asleep in MY classes will risk not waking up."
The worst part was that Yuffie could actually picture Vincent standing by a chalk board, with glasses and thick book in his claw, blabbing on about something that hapened long ago. She shivered.
"No boyfreind of MINE is going to be a history teacher." She swore solemnly.
Vincent raised an eyebrow.
"You got a boyfreind?" He asked. "He's not bigger than i am, is he?"
Yuffie giggled.
Vincent smiled.
"History teacher." He remarked.
"Whats with this notion of a history teacher?"
"Oh, come on. I'm sixty-two, I practically AM history!"
Yuffie frowned.
"We're gonna have to do something about your age, you know. No one is gonna look at me the same way if I'm going out with a sixty-two year old man."
Vincent looked down at Yuffie.
"Who are you going out with?" Vincent asked concerned.
Yuffie laughed.
"I see nothing funny. I go away for a bit and suddenly I'm replaced by, not one, but two men."
They both cracked up, laughing. Vincent was so emersed in this that he failed to notice the Highwind roar towards them.
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Seph X leaned over the railing of the Highwind, alongside Jarred Rath and Cid, who was trying to spit on people. The machine turned as he heard a shout of surprise and a loud whump.
"Did you guys hear that?"
"Hear what?" Jarred asked.
"That noise." Seph X continued, denying that he might have imagined the whole idea.
"It might be the engine." Cid offered.
The engine. Sure. And little green monkeys from timbuktu will conquer Midgar in hope of finding hot tomales.
"Sure." Seph X resigned, not really giving a damn in the first place.
"You know, this is a LOT more fun than it first sounded." Cid commented.
Jarred grinned wickedly.
"Especially when theres targets!" He added, spitting over the edge.
Seph X motioned for them to stop. They blissfully ignored this. Seph X sighed.
"No respect for the elderly." Seph X remarked, forgetting the fact that he had been conceived merely ten years ago.
"I'm older than you are." Jarred remarked airily, readying himself to spit again.
Seph X ignored this.
"How old ARE you?" Cid asked. No one had really caught onto Jarred's age, and nothing around him gave it away.
"Oh, I don't really know. Nineteen, I think." He answered as airily as before.
Cid stared.
"You don't Fu-"#-ing know?!"
"Nope. I know when I escaped, and from then I start countin'." He continued.
"Escaped?!" Cid spat.
Jarred smiled.
"I might tell you one day." He bent over the railing again. "But right now, I see a man with a dry skull."
"Where?" A sweet voice.
Jarred jumped in fright.
"WHERE THE FU-¤% DID YOU SPROUT FROM?!" He yelled while turning around.
Cid also turned.
"Yuffie?" He said in disbelief. "How the fu-@¤ did you get up here?!"
Yuffie stood with a evil grin on her face.
"Tsk tsk, such language!" She said disapprovingly.
"Answer the Fu-#¤-ing question!" Cid yelled.
Her grin widened.
"I rode my white, err, multi-coloured stallion."
She gestured to a shadowy figure behind her.
Cid peered behind her, and nearly fell off the Highwind.
"V,Vincent?!"
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Reno stirred slowly on his bed.
"Where am I?" He asked groggily. He was in severe pain, and a headache reigned supperior in his head.
"Back at the arpartment." Elena said.
"Gimme a drink." He said, rolling onto his stomach.
"Atleast he's back to normal." Rude commented.
Elena sighed.
Reno's memory began flooding back to him. He cluthed at his stomach. No pain. No blood.
"How long have i been out?" He asked.
Elena hugged him.
"Long enough." She said.
Reno smiled his evil smile.
"I know ya'll love me, but I want my drink, and if have to get it myself then get the hell outta my way!" He said, pushing Elena away and trying to get out of bed. Dizzyness took over as he tried standing up.
"On second thought I think I'll take it easy."
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STILL not the end.
There will be one or two more chapters and then an epilogue. And then scheming. Lots of scheming.