Chapter IXXXX: Final Chapter.
"History teacher?" Cid asked sceptically.
"Yup. I'll take over the scool from my position of evil teacher number one, and I'll run the place with an iron-fist." He said proudly.
Cid chuckled.
"With an attitude like that, you could be math teacher. Their definatly the most evil people to have crawled out of hell." He said laughingly.
Vincent considered this.
"Yes." He said absent mindedly. "They are, aren't they?"
"Vincent, your beginning to scare me." Yuffie said.
The smile vanished from his face.
"Sorry."
Yuffie laid an arm around on his shoulders.
"Its alright, I just hate teachers." She stated.
"Ok, I won't be a history teacher, but it'll be your responsebility to find something else for me to do." He said.
Seph X poked Vincent's narrow chest. Jarred merely stared and whispered things like 'Isn't he dead?' 'What the hell is HE doing here?'
"You're alive." He remarked, stating the obvious.
Vincent pushed the machines hand away.
"Yes."
Seph X poked Vincent again, not quite sure what was happening.
"But, your dead!"
"Not anymore."
Seph X suddenly noticed Vincent's wings.
"And wings?"
"Got a problem with that?"
Seph X clutched his head.
"I think there must be a malfunction in me somewhere. Maybe I died and went to machine hell. Hmm..."
Vincent turned away.
"I never really got him." Vincent whispered.
Cid started for the door.
"Neither did I, but he makes a passible general at times."
He pushed open the door.
"You gotta come in, Cloud is gonna piss his pants when he see's you alive!"
Vincent grinned.
"We wouldn't want that, would we?"
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Cloud sat beside Red XIII by the stairs. They had retreated there after remarking about something that seemed to make Tifa mad. Something about cooking. Tifa had managed to hit Cloud on the shoulder before the blonde haired man escaped her. Red had narrowly avoided a solid boot to his backside. They had tried seeking refuge with Cid, Seph X and Jarred, but they also had managed to offend Jarred. Apperantly, Jarred didn't appreciate the words 'Evil war mongering demon-wannabe'. After being chased around the deck they returned inside, pleaded with Tifa for mercy, got whacked over their heads, and sat by the stairs. Spirits were NOT high. They sat and stared evilly at the opposite wall.
"This is your fault, y'know." Cloud said.
Red glared frostily at Cloud.
"I beg to differ, my two-legged freind."
Cloud returned an equally frosty glare.
"You started the conversation."
Red slitted his eye.
"THEY certainly ended it! But only after you insulted them." He retorted.
Cloud turned away, denying that he had anyhting to do with such matters.
Cid poked his head over the platform above them.
"What are the two of you moaning about now?"
Cloud looked up.
"Nothing mu-" Cloud stopped suddenly. Was that a golden claw? Cloud squinted. He rubbed his eyes. He squinted again.
"Vincent?!" He yelled.
Red XIII Perked up.
"What about Vincent?" He asked.
But cloud wasn't there. He was already dashing up the stairs to investigate.
"Vincent?!" He yelled again.
Sure enough, Vincent stood next to Cid, with Yuffie attached to his arm.
"I really wish people would just let me be." Vincent stated, trying to shrug Yuffie away.
"Y,your dead!" Cloud said.
Vincent looked himself up and down.
"I don't think so."
Red joined Cloud. They flame red dog gazed in disbelief. Then he turned and held a whispered conversation with Cloud. Vincent could hear only fragments of this conversation, but only needed this to peice together to what they were talking about.
"Didn't we bury him?"
"Where did those wings put out from?"
"How many laws of nature is he breaking?"
"Didn't we bury him?"
Vincent politely stepped around the pair to go meet the others. Yuffie less politely shuffled through them and followed Vincent. Vincent sighed.
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Tifa grumbled evilly. She merely waited for anyone to TRY and come into the room. She would get them. Especially Cloud. After that snide remark about her cooking, she was ready to claw his eyes out. Red and the others were alright, but Cloud was gonna get it. She sat by the door, waiting.
"Yo, Tifa, maybe you should lay off. He didn't know you were so close. Guys say anything y'know!" Barret said nervously, afraid he might be Tifa's next target.
Tifa growled at Barret. Barret retreated to a chair.
Something pushed at the door that led into the room. Tifa tensed. The door was flung open. Tifa leapt!
And landed squarly on Vincents chest.
"Hi th-Uff!"
Tifa stared at the man below her.
"V,Vincent? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" She yelled, still halfway mad at Cloud.
Vincent indignantly pushed her off.
"If you keep that up you'lll ruffle my wings up." He said while sitting up.
Barret was staring. Tifa was crawling away with her eyes wide open. Vincent was cooly un-ruffling his wing. He flapped them expiramentally.
"Ah, there we go." He muttered, and pushed himself up.
Yuffie stood beside him with an evil grin.
"I toldya I'd bring him back!" She said.
"You know, I donn't think you did anythin-" Vincent was swiftly hushed.
"I even got him some pretty wings!"
Tifa managed to overcome her shock.
"Is that you... Vincent?" She asked, hesitantly poking him in the schest where Mech-Heads claws had entered and exited.
"Yes." Vincent replied.
Barret was now there too.
"How the hell did you come back?!" He asked.
Vincent smiled.
"Very carefully."
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Back at the 'Eigth Heaven', Vincent found that attention was less than nice. In fact, he longed for the days when the others wouldn't give him a second of their time. Now, they all stared at him, ran their hands over his wings, and asked for him to relate his story. He had tried to explain as well as he could, but no matter how well he explained the fact that he had died and come back proved too much for the others. Of all the others, Red XIII understood SOME of what he was told. He understood that the demons had fashioned a world of their own, but not that their souls went to different places than the Lifestream. He understood that Vincent had been punished, but not so leniantly. Finally, NO ONE understood why the hell Kahn, the final demon lord, would want to tell the world about demons. At last, Vincent snuck out of the bar while the others ate.
Vincent was met by a cold blast of hail and wind. His black hair whipped around as the wind flew through it. Ice fragments rammed painfully into his face.
"Sometimes I wonder why I came back." Vincent grumbled.
he steered himself through the snow-laden streets. The tower loomed ominously before him.
"What did I see in that place?" He pondered. "The veiw? The possibility of suicide? Hmm..."
Vincent pushed the door to the tower open. He brought a swift breeze of hail with him. From somewhere he heard a giggle.
He froze. Who was here? Everyone was back at the bar?
"Hello?" He called out.
Another giggle.
"Helloooooo?"
"Vincent, you have a tiny room and a tinier bed. If you ever DID get a wife what the hell would do with her in this imitation of a house?" A voice answered.
Vincent relaxed. Yuffie.
"Not a lot, I admit. Thats why I'm moving to Nibelheim."
Yuffie began walking down the spiral stairs that led from Vincent's room.
"Nibelheim?" She asked.
Vincent grinned
"Yeah, then we'd have an entire mansion to ourselves." He said, immitating yuffie's mischevious voice.
Yuffie arrived at the ground floor.
"What would I do in a mansion with you?" She asked.
"I believe you mentioned a wife somewhere along the lines of this conversation." He remarked slyly.
Yuffie stopped stock still.
"Vinnie, are asking me to...?" She asked hesitantly.
Vincent's grin widend.
"You betta believe it!"
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Kahn stood obstinatly in the center of Gaea's peak. His eyes closed as he stood in the eye of the mountains storm. The center of the promised land. For any demon this place was terrifyingly holy to the Cetra, and any demon who risked setting foot there was considered 'a dead man'. But Kahn held no such illusions. These mountains were only as dangerous as he let them to be, and their inhabitants as dangerous as long as he let them live. But Kahn would wait. Kahn would forever wait. Zann Talrath Kahn would return to the human realm in time, but he would have to serve his time first.
Kahn smiled.
Then they would all pay.
Kahn laughed.
The council had failed for the final time. Kahn would destroy them too.
Kahn flapped his shadowy wings and flew around his confinement. The humans, the half breeds, the Council, they would all crumble before him.
And then they would know the power of the Kahn.
But in the meanwhile he would wait.
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The burning green eyes surveyed the scene before them.
The one called Jarred would have to watched closely, the eyes owner decided.
Yes, but first things first. He had to find Vincent. He had to watch him.
For something great would emerge from the hollowed out old man.
And the man with the green eyes would take it.
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Nope, sorry. Last chapter. There will be an epilogue, then I'll start on other stories.
Jarreds story will be priority number one. He's my favourite character! But before that I'll try and finish a story I started a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG time ago (Only if it doesn't bore me too much.)
"History teacher?" Cid asked sceptically.
"Yup. I'll take over the scool from my position of evil teacher number one, and I'll run the place with an iron-fist." He said proudly.
Cid chuckled.
"With an attitude like that, you could be math teacher. Their definatly the most evil people to have crawled out of hell." He said laughingly.
Vincent considered this.
"Yes." He said absent mindedly. "They are, aren't they?"
"Vincent, your beginning to scare me." Yuffie said.
The smile vanished from his face.
"Sorry."
Yuffie laid an arm around on his shoulders.
"Its alright, I just hate teachers." She stated.
"Ok, I won't be a history teacher, but it'll be your responsebility to find something else for me to do." He said.
Seph X poked Vincent's narrow chest. Jarred merely stared and whispered things like 'Isn't he dead?' 'What the hell is HE doing here?'
"You're alive." He remarked, stating the obvious.
Vincent pushed the machines hand away.
"Yes."
Seph X poked Vincent again, not quite sure what was happening.
"But, your dead!"
"Not anymore."
Seph X suddenly noticed Vincent's wings.
"And wings?"
"Got a problem with that?"
Seph X clutched his head.
"I think there must be a malfunction in me somewhere. Maybe I died and went to machine hell. Hmm..."
Vincent turned away.
"I never really got him." Vincent whispered.
Cid started for the door.
"Neither did I, but he makes a passible general at times."
He pushed open the door.
"You gotta come in, Cloud is gonna piss his pants when he see's you alive!"
Vincent grinned.
"We wouldn't want that, would we?"
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Cloud sat beside Red XIII by the stairs. They had retreated there after remarking about something that seemed to make Tifa mad. Something about cooking. Tifa had managed to hit Cloud on the shoulder before the blonde haired man escaped her. Red had narrowly avoided a solid boot to his backside. They had tried seeking refuge with Cid, Seph X and Jarred, but they also had managed to offend Jarred. Apperantly, Jarred didn't appreciate the words 'Evil war mongering demon-wannabe'. After being chased around the deck they returned inside, pleaded with Tifa for mercy, got whacked over their heads, and sat by the stairs. Spirits were NOT high. They sat and stared evilly at the opposite wall.
"This is your fault, y'know." Cloud said.
Red glared frostily at Cloud.
"I beg to differ, my two-legged freind."
Cloud returned an equally frosty glare.
"You started the conversation."
Red slitted his eye.
"THEY certainly ended it! But only after you insulted them." He retorted.
Cloud turned away, denying that he had anyhting to do with such matters.
Cid poked his head over the platform above them.
"What are the two of you moaning about now?"
Cloud looked up.
"Nothing mu-" Cloud stopped suddenly. Was that a golden claw? Cloud squinted. He rubbed his eyes. He squinted again.
"Vincent?!" He yelled.
Red XIII Perked up.
"What about Vincent?" He asked.
But cloud wasn't there. He was already dashing up the stairs to investigate.
"Vincent?!" He yelled again.
Sure enough, Vincent stood next to Cid, with Yuffie attached to his arm.
"I really wish people would just let me be." Vincent stated, trying to shrug Yuffie away.
"Y,your dead!" Cloud said.
Vincent looked himself up and down.
"I don't think so."
Red joined Cloud. They flame red dog gazed in disbelief. Then he turned and held a whispered conversation with Cloud. Vincent could hear only fragments of this conversation, but only needed this to peice together to what they were talking about.
"Didn't we bury him?"
"Where did those wings put out from?"
"How many laws of nature is he breaking?"
"Didn't we bury him?"
Vincent politely stepped around the pair to go meet the others. Yuffie less politely shuffled through them and followed Vincent. Vincent sighed.
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Tifa grumbled evilly. She merely waited for anyone to TRY and come into the room. She would get them. Especially Cloud. After that snide remark about her cooking, she was ready to claw his eyes out. Red and the others were alright, but Cloud was gonna get it. She sat by the door, waiting.
"Yo, Tifa, maybe you should lay off. He didn't know you were so close. Guys say anything y'know!" Barret said nervously, afraid he might be Tifa's next target.
Tifa growled at Barret. Barret retreated to a chair.
Something pushed at the door that led into the room. Tifa tensed. The door was flung open. Tifa leapt!
And landed squarly on Vincents chest.
"Hi th-Uff!"
Tifa stared at the man below her.
"V,Vincent? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" She yelled, still halfway mad at Cloud.
Vincent indignantly pushed her off.
"If you keep that up you'lll ruffle my wings up." He said while sitting up.
Barret was staring. Tifa was crawling away with her eyes wide open. Vincent was cooly un-ruffling his wing. He flapped them expiramentally.
"Ah, there we go." He muttered, and pushed himself up.
Yuffie stood beside him with an evil grin.
"I toldya I'd bring him back!" She said.
"You know, I donn't think you did anythin-" Vincent was swiftly hushed.
"I even got him some pretty wings!"
Tifa managed to overcome her shock.
"Is that you... Vincent?" She asked, hesitantly poking him in the schest where Mech-Heads claws had entered and exited.
"Yes." Vincent replied.
Barret was now there too.
"How the hell did you come back?!" He asked.
Vincent smiled.
"Very carefully."
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Back at the 'Eigth Heaven', Vincent found that attention was less than nice. In fact, he longed for the days when the others wouldn't give him a second of their time. Now, they all stared at him, ran their hands over his wings, and asked for him to relate his story. He had tried to explain as well as he could, but no matter how well he explained the fact that he had died and come back proved too much for the others. Of all the others, Red XIII understood SOME of what he was told. He understood that the demons had fashioned a world of their own, but not that their souls went to different places than the Lifestream. He understood that Vincent had been punished, but not so leniantly. Finally, NO ONE understood why the hell Kahn, the final demon lord, would want to tell the world about demons. At last, Vincent snuck out of the bar while the others ate.
Vincent was met by a cold blast of hail and wind. His black hair whipped around as the wind flew through it. Ice fragments rammed painfully into his face.
"Sometimes I wonder why I came back." Vincent grumbled.
he steered himself through the snow-laden streets. The tower loomed ominously before him.
"What did I see in that place?" He pondered. "The veiw? The possibility of suicide? Hmm..."
Vincent pushed the door to the tower open. He brought a swift breeze of hail with him. From somewhere he heard a giggle.
He froze. Who was here? Everyone was back at the bar?
"Hello?" He called out.
Another giggle.
"Helloooooo?"
"Vincent, you have a tiny room and a tinier bed. If you ever DID get a wife what the hell would do with her in this imitation of a house?" A voice answered.
Vincent relaxed. Yuffie.
"Not a lot, I admit. Thats why I'm moving to Nibelheim."
Yuffie began walking down the spiral stairs that led from Vincent's room.
"Nibelheim?" She asked.
Vincent grinned
"Yeah, then we'd have an entire mansion to ourselves." He said, immitating yuffie's mischevious voice.
Yuffie arrived at the ground floor.
"What would I do in a mansion with you?" She asked.
"I believe you mentioned a wife somewhere along the lines of this conversation." He remarked slyly.
Yuffie stopped stock still.
"Vinnie, are asking me to...?" She asked hesitantly.
Vincent's grin widend.
"You betta believe it!"
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Kahn stood obstinatly in the center of Gaea's peak. His eyes closed as he stood in the eye of the mountains storm. The center of the promised land. For any demon this place was terrifyingly holy to the Cetra, and any demon who risked setting foot there was considered 'a dead man'. But Kahn held no such illusions. These mountains were only as dangerous as he let them to be, and their inhabitants as dangerous as long as he let them live. But Kahn would wait. Kahn would forever wait. Zann Talrath Kahn would return to the human realm in time, but he would have to serve his time first.
Kahn smiled.
Then they would all pay.
Kahn laughed.
The council had failed for the final time. Kahn would destroy them too.
Kahn flapped his shadowy wings and flew around his confinement. The humans, the half breeds, the Council, they would all crumble before him.
And then they would know the power of the Kahn.
But in the meanwhile he would wait.
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The burning green eyes surveyed the scene before them.
The one called Jarred would have to watched closely, the eyes owner decided.
Yes, but first things first. He had to find Vincent. He had to watch him.
For something great would emerge from the hollowed out old man.
And the man with the green eyes would take it.
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Nope, sorry. Last chapter. There will be an epilogue, then I'll start on other stories.
Jarreds story will be priority number one. He's my favourite character! But before that I'll try and finish a story I started a LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG time ago (Only if it doesn't bore me too much.)