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Chapter 1: In Disarray
The sound of ragged breathing awoke Tifa from her dreamless slumber. Tifa slowly opened her eyes, sitting up slowly and rubbing the sleep from them, though she still felt groggy. She turned slowly, her eyes resting tiredly on Vincent's distressed form, though he did his very best not to show it. With a small sigh, Tifa opened her arms, embracing Vincent as he buried his head into the crook of her neck, his breathing uneven and his heart thumping loudly against his chest. Tifa closed her eyes, feeling a small tear slip down her face, and she gently stroked his hair, trying to soothe him, though saying nothing. Ever since he had come back to her, he had always come to her in the dead of night, distressed beyond words, though he never told her, and she had only asked once. All the response she had was him turning away from her, drawing slowly back into his shell. Even though she knew he cared, sometimes she questioned if his feelings were as strong as hers. Tifa inwardly winced at the memory, but continued her somewhat soothing touch on Vincent, who seemed to be calming down a bit. It seemed that he was having nightmares again, tossing and turning, his face twisted with so much agony and despair that Tifa couldn't bear it. She couldn't stand to see him so unhappy; after all he had done for her. She supposed that's why he came back to her, because he needed comfort, but Tifa wasn't so sure. She wasn't sure about much these days, and she decided it would be best if she was just here for him, his silent support. That's what he seemed to need the most. Soon, after Vincent's breathing and heart rate had gone down to normal, Tifa silently laid down, curving her body against his, head listening to his steady heartbeat, that had always soothed her to sleep. Tifa gave a soft sigh, and looked back up at Vincent, her vision clouding with tears. Vincent, please tell me what's wrong. Let me help, please . . .
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A shaky hand arose from the rubble of stone and metal, once a building. It grasped firmly on a twisted piece of metal, managing to drag the bruised and battered body of its owner, whom as panting with exhaustion. Slowly and painstakingly, the figure managed to get their upper body out from under the twisted rubble. With a slight groan, the figure fell down, panting in exhaustion. He was overexerting himself, he knew, but he had to get of here, had to go get revenge . . . His eyes burned with an angry fire at the thought, and he lifted himself up again, inching slowly toward the gate. Why hadn't he been smart enough to get out of the building instead of running around inside of it? With an angry and pained hiss, he dragged himself slowly upright, leaning on a twisted chunk of rock for support. His breathing quickened as he slowly inched along upright, dragging a weight behind him. Sweat dribbled down his brow, eyes set in fierce determination. They would pay for what they did, for taking his love away from him a second time. They would both pay dearly. He stopped abruptly when he saw a figure lying also in the demolished heap, barely breathing but alive. A small smirk found its way on his scarred face. Yes, they would pay dearly. He would show them the meaning of true fear! With that thought, he was unable to stop the mad grin spread widely across his features, as the short bark of laughter echoed through the once proud city, now forsaken.
~*Author's Notes*~ *winces* Sorry that I didn't update for so long! School is a big pain, and I have writer's block! *glares at a smug block* Ugh, evil. And still, after like five revisions, this still didn't come out right! *sighs* I don't think this is good at all! Even the Tifa and Vincent scene I don't like! *sighs* Oh, this isn't good at all. Well, anyway, read and review, or just tell me to stop the torture! I really think this is bad.
Chapter 1: In Disarray
The sound of ragged breathing awoke Tifa from her dreamless slumber. Tifa slowly opened her eyes, sitting up slowly and rubbing the sleep from them, though she still felt groggy. She turned slowly, her eyes resting tiredly on Vincent's distressed form, though he did his very best not to show it. With a small sigh, Tifa opened her arms, embracing Vincent as he buried his head into the crook of her neck, his breathing uneven and his heart thumping loudly against his chest. Tifa closed her eyes, feeling a small tear slip down her face, and she gently stroked his hair, trying to soothe him, though saying nothing. Ever since he had come back to her, he had always come to her in the dead of night, distressed beyond words, though he never told her, and she had only asked once. All the response she had was him turning away from her, drawing slowly back into his shell. Even though she knew he cared, sometimes she questioned if his feelings were as strong as hers. Tifa inwardly winced at the memory, but continued her somewhat soothing touch on Vincent, who seemed to be calming down a bit. It seemed that he was having nightmares again, tossing and turning, his face twisted with so much agony and despair that Tifa couldn't bear it. She couldn't stand to see him so unhappy; after all he had done for her. She supposed that's why he came back to her, because he needed comfort, but Tifa wasn't so sure. She wasn't sure about much these days, and she decided it would be best if she was just here for him, his silent support. That's what he seemed to need the most. Soon, after Vincent's breathing and heart rate had gone down to normal, Tifa silently laid down, curving her body against his, head listening to his steady heartbeat, that had always soothed her to sleep. Tifa gave a soft sigh, and looked back up at Vincent, her vision clouding with tears. Vincent, please tell me what's wrong. Let me help, please . . .
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A shaky hand arose from the rubble of stone and metal, once a building. It grasped firmly on a twisted piece of metal, managing to drag the bruised and battered body of its owner, whom as panting with exhaustion. Slowly and painstakingly, the figure managed to get their upper body out from under the twisted rubble. With a slight groan, the figure fell down, panting in exhaustion. He was overexerting himself, he knew, but he had to get of here, had to go get revenge . . . His eyes burned with an angry fire at the thought, and he lifted himself up again, inching slowly toward the gate. Why hadn't he been smart enough to get out of the building instead of running around inside of it? With an angry and pained hiss, he dragged himself slowly upright, leaning on a twisted chunk of rock for support. His breathing quickened as he slowly inched along upright, dragging a weight behind him. Sweat dribbled down his brow, eyes set in fierce determination. They would pay for what they did, for taking his love away from him a second time. They would both pay dearly. He stopped abruptly when he saw a figure lying also in the demolished heap, barely breathing but alive. A small smirk found its way on his scarred face. Yes, they would pay dearly. He would show them the meaning of true fear! With that thought, he was unable to stop the mad grin spread widely across his features, as the short bark of laughter echoed through the once proud city, now forsaken.
~*Author's Notes*~ *winces* Sorry that I didn't update for so long! School is a big pain, and I have writer's block! *glares at a smug block* Ugh, evil. And still, after like five revisions, this still didn't come out right! *sighs* I don't think this is good at all! Even the Tifa and Vincent scene I don't like! *sighs* Oh, this isn't good at all. Well, anyway, read and review, or just tell me to stop the torture! I really think this is bad.