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The Flame of You…
Chapter 9
Yuffie felt a sense of dread as their days at the ranch came to an end. It was, some of the most memorable days she had spent out of necessity. The desolate feeling of continuing the journey made her shudder inwardly. The truth was; she did not want to finish this insane quest; secretly knowing, the outcome would not turn in her favor.
No, she would much rather enjoy the sunny days at the quaint little farm. Life seemed so simple here; it made her envy the easy lives of the ranchers. If only, she could revel in what they found to be so blissful. For so long, she had sought for such absolution, desiring to know she finally had something to live for. The lonely life of a ninja was not something to admire. No, Yuffie wanted a change.
Vincent had shown her a loophole, a chance to escape her fated existence. With this knowledge, she held on tightly to this single chance of freedom. Yes, her beloved bodyguard had given her a new prospective upon life. Gone, was the mundane everyday life she knew. A new purgative had set mind to achieve her dream.
She gingerly brushed her short tangled hair, as she slipped on a blue backless shirt. It was common sense that Kalm would be warm at this time of year. She smirked at the thought of seeing Cloud's dumbfounded face when he saw her nude back. Actually, she had worn it to please someone else. Wait. How did she know if her guardian approved of such clothing? Was he not an alleged gentleman? However, the look in his eyes made her think twice about the garment. Vincent was changing.
With a smile, she removed her khaki shorts and replaced them with a pair of glittery denim jeans. A slit ran up each cuff with brown laces that tied them. Her tan leather sandals accented her appearance to that of a classy teenager; it was indeed one of her more ladylike outfits.
She glanced over her reflection in the mirror as she left the tiny bedroom. Her faint smile widened when she seen Vincent waiting by the door. If looks could kill, Vincent had certainly murdered her with his attire. From the dark cream-coloured khakis, to his tight black shirt, Vincent was to die for. A small grin formed upon his pale lips as he noticed her shocked stare.
He gracefully took the bag from her and carried her in the other. Yuffie automatically embraced his strapping neck and walked to the bike. She cast her glance to the side, a tinge of redness crossing her cheeks. Vincent noticed her shyness and quietly started the bike.
Its smooth engines roared as he placed it into first gear. They had left a small payment to Billy for the kindness he and his family had offered. Without their help, Vincent would not have been able to fix the necessary repairs on his bike and arm. They were indeed, kind people.
Vincent smiled as he felt Yuffie embrace his firm waist. He had become accustomed to her tiny hold when driving across the plains. He had never felt so alive. It was the first time in years that he had actually enjoyed going out in public.
It was Yuffie that truly dragged him along with her. He had first deduced it was out of obligation, but now, it was something more. She was the one who had broken through his icy fortress and brought life back into his barren world. For these crimes, he could never allow her to leave him. No, she was his light in the darkness that he had created. Yuffie was his salvation.
He felt her nuzzle his back with a cheek as he passed by the cliff that separated the Chocobo Ranch and Kalm. He somewhat dreaded the inevitable confrontation with Cloud, once Yuffie suggested they visit them. He would of course, do, as she desired. How could he say no? Hopefully, his annual absence had extinguished the flames between them. It would be childish if his compatriots had brought up his sins of the past.
No, he was a new person now. The tainted cloak he had bore for so long had finally withered away, revealing his true self. Yes, he could finally show everyone he was more than a monster. With Yuffie, he could do anything. He gently stroked her hand with his claw as he kept his eyes on the road. A brief sense of release filled his confused mind, finally giving him the absolution he needed. If only, it would last…
A slight grin crossed his lips when he noticed the sun approaching midday. He knew his partner would soon be famished, since she had not eaten the day before. It was her apparent stubbornness that made her stay with him instead of eating. He could at least make it up to her by stopping for a few minutes. Besides, he did not wish to reach Kalm any time soon.
Stopping his bike by a small grove of willow trees, he gently laid his leather trench coat on the ground. With an extended hand, he pulled Yuffie from the bike and sat beside of her. He noticed her questioning gaze as he drew something from the leather pouch. Her smile widened to see a container of strawberries and a can of whipped-cream.
Vincent pulled out a slim green bottle, apparently champagne, and poured the bubbling contents in a solitary glass. "Sorry," he murmured apologetically. "The other shattered in my bag."
Yuffie smiled and watched him peal a strawberry leaf off and replace it with a wisp of whipped-cream. Her mouth opened, as he placed the sweet dessert into it. She chewed the sensuous fruit as Vincent handed her the glass. "It is twice as sweet if you taste the champagne with it."
She tried his suggestion and found he was not lying. God, Vincent had the ideal dinner for two. She briefly wondered if he tried this with Lucrecia. She cast the thought aside. That ungrateful woman would not ruin this magical moment between them.
Finishing the strawberry, it was her turn to return the courtesy. Vincent watched her curiously, when she copied his action and nodded for him to allow her to feed him. His pallid lips opened as her cool fingers slid the small sweet into his mouth. He watched her pour a small round of champagne into the glass and offered it to him. Did she actually mean they share a glass, together? Did she not realize that is was the closest thing to kissing?
The ex-Turk took the glass from her smooth hand and eyed its contents. The sparkling white liquid tickled his nose as he placed his leathery lips to where she had previously. He could taste the lip-gloss she wore, and eagerly drank the tantalizing champagne. A light smile traced its way to the corner of his lips and placed the glass down.
A warm smile reached her face as she whipped her short hair to the side; a single lock fell upon her features. Vincent automatically pulled the strand away, his hand resting upon her cheek. "Yuffie," he uttered hoarsely. "I'm sorry, I have nothing else to feed you…"
"Oh, Vincent, this lunch was perfect." She whispered and she nestled against his chest. "I have always heard the term, 'Strawberries and Champagne,' but never imagined the two would go so well together. I'm very glad you thought of it, truly, I enjoyed it."
Vincent placed his chin upon her bare shoulder. "I'm glad you liked it, my dear." He pulled back a strand of russet-hair behind her ear. "I never thought someone would enjoy my idea of lunch. I haven't done this in quite some time…"
Yuffie looked at his offside gaze. He seemed as if he remembered something from years past. It would of course, be about his tragic relationship with the dead scientist. Yuffie seethed with anger and noticed the sad look cross his face. Nuzzling his chest, she softly spoke, "Vincent, don't try to live in the past. Live for today, and find something that truly makes you happy."
The gunman lightly breathed upon her shoulder, his ebony-coloured-hair tickling her neck. "I will try to remember your advice, angel. It seems, that living in the past has made me realize what a waste it has been. Yuffie, I will try to do as you suggest. My life does need to take a change for once."
"I'm happy you feel that way. Honestly, I thought you'd bite my head off!" She chuckled softly as she breathed in his intoxicating scent. "Your cologne is nice, Vincent, don't change it!"
He chortled at her comment. "You truly like it, my dear?" He felt her nod against his chest and continued. "Then I shan't change it."
"Aw, just for me, Vince? You're a sweetie, that's why I like being around you so much!"
Vincent cradled her. "Darling, the feeling is mutual."
Yuffie smiled as he nestled her cheek. This friendship thing was indeed taking a strange turn, and yet, she welcomed it. Vincent had been anything than what she expected. With him, he made her breathe without thought. He was her anchor of security. She had never felt anything like this with Reno.
Now that she thought of it, Reno did not seem to run the same chills down her spine, as he once had. No, it was as if she felt nothing for him in the first place. The alien emotion she had deduced now seemed dead and irrelevant. In her mind, it seemed so wrong to cast her alleged lover aside like some broken doll. Was it wise to go against her mind's will?
She had always been a child of principle. Following her conscience, had always kept her out of trouble, save for the time with Corneo. She trembled at the thought of that man.
Throwing her concern aside, she focused upon the comforting moment between her and her beloved protector. She subconsciously breathed in his male scent, as it ignited an invisible fire within her. The tiny rivulets of elation filled her, teased her, and intoxicated her pounding heart. The agape feeling of being closer seemed necessary, almost instinctual.
Vincent must have noticed her sudden need of closeness as his embrace tightened around her tiny form. She felt him breathe in the scent of her hair, as he nuzzled its silken strands. If only she could find such peace like this to content her troubled life. It seemed like a feeble beam of light filled her darkened world, thus giving her the chance to sustain hope once more. The brief release gave her passage to things she had only dreamt of. And yet, she feared it would be taken away at the slightest moment.
Yuffie gently laid her head against his lean chest and exhaled. She could feel the deep rhythmus beat of his heart. Its gentle cadent tone soothed her tense muscles as she listened to its amorous symphony. Vincent's pulse was indeed below the standards of what could be considered normal. To her, the soft tempo was music to her ears; she enjoyed every moment it beat. Vincent was far from ordinary.
And that was what she liked. Admitting it now, she finally realized the qualities she sought for in the 'Perfect Man' was actually in existence. Vincent had those expectations. Every thought, every action, every touch, had made him the unicorn of cavalier men from romance novels. Vincent was the perfect example of a knight in shining armour, excluding the gaudy chain mail and broadsword. Yes, her dark knight had a gleaming claw, piercing red-eyes, and a sensuous smile.
If only, it could be. She tossed the thought of them together, married, having children… The pleasant thought brought a sad smile to her face as it dissipated into her mind, like a mist on a cool pond. The mere chance seemed slim, too slim. No, she and Vincent could never be, it was never written in the stars.
Besides, did she not have someone actually waiting for her on the other side? It was rather cruel to turn her back upon the man she had loved for since first glance. The sheer thought of Reno brought a stab of guilt to her heart. Why did everything have to become so confusing?
As if noticing her discomfort, Vincent simply nuzzled her cheek with his. The simple gesture brought a melancholy smile to her rosy lips, as she looked into his eyes. The sight of his crimson orbs made her drown within their bloody depths. A sense of euphoria filled her, making her morose thoughts dissolve into a puddle of unseen residue. Oh yes, with one comforting glance, Vincent made her forget her conflicting emotions. He was her stability.
"What's wrong," he asked softly.
Yuffie shook her head, as if dusting the worry from her. He could not know the truth. How could he understand? "It's nothing, just thinking, you know?"
Vincent stared at her, eyes incredulous. "No, I don't."
She glared at him and pinched the bridge of her nose. "No, I suppose my elaborate shorthand at explaining cannot deter prominent vocabulary, can it?"
"You're evading the question, Yuffie. If something is wrong-I mean if I have done anything-" He pleaded, as he placed his claw on her left knee.
Yuffie glanced at his sudden movement and slightly smiled. "It's nothing, Vincent. You have done nothing wrong. Actually, you have done everything, but wrong. I just think a lot about things that have upset me in the past, and I usually zone-out and dwell upon them. It's nothing to worry about." She said convincingly and placed a bare hand over his claw.
His eyes darted to her hand touching the useless appendage. A sense of comfort, yet disbelief filled him. Something was wrong, well internally anyway. He knew she wasn't lying when she tried to convince him he had done nothing. The conflict had to be Reno. The ingrate, if not troubling her physically, tormented her within. A sense of anger consumed him as he thought of horrible endings for the fiery Turk. Oh yes, if he hurt her, Reno would certainly pay, by the forfeiting of his inadequate life.
Clouding his contempt, Vincent pushed a lock of hair from her face and smiled. "If there's anything…" he began. "…You wish to talk about, I am here, and I will listen."
She smiled sincerely at his honesty and placed a hand to his ashen face. It surprised her that he did not flinch from her touch. Nodding, she conceded, "I promise, if something is bothering me, I'll tell you. Ninja's honour."
"And how good is that?" He countered teasingly.
Yuffie playfully pushed his chest, albeit a little too hard, and fell on top of him. Vincent caught her wrists with his claw and stared at her with a sense of awe. Yuffie's breath came to a still, as their faces were barely a centimeter apart. She could feel his warm breath tickling her face and felt his slow heartbeat under hers.
His ebon brows softened, as he felt her short hair tease a cheek. The scent of her was enthralling, and her sweet breath almost beckoned him to kiss her supple lips. Oh yes, this was what he had wanted since discovering his feelings for her were more than that of a friendship. It was a fantasy like this he had seen in his daydreams when driving them cross-country. Of all things, he never expected to find himself in a position like this. The actuality had given him a hope that could never remain.
He noticed his reflection within her placid eyes. Yes, she knew of his feelings, she had to. No one could miss the silent demeanor of his want for her, his expression gave it away. And yet, Yuffie did not flinch from his gaze. No, she enflamed it, enhanced it.
Vincent absently curled a russet lock between his human fingers as he felt her stare. Yes, both noticed the position they were in, the pose many had had in the past. He was barely a breadth's inch from her lips, and suddenly pulled back. No, this was not the right time. He had to wait. The chance of being too rash would crush what little chance they had of laying a foundation for a relationship. Yes, the timing had to be perfect.
Smiling, he placed the fallen lock behind her ear and blew in her face. He enjoyed the mock-scowl she created and yanked his ebony-hair. Snorting, he grabbed her by the waist and flung her to the ground. Lying his-self on her stomach, though lightly, he began to tickle her sides.
Yuffie held her breath until a sudden roar of laughter burst from her silent mouth. "St-stop it! Stop it, Vincent!" She giggled in between words. "I sw-swear you'll regret doing this!"
Vincent chuckled as he continued. "And what would you do, my dear? Pull my hair?"
"Hey, that's not such a bad idea, Mr. Tease!" She smiled impishly, and gently curled a long strand of ebony around her finger.
"You wouldn't!"
A russet-brow rose in question. "Wouldn't I?"
He lowered himself to her. "I wouldn't put it past you!"
"That's my boy!"
Vincent smiled at her comment and gently released his hold on her tiny wrists. He felt her gently unwind his hair, as he pulled her up. "Come, we must be off."
"Yeah, I guess Cloud and Tifa would be a little upset if we got there in the dead of night! Anyhoo, I want to look around the shops!"
He cast her a questioning glance. "And what would intrigue your interest?"
"None of your business! Besides, I doubt you would enjoy looking around with me in naughty women's lingerie!"
"Somehow…I did not need to know that." He opposed with a trace of enjoyment.
"No, I suppose you wouldn't." Yuffie whispered, as he placed her on the bike.
Locking her arms around him, she gently laid her head upon a leather shoulder and fell into a state of tranquility.
****
Vincent groaned inwardly, seeing Kalm in the distance. The minute little town's population had increased over the past year. Many Midgarians had set up a temporary residence, while others, moved to more attractive places. Vincent had always felt a sense of security within the remote village. Although, he had rather preferred not to stay there longer than necessary. People were not kind to monsters.
The slight sense of dread filled him as he glared at the tiny city in the distant horizon. He felt Yuffie furl her delicate hands around his firm waist and felt her giggle. He had deduced it being a feeling of mere anticipation upon seeing her friends. It would be reasonable that one would enjoy company they had not seen in some time. Vincent wouldn't know.
The radiant sunbeams glimmered upon his face like fiery dancers from a burning flame. The sun's dying rays gave a final attempt to shed its resplendent light upon life, before being consumed by the monstrous ebony clouds. The gunman confided in the dark whips of cirrus as if it were a shield. Tonight would certainly be a dismaying reunion, at least for him.
Squinting his eyes, he rammed the engines and hurried their pace. It was better to get this meeting over with, than linger another moment.
Vincent felt Yuffie hop off of the bike the moment he parked. Smiling, Yuffie turned to him on the curb. "Come on, Vincent! I cannot wait another minute to see them!"
He inwardly grimaced at the thought of meeting Avalanche's infamous couple. The scandal between the two had even reached his ears in the inactive Nibelheim. Certainly, the young couple could keep their intimate acts in private. Reading about it seemed to disturb him.
With a sigh, he gently placed her in his arms and ascended the stone stairway of the Strife's new residence. He felt Yuffie cuddle against him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. The comfort in knowing at least one could bear his monstrous being, relieved him. The gunman inwardly prayed Strife would have nothing to say about their encounter. No, if the blonde dared tell her, Vincent would certainly bust a cap in his ass.
He felt Yuffie wriggle slightly in his embrace, motioning for him to put her down. That was very wise of her to subtly suggest. What would their great leader think if he seen Vincent carrying Yuffie in his arms like some dashing rogue. Certainly, Cloud would have few things to say. As would, Tifa.
Before he could compose himself, he heard the ninja rap upon the black door, albeit a little too loud. "Hey dummy, open the frigging door, before I get the chance to bust it down!"
Vincent's cheeks slightly reddened as he heard a few windows and doors open from Yuffie's threatening rants. Was it not better to go in quietly and not be noticed? "Yuffie," he whispered pleadingly. "We're waking the neighbors…"
She glared at him with a blank stare. "You think? Hmm, maybe I should scream a little louder. It appears Cloudy and Tiffs are doing something!"
"No! Shh, we'll wait. Besides, if they're busy, we'll just purchase a hotel room and-"
"And hop into the Jacuzzi?" Yuffie blurted as the door opened.
Her smirk faded to that of embarrassment as Cloud gawked at her in a very floral night-robe. "Yuffie?" He asked rather dazed.
"Nice choice of clothing there, Cloudy-boy! Did you get that specially made?" She giggled before noticing the apparent scar upon his pale face. The gruesome indention began from the corner of his right eye, to the crack of his lip.
"Wha?" The blonde rubbed his glowing-eyes. "Yuffie, it's like eleven or somethin', you know? And this is, Tifa's, I think…I dunno. Why are you here?"
Yuffie raised a coffee-coloured-brow in question. Before she could answer, another dazed, yet feminine voice interrupted. "Cloud, if it's another salesman, tell them to go to hell! We were busy!"
The ninja's eyes widened to see Tifa in what appeared to be Cloud's robe. Perhaps, she and Vincent should not have interrupted. Smirking, she shouted, "Tifa, I'm sorry if Vincent and I have imposed upon you and Cloud's time, but-"
"Yuffie?" Tifa's frown melted to a girlish-like smile as she pulled her in a deep embrace. "Oh Heavens, it's been almost a year! Good God, why have you not called us, or visited?"
"I've been busy," she muttered, while trying to breathe under her friend's bear hug. "Besides, I have not been in the mood to talk, you know?"
Tifa's smiled faded as she released her. "What's wrong?"
Yuffie read her sympathetic expression and shook her head. "I'm looking for Reno."
"Reno?" Both glared at her incredulously.
"Yeah, and Vincent is here to help, you know?"
Cloud's dazed glare automatically dissolved to one of malice as he glared at the gunman. "I did not realize you were here!" He glowered disdainfully, the scar cringing from his glare.
Yuffie looked them, as if they were in a silent battle. The rough grasp of his arm and claw on her shoulders almost made her shudder. Something was wrong.
"Vincent?" She glanced him, confusion staining her eyes.
He pulled her into a protective embrace as he glared at the couple. Cloud watched him warily, noticing Vincent's silent claim on Yuffie. Could this man be even more troubling? The swordsman held his position, silently intimidating his opponent. The ex-Turk was treading on very dangerous ground.
Drawing back, he growled, "What are you doing with her?"
Silence.
"May God damn you, Vincent, I asked you a fucking question! I expect it to be answered!"
Not flinching, Vincent slightly released his hold upon Yuffie. Scowling, he muttered, "I am here to help her, since no one else would."
Cloud recoiled from the silent reproach. Oh God, the man nerve! "How dare you! Tifa and I were not aware of this! Had we known, we certainly would have helped!"
"Stop it now!" Yuffie shouted between the feuding men. "I don't know what happened between you two, but you will not fight over this! Whatever happened, it's in the past! Forget it, and move on, God! You act like children, and you call me a brat? Ha! Cloud," she addressed him with a frown. "I did not ask you and Tifa, because I knew you would be busy and would most likely say to forget him! Vincent was the only person kind enough to help me, since I twisted my ankle! And you dare slander him for his kindness?"
"Kindness?" The ex-Soldier glared. "Yuffie, please-"
"No! I am so fucking sick of you always fighting with everyone! Christ, if it's over some petty thing, so help me God, Cloud!"
"It's nothing, Yuffie." Tifa placed a hand upon her husband's tense shoulder. Slightly smiling, she giggled, "Cloud sort of lost to Vincent last year. Silly men gambling over a pathetic Chocobo race! Isn't that right, dear?"
Cloud felt the light pressure upon his shoulder. Nodding, he mumbled, "Yes, it appears so. I'm bad at losing and Vincent won fair in square."
Yuffie eyed him curiously. Something still didn't seem right. However, what was it her business if Cloud and Vincent had an argument over God knew what. Personally, she believed it was over some petty thing like racing. Wait. Vincent didn't gamble, did he?
Smiling, she chuckled, "I should have guessed it would be something childish like racing. And to think, you men have so many looking up to your wonderful example! Ha! I've seen Mogs do better!"
Tifa began laughing at Yuffie's offside comment. Taking her arm, the ex-fighter escorted her away from the door. "You know, you two can come in. I fear you have already let half of Kalm's insect population inside!"
"My apologies, Tifa." Vincent muttered and closed the door behind him.
Yuffie noticed something odd in the way her friend walked. It seemed she had a limp every time she walked on her left leg, as if she had somehow twisted it out of place. Her slight wince proved her theory correct as Tifa kindly ushered her into the kitchen.
Rubbing her oily face, Yuffie automatically plopped herself in a dining chair. Her best friend sat parallel from her and smiled. "So, now that we have gotten away from the men, tell me, what actually caused your little crusade?"
Yuffie eyed the ex-bar-hostess with slight concern. She seemed to have aged from the weary expression she bore. Gone, were the silky strands of hair and carefully applied make-up, leaving a noticeably tired woman. Yuffie's heart went out to her friend, as if somehow knowing that disturbing her sleep was not the case.
Biting her lip, she sighed, "Reno left again and I, being the dummy, set out to bring him back. I know you're going to say, 'Yuffie you know better than to love that loser!' Oh yes, that's partially the reason I had not called for help. Besides, I believed finding him on my own would be simple."
Tifa placed a hand over Yuffie's and gave an empathetic smile. "I understand you…care for him deeply. Perhaps, he will come around. You never know…"
Yuffie's eyes widened with apparent shock. Tifa never took up for Reno. Not even when he began to date her. No, what had made her stubborn friend change her mind so suddenly? Tifa had truly gone mad.
Pulling her hand from Tifa's, Yuffie stood from the wooden chair and set her gaze to a darkened window. Her marine-coloured-eyes glared at the darkness from outside, as if welcoming into her heart. "I doubt so, Tifa." She muttered in monotone. "Reno was never one to change, and you very well know that."
"People change, Yuffie. Even worms like Reno have a chance to change. It's human-" Tifa stopped as Yuffie cast an opaque glare.
"Human nature, correct? Somehow, I doubt this heinous pursuit will lead Reno to his innate human nature, Tifa." A wry smile crossed her lips. "Oh yes, people can change, I have seen it. Some good, some bad, and yet, I realize it is never noticed by people. How unlucky for people not to catch such a wondrous transformation. I am so glad I had taken this insane quest down the rabbit hole. Oh yes, and you know, what? Vincent was my guide, how odd, no?"
Tifa bit a nail as her concerned glance faded to a considerate smile. "I'm glad someone has helped you along the way. I'm quite surprised Vincent offered, since, he is not known to go out in public…"
"I couldn't get him stay to home! After my stupid fall, he's been by my side since. I suppose he thinks it's his fault for not fixing the stairs."
"What made you visit him anyway?"
Yuffie caught the subtle question within the light inquiry. Hesitating, she whispered, "It was merely a visit, Tifa. I stayed the night, since, it was getting late and Vincent was kind enough to put up with me. You should see the changes to his place! He's magnificent with decourating!"
Her young friend was digressing the question. Why did Yuffie defend him so? It was as if the girl protested any harsh comment about her so-called guardian. Good God, had he alluded her into believing he was some kind of angel? Shaking her silent accusations aside, she finally spoke. "Yuffie, has Vincent, I mean you know, been, well, been good to you?"
"What do you mean, Tifa?" Her eyes squinted slightly. "Do you believe he would dare do something like, I don't know, rape me? God!"
"I did not mean that, Yuffie!"
Yuffie snorted with apparent disdain. "What is so wrong with him? Everyone acts as if he has committed some kind of god-awful crime!"
Getting up, Tifa hobbled to Yuffie and placed a comforting hand upon her squared shoulders. "Yuffie," she said adamantly, "I did not mean Vincent would take advantage of you. What I meant was, has he been kind to you? I understand it's quite hard to get along with Vincent, since he's not very talkative."
"No, it's understandable that you would think that. Actually, Tifa, I quite enjoy his company. You know, he hasn't once yelled at me? Oh yes, Vincent is certainly more than he appears. It just upsets me that," she unclenched a fist, "People stare and say snide remarks behind his back. He cannot help the way he looks, and you know that! Vincent is not some scary vampire from a novel, he's more than that…"
Tifa noted the sincere look Yuffie gave when she spoke of him. God, if given measure, it seemed, she honestly cared for the gunman. She slightly wondered if the feelings were mutual. Apparently, something was there. The foreboding glare he had given them earlier proved he had at least an overprotective sense for Yuffie. Good God, did he actually care for her?
A sense of worry filled her if they would luck-out and find that wretch. Heaven forbid, a confrontation to occur. The winner of such a brawl would indefinitely be Vincent.
Pushing her thoughts aside, she gently patted Yuffie's shoulder. "Yuffie, I just want you to be careful on this journey. It's rather terrible to walk on a sprained ankle…"
Yuffie noticed the slight pain trace her friend's garnet-eyes as she spoke of her injury. What had caused Tifa to hobble the way she had? Did she have an accident or was it something else? Frowning, she asked, "Tifa, I noticed that you have a limp when you walk. Did you happen to fall or something?"
Her pallid face whitened slightly, as if being accused for an unpardonable crime. Shirking from Yuffie's gaze, Tifa quietly muttered, "I…I had an accident with the stairs some time ago. I know, it was rather silly of me not to pay attention and not see where I was going, you know? So, the emergency room, and a leg cast later, I had to get around on crutches. The doctor said I was improving on my last visit. I should hopefully be able to walk perfectly within a few months."
Something was not quite right from her statement. Yuffie could some how tell Tifa was evading from at least part of the truth. Why would she? Anxiety slightly overcame her, as she noticed Tifa's troubled face. "Tifa, are you all right? I mean I'm sorry if I have troubled you."
"No, you haven't troubled me, Yuffie. It's just that I remember the pain I had when it happened, it was if someone was driving a sharp nail through my skin and pierced the bone."
"Ouch! God, Tifa that had to have hurt! Cloud has helped you, right?"
The brunette nodded slightly. "Yes, Cloud hardly lets me do anything now. I really wished he would not over-exert himself the way he has. He can be so stubborn at times!"
A slight memory of Vincent calling the blonde an ass passed through her mind. Chuckling, she agreed, "Yes, he can be! God, I thought he was going to rip Vincent apart tonight! I never thought that they would be on such ill terms over a stupid race!"
"Indeed! I'm surprised Cloud hasn't dropped it! Besides, it was so long ago…"
"Don't think me rude, Tif, but how did he get that scar on his face?"
"Oh," she murmured thoughtfully. "Cloud, got that scar last year… He…he was careless with his sword." She supplied adequately.
The Shinobi caught onto Tifa's hesitation. Strange. Why would she falter with explaining something as simple as a scar? Whatever the reason, Yuffie would intrude upon her friend's privacy. Besides, what was her business how Cloud got such a noticeable mark?
Shaking the thought off, Yuffie smirked. "You would figure he would know how to hold his sword…oh Gawd…I just took that bad!" She continued as she heard Tifa snicker. "Yeah, tell me, is his sword…good?"
"Oh-heavens, Yuffie! That's…that's not your business, you know? What if…oh God…Cloud walked in?"
"Hmm, well I could ask if his sword pleases you…"
"Oh, all right! I give! I give! Just don't tell him!" Her bare hand gently shook in the air.
Yuffie smirked. "You have my word! Spill all! I'm in the mood of hearing some interesting…things!"
An ebon brow rose in question. "I take it, this is for future reference, right?" Tifa smiled as she noticed Yuffie's silent grin. So, the girl had finally started to ask personal questions. And to think, Yuffie hated to hear of her sex life. "Well, his ahem, sword pleases me quite well."
"So, like is it fun? I mean I've never done it before and like Dad was never one to, you know…explain."
Tifa watched the Shinobi's awkward blush. Apparently, she had not read too many romance novels when bored. Oh well, if her young friend wished to know everything, why not enlighten her? God forbid, she tried foreplay on Reno. Tifa cringed at the thought.
"Well," she began as an older sister would. "It goes like this…"
Yuffie listened avidly as her best friend spilled all there was to know about the wonderful joys of the oldest instinct that humanity lustfully craved. And she, would intake every detail…
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Vincent stared mundanely at the simple wooden floors and felt the ex-Soldier's gleaming glare on upon him. He subtly flicked a dark lock out his pallid face as he heard the blonde's shoe tap against the oak floor. The slight humdrum of the beat unnerved him like a brooding interrogation. Good God, could the idiot not get this argument over with? Tifa could not stall Yuffie for long in the kitchen. It would be best to end this confrontation in private.
Eyeing him for the first time within the hour, Vincent finally murmured, "Cloud, I'm waiting for your sermon."
Disdain spilled within his Mako-enhanced eyes as he cast a snarl at the gunman. "I thought you would stay in Nibelheim, Vincent. Remember your promise?"
"That was a year ago, Cloud. I said I would stay away for a time, not forever."
Cloud glared at him incredulously. "Right, it seems my mind has not returned fully. I deduce that you are taking care of her?"
"With my life."
"Indeed. Tell me, how did she ever run upon you? She certainly did not fall by accident, did she?"
Vincent's eyes changed from the brilliant ruby he usually had, to a more sinister shade of crimson. "Don't you dare, Strife, insinuate that I would intentionally harm her," his tone ominous. "You have no idea the risk you're taking right now…"
The ex-Soldier traced the side of his face where the scar lay. "I'm sure I do, Valentine. Don't worry I won't say one thing about it to her. You're right; you haven't harmed her. Apparently, if she knew, Yuffie would run from you in a heartbeat."
Tensing his shoulders, Vincent stood up. "You're just the same, Cloud. You could never see past the façade you had created from Jenova's influence. You could never see the pain Sephiroth went through for years. And you cannot see that I would rather die, than to see her harmed." He felt the demons inside surge over his evident anger. "Can you not see that I feel like other beings? I may be a monster, but I know what it is to feel. At least, I can finally put the past behind me…"
"And what has given you this marvelous revelation, Vincent? Is it not apparent that I have tried to put this behind me? How could you possibly understand the lives that have fallen from my hands? I watched Aerith die at the altar because I was too hesitant to save her. I could not save my mother…my town…and I almost lost Tifa." A tear threatened to spill from an eye. "I still haven't forgotten that night, Vincent."
"As have I. The memory will always linger within my mind, Cloud. Regret will fill me even now. I will still feel remorse for everything. I have tired to find redemption…"
"And have you?"
Vincent nodded, although hesitantly. "Yes." He glanced to the blonde and with an expression of regret, he conceded, "I would hope to find an amity between us. That is, if are willing to…"
Cloud considered the ex-Turk's words thoughtfully. A look of relief overcame him as he extended his hand. Vincent gingerly took his friend's gesture and shook. A slight smile reached Cloud's lips, as he said, "I was so childish to have carried this over your head, Vincent. I know. And I am sorry as well. Tifa has been nagging at me for months about this. She was the one to settle this and I wished it could have been done sooner. I merely wished to see if you had changed."
"How is she?"
"She's fine, the doctor said her progression is great and everything should be normal within a few months…"
"I am glad to hear that. Cloud, I'm terribly sorry-"
"No, it's over and I finally realize that. You're right, Vincent, I cannot dwell in the past." He shook his blonde mane adamantly. "And I won't. I just want you to take care of Yuffie on this journey. Personally, I don't understand what she sees in that prick. I have never liked him, as you very well know."
Vincent silently nodded. Cloud did not need to know everything that had transpired over this excursion. Christ, if he knew, Vincent would certainly hear no end of it. He knew Cloud considered Yuffie as a surrogate little sister. God forbid he realized Vincent planned to do anything but hand her over to Reno.
Sighing, Vincent cast his eyes to the kitchen door. "I see you have fixed it."
"What? Oh yeah, everything has been replaced now. It seems, that we have picked up the broken shards and exchanged them for something more. Vincent," he eyed him, with what could be considered a sincere expression. "I will not fight over this anymore, and it's best you should as well. I remember the hell of it that night, but now, it seems like a forgotten memory."
"Thank-you, Cloud," He whispered earnestly, "I will try to put it behind me. I am thankful that you and Tifa can hold such forgiveness within your hearts…"
"Vincent, don't do this. I understand you have held guilt over everything that had happened, but I believe it's time to find something that makes you happy and never let it go. I mean I would be lost if Tifa had not drug me out of my self-depression. And let me say this, that road is very lonely, as your already know."
"I know. The truth is, I have known that road for far too long, Cloud. It's time for a change, and I believe this time, I have a chance to take it."
"You have something to live for?" A blonde brow rose in question.
"…Yes. I have someone to live for."
Cloud noticed Vincent's silent close upon the subject. Apparently, his acquiescent friend did not wish discuss whom he was talking about. A wry smirk came to his flawed face. Oh yes, he knew exactly who this person was. Christ forbid, that ingrate coming between Vincent and this certain someone. The results of such a confrontation would indeed be dire. It was undeniably, an odd pairing, but he had seen worse. Some lunatics had considered the Flower Girl and One-Winged Angel a match made in Heaven; except for the fact one murdered the other…
Shaking his wayward hair, Cloud slightly smiled. "I'm glad to hear that, Vincent. Truly, you deserve something after…"
"Yes, thank-you, Cloud. I appreciate we have set this behind us and can finally move on from this nightmare. I have had so many… It's quite strange to finally awaken from them."
"Yeah, I think I understand your point. Vincent, one thing; take care of Yuffie. I really wished you would accidentally not find that idiot. Should he cause a stir, please, get her away from him! I do not want him to ever harm her."
"I know you consider her the little sister you never had, and I shall watch over her." He replied, almost dominantly. "Edwards will be sorry if he dares inflict more pain upon my- I mean, Yuffie."
Cloud allowed letting the little error slide. It was not his place to order Vincent around. Besides, it seemed his 'little sister's' feelings were mutual. He wondered if they had…no. Of course not! That thought was a little hard to digest. Actually, the thought of them…well, each to his own. Vincent would protect her. At least, he could comfort in that.
"Of course. If I could, I would make that asshole know what if feels like to have the Ultima shoved so far up his-"
"Cloud Strife!" Tifa scolded behind him. "You may curse behind closed doors, but not when company is around. Goodness, I leave you alone for ten-minutes, and here your start acting like an uncouth sailor!" She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Of course, having an Ultima drove up someone's, ahem, rectum seems quite funny!"
The ex-Soldier cast an evil smirk to her. "That's what I intended, baby-doll. Anyway, I was just about to ask them to stay the night, since it is late." He eyed Vincent questionably. "Well, Vincent? Would you like to stay over? It's on the house!"
"I…I…Yuffie," he turned to her. "Would you like to stay the night, instead of a hotel?"
"It's whatever you wanna do, Vincent." She placed a hand on his arm. "I'm happy either way."
His crimson-eyes darted back to Cloud as a slight nod came from him. "We shall, that is, if it isn't any trouble to?"
"It's fine, Vincent." Tifa said cheerfully. "We have two extra rooms upstairs, so there's not a thing to worry about."
The gunman nodded gratefully as he followed Cloud to the top of the stairs. The dimly lit hall held nothing but a tiny blue stained-glass window at the end. Two closed rooms were parallel from one another; apparently, it was theirs for the night.
Cloud's Mako-enhanced eyes seemed to give little sight as to where he was leading them. Quietly, he nodded for Vincent to follow him in a room, as Tifa led Yuffie to the other. He opened the door, although hesitantly and sighed.
"I hope you do not mind taking this room again, Vincent. I haven't gotten all of the walls covered, but I thought Yuffie may have wanted the other, since…"
Vincent gazed at him. "Thank-you, Cloud. I would much rather prefer she take the other. I do not mind taking this room again. Besides, a few tattered walls and broken floorboards are the least to addle me."
The blonde nodded slightly and turned in the doorway. "If you need…anything. Don't hesitate to ask."
The ex-Turk said nothing, merely acknowledging the subtle inquiry. He watched the tired husband gently close the door to apparently inform Yuffie of the same offer. The poor man had no idea that he would finally rest with him under the same roof. Last year would never again be repeated.
Slight thunder could be heard within the distance. Oh joy, a storm. A small smile of desire came to his lips as he thought of the lovely young lady next door. Was she afraid of storms, his mind wondered? If she was, he could certainly remedy that. Oh yes, he would comfort her in every way his innate mind knew. Yuffie would never have to be afraid, if he were around. Her fears would melt away from his touch, as long as she accepted him.
A feeble groan escaped him as he felt the want of her. This inherent lusting was certainly getting the better of him. His logical thoughts and actions drained away from him like water in a squeezed sponge. Vincent wanted her. Not just the need of becoming one, but spiritually as well.
He had always believed that when two lovers felt some sort of clairvoyant link, then they were indeed fated for eternity. Oh, how he wished it were such a mach between he and Yuffie. He had never felt that special bond with Lucrecia, not even when enjoying her. It was a regret on his part for Yuffie. If only, he had waited for her. God, he was such a fool to waste his so-called purity upon a woman who only used him. Now that he thought of it, his alleged ladylove was never an angel to begin with.
She had used him for her own pleasure, when Hojo's impotent drive was never enough. And he believed she loved him. Vincent almost laughed at the mere thought of his mad vision of them together. Disdain filled him slightly as the thought of the radiant scientist ran through his mind. She now seemed like a faded memory of a self-righteous whore. How could he ever have had feelings for her? Christ, he was such an idiot.
He shook the distasteful thoughts out of his confused mind and focused upon his main concern once again. Yuffie. The very name made a yearning ache within his heart. He had never wanted anything so badly before. Not having her would utterly drive him mad. God, she had to see that without her, he would die. Vincent's world would come to pieces if she left him. Yuffie could not renounce him like this. No, she had to understand what she had done.
The long sought after finally epiphany reached his mind. He truly loved her. Every breath, every thought, every smile, filled him with genuine euphoria. Yuffie was his Heaven. Without her, he would descend into the fiery depths of Hell, eternally forgotten. He dared not conceive of the thought if she abandoned him. The very concept would shatter what was left of his sanity.
He gently pulled the hair out of his face as he eyed the dark room. Everything seemed to reflect what happened a year prior. Oh yes, the very scent of the room brought back the horrid disdain upon his friend's faces. They may have forgiven him, but he could never forget the incident fully. The memory clouded his jaded mind with impending guilt. Thank Jesứ she wasn't informed.
A shrill clash of thunder echoed throughout his mind as he heard a light padding of feet in the hall. The slight knock gave away who was out there. Aptly, he opened the door to see her. The very vision of Yuffie in a pair of white pajama pants and a very tight tube-top made a slight pain hit his stomach.
Hesitating, he allowed her into the darkened room. He watched her intently as she stared out the small window. Turning, she gave a sideway smirk and nodded. "It figures, you would enjoy the dark like this. Allow me to turn on the light."
"No!" He quickly shut the door behind and stared at her once more. She could not see this room with light. What would she say if she noticed the deep claw-marks imbedded within the floor and walls?
Yuffie noticed the fiery glow within his bloodstained-eyes and felt compelled to move near him. Composing herself, she finally urged, "Come on, Vincent, let me turn on a light, I can barely see you! You know the darkness bothers me!"
"Somehow, I doubt that, my dear." He uttered cryptically, and moved closer. "I very much doubt you're afraid of what lays within the shadows…"
"Vincent, stop acting stupid, and turn on a light! I cannot stand it when it storms and there's no electric! Gawd, I'm going to go crazy!"
Shaking his head, he gently placed a warm hand upon her shoulder and smiled. "I understand it must be awkward for you…to be around…storms. Once upon a time, I too, was timid of them."
"You?" Yuffie snorted incredulously. "Impossible! You're not afraid of anything!"
Vincent felt her jump from another boom, and subtly forced her to sit upon the bed. He placed his arm around her and sat beside her trembling form. "Yuffie," he whispered huskily. "I believe you should try to…rest…"
"Yes," she agreed, not fighting his embrace. "I will go back to my room. I just wanted to say goodnight to you, Vincent." A soft smile rested upon his pallid-lips as he felt her move closer. "Vincent, can I just sit here for a few minutes. I mean before going back?"
"Yes…"
"Thanks, Vincent. Did I ever tell you, how much I think the world of you?" She nuzzled his shoulder.
His heart swelled from the question. "How about reminding me again?"
A slight chuckle escaped her as she breathed in his illustrious scent. God, it was intoxicating! Conceding, she finally whispered, "You are so wonderful, Vincent! I love the way you have treated me on this mad little escapade, and I always want you to know that I will always be grateful for your kindness."
"Thank-you, dearest, I needed the reassurance." He murmured as he felt a soft snore upon his chest.
Smiling, he quietly placed her into the bed and closed the door. The longing of keeping her in his room seemed tempting, but this was not the place. No, there would be ample time for that. Hopefully.
Vincent drifted of into an elated sleep with Yuffie in his mind. God, she had to see what was happening between them. Oh yes, she would see that another longed for her just as much as she had sought for someone to fill that void within her life. Oh yes, she would see that Vincent was the one she had wanted, but never expected, just as he had her.
Author's note: Gah! I know! I know! Dragging the last segments out like that is a cardinal sin! o.0; I had to end this chapter somewhere! And dun worry, there's plenty more to come! I promise! Oh, and the little insight I mentioned about Sephiroth and Aerith, um, actually, I prefer that coupling! ^_^ So, dun think I'm dissing any AeriSeph fans! I'm a major one! Um, yeah! Thanks everyone for your reviews! They have truly encouraged me to continue this! I hope I captured Cloud and Tifa right. It was somewhat hard to figure out how to write their emotions fittingly. Oh, if anyone else wishes me to e-mail them when I post, please let me know. Anyhoo, please tell me what you think! ^_^