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The Flame of You…
Chapter 12
She reluctantly shifted from the railing and allowed strong beckoning arms to guide her back to the barge. The painful splendour of vomiting was indeed on her to-do-list today. Christ, would this torment of motion sickness ever stop? Yuffie jeered at the thought of another boat-ride back to the Eastern Continent.
The ninja slightly smiled as her guardian dabbed a cold rag across her sweaty face in a feeble attempt of comforting her. She slightly smiled at his gentle ministrations as he pulled her soaked locks away from her cheeks. Vincent Valentine physically touching her was certainly a feat in itself. Not even a year ago he would not dare cast his gaze to her. The apparent change in him was certainly something to adore. Especially when, he was showing this new side only to her.
Yuffie reveled in the fact that Vincent had drastically altered his chilling personality to one of sheer kindness. He had indefinitely made her unswerving beliefs instantly change with the concern he had shown over the past week. Was it because of her selfless gesture of saving him in the mountains, or because she had not cringed from his constant companionship?
His incessant touching and affectionate gestures made her feel almost needed. Yes, someone had actually shown a fleck of compassion to her, and she, basked in it with great appreciation. This man-no, angel had certainly rescued her from the dull prisons of her heart and made her believe in something more, something that she had only dreamt within her confused persona. Vincent opened a door for her, and she mindlessly walked through it.
Her head gently leaned against his firm chest as he cradled her within his arms. He soothingly nuzzled her cheek with his and quietly began to rock her against him. The slight smile of contentment traced her lips when she felt him breathe upon the nape of her neck. Yes, this was certainly the way her journey should be, however not expecting it to turn out in such a dramatic way.
Her light voice finally took flight as she turned to him with a look of gratitude. "Vincent, did I ever tell you, you're my hero?"
The gunman subtly pushed his wayward bangs out of his fiery-eyes and stared at her with what could be considered admiration. Edging near her, he mumbled, "I'm quite glad I'm not the villain to you, Yuffie. I'm sorry I could not get you something better to lie upon. I understand that my chest is not very comfortable."
She quietly shifted against his lap in quiet disagreement. "Vincent, I could be sitting on a throne and it not being as comfortable as you. I enjoy you sacrificing your comfort for a girl that may puke on you. It's me that should be sorry…"
His eyes glanced at hers as he placed his human hand to a cheek. "If I could, I would be the one with motion sickness, dear. It's not right for one such as you not to enjoy the sea…"
"I enjoy it, Vincent! Just, not on it!" She chortled before placing a hand over her mouth. "Ugh…"
"I promise this will be one of the last times you will have to ride a ship, my dear." He said with almost certainty within his dark voice. "If I have to converge the world together, I shall…"
Yuffie smiled at his meager attempt of going against nature. Yes, her guardian was certainly something she could never bring herself to part with. Not even, if she found Reno. Wait. Oh God, it was true…
It was not a dreaded thing to cast aside her last attempt of winning an unrequited love. Hell, it many expected that she would finally give up on the man she had dubbed as her one-true-love. The very image of Reno did not seem to bring those same shuddering chills. A fleeting moment passed as she realized Reno could never fill the gap as he once had. No, the man under her was the one she felt affection for.
She had grasped the fact of it last night. Christ, she actually considered Vincent more than a guardian; he was her missing half. The cold, dark, and very loveable part she had longed for within her dull life. Yes, the idea of her being the light, and he, the darkness, seemed to fuse and become something myths were made of. God, who ever said opposites did not attract?
Finding her voice, she quietly murmured, "After this is over, I doubt I'll ever be sailing, flying, or any other means of traveling again."
"Not even cross-country with me?" his somber expression replacing his light smile.
"That is something I could never give up!" she slightly chuckled. "I enjoy riding with you, Vincent! And besides, you don't drive like Cloud or Cid! I'm quite surprised they ever attained a license!"
"So, I do not upset you when I drive?" His crimson gaze gave her a questioning appeal.
"Vincent, I need to tell you something…" She murmured under her wretched breath. "Don't think I sound like some kind of airhead damsel, but I feel, well…" She abruptly held back with what she intended to say and reprised, "…I feel safe with you."
The gunman's rouge-like smile somewhat faltered, but kept shape. Brushing the sea-kissed locks from her eyes, he quietly pulled her close to him. The mechanical arm snaked around her stomach as the other rested within her sodden locks. Noticing her sincere visage, Vincent quietly whipped a tress across a gaunt cheek. "My dear," he uttered barely above a whisper, "do you feel safe with me right now?"
An automatic sigh and nestle of his shoulder gave him the answer he needed. "Yes," she rasped with true honesty. "Yes, I feel safe with you. I have always felt safe with you around me… Vincent, you are truly something to behold."
He let out a stifled moan. Yes, it was falling into place. Yuffie, slowly realizing his subtle offer of himself, would finally accept her feelings being mutual. Ah Isis, feeling her this close made his dead heart burn with desire, there was nothing in existence that could compare to this moment. No, nothing could dare be held equal to embracing an angel, and she, loving the touch.
A primordial growl reverberated within his throat when he felt her tighten the encirclement. The soft nestling in his chest made innate sensations tremour throughout his body. God. He could barely sustain his inherent lust of just taking her now. Did she not realize what she was doing? The sensual little vixen was, in some sense, trying to drive his inborne longing far from the safe restraints of his conscience. Was she actually trying to render him to do what he craved and devour her?
Control. He had to stop this right now. This perfect moment of innocence had to wait for the correct time to be plucked. He could not claim her virtue until she willed it. No, he would wait. Even if he had to delay an eternity, he would bide his time for her. The very ideal of her giving in to him made his soul swell in pure ecstasy. God, this prudent approach was ripping his damned being, and he ironically, enjoying it.
He noted the tiny breaths that flickered upon his chest, the very action arousing him. His soul screamed for her in the sense of finally becoming complete. Yes, oddly enough, this girl-no woman had successfully captured his dead heart and intertwined it with hers. Yuffie Kisaragi, the least likely female to ever be considered as a match for him, was now, his intended mate. Yes, she would be the only one he would bind himself to. No other being held such power and captivation over him. She, especially her eyes, mystified him.
Ah, the very tranquil pools that soothed his tattered persona. Indeed, the cool watery depths of her eyes would intrigue anyone, but to him, she had charmed a demon. The metaphysical level she had advanced to almost surprised him; she had viewed the dead basin of his soul and actually understood his silent plight. God, she was no more than amazing! Yuffie. His Yuffie. Yes, even if she did not realize it, she had a monster willing to end his very existence for her. The agape emotion he felt was no less than true untainted love. He would die for her.
He, a besmirched demon, now held this fragile seraph that must have accidentally fallen from the illusive heavens. How strange for Fate to work in such fucked-up ways. Christ, this coupling was indeed anomalous and he could care less.
This was his angel, his retribution for the torturous hell he had been through. Vincent Valentine, deadly assassin, marked man, and damned monster, was in love. The very concept seemed almost toxic. Oh yes, he would do a number of things for her. If need be, he would even kill for her, a trait he had long cast aside. The old Vincent was slowly returning…
Yuffie broke his dark contemplation when she nuzzled his shoulder. Closing her oceanic-eyes, she subconsciously breathed in the erotic scent. Wait. Erotic? Where in the holy hell did that come from? Good God, it was happening. Yuffie was indeed becoming a very naughty girl. The very idea of he and her…well, seemed thrilling actually. Yes, she could she him and her doing just that. Osiris, she was turning out to be a pervert.
What would he think if he knew she had just thought of them sleeping together? He would most likely run in fear. Yes, Vincent would not waste his time on a scrawny waif like her. He could have choice in women if he desired. The very thought of him laughing at her, made her heart shatter. Vincent could never accept or even love something like her; she didn't even have a woman's body. No, her damned genetics seemed to prevent the sensuous replica of her mother, thus leaving her the guise of an adolescent, a very unattractive adolescent.
Even Reno was quick to comment upon her. Yes, Reno. Was it so hard to forget all of the unimaginable hell he had put her through? He had stolen her heart and crushed it with simple words. His harsh comments had shattered any attempt of her finding love. Now that she remembered, the point of being accepted for who she was seemed almost futile. Vincent Valentine would never love her in that respect.
She turned her head away from him in apparent sadness. The abrupt caress across the nape of her neck made her turn to him. Her eyes widened when she noticed the hurt expression within his crimson-orbs. Did it pain him to see her sadness? The slight stroke of his hand against her bare skin almost made her shudder, Vincent felt guilty.
Was it because of her curt action? Was it not impossible that he could feel for her more than an acquaintance? God, the very thought frightened her. Actually frightened was not the correct term; surprise would be more fitting. The sheer possibility of her guardian loving her made small butterflies tease her stomach. Could he accept her, even endure her childish looks? Would he love her as a mate, an equal? The very idea of him loving her made her feel so…alive.
Yes, she finally admitted it; she truly loved him. Even after a week, Yuffie realized her feelings for the former Turk was indeed past friendship. Reno was certainly out of the picture. How in the world could she have imagined herself with that ass? It didn't matter, not anymore. Yuffie had found someone else. The hopeful chance of Vincent returning her sentiment, made her heart soar. God, she needed him.
She placed a hand to his distraught face and smiled. "You're not getting seasick on me are you?" she teased with her trademark smirk. "I thought that was my job to puke everywhere!"
Vincent automatically returned her gesture as his face reflected her grin. "No, I'm not seasick, my dear. I just…cannot wait to get off of the ship and enjoy the celebration."
She mindlessly fell back into his warm embrace as she felt him rest his chin against her bare shoulder. Perfect. This was indeed the way it should be, the way he intended it to be. No, he could allow her to leave him now. Yuffie was his. And so help him God, he would erase Reno from her mind. There was no way in the burning depths of Hell; Reno would ever take her back. No, she was too precious for him to let go. And if he had to, he would murder anyone who dared to steal her away. Vincent had realized that thought was all too true. Yuffie was too dear to him…
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"And you're sure that is the only way we can go unnoticed?" she quirked a russet-brow in question.
He eyed her with burning-eyes and silently nodded. Without thought, he furtively hefted her into his arms and carried her by the tiny pagodas without leaving so much as a shadow.
Vincent felt Yuffie become limber against stalwart hold. The sudden comfort of her touching him made his dead heart actually feel a tinge of excitement for the eve's celebration. It had been indeed a very long time since he had attended the Solarias Festival. He never expected to visit this region again, and certainly attend another celebration. The past memories of a younger version of himself watching the fireworks made his heart ache.
Lost innocence. Yes, it had almost seemed like an eternity, since he had actually enjoyed himself. Albeit, by himself. The superstitious belief of kissing a love during the birth of a star meant that simple action led to interminable love. No chains of steel, not even inevitable death could forbid this love, it was forever bound. Of course, he had never experienced such passion since his alleged love refused him. God, how cringed at the thought of ever wasting his life upon her. The kiss they had shared within the mansion was not even genuine. Such a fool he was for even believing she had truly loved him. Lucrecia got she wanted, his humanity.
When she died, all feeling and emotion fell from him as the last pulse quavered within her thin veins. She had never loved him. Not even after meeting her once more, did he notice any sentiment other than mere interrogation. The brilliant scientist was no more obsessed as her alleged lover. What a pair they made! Both parents intrigued with the evil intention of giving their child genes from an alien. What did he ever see in her?
The maddening thoughts of Lucrecia brimming his mind with bittersweet memories breeched him to the point of anger. The sentiment of fury was embedded within his sordid heart, bubbling inside the very depths of his dark soul. The very name of her made him fume in irritation until the light-nuzzle against his chest broke his brooding concentration. What did it matter now? Had he not bided his time; he would have never had this angel that so trustingly placed her faith within him.
Yuffie was far more beautiful to him, than Lucrecia could ever hope to be. A majority would most likely argue the concept of one being the more physically attractive, but to Vincent, she was far beyond beautiful, in soul and spirit. Realizing he would rather have this tiny pixie, than a revered goddess, he inwardly flaunted in triumph.
She would never have to concern herself with physical looks; he would not allow her to. With her lavish milk-toned skin and lively eyes, she was certainly more captivating than the most acclaimed beauty. The mythical Helen of Troy and desired Aphrodite could never compare to her. Yuffie was truly the perfect example of beauty he had ever encountered. The very thought of her touching him, made his skin crawl with want.
Vincent tightened his grip around her as he climbed the steep mountain. The warm breeze flailed his ebon bangs, the dying sun sinking within the ocean's horizon as if portraying him like a knight carrying his lady to a night true ecstasy. It would be quite nice to actually accomplish that thought. Soon. Yes, soon he would have the enjoyment of pleasing this angel.
Yuffie watched him place the illustrious sable trench coat upon the dusty ground. She reveled in him gently cradling her against his resolute chest as he took a seat. Her smile widened when he lovingly pulled a stray lock from her face. The pulsing of her heart sounded like a maddening symphonic suite. God, could her body be any more out of place? The very touch of him, made her wreathe in elation.
"Yuffie," he whispered with a lover's acute patience.
Her cobalt-blue-eyes glanced at him with curiousity, her embrace tightening around his waist. "Yes," she mumbled with clear contentment.
"I…I hope you enjoy the festival tonight. I understand you do not wish your village to notice you have returned to see them…"
"Daddy cannot see me here, Vincent!" she murmured with an almost pleading tone. "He would make me stay and not continue this journey. He was never actually crazy about me going in the first place… I know I want to come back…"
Vincent shifted underneath her lightweight, as if a great pain had fatally wounded his heart. Hesitating, he finally muttered, "Do you…want to stay, Yuffie?"
The young heiress locked onto his questioning-eyes that were brimming with solemnity. Oh God. Did he not want to be rid of her? Did Vincent Valentine truly wish this not to end either? The very possibility of him wanting to continue this mad quest made her heart soar. If it were so, then maybe, just maybe she could make him see she was certainly more than some punk kid that was branded as immature. If only, he would see her for more than a mere child…
Chiding, she answered, "No, I still haven't found what I was looking for-I cannot return until I have completed my quest, a ninja never turns away from a vow." Yuffie glanced up into his crimson-eyes and continued, "I know that may sound lame to a guy like you, Vincent. It is rather silly for the Wutainese to uphold such beliefs. I would understand you thinking my values as being…obtuse."
His eyes darkened to a bloodier shade, the slight embrace of his claw tightening around her shoulder. "I would never consider your ideas as being stupid, Yuffie. I actually…" he trailed off. Damn, almost caught.
No, he would not tell her, not yet anyway. The reprises of such revelations were revealed only when the timing was right. Such careless utterance would indefinitely result in disaster. No, he would not go as far as confessing his entire life to her, unless she bluntly asked, but that was another story. Confession was never a good trait with him. Good God, the very ideal of him admitting his entire life's story seemed rather petty. Horus forbid, he received pity.
"Yes?" she interrupted his deepening thoughts.
Vincent automatically brushed her gaunt cheek with his as he lightly breathed upon his collarbone. "I cannot wait for the fireworks to begin." He added the feeble excuse. It was very well apparent he covered up what he intended to say. Actually, he was doing that quite a lot lately. Especially, when almost telling her his plans… God, he needed to bar his mouth shut.
"I like the fireworks as well," she mindlessly added. "Since, I was a little girl, I would always watch them from a window or outside. It was rather common I watched them by myself since Dad would never join me…"
The former Turk noticed her frowning expression and mechanically pulled her closer. "May I ask why? That is, if you wish to speak of it?" His tone shifted from compelling appeasement to utter concern.
The russet locks fell into her ivory face as her head bent in solemn shame. Closing her troubled-eyes, she quietly murmured, "It was a long time ago, Vincent. I don't believe you would like to hear about it."
Vincent read his hesitating remark with growing curiousity. He had to know what had addled her to the point of turning her head in disgrace. Did someone do something to her when she was a child? Oh, gods have mercy if that were the reason. It would be unwise to cause such heartache to her. Another surge of anger bubbled within altered form. There would be hell to pay if something had traumatized her, he would certainly see to it.
"Yuffie, listen," he chided in a comforting voice. "I would like to know what happened. I promise whatever it is I will not turn indifferent or become bored with your story. Please, Yuffie, tell me."
She reluctantly turned her head to meet his pleading gaze, finding the truth within his wine-coloured-eyes. "All right," she conceded in weak whisper, "It began right after my mother died…"
Every detail and action reflected within her sapphire-eyes as if playing a silent film. The remnants of a lovely young lady with hair that cascaded like heavy ripples of ebon against her back and a prideful, handsome man overlooking her with a loving glance. Heavy streams of elation filled the thoughtful scene with a sense of contentment, something that had not been felt for so long…
The brief picturesque setting faded and was dully replaced by a darker image. Brief crying and the shaking of heads could be felt as a child's screaming was heard from within the droning background. The man from the first scene now looked older; his once proud face paler and less lively. His resolute arms mechanically held the crying newborn with the thoughtless attempt of dropping it to the wooden floor. 'A boy…' he muttered under his breath. 'Take him and go. I wish not to speak to anyone right now…'
The bleak crowd seemed to understand this man's plight and carefully took the child with open arms, never expecting a solemn plea as they left. What could they say when the flame of their bereaved lady's fire had gone out? Lady Kisaragi of the Wutainese throne was dead. The child they held, being the cause of their lady's early dismissal and the beginning of their lord's careless rule.
Ah yes, the paradoxical wish of having a son, ended the life another, one more precious than an heir could have ever meant to him. How anomalous Fate could manipulate the strings that held mortals in balance. All faith and love seemed to dwindle away with her last breath. Oh yes, not even their other child, could dare bring him out of this precipice of indifference, he was now dead.
The apathetic responses he cast to his 'beloved' children wore fine lines within his handsome brow. Further deconstruction of his mind began to wear upon his children as if watching them carelessly fall into oblivion, and he, not favoring the latter, turned to solitude for comfort. The absolution of glorification through seclusion seemed fitting for his lack of socialism. How could a couple of repressive brats redeem everything that was taken from him?
Not even after the disappointed looks his offspring shed, did he dare show a fleck of concern for them, a shame for the elder to become both mother and father to the younger. Not that it mattered anyway; they had guardians that would lead them to adulthood without his help. Such a misfortune for his daughter, once the fiery jewel of his eye, reluctantly slipped from his paternal touch. The subtle damnation of renouncing his fatherly title would make him regret it for what was left of his soulless existence.
For so long, he sat in the secure arms of solace as the years passed, like a dimming flicker. The coddled wind seemed to echo wisps of her ethereal voice, as if beckoning broken promises to his demented mind. The aging leader stayed statue-like and unyielding. The careless consideration of his people seemed of no consequence, nor the opposing threats of war from a far off land. No, not even a death of a relative could dare bring him out of his depression; the loss had severed his sinewy heart.
Half a decade had passed. The wily crowned princess had grown into a fine version of her mother at that age. Her brother, being an impish, fiver-year-old idolized his older sibling with respect and admiration. Their infamous bond could not be broken, not even separation could attain their scandalous intrigues upon the quiet townsfolk.
Yes, sister and brother were like-comfort for one another, when their father proved less-than-adequate to fill his innate role. Nothing could separate them, until Fate had the unkind audacity to intervene, and change the views and perspectives of all within the tiny village.
The sea had always given the children a resolute solution for their incapable loneliness. However, according to some, the sea gives, and yet, it takes away. The tiny isle was not commonly known to have turbulent weather, nor have natural disasters. How strange for Nature to prove her fury upon the least expectant, or, more so, those undeserving…
It was imprudent to go against the wishes of their alleged 'guardians'. The elusive forbiddance of going against their command seemed quite fitting to the future leaders of Wutai. Actually, it was more alluring to the elder and thus, the younger pursued. What more could mere children get into and a tragedy arise from the action?
Oceanic gods seemed testy with their fickle waves, as if luring those watching into their murky depths of dissolution. Ah yes, the joyous pleasure of reaping another unsuspecting soul and its pure splendour flailing to the icy abyss below the foreboding sea. The lost hope and conscience fading from the mind, hence leaving an empty wraith to subside along with the other tangent souls of the chained deep.
The inherent ire of losing something so precious, yet taken for granted like the very grit below one's feet panged the dead man's heart as the solemn news of his children droned through his inaudible ears. His stony face stayed firm as a set of servants ushered a wet, limber figure in the adjacent room. Repercussions of heal and cure spells emitted a soft green light upon the drenched body, the latter not even attempting to move.
Obsidian-eyes bore down onto the tiny feminine form then lingered upon the solemn, unmoving outline under the white-silken sheet. An unknown feeling of resentment flushed throughout his still veins like a surging river. The blame for his neglect probed his incredulous persona, and drifted to point the fault at someone else. What was to him that his children went out went forbidden? He did not force them to play when the waves abducted them from the sandy coast. No, it was his oldest child's idea. Thus, the charge fell upon her.
He eyed her with disdain as she finally came-to and gazed at him with a semi-loving expression. Perhaps, it was merely the concept of her surviving the god's apparent wrath. Yes, the tempest's waves were an omen, and she, the pawn. His darling daughter, the reflection of the woman he idolized now held the burden of her brother's death upon her shoulders.
'Papa?' her wavering speech broke him of the illicit trance.
His bronze face slightly frowned at the recognition; this was not his daughter. The precious little sprite he treasured had died within the waves. No, this structure before him was nothing more than another living organism. His frown deepened, as his ragged breath lightly uttered, 'You are not my daughter and the son my wife bore is no more because of you.' His tone turned rapidly aloof with his next countenance, 'It is your burden that he is dead, and you shall no longer call me a father, Kisaragi Yuffie. Your title and name will be all you receive from me. Don't dare ask for more…'
Her light-coloured face paled to a ghostly white from the firm discussion, this man, her former father gave. The weight of guilt embedded itself within the depths of her tiny heart, never shifting from its stalwart grip. She felt the frigid wave of cold hit her when he turned his back upon her, thus leaving her with the continual mention of her failure and subtle murder of her beloved brother. A saltine tear fell from a dry eye when she realized her father's words rang true…
"…And there you have it…" she muttered under her staggering breath. "I was the murderer of my brother and the burden to my father. You know, even though, I call him 'Daddy', it's not the same, as one would call their father. To him, I call him Godo out of arrogance, but to others, it's to prove I still have a biological father."
Vincent's silent glare softened when she finished her solemn tale. Why had she not mentioned this before? Had he known she carried this false obligation upon her tiny shoulders, he would have certainly placed that bastard of a father in an early grave. His hidden anger surged under his caring guise as he pulled her close to him.
"Yuffie," he murmured with true sincerity. "I did not realize you held such an innate belief of your brother's death. It is certainly hard to believe that you were not the cause of their demise, I would know." Vincent leaned closer as Yuffie faced him with watery-eyes. "Now listen carefully, I want you to think back on that day and truthfully recant all that transpired. Be honest with yourself, and tell me if you believe it was your fault."
Her eyes darted from him to the ground and back with unsure resolution. The placid depths of sapphire seemed to reach an unspoken epiphany as she whispered, "No, no, I don't believe Nobuo's death was at my hands, he ran into the water…and I told him to come back…" she stopped as the fearful recollection came to mind. "…And I ran after him and I was pulled under…"
"And Godo blamed you for his error of not watching his children." He concluded with notable resentment.
"Vincent, that was so long ago and he is trying to redeem himself as my father, he even begged me not to come on this quest."
His anger fumed at the thought of this man wishing her not to pursue this journey. God, had she not, how would have ever had the chance to fall hopelessly in love with her? A new sensation seethed within his demonic soul. Yes, the neglecting father would feel regret once he became the son-in-law and lawfully rule the tiny tourist trap. The elder Kisaragi would indeed feel remorse once he reminded him of all the unnecessary hell he had put his daughter through, merely to ease his own troubled conscience.
Vincent gently pulled the sobbing girl against his chest, the tiny streetlights illuminating the village below and casting a shadow from their perspective. Light music echoed throughout the jagged cliffs of the stony mountain, where the apparent celebration deemed its annual oration. Ah Isis, it was such a wonderful tradition to make a history lesson before the fireworks. He inwardly dreaded to hear his love's paternal guardian make such a hypocritical speech. God have mercy it would be a brief lecture, although it was highly doubtful since the boastful Kisaragi line never made anything short and to the bloody point.
Yuffie's cradled head darted up when she heard the soft, rugged voice of her father. Her teary gaze focused upon the minuscule dot within the crowd, the prideful stride of aging leader giving the sense of forced will. Her uneven breathing came to a still once her target stood upon the obscure platform. Vincent felt her back tense against him when she finally spoke, "That's my father…"
He noted the somber comment within her tone. Vincent inwardly surged at the thought of that man hurting her for years. How could a father turn his back upon his children and then cast a heavy cross upon one, knowing it was truly his sin to bear. Such men did not deserve the luxury of death. No, humans like his love's father merited a reckoning. The heavy injustice his angel had dealt since childhood would not go un-avenged. Even demons, at times, sought justice.
"Darling," he uttered softly. "If you wish to see him, then we shall…"
"No."
The soft, yet pleading tone tore his aching heart. His lady was begging to him, a mere monster? God, the brash concept of her being as low to ask him not to see her father hurt him. He loathed hearing her apparent plea within his arms, as if wishing not to go to a public execution. He wanted nothing to hurt her, not even her alleged father. Another build of rage beat against him when he felt another shudder. Godo would rue the day her turned his back upon his family.
Ah yes, Vincent would never allow that sorry excuse for a human to go on and act as if his daughter was nothing more than a trivial object to be tossed aside. No, the arrogant bastard would regrettably realize that everything he had supposedly strove to build was nothing more than his own peak of demise. Everything that truly mattered was within Vincent's arm and he, refusing to let go. No, Godo would never have the chance to retain this beloved angel; Vincent would not allow it.
It was not over domination or mere jealousy that he refused to acknowledge Godo for more than a man, a disdainful human at that. No, the ethical principle of becoming responsible and taking the time to love his daughter was his fault. The ex-Turk repudiated to hand her over to someone as ungrateful as that below when all she had done was try to please him.
Even when he had first met her, Yuffie did nothing but try to restore her home, a feat, which subtly meant in pleasing her father. He scoffed at the thought of people believing her a selfish bitch that only went along for the ride. God, the very ideal of them casting harsh judgment upon her was the result of them not looking into their own heart of darkness. Yuffie was never the problem, others were.
His dark musings were regrettably interrupted by a light sob. "I tried to please him, Vincent. For so long, I did everything possible trying to make him acknowledge me as a daughter and not some other servant. It was the remote reason I joined in the first place, but all I see of it was being a tragic waste." She bent her head down in evident shame.
"My dear, had you not joined, you would have never met us, right? Think about those who appreciate what you do and forget those who don't. Godo is a fool for allowing you to run his errands." Vincent shook his ebony-hair in an atypical manner. "I for one am happy to have had the chance to fight beside of you and to be blessed with knowing there is still kindness within the world."
Yuffie tightened her embrace against his slender waist. "Thanks Vincent, but look at father's expression."
Indeed, even from afar, it was quite noticeable the aging lord could barely compose himself at the altar. His knitted brows creased the wrinkles from his eyes and forehead, as his dark-eyes seemed to concentrate upon something not visible. "My fellow countrymen, today marks the millennia in which, our ancestors brought the first generation of Wutainese upon these shores. We dedicate this day for their foundation upon which we proudly stand.
"I am fortunate to have the honour of presenting this special event. However, my daughter," he paused for a moment in which he seemed almost on the verge of tears. "My daughter is regrettably not here to present this day, in which sadly, I have to fill in. She is on a quest which all of you already know. Let us tribute her with this celebration and our blessings. I know I have been a terrible father," he choked back a sob. "And thus, I deem her Wutai's greatest heroine for her sacrifice of saving us, when her life deserves every ounce of happiness that I…could not give.
"Let us pray for her safety and hope she finds her love." The greying man ended his speech with an abrupt bow and curtly left the platform with tears of regret in his eyes.
Yuffie's eyes widened, as if sanding transfixed by her father's heartfelt speech. It was against Wutainese tradition to place personal conflict within public speech. Actually, it had never been done before. And now, her proud father finally shown a side she had not seen since a child, he exposed love mixed with sorrowful regret. Regret of his negligence, no doubt. A solemn tear fell from a crystalline-eye, feeling a sense of absolution.
She inadvertently shuddered with the ironic knowledge of all that had descended upon her life. The unfortunate deaths of her mother and brother, her father's coldness, her fetal attempt of pleasing of everyone, Reno's harsh rejection, and Vincent…
Oh, the last concept was the only comfort within her confused life. He had been here for her, as he was now. God, how she reveled in the fact that he was by her side! Her heart raced madly against her tiny chest at the sheer revelation of loving this man. Even though, it had barely been two weeks, she had somehow felt a sentience toward him.
However, she wished he would reveal more about his past and tell her of his childhood, he too had one. Yes, Vincent Valentine was not the monster he had made himself to be. How could he be when he was the opposite? With his selfless acts and true concern, the gunman had shown her a side in which he had hidden from the world, a side where his true soul reflected its radiant beauty and lusty passion. She briefly wondered if he would be so gentle if their relationship went further.
Of course, it would be different with him. Vincent was far from any other man she had known. His style of passion would certainly be different from Reno or other men for that matter. Yes, her dark angel held a certain fire that other men could never hope to obtain. He had truly captured her heart within this short time, and she, freely giving it. Ah, how she ached to finally find release from her inner torment. The propitious thought of him actually loving her made her cold world seem a tad warmer.
As if reading her thoughts, Vincent gently pulled her against him and lightly moved the loose tendrils away from her eyes. She sighed nonchalantly feeling him nuzzle her shoulder and breathe like icy whispers upon her bare neck. The simple gesture made her stomach wreathe with fiery sensations of becoming closer. God, Vincent was truly a male tempest, a male tempest that could lull her to his will. How strange that only he could.
With a smile, she mindlessly trailed her tiny fingers within his illustrious ebon-hair. The soft sigh of contentment reverberated within his chest, as he carefully caressed her lower back. Her light groan made him ease the pressure of his ministrations, giving a sense of a lover's ambulant touch. God, he wanted her. His blatant thought contradicted his speech, "Yuffie," he murmured with hesitation.
"Yes," she echoed within his dark locks.
Vincent neared her face and lightly stroked it with his. "Are you happy? I mean here with me?"
Yuffie stared into his opulent-eyes with a sense of visible awe. Was he afraid she would answer with disappointment? Finding her voice, she whispered, "If I were with anyone else, this scene could never compare to the way I feel right now. I'm happy here, Vincent. Thank-you for bringing me here."
"I revel in the happiness you reap, dearest. I'm content when I know I have made you in the same."
The former Turk edged closer, taking a hand in his, he uttered, "Yuffie, it's so beautiful here…as are you…"
A light smile traced her lips. "Vincent, I'm not that attractive. I mean Tifa and Aerith are legends in beauty, and I, am the girl that only came along for the ride…"
His dark brows knitted together, as if calculating a comeback. How could she deny her inner beauty? Christ, to him, she was beyond Aphrodite. Yuffie, his Yuffie, his angel of light, sound, and reason, certainly ranked above the normal populace. God forbid, she low wretch tried to emulate his love's style; she was certainly one of a kind.
"No," he whispered with apparent sincerity. "Yuffie, you are far beautiful than any other woman I have ever met, and I mean that. Tifa and Aerith are indeed beautiful, but you are very different, and that's why people do not understand about you. The true beauty and innocence within your soul is beyond comparison and I cannot find the exact description for you."
"Vincent…" she rasped nearing his lusting face.
Their faces were merely a breadth's apart, their lips almost touching. Vincent's bloodstained-eyes gazed wantonly as his pallid moved closer. Her cerulean stare whispered the sweet innocence within her mind, as if desiring a forbidden kiss. Vincent closed in but stopped abruptly, the shrill burst of fireworks stopped him from making a mistake, a mistake that could possibly jeopardize his plans. Thank the gods the fireworks had stopped them!
With a rouge-like smile, he gently ruffled her short hair and quickly averted his gaze to the scenery. "They're starting, dearest…"
"Yes," she murmured under her sweet breath. "Yes, they are…"
She edged closer to him and tenderly nuzzled a shoulder. The subtle gratitude of an interruption was what she needed. Vincent seemed so genuine in wishing to steal a kiss. Perhaps. No, it was wishful thinking. And yet, she believed he wished for the same, the need in his eyes proved as much. Yes, Vincent tried to hide it, she could tell. Vincent wanted her, the yearning apparent within his actions. And yes, Yuffie would conform his desires, how could she not?
The spectacular foray of light made her heart rush as she felt his rhythm-like breathing against her back. Vincent enjoyed the celebration, especially when cradling her against his stalwart form. God, if only it could stay like this, perfect. Vincent was everything she had desired in a man, the true image of an eminent knight fighting for her honour. Yes, all she needed was for him to never leave her, and always be there, loving everything she was. But, could he endure a mere girl? God, she was an insignificant foreigner! No one married the Wutainese, even if she was more than a commoner; she was so different from him. And yet, it seemed so right. As if she were the missing piece to the complex puzzle of his life, Yuffie was his means of contentment.
And for that, she reveled in this man's innate soul.
The impending silence between them seemed unbearable but necessary. What could they say, when a second ago they had almost acted completely out-of-character? But, God, it felt good! Yes, the evident reciprocal feeling between them rang through the cliffs like a thundering high-note. Both woman and beast inwardly knew their affection ran deeper than friends. How in Hell could it not be so damned obvious than both were attracted to one another, direct opposites that found solace in the other, and both enjoying the simple fact of being wanted? The sheer fact of lust was apparent, but still held a compassionate side to it.
Vincent needed her, just as she, him. The grand finale of the light show made the awkward scene even more like a lovesick film. The strident bursts of powder dazzled the couple with angelic dust spread from the heavens, and they, not noticing. Yes, their attention was subtly focused upon the other in a longing gaze that the other seemed to fill. Osiris, this moment, even if it lasted only as such, would be in their memories for an eternity. The simple comfort of being accepted made their hearts beat furiously against still chests. The sheer denial of their devotion seemed almost paradoxical.
With a sigh, Yuffie bent her tiny form against his in a loving embrace. His arms instinctively wrapped around her in a protective hold, thus insuring a silent vow to shield her from the unseen evils of the shadowy realm. The metaphorical sense of him protecting her like a lion, his mate held the insidious nature of what he would do if threatened. Vincent would murder all within his path if something dared harm his companion.
Her light breath gently caressed his pulsing neck as she lightly smiled in gratification. "Vincent," she said under her lusty breath. "Thanks."
A gentle nuzzle reached her exposed neck. "No thanks are necessary, my dear, I quite enjoyed sharing this-with you…"
"Likewise. I never have enjoyed myself as much as having you here with me, this once."
Vincent read the somber wave within her dulcet tone. Was she worried that he would not accompany her again? His heart pounded at the tiny hope. Containing his trepidation, he whispered, "As I have you, angel. I have not had the freedom of actually thinking upon other things than my past sins. But now, I have other priorities within my life, and I have to thank you, Yuffie."
Her gentle smile warmed his dead heart; the sincerity within her jubilant expression stilled his aching mind with her angelic response. "Oh Vincent, you're so incredible. I cannot find the right words to tell you how much I have enjoyed your company. I will be eternally grateful for your selfless help and concern over me. Truly, you have replaced my views upon the world; there are good people still in it. And I am fortunate to have you here right now…"
"The feeling is mutual, dearest. I am glad that you found me in the mountains. The very thought of being alone frightens me. I understand that is not a trait I have, but I don't care to show you who I am, who I truly am…"
Tears welled within her placid-eyes. "Oh Vincent." She muttered before clinging against his broad chest. "And for that, I am glad I left for this pointless journey." She caught herself, "I mean-"
"I know." He concluded for her. The confession was enough for him to shout to the high heavens with glee. Yuffie admitted this quest being pointless. Gods, perhaps she knew. He could only pray for her realization, and she would, even if he had to show her physically. Oh, the very thought on mantling her tender body with his, my his body surge with electricity.
"Vincent, before we leave, can we stop by my place and check something? I mean I just need to see if something came in for me? If not, we can leave."
"Of course, darling, we shall."
Yuffie smiled in appreciation with his honey-toned words. God, how had she landed herself such a saint? The very idea of him like this permanently resounded within her pure heart. "Thanks, Vince."
The gentle laughter reverberating within his chest made the mountains swell with awe. Vincent Valentine, dark angel of the realms, and captivator of the Wutainese heiress, made the very foundations of the planet shake with utter tranquility. His tireless arms encircled her and carefully held her against him as he descended down the mountainside like a valiant knight carrying his beloved.
With furtive grace, he slyly crept into her humble abode and cautiously stood by the closed window, a Turk trait. His burning gaze shifted to Yuffie as she ruffled through a stack of papers. Her careless tossing of unopened envelopes shown a brief sense of disappointment across her china-white face. The abrupt interlude of excitement was hesitantly replaced with pure displeasure; it had not came.
Nor would it. What did she expect when she was merely the tagalong member of the group. Christ, stating the obvious everyone would have received their invitation and would propitiously go, not that she planned to attend in the first place. No, Yuffie Hikari Kiasaragi was not invited to a fancy appreciation held in their honour. What honour? The reflected cause of why she joined was for personal reasons, not some holy crusade to save the world. Actually, the others' did not have that motive either. No, Avalanche was not based upon principle or morality, it was merely chance they saved the world.
Her broken pride was quickly replaced with a mask of indifference, her somber expression still visible. She turned to Vincent with a look of obscurity, even he, was invited, or at least that what she deduced. Finding her voice, she stated, "We can go now, Vincent. I have found what I needed."
"And what was that?"
The evident interrogation rang clear throughout the tiny room. Damn, he would could. It was as if he had read her mind. "No-nothing."
His crimson-eyes creased in evident disbelief. Yuffie was hiding something; he could distinguish hesitation within her shaky voice. "Something has troubled you, I wish to know what." his tone demanding.
Yuffie read the fine command with slight unease; he would not back off. Damn. What could she do, yell at him, the very thought of Vincent shirking from her bitching almost made her chuckle. No, she would tell him the truth. What would it matter anyway?
"I was sort of expecting something and now I realize I'm not going to get it, that's all…"
"What were you expecting?" Vincent's questioning voice rang though the frigid air, as he neared her.
She cast her eyes to the wooden floor and muttered the barely audible words of an invitation under her breath. Vincent pulled her chin up and urged her to look into his eyes. "The high class' fetal attempt of becoming even more respected is certainly pitiful. It's disturbing they have gone as low as inviting us to their flaky parties." His fiery-eyes held a slight gleam in them when her continued. "However, I do find attending the alleged ranks of society quite amusing, would you care to join me on this masquerade?"
Yuffie bit her lower lip. "I understand you only want me to go because you know I did not get invited…"
"And that is to stop you? Why not make them regret their mistake in not inviting you? You should not allow people to berate you, rise above them and show the error of their idiotic nature." His voice reprimanded with sheer vengeance.
Yuffie looked into his flaming-eyes, which held ardent passion. How could she deny him? However, a little test would prove her concerns true. "I understand you only wish to take me because you probably feel sorry for me-"
With a fluid movement, Vincent pulled her against his firm chest. "I'm not doing this because of pity. God, my intentions are far from that. If you do not go, I shall not. I have no desire to go alone and be harassed by everyone. I understand the reason why they invited me…" he muttered in disdain.
She somewhat dreaded to ask why, but found the courage to ask, "Why did they, Vincent…"
His scorching glare conceded from the simple reproach. "They wish to gawk at a monster, dearest. I shall not be made a laughing stock because of the simple naivety of being invited."
"Then why do you wish to go?"
Vincent caressed her back with the bronze claw. With hesitation, he answered, "Because, I thought we could show them who we truly are, but if you do not wish to go, I understand."
"And if I said yes?"
His flawless face turned to her with what appeared to be hope. "I would be would be the happiest man on Earth, angel. Would you, I mean, will you join me?"
A small smirk traced her rosy-lips. "Can you handle a blabbering girl for another week?"
The gunman made no attempt to hide his smile. Leaning in, he murmured, "I would not be content without it, darling."
"Then you have a date!"
Vincent's heart swelled with true elation. Oh, she accepted his offer of being his date! Another week. Yes, just a few more days until he would finally have all set into place for the brief moment of offering the world to her. Thank the Powers-That-Be; she consented to his request. He automatically pulled her against him and nuzzled his face in her silken hair. "You do not realize how happy you have made me, angel."
"Likewise, Vincent. Thanks for offering me to be your date, I know I'm not the perfect girl to dance with, but I'll try to not step on your toes too much."
"I would not mind it at all, Yuffie. I'm pleased we have the chance to enjoy each other's company a little longer…"
Yuffie's smile fell at the absolution of his grave words, he did not want to part, neither did she. She gently nestled her cheek against his chest and murmured, "You don't realize how much I'd like that."
"Then we shall, dearest. How about we pay a visit to Rocket Town tomorrow? I mean the ball is next week, and I believe it would be nice for you to see Cid again."
"You would go that far just because I haven't seen him?"
"I would do anything for you…"
And she realized the words he uttered we indeed true, he would move the stars for her. God, she so fortunate to have found in the Nibel Mountains! It was as if the gods had planned for her to find him and have him as a guardian, thus altering her quest and making something more of it. Her gentle sigh echoed throughout the dark room as he held her. The silent of comfort of his protective hold made her heart burst with optimism of this being a permanent arrangement.
She did not realize he was pondering the same thing. The invisible binds that tied them together were unbreakable. No, now she was stuck with this man, a dark lover that only desired to have her for himself. The utter concept of him being the sole lover in her life did not seem so bad. After tasting him, she would desire no one else. They were made for this binding, this subtle pact of love. And for that, both reveled in the pure release the other held.
Vincent gently watched his angel cling to him with a light embrace. The small smile of contentment lined his sinewy lips as he pulled her closer. She did not know he had desired this. Gods, after this ball, she would finally understand the fire she had ignited within him. Yuffie was his soul, his light, and refused to let her go. Not even certain redheaded Turks could tear her away from him now, Yuffie was his; he would make sure of it.
Author's Note: I'm terribly sorry this has taken me quite some time to post. The first draft I wrote was butchered, so I had to start from scratch. Anyway, I shall hopefully have another chapter up by the weekend, (even if it kills me,) school can absolutely be the devil! Please let me know what you think. ^_^