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The Flame of You… Chapter 14The brimming sunlight burned his aqua-eyes with its dying rays. He loathed sunsets, the final absolution of a day's actions concluded all within its last moments before another entity reigned upon the void land. Ah Isis, he dreaded the darkness that crept along the bowels of the shadowed land, forever locking his clandestine crimes within its shaded cloak. In truth, the darkness did not suite him well; he had always feared its deathly embrace.
No, he was a child of light that cowered to its comforting visage with bleak hope of salvation. The tepid blood within his quivering veins pulsed with fiery ambition when a lovely vision came to mind. Yuffie. Yes, the seraphs within the elated heavens drew her name with sweet eloquence and dulcet tones of ecstasy. Yes, he knew he loved her. It was such a pity he did not realize it sooner.
No matter, he would have her soon enough. His darling would not keep him waiting. Never when, he desired to see her, would she dare hesitate. Ah yes, the very complexity of her utter punctuality was indeed expected, well now anyway.
It wasn't that he was a prideful, prestigious man, but one of high anticipation. Blame his impoverished background for desiring all that life had to offer. The ruinous life he had before joining the Turks was never mentioned to anyone, well, save one. Yes, the dark secrets of his covert past were far from safe, she knew. Ah yes, one night in a drunken stupor, he had confessed everything from the abuse of his alcoholic father, to the painful neglect his mother dealt. The harsh beatings subsided, but the scars remained.
Scars healed, but were never forgotten, especially, the ones upon his face. It was indeed odd that onlookers would stare at his pale features, become amazed by the parallel marks and say they envied him. If they merely realized how he received them. Christ in Heaven, he would never disregard that night; the night where his miserable life changed…
He studied himself with a tiny vanity mirror and traced the smooth mars with an index finger. He scoffed at the idea of others desiring such markings. They did not realize the pain they still rot, his insides cringed when stroking the other. His aquatic-eyes gleamed with inner torment from his self-inspection. No one dared to touch the hideous evidence of his battered childhood, how could they? Well, no one except her.
Yes, she was the only person who had the audacity to look upon his besieged face and smile. Why did he leave her? Of course, he wished to get away from her constant companionship. And yet, he truly missed her clinging to him. He admonished his validated motives, knowing full well they were bullshit.
How could he have been so stupid as to leave her? Ah yes, he did not wish for a permanent relationship. But now, after much reflection in solace, he realized he could not live without the fiery ninja, she was the very air he breathed. The young heiress accepted his wayward actions with a gentle smile, while others looked upon him with utter disdain. In truth, Yuffie Kisaragi was the only genuine entity that gave him a reason to live.
Gods, how could he ever align things the way they were before, he was trying. God help him, he was doing every bloody thing possible to make himself the man she wished him to be, a man, he himself, desired to be. The benevolent acts she displayed brought him a step closer to actually playing the part of a concerned gentleman.
Even now, he reluctantly relinquished his obsession of smoking and alcohol. The ardent Turk knew she had a strong conviction against his terrible habits; the visionary pain within her steely-plated orbs tore at the remnants of his wounded heart. How could he ever be so stupid as to leave her with the painful notion of it being her fault? He was indeed a selfish man whose only concern was his self.
He never had the simple perception of what lay before him. Like a blind man in an irrefutable wasteland, he was trapped by his own pride. The blindness of his conceit veiled the beauty that lay before him, and he, turned his back upon her. He was not even courageous enough to see the disheartened look appear upon the ashen cheeks, despite his reasonable action. He was indeed a damned fool.
Rude had warned him not to leave her. Even the first time, his old friend suggested not abandoning the Wutainese heiress. If only, he had listened to him. The siege of regret inundated his coddled mind with penitent thoughts of what life would be without her. What if someone else noticed this rare jewel and took her? The self-regret of such an action made him tremble.
No, she would not abandon him for another; she was too loyal. How could she turn her back upon him when she vowed never to love anyone else? She pitied his horrid past with an angel's reflective sentiment. And for that, he would never luxuriate in cowering away from her again. God strike him dead if he gambled in such maudlin attributes of love, he would not lose her to another…
Staring at the idle pack of cigarettes that lay upon the wooden table, Reno quickly drew his attention to the window. White flakes fell from the grey sky with soundless intrigue. He hated the snow. The discreet coldness that the northern climate bore tended to addle his nerves. Well, at least the bar was an advantage. Icicle Village was notorious for its skiing and snow-bunnies. Ah yes, the lovely young ladies that come to enjoy the frosty atmosphere year-after-year, brought a light smile to his dry lips. Wait. He could not think of that. No, he only desired her.
The forethought of Yuffie in a sleek sweater that covered more of her stomach than chest played with his tainted mind. It was true; he did habour fantasies of her in less but still, every man dreamt of those things. What kind of man only thought of company being the only pleasure from a woman, well maybe that old Turk would have the prudent decency not to think of such carnal desires.
Now that he thought of it, where did that sorry excuse for an experiment reside? From what he understood, Valentine locked himself away again in order to never harm another being. Such a shame, he turned out to be a weak toleration that Avalanche pitied. He was truly the perfect example of everything a veritable Turk should have been. Even today, his model still set the way for all within the profession, well before ShinRa's collapse that is.
He had it all; power, wealth, good looks, and adoring crowd of feminine pursuit. But yet, Fate seemed to fuck-up his life. Everything he possessed, gone within a flicker. The high rank he obtained was shattered, his handsome exterior, replaced with a monstrous visage. Wealth was certainly out of the picture, and women? Well, he knew the answer to that. Who could stand something that looked like a monster from a children's horror story? Thank God, Yuffie had enough sense to choose him over something that most likely did not have emotion left.
He smirked at the thought of her returning to his protective embrace. Indeed, he truly missed her so-called clinging and jester-like smile. Reno realized even the iridescent shimmer within her cerulean-eyes held a dynamism he could never hope to obtain. She was light. The pure elation he felt from her was incomparable to the less pleasures he had encountered.
A slight knock broke his dark contemplation. Clearing his throat, he barked, "Who is it?"
The French door opened, albeit hesitantly and closed. Reno glanced at his apparent guest and faintly smiled. "Elena, what did you need?"
The blonde reflected his smile and
seated herself upon the ruffled bed. She absently played with a tress of her
curt hair and eyed the carpeted floor with a blank expression. Turning her
russet gaze toward him, she murmured, "Reno, I understand you're trying to
change, but you know you cannot remodel yourself to suite someone's needs.
Please, don't make yourself out to be something you're not."
Reno read the visible plea within her brown-eyes, she was so sincere with that
appearance; he almost cradled her against him out of comfort. He once had after
Tseng's sudden death. The poor dear was at a loss when hearing the news of
their leader's tragic murder. Reno knew she felt a deep sentience for deceased
leader. Christ, she took off a week to mourn without the others seeing her weak
display of affection. A slight pang reached his heart when he thought of her in
unnecessary pain. Tseng never returned the sentiment to her; his heart belonged
to the departed Cetra.
"Elena," he began, his tone comforting, "I'm sorry you feel as if this is not the right way, but for so long, I have wanted to change. Not just because of Yuffie, but also for myself. I don't want to be always known for whoring around and staying drunk. Elle, that's not who I want to be for the rest of my life…"
"But you're not!" her watery-eyes revealed her apparent concern. "Reno, you left her because you did not wish to hurt her and I believe you still want that. You know it will never work out between you." she placed a trembling hand upon his knee. "But, I know you won't listen to me and she'll break your heart, Reno. I know it."
Elena stood from the bed and turned to the door. "Yuffie does not have the loyalty you require, Reno. She could never possibly understand you. Even if, you have told her every detail of whatever past you hide, she could not stay by your side. I don't want to see that look of despair when she doesn't…" she wiped a wayward tear from a chocolate-eye.
"Elle," he whispered almost pleadingly.
"No, Reno, I'm sorry for disturbing you. I'll be at the bar with Rude if you need one of us."
His aqua-eyes watched her close the door with timid restraint. Elena was truly too delicate to be a Turk. The rarity of such a fragile being ending a life was indeed something to behold. Rufus never desired her to be a Turk. Actually, the blonde brat wanted her as a personal secretary.
He singed with hot anger when pondering upon the sick pleasantries Rufus would commit. Thank God, Tseng talked his father into allowing Elena to join. Otherwise, their sweet Elle would be a shadow of her former self from Rufus' dark delights in torture.
She struck a nerve when saying his love would not be loyal. How could she deduce something as irrelevant as Yuffie not staying by his side? What did she know? Was it another fantasized manifestation within her troubled mind? Sure, Elena was a little on the spiritual boundary, but God, she knew Yuffie would never betray him, she would never…
Reno shook the image of his love enveloped within another's embrace, the thought disturbed him more than he would care to admit. A small grin traced his dry-lips. Yes, she would be back with him. The slight feel of her tiny form against his made his heart shudder with a thousand desired sensations retained by her prudent wishes. It wasn't as if he wished to take advantage of her, far from it. He knew he cared for he deeply; it merely took some time to realize it.
With a thoughtful sigh, he returned his attention to the window. Its darkened panes were encrusted with intricate patterns touched by the impending flakes. Snow. Such a simple element. The very touch could send chills down the strongest being, and yet, hold a metaphorical intrigue to all within its soundless audience. Yes, the falling flakes silently echoed its purity within the dismal atmosphere, forbearing its unrequited innocence from within. The pristine element was so much like her. Pure.
He had never encountered another like her. Truth be told, no one would ever match her distinguished demeanor of caring. The very concept of others finding her to be no more than an ungrateful child, rubbed him the wrong way. What did they know of her anyway? Good God, she was the only one kind enough to ever sacrifice her time for him.
He never imagined her visiting him within a bar to plead her gratitude of the Da Chao incident. The memory still resided freshly within his hazy memory as if it had occurred only moments before. The image of his fiery love burned his mind; even then, she looked hot with her infamous green tank.
With her unyielding figure and brassy attitude, the young Shinobi certainly captivated all attendants within the smoke-filled room. Her mischievous eyes held an icy aura, chilling those who dared to look upon her exotic beauty. He admitted even then, she was emphatically different from other women he had encountered; her striking manner indefinitely enticed him.
He knew it was rather cruel of him to hurt her tender feelings, cruel wasn't even the word. How could he have been so heartless as to dare inflict pain upon her? Good God, the memory of his unpardonable acts resounded throughout his mind with the conscious approach of punishment; he did not deserve her. No, even now, he could not admit to himself that he was afraid, afraid if he allowed her to break down his defenses, she would maliciously trample upon what was left of his humanistic emotion. No, he knew her better than that.
How could he dare think her to commit such atrocities? Shiva, she was the only one who had not turned her back upon him. And for that, he knew they were meant to be. How could he be denied such freedom from his broken-down persona?
Oh, how he remembered that interesting encounter. With unneeded contemplation, his troubled mind reflected upon the sentimental recollection of her standing within a crowded room praising him for an act he carelessly committed. The young brunette did not realize he had not saved her out of the goodness of his saint-like soul. No, he merely exonerated the perverse don out of pleasure and also contempt for harming Elena.
Of course, he did accept the adoration the female Shinobi exerted. What was wrong with taking a little credit that he did not deserve? Good God, it was rare he was ever seen other than a whore's wealthy ride. Ah yes, he had too, had money to burn. Before the fall of his beloved employer, the Turks' income was more than generous. He never told Yuffie of his extensive prosperity and commission, what was it her business to know?
He knew it was rather cruel to keep her in the dark about his lifestyle, but how would she take it if she finally realized his fortune? True, it was not Rufus ShinRa's money mattress, but it would insure a comfortable life for whatever family he had. Yes, family. The simple word seemed to be a desire he had always dreamed of. Would it not be comforting to have a beautiful wife and adoring children? He believed so. He was, after all, twenty-six. It would be a little hard for him to acquire his innate needs if he loitered any longer.
His mind shifted to the upcoming events of next week. The ball. Yes, there he would meet her and beg for her forgiveness. He felt a slight pain within his heart the moment he thought of her rejecting him. She couldn't, right? Yuffie was not prone to turn her back upon anyone. Much less, the man she clearly stated her love for. Yes, she would absolve his past transgressions and welcome him back to her loving embrace.
Ah, the very image of him entwining his lean arms around her made his heart stutter. It was just like… Yes, just like the first time he held her against his sinewy form.
The rainy day had smudged her newly applied mascara, creating a gothic-like affect. The caked composition created a strange aura about her, almost exotic. Even when she looked like some crack-whore from a dirty picture, she was still intriguingly beautiful. Tifa had nothing on this rare beauty, well maybe except for the extra size in breasts, but still, Yuffie was not a little girl either.
No, she had somehow grown into a sensual vixen overnight. Her complex nature and mysterious ninja-like grace made him desire her more. Yes, Yuffie was certainly the woman of his dreams. No one could match her angelic elegance or deep concern. No, not even when he had confessed his tragic life in a drunken stupor, did she turn her back upon him.
Reno admonished himself for becoming so damned careless. Christ in Heaven, what had he done? Why did he leave her? Ifrite, he was so obtuse. He had everything within his pallid grasp, a permanent estate, a lord's duty, but most importantly, a woman who loved him. And he had recklessly strewn it aside for what, an innate ride with a slut? He did not deserve such innocence, something he was far from being.
Oh yes, he had murdered. A list of lives he had taken without thought played throughout his deluded mind. No, Reno Edwards was nothing more than a soulless beast, like the rest of them. Perhaps, Vincent would be a wonderful mentour in the arts of utilitarian acts of cruelty. The revered god would indeed be a wonderful example of what he would manifest into within years, a monster.
And look had it done to him, a once venerated man, now grasping onto what was left of his bleak sanity. Reno did not wish to be that low. No, he needed something other than faded memories to hold on to. A ghost from the past was not enough to suffice his unmet requirements. Yuffie would fill everything he longed for; she was his light, his air.
He briefly smiled at the concept of her running into his loving embrace. Yes, he knew redemption was within his rough reach; he only had to strive to obtain it. With that thought in mind, he rose from the wooden seat and examined his disheveled appearance. What did she see in his rustic visage; he would never know. What did it matter anyway? Yuffie was in love with his person, not his looks. Of course, that was what mattered mostly to him, approval.
He needed counsel. Right now, he wished to discuss his latest ideas with Rude. Yes, his silent friend had always been there for him. Ever since meeting him in a random bar, Reno had come to trust the bald man as a brother. Joining the Turks had made their brother-like bond stronger. There was not secret between them, nor action the other was not aware of. Rude was certainly more family than he had ever known.
Even his bitch of a mother did not take consideration of her only child. Her feeble obsession with his drunken father had shamefully cut her appalling life short. He had not even shed a solitary tear for his mother's abrupt passing, neither jumped for joy when his father had taken his life after realizing the bloody murder at his calloused hands. All of the family he had known was taken away from him that terrible stormy night and he had not emitted one tear. Some might had considered him traumatized, not really, but at least the beatings stopped.
He pinched the bridge of his nose from the harsh memory. No one knew, well except Rude and Yuffie. He did not wish for pity and that was what he received, actually, more from Yuffie than Rude. He could rely upon his quiet comrade when wishing for solace. His 'brother' respected what was left of his damaged pride and continued as if nothing had happened; Rude was truly a friend. And yet, he felt safe within Yuffie's comforting embrace, her dulcet voice echoed gentle tones of security with his tainted life. Truly, he knew she would be the only one to bring him out of this personal hell.
Yes, the young ninja would succumb to his pleading cry and relieve him of the cross he bore. He would have her back within his strong embrace, shielding her from the evils of the world. It was a silent vow he made when realizing his unquenchable love for her. She, who had purposely brought life back within his dark life, was not going to slip from his unyielding grasp.
With a smirk, he exited the rented room and made his way to the basement bar. His silent comfort from Rude would be enough to retain his impatience until he had her once more, and this time, he would not leave her…
****
He felt a feathery sensation tease his upper lip. Opening his claret-eyes, he noticed sweet smile from his beloved, his heart beginning to race from the slight contact of her fingertips. His gentle gaze reflected the true contentment he felt with her, the inner ardour bursting with euphoric bliss. God, this was certainly no time to tease his broken mind. Did she not realize she was shattering all restraint he held? If she did not relent from these wanton games, he could not promise allowing leaving her still flowered, the inner demon aching for a physical bond.
"Good morning, my dear," he murmured, masking the self-want he obtained. "Did you sleep well?"
Yuffie cast an offside smirk. "Next to you, who wouldn't? I have not had such peaceful sleep since I was a child. It's like you chase my nightmares away. I know, I know, that sounded corny, didn't it?"
"Actually, no, dearest. I find your explanation quite fitting and truthful, since I have not felt such peace either. You could say; it is indeed interesting that we complement each other's dreams. I have enjoyed this vacation from my unending nightmares, I thank you, Yuffie."
Her heart raced. Did he actually…no way. There was certainly no possible means that he truly meant he found comfort within her presence. And yet, she felt him move closer to her tiny form, embracing her bare shoulders in a protective hold. Yes, Vincent never lied; he meant everything he uttered to her. And for that, Yuffie found absolution within his dark embrace. How could she ever survive without such tranquility? She couldn't.
"I would like to say the same gratitude, Vincent. I honestly never believed my journey to lead me this way…"
Vincent shifted, pulling her against his firm chest. "Are you…glad it did?"
She could almost swear she felt his heart race from the question. Siren, she reveled in the thought of him having feelings for her. With a smile, she answered, "What do you think, Vincent? I never expected it, but it came, and I don't know how it will turn out, but I trust it. Yes, I am happy my twisted ankle has gotten me where I am now."
He inwardly smiled from her comment. "Forgive me for being morose, but I'm glad as well. Not about you being hurt, but because where here…together. I mean it's comforting to have someone to actually smile with. God knows, it's been so long that I've almost forgotten how to."
Yuffie nestled his chest with a contented sigh. "I'm glad you have, Vincent. I'm happy to have gotten to know how you truly are. I never expected you being so kind to me."
"Yuffie," he murmured, closing his bloodstained-eyes. He hesitated as if trying to find the correct phrase to say. "I could never hurt you. It would kill to know I had caused you unnecessary tears. You have been the only person kind enough to help me whenever I needed it and looked over my grotesque form. I understand I scare people, but you, you have never cringed for me. You do not understand how much that means to me, my dear. I will always be here for you."
Her heart pounded madly against her chest, the impending sensations torturing her with crazed ecstasy. "Oh Vincent," she whispered before taking comfort within his arms.
God, the pain of her this close, tempting him to take her was becoming even more enticing. Within minutes, his barrier of self-control and conscience would be completely neglected and he would express what he truly desired. Oh yes, he wanted her; he wanted to make untainted, avid love to her. He wanted her to cry with pleasure from his monstrous touch. Ah, the undeniable satisfaction he could bestow. He knew after that moment of true elation, they would be forever linked, bound by the fated strands of anomalous love.
The shrill ring of the hotel telephone harshly interrupted his blissful thoughts. Reluctantly fumbling his good hand to the phone, he groggily muttered, "Valentine."
Vincent's demented visage changed to an impassive expression. "When?" He asked with a slight sense of concern. Yuffie turned her questioning gaze to him, hoping for a silent answer. Vincent pulled her against him in quiet comfort, his silent remark making her shudder, "We'll be there shortly, Cid. I'm very sorry…"
"Wha-what happened, Vincent?" Yuffie gazed into his unwavering-eyes.
"Shera went into labour last night, it was a girl…"
"That's great news! " Her abrupt smile of her friend's joy contracted to a frown. "What's wrong, Vince?"
He pulled her tightly against his chest. "There were complications with the pregnancy, they had to do a caesarian on her to save the baby's life…" he hesitated his grave comment. "She lost a lot of blood and the doctors could not stop the bleeding, they began to operate upon her…she's in serious condition, Yuffie. Cid is not doing very well right now. He could barely tell me what happened."
Vincent watched a hastened tear fall from her left-eye, his heart crumbled from the sight of it. "No, no, she'll be all right, Vincent! You'll see! Shera's a strong woman that is not going to allow some bleeding take her away from everyone."
"Oh Yuffie," he whispered within her stray locks. His beastly heart cried for her apparent pain. She was in denial. The harsh realization of death was indeed impossible to accept, especially for one her age. He inwardly swore he would not leave her with such pain. The concept of what Cid was going through was indeed unbearable; he knew that agony.
With a jagged sigh, he gently massaged her sobbing back out of comfort. He could feel the warm tears soak his black shirt; the plaguing thought of her pain tore at his soul. Yuffie tightened her grasp upon his terse shoulder in subtle hope of elated succor. "Vincent," she mumbled between painful sobs. "I don't want her to die. This reminds me so much of my… God, no!"
"Yuffie, shh, it's all right. The doctors are doing everything possible to save her. Shera's a strong woman; she has been through worse than this. You must put your faith in that, angel. She will live."
Yuffie gazed into his stern-eyes with visible hope. He was never wrong. No, Vincent could not be wrong about this, he knew she would survive. Perhaps, his demonic incarnations uttered such assurances to him. Without thought, she nestled his chest once more, the comforting warmth brining a melancholy smile to her ashen face. "I believe you, Vincent." She whispered under her breath. "Let's go to them now."
"Yes, dearest," he murmured and placed her within his firm hold. "Get ready, we'll leave when you're dressed."
"What about you?"
"It would be rather improper if I changed in front of you, would it not? I accidentley locked bathroom from the inside and maintenance is most likely not available at the moment…"
"Vincent, simple answer." Yuffie cast a somber smirk, her humour slightly returning. "You keep your back to me, and I shall do the same. It's not improper if we don't see each other, right?"
Vincent studied her suggestion with harsh allowance. God, this was hard. Conceding, he merely shook his dark mane. "All right," he sighed with defeat. "I'll keep my eyes to myself and be a gentleman, you be a lady and do the same."
"You think I'm gonna stare at your butt, don't you? Are you a little self-conscious, Vincent?"
"Yuffie," he countered with a stern voice. "Turn around and get ready before I change my mind."
"Okay, Mister Pushy! I was merely joking. You know I'm not a pervert!"
"I would beg to differ." His visible grin appearing upon his pallid-lips. The slight snort emitting from her almost made him laugh. She was not a pervert, but she never said he wasn't either. He could not help to briefly glance over his shoulder and notice the beautiful curves she was gifted with, or her sensuous petite endowments. He had to think upon something else. Now wasn't the time to ponder upon such lustful visions, his other friends were in pain.
He quietly ushered her through the soundless halls of the newly constructed hospital, a small gift from Cid's vast donations. The old pilot never failed to bring a new look to the rustic home he loved. Yes, the smoking astronaut certainly desired to see his home to be as it was before ShinRa corrupted it. Rounding a sharp corner, they noticed a lifeless figure that looked as if it were solid stone.
Her heart fell from the sight of him. Gone was the vigourous rough talking pilot she had known. His slouching figure portrayed him beyond his age. The deepening furrows of his forehead embedded telltale signs of stress and worry. Rough stubble seemed longer now and more distinct against his bronzed skin. Yes, Cid Highwind certainly looked like Hell warmed over. No doubt he had been through it with his beloved's life slipping from his grasp.
Good God, it was so apparent he loved her. Even after the years of verbal abuse and mockery, he merely kept his true feelings locked inside his mind. No one realized his love for her until finally displaying it by marrying her. No, Cedric Highwind was not a man of vanity; he had always placed Shera's needs before his.
Hesitating, Yuffie gently placed a comforting hand upon a flaccid shoulder, the stony posture made her cringe inwardly. His dirty blue-eyes languidly cast a somber expression giving her the perception of his anxiety. The grey orbs almost had a chilling effect on her, the hollowness froze all compassion and warmth she obtained, they seemed almost, soulless.
Vincent encircled his lean arms around her waste and beckoned her to sit upon his firm lap. His emotionless-eyes seemed to extract a fleck of sympathy for the broken pilot. Truly, he felt pity for the man slumped beside of him. It was indeed taxing to see a loved one waver upon the edge of death. He could not comprehend if his love where in such a position. If so, the moment of her demise, he too, would also die, thus accompanying her within death. Cid seemed to be pondering upon those lines. And for that, Vincent honestly empathized for him.
"Cid, how is she?" he spoke in a low voice.
"My wife's dying and you ask me how she is, Christ, Vincent!" Cid rose from his seat and glared at the tiled floor. "Go see her, the doctors say she may not last through the night." He turned to Yuffie. "She wanted to see you, Yuffie. It would please her greatly if you went."
Yuffie placed an ivory hand upon his trembling arm; the very sentence was apparently hard for him to utter. "All right, Cid," she whispered with sympathy. "I'll see her now." Yuffie glanced at the closed door and then back to Vincent. "I'll be back as soon as I can, Vincent."
He said nothing to her low assurance, giving her a brief nod, he urged her to continue. The incessant need to visit her ailing friend almost compelled her to run. Warm bile bubbled from the depths of her tiny stomach, almost threatening to erupt at any moment, her tension always got the better of her.
She could not help but think of the reasons why or of all people, Shera had to die. Was it some perverse game the gods or Fates played upon mortals? What kind of morose satisfaction did they have out of causing pain to underlings? True, man, in the face of nature was held low and insignificant, thus, becoming a perfect pawn to control. Ah yes, superior beings had a grand time out of making humanity's strain even worse.
Yuffie inwardly cursed every god she knew, how could they take such an innocent person and cause grief to all whom adored her? She admonished her faith to whatever god she still felt sentience to. Was it not enough they interfered with her life, taking away her family, then a great woman who befriended her upon last year's quest, and now, a kind soul that she had yet the chance to know? What kind of merciful beings enjoyed fucking up her wretched life even more?
Her pessimistic thoughts were cast aside when reaching the intensive care unit. The constant ringing of telephones and bustling staff workers echoed throughout the brightly lit halls, as if having no time to stop and noticing her obtruding entrance. People were indeed too busy to observe anything other than what mainly concerned their pitiful lives.
With a sigh, she cautiously made her way past various kinds of hospital machinery and other obstacles standing in-between her and her hesitant destination. The slight prolonging made her even more timid to visit her ailing friend.
She walked the marble floors like a man sentenced to death. The pallid walls screamed to her with pristine agony as if trying to draw her attention to their beckoning pleas. They, however, went unnoticed by her contemplating visage. Yuffie Kisaragi had other things to ponder upon other than personified figments of her imagination.
Her distraught journey reached its inevitable end when her sight focused upon the closed door with apathy. Even the wooden structure looked as if it would call for her service in its pained state. Inanimate objects actually pleading for her help; now she was off the deep end. It was quite humourous to find her finally ill within the mind; Cid would certainly have a field day with this great epiphany.
With a hesitant sigh, she silently knocked upon the wooden door and allowed herself in without invitation. Her hollow face melted into a stark expression when noticing the slumped form upon the bed. Everything she thought this figure to be was now an inherent lie; this was not Shera Highwind.
The myriad of tubing impaled what was once flawless ivory skin, now created a grotesque display upon violet, tattered flesh. Ghost-like strands of russet-hair curved the gaunt cheeks with chilling beauty. No, this was not the lively scientist she had had a heartfelt conversion with on the previous eve. This appalling figure held almost ethereal-like qualities that no living being dared dreamt to obtain.
She gazed at the suspended form as if transfixed by the sheer denial she held within the recesses of her mind. No, she wasn't going to die, she couldn't. What kind of cruel joke could Fate deal with this family? The bonds that united this couple were too strong to break and fall into oblivion; there was so much to live for. How could Shera fall from the land of the living, leaving Cid to hold the bag? She couldn't.
However, she could not deny the thin mask of death enveloping the beautiful technician. No wonder Cid looked as if his soul was missing, Shera was his soul, his entire being. By the gods, if it were not apparent now, then it would never be. Cid Highwind truly loved this thin wisp of inadequate splendour. This poor example of a human, much in feeble despair, had torn his heart asunder. Shera was his life. Without her, he would decay and fall to the frigid earth with the last utterance of her name upon his breath.
Taking a step closer, Yuffie examined the other alien appendages intruding upon her tiny form. Shiva, she had never realized such procedures would take a toll upon one's body. The wiring and congealed tubing appeared to cause more conflict than helping sustain her fragile life. Christ, what had these wretched quacks done to her? The tiny Shinobi wished to cry her heart out within the room.
Her oceanic-eyes stared at her with true despondency; she would not make it. No, not even Cures or potions could stop such inevitability. She would die. And with that, Yuffie held her head in despair.
"Yuffie?"
Her aching head shot up from the sudden acknowledgment. It was like staring at the face of death through her speaker's pained expression. Shera, although battle-worn and tired, still carried a small smile of apparent contentment. The clear tubes clanked against the metal bedrail when she tried to shift herself in a better position. Yuffie automatically halted her from causing any more damage to her feeble form. With a somber smile, she whispered, "Don't cause yourself any more pain, girl, Cid will kill me if he knows you've keeled over because of me!"
"Cid…" she whispered above a solemn tone, her fleeting expression fell to one of true sorrow. Refusing to take her eyes away from the ruffled sheets, she mumbled, "He worries too much, Yuffie. I do not wish him to be upset about this. I could never be so happy as I am now."
"Shera…"
The aging technician gently nodded to her visitor's concern. "It's going to be fine for me. I have accepted what the doctors have diagnosed, and I'm all right with it. My main worry now is my husband and child. I heard she's beautiful, I have not had the chance to actually see her…yet."
Yuffie read the thin plea within her tone. It was a shame she had not seen what a lovely child she had brought into the world. With impending sympathy, she murmured, "When will they allow you to see it?"
"I don't know. The doctors said it would some time before bringing her here. Tests still need to be done since she almost died; they wish to keep close watch on any problem that may occur. I fear for her life, Yuffie. I could not bear it knowing that she died without having the chance to live. I fear that if I leave, Cid will never be the man I fell in love with, and I fear he too, will give up upon life and end his."
She could not counter her dark words; they rang all too true. With her death, Cid would go into an unreachable depression, never to recover or return to the life he had known. No, it was quite apparent her old friend would change into a decrepit hermit that shielded himself from the world, much like…Vincent. Yes, he had known that pain to lose someone dear. Perhaps, he could lend a bit of sympathy to the pilot.
The concrete fact of Shera's fear struck a nerve within, she could not give up like this; there was so much to live for. With unhindered aspiration, she rebuked, "Don't think that, Shera! You cannot just cower and give up like this! You will live and laugh about how frightened you were! This is nothing compared to what dangers you have faced before. Don't give into uncertainty, you have too much to leave behind."
"Yuffie," she expressed a comforting smile, "There is a certain time and place to be. There is a beginning and is always followed by an ending. Whether we approve of the outcome or not, we cannot change what paths we are dealt. We must face what stands upon that walkway and overcome it. If not, we will be destroyed by our own insecurity. Even when the tide appears to take us under, we must fight to survive." Shera's smile melted, morphing to a somber frown.
"People die everyday, Yuffie. It is inevitable. However, what we do in life matters. If our actions lead us to prosperity or self-destruction, it is caused by our own ambition. Death is nothing, dear. Unless, you have regret, you must never leave this world with it, it will destroy your soul.
"Please, don't believe this is anyone's fault. It is time for me, I know. I can feel the release from this pain right now. It's a peaceful sensation, Yuffie." She murmured under her light breath. "I used to be so afraid to die, but after meeting Cid, I could never feel it again. Even now, all I know is peace. Before I pass on however, all I wish to see is my daughter and husband. I want to be held before I rest in eternal slumber. The comfort of knowing they are with me brings true peace to my mind. If I did not say goodbye to them, I would hold that guilt for eternity."
Her pleading-eyes stared into Yuffie's tearstained ones with comfort. "I understand I have not had the chance to become friends with you as I would have liked. No wonder Tifa and Marlene are fond you, you light up a room filled with darkness. Cid once to told me that he considered you to be the niece he never had. I see why he cares for you in such a way. Never believe what others say about you, girl. It is quite redundant people can utter such lies to one so beautiful.
"But promise me this, Yuffie." Her light voice rendered a grave warning. "Don't live your life without acknowledging that you are loved. The search of finding such euphoria is usually in front of you. Yuffie, you have someone right now that would offer his soul for you; I know it. Don't allow him to slip through your grasp, you will forever question if it was worth it."
Yuffie tightened her grip upon the metal bar. Eyeing her ailing friend, she forced the warm tears from falling. How could she promise her something that was out of her hands? How could she allow this kind soul to leave before her time, she couldn't. But of course, Shera's fate was out of her control. Whatever gods existed had no heart. Their cruelty of letting this woman die brought forth a new hatred within her. She despised fate.
"I promise, but you are wrong, Shera. You give up too easily and I know you will see for yourself. Cid will not grieve over your loss, if you're with him. I trust you to survive, and you will. Don't rely upon other beings to pull you away from life. You are much too strong to allow such a petty end."
Her russet-eyes gleamed with what could be considered unaltered hope. Perhaps, she had struck a nerve in her. Yes, Shera's visage did seem more optimistic, her eyes proved as much. She would live; Yuffie had confidence in that.
Without thought, she pulled a red orb from her bracelet. The gleaming sphere seemed to burn with a fiery passion from within. Her shaking hand gently placed it into the older woman's pallid palm. With a small smile, she gently spoke, "This is Leviathan, a Materia my father had once given me for my victory in defeating him. It has always brought me luck and somewhat happiness and I believe it should be passed on to you."
"But Yuffie-" Shera tried to protest.
"No, take it. I want you to have it because you are my friend and I want you to have something. It's a very special Materia, handed down from generation to generation. I believe it should start anew as I have. May it always bring you luck and happiness."
Shera tightened her grasp upon the tiny Summon with gratitude. "Thank-you, Yuffie, thank-you for your kindness and consideration. I know we will future chats, whenever I am better, I trust in that now."
"Good, I know we will." She murmured with hope.
The beautiful mother placed a comforting hand upon her forearm. "Indeed we shall. But, go and find my husband now, I must speak with him."
"All right, Shera, I'll be back in a few minutes…"
Shera watched the young heiress exit the dismal room with evident hope. A small frown replaced her once-smiling expression; she had lied to her. The possibilities of her surviving this were very slim, almost unfeasible. She hated to comfort Yuffie with lies of false hope but had no choice. The thin wish of the Shinobi finding happiness brought a small smile to her tired lips.
She was dying; she knew that. But the small desire to hold her daughter and wish her husband farewell weighed heavily upon her trouble mind. She hated to go, but had no control over the inevitable. The gods were indeed strange as to pull her away from the things she loved most. Shera knew her time would come, but she never expected it to be so soon.
The slight breeze from the open window gently kissed her pallid cheeks. Yes, she could let go after saying goodbye. Death was merely another stage in one's life, but why did it feel so dismal? Why could she not let go now and find peace? It was as if some unseen force kept her here in painful confinement of her weary form. She couldn't go, not right now. Yuffie was right there was too much to surrender.
Her right hand tightly curled around the fragile orb. The tiny Summon seemed to calm her nerves with dulcet tones from the watery depths of elation. Its symphonic suite filled her with a drowsy tranquility that drugs could not even offer. Yes, right now, she felt at peace. The calming sense that resided within brought a new belief within her tired mind. Hope. The dreary conviction of fate seemed futile now. No, be it her destiny to live or die, she would always be with her family.
Yuffie was right; she could not fade out like this. Her breathing slowly returned when fondling the tiny orb. Her reddened-eyes concentrated upon the fiery Summon with childlike fascination, realizing it being a great sacrifice to part with such a valuable sentiment. Shera could never thank the young ninja enough for her kindness. No wonder Vincent loved her. Everything about her radiated with blissful intrigue.
The opening of the hospital door halted the mental battle between what she knew and believed. Her small smile widened to see the love of her life filled with brimming hope. His cool-eyes showing slight relief within them, most likely, from Yuffie's positive influence.
She felt him carefully wrap his arms around her sore shoulder; the trembling sensation of her husband's comfort was almost unbearable. With a jagged sigh, Cid gazed into her chocolate-eyes with a desperate expression, his cool hands gently caressing her tender arms. "I love you," she murmured barely above a whisper.
Cid stood with blank withdrawal, the silent shock of her love reaching his aching mind with longing confidence. Rubbing his bristly face, he chided, "And I love you too, woman. Don't die on me, I could not bear to not have you with me now."
Her tired heart burst with mutual exultation, this was bliss. "I don't plan on it, captain. I never intend to leave you, my love."
He pulled her closer, minding the fine machinery and tubing. "You know if you did, I would drag your sassy ass back to me! Girl, you do not realize how much trouble I have gone through for you! If I had to save your life from another rocket launch, I would do it without a second thought. Shera, if you left me, you would take everything with you. Screw what these quacks believe, you're staying here, with me."
"Hearing that from you, love, makes believe in living. Without you, I could never find purpose, captain. I'm happy here, with you."
"Shiana's beautiful, you will see her soon. The doctors say she's in perfect condition."
Shera's smile widened. "I'm relieved to hear that, captain."
Cid snorted with apparent disgust. "Shera, we're married now, call by my name. I would enjoy hearing you say my name from your lips."
"Cid Highwind…" she sweetly murmured. "The man who made life a living hell, and yet, I fully enjoyed each and every torturous moment!"
Her sweet voice intoxicated his mind with impending desire. God, this woman was dangerous to his sanity. And yet, he loved to hear her outspoken comments and advice. Shera was the calm, serene piece of his soul. Without her, how could he survive?
"Where are Yuffie and Vincent, I thought they would be here?"
He placed an assuring kiss upon her ashen cheek. Smiling, he murmured, "They're coming…with Shiana, love."
Her idle arms embraced her husband out of comfort. Yes, she could actually feel her strength somewhat returning. When did she even begin to feel her life return with such placation? It wasn't until her friend placed the tiny orb within her pallid palm, did she even begin to feel herself coming back from the invisible void that desired her soul. Lucky Summon, bah. This gift was a godsend from a sweet angel that took pity upon her wretched form. God, she was brilliant.
"What's that?" Cid asked, uncurling her palm.
Shera lightly grinned. "A gift from an angel."
He said nothing; he didn't need to. He already knew who this angel was and secretly commended her for the kindness she bestowed. This young seraph certainly held a special place within his heart. Especially when, she had brought hope back into his life. Yes, he could see why Vincent would turn on any that tried to take her away; she was indeed precious.
"Gawd, Cid, I would think you wouldn't be doing that to her until you were home! Good God, I'm blinded! Vincent, hide me!" Yuffie chuckled, albeit loudly.
Cid cringed from her dirty comment. Countering, he muttered, "Shut-up, brat, if you know what's good for you."
Yuffie cast an insidious grin. "What's good for me," she remarked. "Hmm, well I guess I should take this little bundle of joy back to its crib, later Cid."
"Give me my daughter, thief."
She carefully handed the proud father his little girl. She could not help but smile from his beaming expression. Cid would indeed be a good father. Well, except his use of vocabulary and raucous habits. But still no one was perfect, least of all her smoking comrade.
Vincent gently squeezed her arm in mutual appeasement. Yes, he too, enjoyed this picturesque moment of what a family should be. It was such a shame he would never discuss what his life was like as a child. She briefly wondered if his childhood was at all like his days as a Turk, she trembled from the thought. No, Vincent had shown too much of himself to extract anything relating to an abused childhood, like…Reno's.
Yuffie briefly closed her eyes with unyielding sympathy toward the Turk. He too, had lived a hellish childhood, one she could never hope to understand. However, scars healed and remained as remnants from past wounds. His condition was light compared to the man beside of her. Vincent's scars were beyond the surface, his were inside the core of his soul.
She basked in the belief of him finally healing from the pain Hojo had inflicted and finally starting to move on with his life. She had heard his laughter. The deep dulcet sound of his rich voice made her tremble with utter awe. Yes, she loved to hear him laugh, even if the simple gesture wasn't amusing, he still brought a smile to her face. Even now, she felt true comfort within his protective embrace. How could she ever go on without him?
She couldn't. No, she could never affirm to leave his side. The brief questioning of him considering her more than a friend surged through her idyllic thoughts. His soft grasp clung to her like a second skin, as if being melded against her for eternity. Yes, she felt welcome within his demonic hold. The very sight was morbid, and yet, right. A life without him would not be life at all; she knew that. Reno could never compare to his need for her, their souls were the same.
He lent his head upon her soft shoulder, gently nuzzling the exposed skin. His dark mane teased her smooth chin with chilling delights. God, he was so…wonderful. She almost moaned from his sensual contact. Good God, had he forgotten they were in the presence of others? Not to mention, people they knew? Cid would have a glorious time out of making their lives hell. Yes, she could see it now, she and Vincent making out in front of a family. Jolly good.
She quickly nudged his ribcage. However, her meager attempts to stop him furthered his opulent advance. God, Vincent could be an ass at times, a very nice ass that is. She tried to hold back the bottled sounds of pleasure, but failed. The questioning expressions she received made her face redden and sought shelter within his leather trench coat.
Vincent shot the couple a glare not to question. Christ, it was bad enough he had embarrassed Yuffie, let alone, others making a mockery of it. Of course, she did moan… He was not wrong about her explicit sound; yes, it was a moan. Gods, the waiting seemed almost too much. Ah yes, the sensual little vixen would be punished for torturing him like this. It was rather odd that he had not felt sentiment to anything like this until he met her.
He could not decipher what happened in this scant of days, other than another need overrode his cautious actions. Yuffie brought out another part of him he had never known existed. And for that, she would pay. Ah yes, she would compensate for her audacity in making him fall completely in love with her…
Standing from his wife's side, Cid approached them with a half-smirk. "You two should get a room, you know? I'd appreciate my daughter not being corrupted at such a young age." He lightly chuckled from his jest. "I appreciate you coming to see us. Truly, you're very kind to stop by."
Vincent gently shook his hand in silent recognition. "It was no trouble, Cid. If you need us, I have my PHS."
The blonde slightly nodded and turned his icy attention to Yuffie. "Girl, you keep him in line for me. I cannot watch lover-boy all of the time."
"Cid!" she kicked his shin in fuming embarrassment. "Go to Hell and spawn demon children with Jenova! We all know you fantasized about her on the Highwind. I almost went insane hearing your constant moaning of the 'blue one'!" she chuckled before hiding behind her bemused guardian.
"Still the same I see. You can forget my kind offer of heaving your sorry ass in my airship, girl."
Yuffie snickered from his mock-threat. "I'd rather roast in Hell than ride that accursed piece of junk again. Vincent's bike is much better than a rusted scrap of bolts that can barely fly!"
"Right…" he chortled with disbelief. "And I'm sure he adores you clinging to him for dear life as well?"
"Indeed. Vincent loves me grabbing him!" her expression grew stark. "Uh, I did not mean that!"
"I'm sure you didn't! God, it's apparent you didn't mean grabbing him in like manner."
Her face turned to a deeper shade of scarlet. God, this was hell. Before she could comment, Vincent whisked her into his arms and nodded a friendly good-bye to their perplexed friends. Her downcast-eyes focused upon the black buttons of his dark shirt, hoping to the gods he would not scold her. She felt him shift her chin to face him, his eyes void of expression.
Yuffie felt the bile rise within her neck. God, he was pissed. Without thought, she began to apologize for her little jest with Cid. She did not realize it would be blown out of proportion. His crimson-eyes bore into her skin, setting her on fire. The sable-brows knitted together as if in deep contemplation. She knew he was angry; the silent response seemed to state the obvious.
Yuffie closed her eyes, expecting to receive a piercing lecture. However, the laughter erupting from his chest brought shock to her cringing form. The glorious tone of his laughter made her soul quiver with a thousand burning sensations. Vincent Valentine was actually laughing at something that would seem humiliating to others? Isis, what was wrong with him?
"Vincent, are you all right?"
His jubilant expression did not need a verbal answer. With a quick sweep of his arms he gently shifted her close to his face. Yuffie could not help but absently stare into the bloodied depths of his eyes, his very soul shown throughout the ruby orbs with true gratification. He was happy with her.
"That was what you would deem as humourous, is it not, my dear? And to think, you believed I was angry with you! It is quite enjoyable to return the joke!"
Yuffie punched his firm chest. "I hate you, Vincent Valentine! May you burn in Hell with Cid!"
"I'm sure you would enjoy seeing me in utter torment because of a jest, dearest. You would certainly be the one extracting the torture."
"No," she muttered slyly. "No, I would be the one driving a hot poker up your ass! I'm sure you would enjoy me doing that!"
Vincent leaned in, their lips barely an inch apart, and he, restlessly breathing upon her flawless face. Aw, the very beauty of her milk-toned skin made him ache to touch her. "I wouldn't be tormented any other way, angel. Even burning within the depths of Hell, I would be relieved just to hear your teasing voice."
"Vincent…" she murmured before being interrupted by Cid's mocking voice.
"Guys, can you please get a room! I can hear you with the door closed! Shera's actually doing better and you're making her ill with your teenaged fondling! For the love of God, go!"
Yuffie bit her lip as she felt Vincent tense. "Fine, Ciddy-poo, we'll go! But, don't expect us to be kind and drop by again!"
"I'm sure your presence will be greatly missed, brat." He ruffled her hair. "Shera said thanks for the gift, she'll always treasure it. I can't believe you gave that Summon up! But, thanks, for bringing her out of it. I know she was down and did not believe she would survive. You restored her faith and I am forever indebted."
"Oh, Cid," she tightly embraced the smiling pilot. "You're very welcome. I promise I'll visit you soon. Make sure Shera keeps that with her until she's fully well. It's sorta lucky."
The aging pilot briefly nodded and smiled with true appreciation. "I'll make sure she doesn't throw it in the toilet by accident. Behave yourself, kid." He turned his attention to her silent guardian. "Vincent, keep your hands to yourself! We all know you're curious!" He chuckled before cringing from his dark friend's admonishing glare.
Yuffie giggled as she heard Cid lock the room door, Vincent certainly had a way with people. She mindlessly placed her head against his chest, the deepening roar of his heart made her shudder with unexplained elation. God, he was so nice.
Vincent carefully carried her to the bike and gently placed her in-between him and the controls. He tenderly pulled her against his chest and lightly nuzzled a shoulder. "Where to now, dear?" he randomly murmured.
Yuffie groaned from his light ministrations. God, could he be any more enticing? With a breathless sigh, she whispered, "Wherever…you…are going, Vincent. That is where I want to be."
His heart ached with subtle desire. There was so much meaning behind her words and the tone of voice she applied. Ah yes, she meant more than just his sense of direction, she meant staying with him. His soul melted from the sweet surrender of her apparent submission. This was paradise. Yes, she would soon know what it would be to stay with him. He could give her anything, as long as she settled for his flawed character. Gods, if she would give into her primal desires, she would realize this was right.
With that thought in mind, he gently traced a cheek over her bare shoulder. Her sense of style was indeed enticing. Her womanly class shown greatly through the elegant clothing and fashion she donned. He could not help but trace his fingers over the soft satin-like fabric. The myriad of blues melded into her top like a star-filled sky made her even more intriguing. God, she was so beautiful.
"We still have a few days, Yuffie. Would you care to visit the City of the Ancients and pay our regards to Aerith? I'm sure you've not been there since Meteor. Would you like to go?"
Yuffie nuzzled his firm chest. "Yes," she murmured barely above a whisper. "It's as if you read my mind, Vincent. I have wanted to visit the Forgotten Capital for quite some time now."
Vincent gingerly smiled from her sweet acceptance. She was wonderful. He could not describe the emotion he felt when around her. Yes, Yuffie had painstakingly grown on him. He did not hide from the fact he loved her, nor that he would do anything for her. Yes, his angel would soon realize that being without her, would utterly destroy him.
The very scent of her enthralled his animalistic senses. He knew she was the one. Lucrecia could never fill the void as Yuffie had. And for that, he refused to let her go. Even if he became an obsessive monster in the end, he would obtain her and the love she produced. His beastly heart beat with thundering reassurance of her requited love. All he had to do was wait.
However, the process of patience was not one of his virtues. He deduced he would have to work on that. Well, at least his angel could help him through his incorrigible flaws. She was, of course, his answer. He could not be wrong about this. The indescribable feeling he experienced was true, unconditional love. And she; would notice her sentiments being the same. His heart and inner demons told him so.
Author's Note: As promised, Chapter Fourteen. I actually had time to write! (Grins.) Hopefully, I'll have Chapter Fifteen up sometime soon. I must ponder upon how to approach it. I guess a repetitive song gets me through writing a chapter; it did for this one. ('Safe and Sound', by Sheryl Crow, lovely song!) Thank-you everyone who has taken time to read this thus far! I greatly appreciate your reviews, comments, etc! Truly, they have been quite motivating! ^_^
Oh, and to the reviewer that asked if my name was related to the band, Kittie, it's actually not. I just thought the name was cute. Although, Brackish and Charlotte are indeed lovely songs! ^_^;