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The Flame of You
Chapter 17
The chilling wind bit at her pallid face, slightly emitting a shiver from her. Her head throbbed from the painful recollection of what happened on the previous eve. The gathering thoughts of being in the icy water made her shudder. The disoriented ninja emanated a slight groan as she tried to focus her sore eyes.
Much to her dismay, Yuffie lost the metal battle of consciousness and closed the blurred orbs. The single comfort of the warmth beside of her brought a tiny smile to her pale-lips. In her mind, she knew exactly what it was giving her total placation, Vincent.
"Vincent," she gently murmured above a whisper, knowing he would not hear her silent calling.
Oh, how she remembered his strength when he hauled her out of the icy arms of death. His stalwart hold eluded her weak form away from her watery demise, showing her how much he truly cared. The tiny gesture in itself made her disrupted soul ease with the tranquility of hope. Vincent could have left her to die; she was technically his enemy…
But, he didn't. Her dark guardian rescued her and troubled himself with saving her piteous life. He did not have to save her, why did he? Why would Vincent care if she fell into death's firm grasp? He would be free of his contract to her. Besides, he had a life that was unfortunately interrupted by her impromptu appearance. Vincent did not need a troublesome teenager tailing his life. And yet, she knew that was not the reason he saved her.
Her heart ached with the integral thoughts with why he did. Perhaps, it was something more than a debt he owed, or the obligation of protecting her. However, she could not decipher what drove him to be so considerate. He could never love her. That, in its self, was impossible.
A solemn tear fell from an eye with her pained thoughts. How could he even begin to love someone such as herself? Vincent was and would always be in love with Lucrecia, a lady that never loved him. Anger filled her saddened heart with the thoughts of the dead scientist turning her back on him. She never deserved someone like Vincent. No wonder she chose Hojo over him, reckless hearts always chose the foolish path.
Just like her. Yuffie was reckless with her alleged love toward Reno. It was so simplistic that she could chain herself to someone who never even gave her the time of day. Foolish that she was, without her stubborn drive to find him, she would have never met Vincent. Perhaps, her irrational infatuation led her to him. Maybe… No, she could not set her hopes so high.
Yuffie felt the gentle stroke of something warm and furry. She could barely remember Vincent telling her to trust him. Vincent… Ah yes, her mind gently rolled out the name like dripping honey. The wonton desire to taste such sugary pleasure induced her clouded mind. Yuffie rubbed her eyes with a bare hand, noticing the naked flesh. Her cerulean gaze slightly widened as she noticed other inapt aspects.
Her bare skin lightly graced against something soft and furry. The gentle feel of the warm texture somehow gave her true comfort, as if this was almost…natural. Turning her watery gaze, she noticed a giant violet form with its massive arms secured around her tiny waist, its tail gently wrapped around her right leg. Good God, this giant creature was nothing short of unnerving. And yet, comforting at the same time.
Yuffie watched the slow, rhythmic breathing the enormous form took, its deep breaths gently caressing her neck. She faintly smiled at the imposing beast with true appreciation. This was no beast; this was Vincent. Somehow, even within this arcane form, Vincent was still there. The succor he emitted was truly appreciated as she reflected upon why he sacrificed his dignity and revealed his other side.
Oh, how it must have pained him to transform in order to save her. She never imagined someone showing such kindness toward her. It was a pity no one could see him for what he truly was, an angel. She could not help but emit tears of appreciation for his kind gesture.
She courageously stared into his demonic visage, seeing only the torn regret and self-hatred of him self. Her heart reached out for him with the inconstancy of fighting this solitary battle by himself. Vincent was so alone. He had no one to rely upon, not even family. The world would merely turn their backs on him for what he was. Yufie refused to call him what the others dared to say with cruel humour. Vincent was far from being a heartless monster.
Her prolonged denial of the love she accumulated for him shown with her pristine tears of heartache. She could not help but love him for who and what he was. Even if she stared at the face of an inhuman creature, she could still only see Vincent. This guise of an alleged monster was nothing more than a façade of what he truly was.
The man she loved was hidden beneath this layer of fur and claws. Even within the Galian Beast, Vincent still resided within it. She inwardly knew he could never harm her. Her mind briefly wondered if this moment would last, her heart praying it would be so. She knew there would be no other that could make her feel this way. Even though, she was barely a woman, it was apparent she could not find this love again. Vincent was the one; she knew it.
A triumphant smile breached her lips from the enlightening realization that her search had somehow led to him, and thus, shaping itself into something she could only wish for. Vincent was not a knight in shining armour, but he was far from the ordinary men she seen every day. This man was truly a rarity among the normal populace. And yet, she could not see anything wrong with his domineering aura. Truly, he was anything but plain, and that was what she needed.
Vincent had delivered her from the hell she had known as her life. Even now, he was putting aside his aspirations of faceting his guise and revealing his true self. How could he hate what, or actually, who he was? She almost cried from the thought of him loathing his other sides. Her shadowed guardian was not a horrid creature that kidnapped children during the night; no, he was still himself.
He had tried to hide his beastly forms during Meteor. The frail idea of Avalanche cringing from his grotesque form always troubled him. It was haunting to remember his ashamed retreat from them after he transformed. She never realized the pain he must have bore when mending the torn garments and shielding himself from them. Gods, no one ever shown him comfort when he needed it the most, not even her. And for that, she felt guilty.
Vincent was not the monster, she was. How could she have not noticed his evident pain and done something? Like an orphan child, he was alone. No one ever visited him or even shown the fleck of concern to call him. It was almost disturbing to think of Avalanche and the others not attempting to keep in contact with him. How could they not confide in him, when he wanted nothing from them? No, he would not be alone anymore.
She, too, was like an abandoned child. Except, she had a home and family to return to, Vincent had no one. Within his torn life, the dark man had lost everyone he cared for. His family, his tragic love; all gone, all gone down in the fiery flames of death. Not this time. No, she refused to leave him as the others had. He needed someone to guide him away from the darkness and she would be the one to do so. Vincent would no longer wonder alone through the icy depths of his heart, she would be there to assure him that she would not abandon him.
He deserved so much, after the harsh cruelty the world had inflicted upon him. Could he finally accept what he was and love her, knowing that this was right? If only fairy stories were true…
Closing her oceanic-eyes, she gently nestled the silken fur, knowing this massive beast was truly the man she longed to be with. A warm paw gently caressed her bare back, the sharp claws stroking her soft skin. Staring at his love with amber orbs, Vincent carefully stroked her smooth form with his great paw, knowing she somewhat enjoyed his cautious touch.
He did not dare try to wake her. The shameful knowledge of her staring at him with horror tore at his beastly heart. A low groan echoed within his throat, the harsh realization of her hating him pained him. He needed leave before she did see him like this… Like the true abomination he was.
He felt guilty for being in this accursed form, but he could not feel shame for loving her. Even with feral-eyes, he could see the tempestuous beauty beside of him. It was selfish to covet her. And yet, he could not give her up. Not even in this monstrous guise, could he dare cast her aside like an unneeded source of pleasure.
Her warm breath graced his furry chest and teased his mind. Yuffie did not realise her simple actions were tearing him apart. Of course, he rather enjoyed her sweet, subtle attempts of driving him into a lover's phantasmagoric insanity. Gods, this melodious torture was truly comforting to his angst-ridden mind. His angel certainly had a way for calming the beast inside of him; she was truly his compass.
However, his berated thoughts led him into another precipice of conflict. Yuffie could never love something that looked like monster from a child's horror story; he could not have her see him with this grotesque guise. How could she accept what he was, when he couldn't himself? Gods, she needed a man, not something that tried to be one. His dark heart pounded wildly against his indigo chest, regretting to move away from her.
He needed to however. Closing his feral-eyes, Vincent gently pulled away from her, only to notice her holding on to his retreating form. Yuffie stared at him with her vibrant sapphire orbs, with what could considered love. No, it could not be. She could never love such an abomination.
With a groan of shame, Vincent pulled himself free of her angelic grasp and fled from the tiny tent. The clouded sky greeted him with cold indifference as he forced himself to transform back into his former semblance. The painful recoil of his horns and claws broke his tender skin, allowing a flow of crimson to escape. The soft fur retreated from his body, leaving only bare flesh. Gods, it was painful enough to transform, but the reversion was unbearable.
His crimson-eyes adjusted to the poor light, noticing his torn garments. No doubt, Yuffie would scream once he entered the tent. She had seen him; he knew it. The subtle relationship they obtained would certainly be changed after this moment, and the regret he bore was almost too much.
His shoulders convulsed in the cold air, the apparent heartache extracting from his movements. He barely felt a pair of soft, warm hands gently caress his slumped shoulders, replacing his agony with semi-assurance. The warming comfort melted his heart as he felt the soft palms stroke his bare shoulders with sincerity. If only this were real…
Turning from the grey atmosphere, he noticed a pair of starlit-eyes gleaming back at him, the soft smile upon the rosy-lips silently telling him this was not a dream. Vincent held his head in shame from her encounter with his beastly appearance.
"Vincent," she murmured with an angelic tone, "don't hide your face from me…"
His bloodied-eyes locked onto her cerulean ones, the apparent regret held heavily within them. "Yuffie," he uttered barely above a whisper. "Yuffie, I'm sorry, so sorry…I-"
"Vincent, there's nothing you should be sorry for. It's all right."
If only it were. God, here she was, his angel, telling him everything was fine when it truly wasn't. Could she not see what others noticed? Could she not understand that he was nothing more than a monster pretending to be a man? The concept of her rebuking his touch made him shudder. She could not love him when he was nothing more than a damned creature.
"Yuffie," he muttered under his breath, the regret hanging heavily within his tone. "I want you to see me as a man, not a creature. I don't want you to be frightened of me like the others…were…"
Her heart shattered from his somber voice. No, he could not think she would despise him for his other forms; she would not have it. Shaking her head in defiance, Yuffie pulled his bloody gaze to meet hers. "Vincent, I'm not like the others. I will never be like them because, I'm not afraid, Vincent, I'm not afraid." She murmured with firmness. "Nor, am I ashamed to be with you. I don't care about what you look like; you'll always be who you are to me. You will forever be the man that has shown me kindness when others left me to fend for myself. Vincent, don't believe yourself to be anything other than what you are. You're too beautiful to be something so monstrous. Even in your others forms, you'll always be the man I see before me…"
Vincent cupped her face with his hands, knowing she spoke the truth. His heart cried out from the sudden realization, he could not be without her now. He knew this was meant to be. How else would they be at this point in time? She had accepted everything… His love endured his imposing form, his shameful past, and his other selves. No one else would be able to tolerate such a burden.
"Oh Yuffie," he gasped, before pulling her against him. "You do not realize how much you mean to me."
"Vincent, the feeling is the same. I care so much for you…I don't to want this to end…"
A wavering smile crossed his pallid-lips, as he gently nuzzled her waist with his disheveled mane. "As long as there's breath within this corrupted body, I will not allow it to."
Her heart raced from his sweet words. Gods, Vincent was truly an angel that had somehow fallen from the heavens. Well, a demonic angel to be more accurate. A contented smile crossed her lips as she lowered herself to meet his crimson gaze.
Her soul ached with satisfaction when noticing the beautiful smile he wore. She never realized Vincent could be so beautiful when revealing emotion. Shiva, he was truly handsome.
Vincent gazed at her tiny form, noticing she was merely holding onto a thin sheet around her chest. He did not wish to think what lay underneath the dark sheet, fully knowing the concealed sight harboured a beautiful body. It made his essence ache from the thought of it.
Oh, he longed to touch her. And, right now, the temptation of doing such a wanton action wreathed within his plagued form; he needed her as she needed him. In his innate mind, he knew this was right. Even though, many would believe him to be a perverse monster only desiring to deflower this young seraph. He fumed from the disgusted stares people gave when seeing them together. What was it their business to judge right from wrong?
Most were hypocritical wretches anyway. At least, this unspoken relationship between them was real and not a façade to cover-up the marred visage of a shamed existence. Whatever existed between he and Yuffie was more than friendship and far beyond simple acquaintance. This was love; he could feel it. Somewhere, deep inside his demonic heart, he knew she felt the same. Just looking into her starlit-eyes gave away the true emotion she felt, and it shown to be more than appreciation.
His human hand found its way to her mid-back, gently stroking the smooth surface. He read her cerulean gaze with spiritual contentment. The knowledge of her enjoying his ministrations eased his mind; the regret of her chastisement against him no longer plagued his tortured soul. He felt a light groan of what appeared to be pleasure, emit from her tiny form.
"Yuffie," he whispered within her hair.
Looking into his beautiful bloodstained-eyes, Yuffie gently nestled his broad chest. "Vincent," she murmured under her sweet breath. "Vincent, I know we need to get inside, but can we just stay like this for a few more minutes?"
He gazed into her pleading-eyes and exerted a gentle smile. "Of course, my angel, of course."
She felt his arms tighten around her, noticing the abundant warmth emitting from him. The ecstatic implement of his masculine strength embracing her tiny form, and she, fully allowing tranquil peace ease her troubled mind. Gods, if she had died, finding herself within his arms, she would be in paradise. To her, Vincent was Heaven.
A light smile traced her lips when she felt his light-breathing caress the nape of her neck. She shuttered slightly, feeling the male ruggedness he extracted. In her innate mind, Vincent was the perfect example of an aficionado model on the inside of trashy romance novels. The sense of perversity filled her, when she remembered ogling the models in the pictures.
Her smile widened, imaging Vincent replacing the shirtless male, clutching onto his love in a sexual stance, the breathless woman melting into her insignificant form, her expression full of desire. Yuffie's eyes widened, albeit slowly, the vivid, mental image burning into her mind. If only, this was not just a thought from her wondering imagination… If only, it were real…
She abruptly cast the lustful thought aside, noticing Vincent's hand was gently stroking the small of her back. She inwardly moaned, feeling the electrifying energy emitting from his broad form. Her soul screamed for more of the generous exchange of power. She briefly wondered if she would like this if they were in a more intimate position. Like… No, she could not think on that.
What would he believe if he knew she imagined him sweat-stained, naked, and inside of her? He would die from the prospect of it. And yet, right now, it did not seem that way. Perhaps, Vincent felt the same way about her. If only, he could see the woman inside her childlike body.
Yuffie knew she would not mature beyond this point; she would always stay trapped within the guise of a child. The cruelty of her family's genetics doomed her to be petite, childish. She tried to exceed her height and look more feminine. She could cheat by a physician's help, but appearance was not everything. Besides, who would want her after altering herself? Reno sure as hell denied her. Vincent would find the same justifications to leave her.
Why had he not after seeing what lay under the clothing? Did he not notice the myriad of scars and fine lines caused from battles? Did he not see the markings from her countrymen? Odin, the scars alone were enough to turn away in disgust. She was nothing more that a marred piece of flesh that many held with antipathy.
A warm tear fell from a cerulean orb, extending evidence of sadness. The cooling droplet was smoothed away with a warm finger, the tender grace of contact made her look at him. Even within those crimson-eyes, she could lose herself within their bloody depths. The compassion within them evoked her to do something relatively stupid, like telling him her true thoughts and feelings. She knew, in the end, he would leave her. And that thought, hurt terribly.
He promised her this would not end, and Vincent never broke his word. Inwardly, she knew he would stay by her side, never leaving her to stumble within the darkness. Vincent was her light, her life now. She was so foolish not to realize he had always been the man for her. Like the missing piece to a complicated puzzle, Vincent was the key. His eternal flame would forever burn every fiber of her being. Within an eternal blaze of passion, they would consume each other, wanting more. Yes, within her soul, she knew Vincent was the other half of her; she just had to find him.
She briefly noticed his light nestle. The smooth texture of his pallid cheek caused goose bumps to overrun her tender flesh. Even his lightest of touches brought forth the Valkyrie-like woman within her. Her fettered soul was released by his mere touch. Did he not realise how much she loved him? Did he not see the burning desire inflaming within her? Gods, this was beyond madness.
It was a pity she did not realise he felt the same way. Even now, his dark mind thought upon the tenderness of her silken body under his. Oh, how his mind briefly traced upon the image of her flawless, perspired skin gently colliding with his. The idea brought him on the brink of insanity.
Right now, he desired her. This was more than mere lust. Vincent knew this joining was right. Something within his inborne mind gently murmured assuring thoughts upon his concerns. The simple thought of he and her sharing something that only the truest of lovers could obtain, tore at his heart. He needed this; she needed this. God, how could he make her see this was natural, right? Soon, yes soon, he would show her his demonic heart and take the chance of becoming one with this seraph.
This was more than a way for true redemption, this was the possibility for happiness; something he never dreamt of having. Yuffie brought him this far, and she would take him the rest of the way. She did not understand how much impact she had on him. He would make her see, oh yes, he would make her believe in her dreams.
He inwardly knew, she would settle for a demon like him, the impenetrable bond between them shown brightly within the darkening void of eternity; the golden strand standing out like a great epiphany. Vincent felt as if wings burst from his back, allowing him to take a chance to fly into the unknown. With Yuffie, he could finally face the cruel glares people gave.
His greying skies were turning to a bright shade a blue, the sunlight within his dark soul shining brightly. The angel within his demonic grasp had done this, all of it. Damn her, for being so pure. She had truly enchanted a demon with her mystical foray of fascination. She would soon realise her mistake in making an abomination fall for her. Oh yes, she would regret having a monster for a lover.
A wolfish smile came to his lips. Yuffie would want no other for a mate, he would make sure of it. He inwardly knew he could make her happy, far better than any man could. It wasn't lust that linked him to her, but more. Vincent was in love with his family's enemy, and he could care less. He would give her anything she could possibly desire, even, wings to help her fly.
He bravely placed warm lips upon her exposed neck; feeling a light moan came deep within her throat. "Yuffie, angel," he hoarsely murmured, "we must leave soon."
He felt a light groan of reluctance within her dulcet voice. "All right," she whispered in a light breath. "I'm ready to go with you, Vincent."
His heart raced, seeing the warm smile upon her rosy-lips. He gently cradled his hand against her face and brushed back an unruly strand of russet. "Yuffie, we will rent us a room and enjoy what Icicle Village has to offer. Maybe even," he hesitated, "snowboard…"
Her oceanic-eyes lit up from his last word. "Really? Do you mean you would, with me? Oh, Vincent!" She tightened her arms around his lean waist. "I cannot believe you would do that to…please me! You're truly an angel!"
He lightly nuzzled the top of her head. "I want to make you happy, Yuffie. Besides, I want to start doing things again…I want to enjoy life…again."
The former Turk felt the light nestle around his firm chest. Sighing with content, Vincent gently lifted her into his arms and retreated within the minute tent. He noticed the sheet hanging loosely around her shoulders. His brief thought of what lay under the makeshift garb teased his mind. Shaking his ebon mane, Vincent kindly turned for her to find something more suitable.
He did not see her sincere smile when he turned around. Vincent was truly a gentleman to consider being discreet. She knew men would try to gawk at what lay under the sheet. Even Cloud would probably take the chance to see her Hydra-like form. Well, he probably would until donning a leg-shackle to Tifa. He had no need to stare since Tifa had the body of a goddess.
Yuffie dropped the dark, wrinkled sheet upon the ground and scavenged through her bags. A brief grin appeared upon her face as she pulled on a pair of black-leather pants and a red, backless top. She realised it was rather obtuse to go out in the blistering cold like this. Of course, she knew Vincent would look at her with awe for a moment and buckle her down with his trench coat. The very thought brought an appeased smile to her rosy-lips.
She noticed him still in his nearly nude glory. Shaking her tangled mop, Yuffie turned from the ebullient sight and chortled, "Vincent, you change if you need to, I won't look…well try not to anyway!"
A light chuckle was heard from the background. She did not notice Vincent looming behind her back, his breath gently cascading against her bare back. In a huskily whisper, he murmured, "I appreciate your discreet consideration, angel. I'll be ready in a moment."
The young Shinobi felt the tender breeze from his movements, the calming tranquility soothing her soul. Her heart skipped a beat when feeling his human hand gently gracing her bare shoulder. His very touch sent a thousand shocking sensations throughout her body. If only he could do more than merely touch her…
It seemed like he knew what she was thinking. In a raspy voice, he whispered her name with true sincerity. The simple utterance almost made her melt within his embrace. She burned within his angelic touch, desiring more.
"Vincent." She moaned when he stroked the nape of her neck. He knew…
With her last ounce of courage, Yuffie dared to look into his eyes. The demonic orbs held not hostility, but love. Within the crimson depths, shown the well of his soul. How could people not see the true beauty behind Vincent? The reflecting image held the burning passion that he longed to give. Perhaps, this was the remnant of his past love with Lucrecia. But, somewhere deep within the hollows of her soul, Yuffie knew that was a lie.
This new light within his eyes was not there on their insane journey a year prior. No, this wondrous change happened within this scant of days. She knew she had something to do with it. The question was, how she fit into it? Did she actually have the key to his heart? She could only dream… Vincent would, could never love her that way. He was a star out of her sphere…
She barely felt his hand caress a cool cheek. Looking up, she noticed the undying love within his eyes. "Yuffie," he murmured with tender tranquility. "I know something addles you, I can see it in your eyes. Whatever it is, do not allow it to trouble you further, angel. I'm here for you…"
An unwanted tear fell from an eye. "Vincent." She muttered before collapsing against his strong chest. "There's just so much that needs to be said and done. I cannot do this… I'm not strong enough…"
"Angel," he spoke with light reprimand, "I do not ever desire to hear you say that again. You are the strongest person I know. Without you, I would most likely be dead in the mountains or worse…" Vincent looked deeply within her tear-filled eyes. "I would be lost within shadow without your light. Don't ever believe you are not strong enough, I can see that brilliant spark within your beautiful eyes."
"Do you really see that? How can you stand me, Vincent? I'm so unimportant…"
"You aren't to me, Yuffie." The former Turk shook his head with strong disagreement. "And if you are, so am I. We'll be irrelevant together, dearest. Does it matter what the world would think of us. I'm willing to take a chance, Yuffie. Will you dare to go into the unknown with me?"
Yuffie gazed into his hypnotic-eyes. Choking back a sob, she questioned, "Will you never leave me?"
Vincent enclosed the space between their faces, almost touching. "On my life, angel, on my life."
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"I see that you're trying to hide a smile and that will not do, Mister Valentine!" Yuffie teased him by pulling a small strand of his hair lightly. "Come on, Vincent, we've finally made it!"
The former Turk tried to emit a small smile to appease her. Inwardly, he was grinning like an idiot. Of course, he could not allow his happiness to show. Well, too much anyway.
"I understand that you're excited about the ball, my dear. But really, we must get our rooms first." He tried to sound serious but failing at the attempt. Yuffie's ebullient happiness illuminated the tiny snow town in which, he, himself, could not escape from. Gently sighing, he continued. "The shops will still be open in the next couple of hours, angel. I promise we will not miss them."
Yuffie beamed up at him with her indigo-eyes, and with sheer bravery pecked him on the cheek with her glossy-lips. She immediately cast her eyes to the colourless ground, not noticing Vincent placing his gloved hand to the touched cheek.
An immediate flicker burnt within his icy heart, the alien feeling of something long forgotten, yet so familiar, enticed its fiery flames within the dead muscle. He had almost disregarded to breathe, the abrupt reaction from his love had certainly caught him off guard, and that was never a good thing. Playing with a demon's heart was truly a fatal error. Of course, Yuffie was never known to be cautious.
She did not realise the lascivious mistake she was making. Good God, it was truly hard to hold back the innate intentions he bore, his self-restraint faltering. Very soon, she would be a victim of his passionate lust and melt within the euphoric whim of his burning desire. Yuffie would no longer be known as an innocent to the world, his mark would forever show that she was his, and he, hers.
A demon in love with an angel was truly something to behold, but the irony within itself was what fairy stories contrived of. It would be quite paradoxical if someone found such a perplexing tale intriguing. Vincent subtly smiled from the thought.
His crimson orbs watched her with impending awe as she kicked the snowy dust out of her way. He could not help but clasp onto a gloved hand and escort her to the inn. His masculine sense almost overtook him as he gazed into her beautiful starlit-eyes. Such splendour and light shown within the twin set of sapphires, as if burning him with their liquidly gaze.
Vincent immediately focused his bloody-eyes toward their destination. He had to admit, Icicle Village did improve in building a more civilized place to live. The tiny resort town had expanded to almost twice the size it originally was. It was apparent many residents of Midgar had decided somewhere more dormant and altruistic would be a better place to thrive than the destroyed metropolis.
Children played within the snow-filled streets, while adults went about their daily routines. Vincent could not help but watch his companion's fleeting expression. Inwardly, she was a child at heart. It was foolish for Yuffie to grow-up before her time. She needed to stay as young as possible, and when she did have to stare at adulthood in the face; she could keep a sane mind. It was a timeless regret he did not follow that path.
The ex-Turk was far from having a commonsensical mind, the torment of a three-decade slumber had seeped true insanity within his rational persona, inducing him into teetering on the brink of madness. He did not disclose that he was sane anymore, inwardly knowing he wasn't. He realised if Yuffie were to leave him, he would go mad and most likely, add many lives to his list of sins. The demons within were always triggered by his failure to hold to sanity.
That was partially the reason he never corresponded to anyone; he could not risk harming them. Even now, he was taking a dire chance with Yuffie. Part of him screamed to let her go…back to the one she loved. The other half, pleaded not to release her, fully knowing this was meant to be. His agonized mind tore his heart in twain.
Vincent knew his alleged 'rational' side would be thoroughly ignored, while he followed what was inside of his dark heart. He could not let her go if he wanted to. And somehow, the young Shinobi knew that. He felt a deep tremour within his soul as she led him to the newly constructed inn.
He was not amazed to see the lavish elegance within the building. Midgar society certainly made their mark upon the tiny town with an aristocratic impact. People of high, social rank resided within the halls of this palace-like hotel.
Everything from the white-marble floors, to the domed ceilings held classy modishness and sheer style to this damaged league of wealth. A sardonic frown covered his pale-lips, noticing the mocking stares of the more fortunate. Oh yes, he had forgotten how fun it was to look up to his superiors, like he had done many times within his days as a Turk.
The constant brownnosing and forced respect he gave was not one of his favourite chores when attending such wasteful events of trivial enjoyment. He utterly loathed watching such godlike deities fling themselves into a foray of drunkard-ness and immoral acts. He refused to allow them to have their petty enjoyment on he and Yuffie. Their distinct relationship would be the center of gossip and the eve's cruel entertainment. He would not tolerate such deficient behaviour inflicted upon his love. Everyone within the room would die without realising their obtuse blasphemy.
His metallic arm snaked around Yuffie's slender waist, subtly showing his intrinsic possession of her. A mordant smirk crossed his lips as he stopped before the front desk. This pleasant stay would certainly be quite entertaining. People would be the center for teasing enjoyment, the demons inside gently chorused with his silent song of poetic torture.
"May…I help…you, sir?" A boyish desk clerk asked, clearing the apparent unease out of his throat.
Vincent eyed him with apparent disdain as the frail man glanced at his companion with visible interest. Clearing his voice of the rising contempt, he uttered, "I would like two rooms, for the next few nights."
"Ah! I see!" The fleeting glint in his eyes aimed toward Yuffie. "One room for you and your daughter, then? Please, give me a moment to check the vacancy, sir."
The gunman noticed Yuffie's jesting smile from the man's ignorance, a tinge of jealousy filled him as he glared daggers at the desk clerk's back. Vincent inwardly fumed at this child's pitiful flirtations. Did he not realise she was out of his league and already taken? The poor child would soon learn not to shoot with his eye if he dared to interfere with his youthful gestures again. He would see to reprimanding the boy's education.
"Sir," Yuffie cut in with a sweet voice. "I hate to disappoint your fine judgment, but he's not my father. Really, you should try again!" She teased, her eyes giving away the slight sense of enjoyment from the young clerk's bewildered expression.
"Um, um, "he quietly stuttered, "a thousand apologies upon my ignorance, my lady. I'm usually never wrong on telling my guests, it must be the light." He nervously muttered under his breath.
Yuffie stared at Vincent's stoic expression. He really needed to lighten-up. Really, this act of jealousy… Wait, jealousy? Her smile faded from her lips from the thought. Vincent could not be jealous over her. Not with an awkward desk clerk anyway. And yet, the cold, foreboding expression proved her theory correct. Vincent was jealous, and a part of her quietly reveled from the thought of it.
The anxious clerk cowardly gazed at Vincent's domineering glare. "Sir, I'm sorry, but there is no vacancy. Unless, you have been invited to the Enchanter's Ball, I cannot give you a room."
"Is there a list, young man?" He purred with silent menace.
The brown-eyed deskman nodded with dread. "Yes, sir. If you're name is on the list, the room is yours."
"Valentine," Vincent uttered with cool distaste. "Vincent Valentine."
He watched a wave of relief cover the boy as he raked a hand through his unruly mop of russet-hair. "I am glad to say your room is still vacant, sir. You've come just in time to claim it since, it's the last and actually," he stopped and studied the list with apparent amazement, "one of the best rooms we have."
"Why is that?" He muttered under an annoyed tone.
"Well, most of the guests that have already claimed their rooms decided to take the cheaper and more unfurnished ones. I understand such elegance can be too obnoxious for many. I hate to say that this will be the only room I can give you…"
He anxiously waited for the dark man to strike him with that arcane, metal arm he wore or burn him to cinders with his hypnotic, red-eyes.
"All right, young man." He gave a silent nod and turned to Yuffie. "Darling, you can wait for me by the lobby, while I finish this boring paperwork. I seen an interesting fountain on our way in, and I know you wanted to look at it, enjoy yourself."
"You don't need to ask me twice, Vincent! Don't take too long, all right?"
"I promise, I'll be as abrupt as possible. Then, we'll go to the shops." He quietly murmured in an angelic tone, perplexing the young deskman behind him.
Turning, he glared into the man's widened-eyes. "And what does this room offer, young man?"
"Well, um, it, um, has, um, a nice king-sized bed with the best furnishings the hotel has to offer. This room is actually the preeminent here; it's the marriage suite, sir. Everything is top-notch and should hopefully be to your liking. If not, I can always try to exchange rooms with someone." He stuttered in an apologetic tone.
"If I am to pay an ungodly sum for this room, I want everything to be in its place, understand? When we return, I would like room service brought up. I do hope your hours are not trite or anything?"
"Sir, our service is unending. I will personally see to it that you and your…um lady-friend have everything you need."
"Good," he muttered, dropping the required quarter-million gil on the desk. "I will pay the rest when I return."
The edgy desk clerk watched his dark costumer turn with a dashing aura and exit like someone of royal descent. Gods, he inwardly knew this sinister man would certainly be an interesting person to watch, especially, with his taciturn nature and angelic mate. Hey, each to his own, he had no right to get in between something that did not concern him. What did it matter to a lovesick desk clerk anyway?
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"I so love that fountain, Vincent! I want one!"
"Yes, and those naked gods did not appeal to you, either?" He uttered with a tinge of jesting envy.
Yuffie gazed into his bloodstained-eyes, seeing the loving reflection within them. "You know, I prefer the real thing than something in stone, Vince." She subconsciously hinted with a smirk. "Besides, what does it matter to you that I gawk at naked statues anyway? I would have believed that you think me a sick pervert like everyone else…"
Vincent entwined his human fingers around her, giving her silent deviation. "I'm not like everyone else, Yuffie. I could never think something so horrid of you. You're too pure to be something as disdainful as a monster like…myself…"
"Vincent, I swear to Anubis, if you don't stop calling yourself a monster, I'll knock my Conformer up your ass and you will enjoy it!"
A fox-like smirk crossed his lips as he hauled her into his arms. "I don't believe you can do anything when you're like this, angel!" He teased, noticing the slight glint of enjoyment in his love's eyes. "What do you say we finish up the day snowboarding?"
"You would fall into the fathomless pits of an icy hell with me? God, I knew you were committed, but Vincent, I did not know you were crazy!"
"I'm crazy when it comes to you." Vincent smiled before it disappeared from his lips. Gods, he was so careless, so foolish to let that slip. Damn him, for being so reckless!
His remorseful visage melted away, noticing Yuffie's unending smile. "And for that reason," she gently murmured. "That's why I don't want this to end!"
"And it won't, I promise you, Yuffie." He uttered with true devotion. "Being with you on this journey has done something that I cannot fully explain. It's like walking on air and not caring if I fall to my death. I know it sounds rather out-of-character for me, but that's how I feel. I'm sorry if that changes your prospective of me being the big, dark, ugly demon, most people see me as. Oh, I see you're smiling now!"
Yuffie eyed him with a scandalous glare. "And who's to say you're not, hmm? I could very well be easy prey for you, Valentine, and you, being the master of deceit, would rapture me! I don't believe you're fully innocent, angel, just partly!"
He caught the subtle meaning behind her loaded words. There was more to what she said than just having a friendly jest, she meant more. Oh yes, she ingeniously hinted to an alleged sexual innuendo and he took the invitation without hesitation. Of course, he would have to wait. Ravishing a beautiful, young woman in the middle of a resort town did not seem moral, but when was he ever ethical?
With an impious chuckle, Vincent snaked his human hand around the crook of her arm and gently ushered her to the snowboarding area. "The slopes will close within the next hour, Yuffie. If you would like to have a quick ride, we can before they shut down for eve. Would you like to?"
She said nothing as she obviously studied for a moment, silently debating whether or not to have an hour seeing Vincent fall on his ass. A one-sided grin etched her rosy-lips, her silent gesture giving him the answer. He gently sighed from her consent; her mellow laugh soothed whatever dismay he obtained. At least, she would be happy having him to tag along with her. It was such a pity he had no experience in this field of sports.
"You're going enjoy seeing me fall on my ass, aren't you?" Vincent teased, pulling her closer to him.
An arched brow rose to his wistful comment. "You know it! It's not everyday one can see someone so serious as the man standing in front of me, falling from some teenager sport! I'm going to enjoy seeing you snowboard! I understand women love to see a man take to the air with style. And, I know you will certainly outfox a majority of them!"
"You have that much faith in me, Yuffie? I never believed someone would place something that priceless on someone who has the faintest idea of what we're planning to do. Please tell me you do, right?"
"You know very well I don't, Vincent! Why do you think I'm letting you go first? They say experience comes to those who watch others! You will be my mentour on this lesson and I have complete faith that you will teach me!"
Vincent rolled his eyes in a sarcastic manner. "You will be highly disappointed if I break something, won't you? That would be the irony of the evening, your alleged mentour breaking something while teaching you in the process. Of course, I could look forward to tending to me again!"
Yuffie noticed the glimmer in his eyes when he spoke. Her heart beat wildly against her chest when he mentioned her nursing him from the Zolom incident. Odin, that was when she partly realised her deepening feelings for him. And, when he began to act more like the man he used to be, the man she wanted him to be.
"You enjoyed that?" She asked with partial disbelief. "I never believed I could help anyone like that…"
He cupped her chin with a pallid hand. "I would always be grateful for you being with me when I need help, when I need someone." His voice briefly stopped when he noticed the understanding gleam within her oceanic-eyes. She knew what he meant. "I thank you, my dear. I cannot find the correct way to repay you for your kindness me."
Yuffie circled her hands around his claw, knowing he could not feel her gentle touch. "There's no need to repay me, Vincent. You already have by being with me! And for that, I am eternally indebted to you."
Vincent pulled her against him in a gentle embrace. "It's been wonderful accompanying you on this journey, my angel. I know we shall have more memorable endeavours before this is over." He tilted her head to meet his crimson gaze. "And perhaps we'll find what we're both looking for…"
Her racing heart would not question what he meant by that, already knowing his analogy. Vincent felt so warm against her cool skin. She inwardly imagined him tucking her into his protective embrace, beyond the infinite world and the next. Her conscience berated for conceding into such ideas, her heart telling her to fly. And, that's what she would do. Whether Vincent desired her for more than a friend was a chance she would, or rather, had to take.
Not now, though. She could not rush such matters, especially ones concerning the heart. Once she had, she would leave herself vulnerable to him and the chance of having her heart broken. Her destiny greatly depended upon his decision. The question was; could he accept someone like her for a lover? Would he love her like he had the lady in white or just leave her within her personal misery?
She silently set her conflicting thoughts aside as she noticed the snowboard instructor's interruption. "You do realise I will be closing within the hour. Be sure to return the boards beforehand and pay my assistant on your way out." The blonde curtly nodded before returning to the inside desk.
Yuffie noticed Vincent's sincere gaze when he gently placed a warm hand in hers. He revealed a tender smile as he handed her an azure board with his claw. "I thought this colour matched the heavenly aura reflecting in your eyes."
The young Shinobi could not abstain from blushing, Vincent was so…enigmatic. She could not find the courage to comment upon his wonderful quotations, a simple nod of appreciation would have to suffice. "Thanks, Vincent."
Vincent gazed into her cerulean orbs, which could mirror one's soul. He could see the remorseful depths of his spirit and deepening love within her ethereal-eyes. The beastly heart within his chest raced with a maddening passion. He needed her. However, his desire would have to wait until the right moment. Besides, they needed to enjoy their time with this infernal new sport before it ran out.
Stifling a lusty glare, Vincent cleared his throat. "Now, I know that you desire to see me make an ass of myself, Lady of Wutai. I shall not fail you."
"Yes, but I do not find it fair for you to be alone in embarrassment." She lightly chuckled seeing his mock-bow. "Come on, I'm going with you!"
An ebon eyebrow rose in question. "So, my brave little ninja, you also wish to revel in humiliation, I feel honoured." He soothingly murmured within her left ear. "I will be beside you, even if you fall…"
Yuffie felt the tightening grip around her palm, noticing his longing expression within his crimson-eyes. A tender small traced her lips as she squeezed his hand reassurance. "I will be thrilled to kiss snow with you by my side, Vincent! Let's go!" She giggled before pulling him down with her.
Vincent almost gasped, feeling the yielding earth under him. Gods, he had never felt such uncertainty since meeting Yuffie again, and it felt like a vast relief. He could finally breathe freely with the impending inertia plunging him toward the infinite void of euphoria. How could he ever thank the mortal seraph beside of him for such release? His demonic soul subtly knew…
He could feel her warm hand clinging to his as they slid toward the mountain's immense base. This was it. His bloodstained-eyes watched her fleeting expression when snow graced her sun-kissed cheeks like angel dust. Vincent felt her insecurity when loosing balance against the sallow sheet of ice. Shaking his dark mane, he pulled her against him. If she fell, he would as well.
Her confused-eyes watched him as he gracefully held her in a protective embrace. Even in the safety of falling within the soft snow, he would still guard her against any danger; he was truly a guardian to her, a guardian of more than just her protection, but also of her heart. She nuzzled his warm chest, feeling his rhythmic heartbeat.
The sudden impact of the icy earth gave him an anomalous sensation as he allowed Yuffie to fall on top of him. The opposite effect like the previous one under the willow tree would indeed affect this eve's events. He would not be able to control his desire for her this time; it had developed greatly since that memorable day.
The gunman knew her feelings were mutual, noticing her mirroring gleam. Yuffie was also reflecting upon that day they had shared one of their first steps of union. It seemed like so long ago he had found himself acting like the man he used to be. The very idea of regaining his lost innocence was more than remotely appealing; it was a delusional dream coming to reality.
Vincent knew this position was more than suggestive; it was completely alluring. So close, her flawless face was so close to his. Her warm breath gently teased his cheeks when he felt her shift closer to him. Yuffie's reddened-lips were very tempting at the moment. The evocative aura cast from their supple purity enticed him. Shiva, if she did not get off of him right now, he could not promise not taking her in the snow.
This would have to wait. His wondrous plans of seducing her would not be altered on a snowy field. Mentally shaking his ebony mane, Vincent gently caressed her back. "You know, I cannot feel you on me, angel." He murmured within earshot. "However, I can feel your shiver and it addles me to know you're cold."
A warm grin appeared upon her lips. "Is that an invitation for something to drink, or do you just want me to get off of you?"
"I wouldn't mind to be in such a vulnerable position by you, but I must say, we must continue this elsewhere…"
What exactly did he mean by that? Yuffie's mind could briefly wonder before he hefted her into his strong arms and scaled the mountain. She could barely control the myriad unanswered questioned racing through her confused persona. Did he actually mean? No, it couldn't be, could it? Vincent would never goes as far as saying something with a sexual underlining. That was not his character.
And yet, her mind would not put is past him doing so. Vincent had changed from being the cold, adherent beast she had known him as to a warm, compassionate man he had hidden for so long. Her demonic guardian's perspective on life had changed dramatically. Was it because she was with him, or did he want something she could only give him?
Yuffie scoffed at the thought of him only desiring her, since there were thousands of other more beautiful and esteemed ladies out there. Why should he tie himself down with someone who would never have the pleasure of looking partially like an attractive female? Could he settle for such low class?
Sure, she was a lady of high rank. Her family once having influential power, but that was now gone. She had nothing to offer Vincent for a dowry if her were to wed her. Yes, she realised she was thinking a bit ahead, but still, her mind could not help but wonder whether or not he could endure such an insignificant wife? She wasn't even fit for child bearing, well healthy sons anyway. It was such a pity her father was right at times… She could never have the family she secretly yearned for. No one desired an unfit wife with no prospect of great abundance.
She did not realise that her guardian only desired her and nothing more. The dramatic irony of such a display was indeed rendering to anyone who desired such a match. Vincent knew she felt surprise from his affluent comment. She would have to be clueless not to see what he meant by his reproach. The question was, did she want that? Perhaps, it was a little too early to show signs of his want for her. On the other hand, maybe it was the right time to show his true colours and make her she was needed, wanted.
Vincent pulled her closer against him as he returned the snow-glistened boards. He quietly smirked at the young clerk who nodded in an all-knowing manner. Even such a young child could see the fiery attraction between them.
"Come on, my dear, the night is young and we have all the time in the world to enjoy ourselves." He coaxed within her ear. "I would be happy to accompany you to a nice cup of coffee, or hot-chocolate, if you prefer?" He added with a mesmerising smirk.
Yuffie instantly set her heartache and insecurities aside, somehow grasping that he knew her thoughts. How could he not when he noted her every move and breath. Perhaps, he did he did have a mind-reading capability. It wouldn't surprise her if he did. With an airy smile, she gently nodded. "You were paying attention on our journey, weren't you?"
He cast her a knowing grin, "It was rather hard not see Cloud's, how shall we say it, exotic taste in raw squid, but hot chocolate is something that's not hard to forget. Besides, many can tell chocolate is your trademark, my dear."
"All right, you know my addiction, what's yours?" She smiled seeing his bashful headshake. "Come on," she urged, "You are at least addicted to one thing, Vincent! Tell me!"
"You'll see, angel." He glanced at her with a promising nod. My true addiction is you, but I'll let vanilla be the substitute until then…
Vincent felt her grunt in disappointment. Oh, he did hate to make her anxious on one of his many surprises for her. Speaking of surprises, he still had a few in the room to reveal and not only material items…
A devilish grin traced his pallid-lips as he pulled a leather-cushioned chair from the table. Yuffie took his genteel courtesy and sat across from him. Placing her elbows on the green-marble surface, she held her chin with her gloved hands. She would never know the silent enjoyment he got out of seeing her so seductive. Yuffie was truly beautiful when looking photogenic.
A short, auburn-headed waitress smiled at them and placed a set of menus on the table. Vincent smiled at her as he covered her hand with his. Neither noticed the tiny coffee shop's picturesque atmosphere combined with the elements.
The showery snow outside fell in silence, the orange glow of the hanging ceiling lamps holding an enchanting aura that the realist's eye could never learn to appreciate. The entire setting was truly romantic, even it if was just a simple coffee shop. This tender-taken moment would last the rest of their lives if Father Time would permit it. Unfortunately, not even celestial deities could stop their obligations for mortal's altruistic desires.
Vincent stared deeply into her sapphire-eyes with unhidden intrigue. She was truly beautiful. Especially when, she carefully sipped her hot drink and quickly wiped away any remnants of a chocolate mustache. Yuffie was delightful when trying to act casual and abstain from being awkward.
He gently blew on his coffee, cooling the scorching liquid with his minty breath. "How's your drink?" He asked offhandedly.
Yuffie gazed into his playful-eyes with a thoughtful demeanor. "It's hot but good, and yours?"
"It's coffee, angel. I suppose you wouldn't like the taste of it, since it's only a stimulant to stay awake." He mechanically stirred the dark liquid with a plastic stirring rod.
"Oh," she murmured with semi-interest. "I tried some of Cid's once, well before he put his filthy mouth on it. He never knew I spat in it!" She giggled from the memory, her faced melted to a serious expression. "You won't tell him, will you?"
The former Turk smirked at her silent question. "You know, I could use that little confession against you. Hmm, yes, I could get you to do what I want with that sweet little piece of truth! I wonder if Cid would like to be enlightened that his coffee was defiled by a ninja's saliva?" He chided from his jest. "No, angel, I won't tell him, even though, it would be nice to see the look of exhilaration on his face."
"Thanks, Vincent. Truly, you are an angel!"
An ebon brow rose in question. "An angel? Darling, I'm certainly far from being one of those, no? Besides, the only angel that's even remotely close to me is sipping her chocolate and confessing of spitting in someone's coffee."
"You really know how to make a girl blush, Vincent! Do you have that affect on all the ladies?"
Vincent leaned forward, a forming smile breaching his lips. "I should, but apparently my charms have only rubbed off on you, dear. Tell me, are they working right now?"
"You know damn well they are! I'm trying to restrain myself from grabbing you!" She quietly teased.
I wished you would, my love. He thought with a noble smile. "I see you love to torture your victims before devouring them. I hope I'm sweet for your exotic taste."
"Vincent! Gawd! You really believe me to be some kind of spider or something? It's not like I find a mate and bite its head off!"
"That would be a preying mantis, my dear." Vincent corrected with a tone of slight amusement.
Yuffie made a mock-growl as she took another drink of her chocolate. "Hmm, you know, this stuff is wonderful. I wonder why Wutai hasn't ever set up a coffee shop. I mean it's a stupid tourist trap. Surely, they'd get the idea of making more money because everyone loves this stuff." A smile widened from the sudden acknowledgement. "That might be one of the first things I do when I return. Perhaps, Shake could be good for something and manage one."
The silently amused gunman cast a broadening grin. "That would be something nice to see, wouldn't it? Wutai does need to get a little more modern, but still keep its history. No doubt your father would be against the idea, of course." He murmured with distaste.
She cocked a russet brow in discern. "Dad would most likely want the money out of it. Materia was merely an excuse for him to get me out of the house. Of course, I would have left without his consent. I needed to get out of there before I lost my sanity! I'm sure you know how Wutai can become boring after awhile."
He nodded in agreement. "Yes, it can be so if one stays at a certain place long enough. I suppose that's why people have vacations." A tender smile traced his lips. "This has been an interesting vacation, hasn't it?"
"It's been the best I've ever had. I cannot judge whether the one last year ranks higher than this one. I believe that answer would be no, since this has been more of a personal journey, one I've thoroughly enjoyed with you, Vincent."
"As I with you, Yuffie. Even having this simple drink with you, is truly paradise to me. Now you will think me pitiful! You're laughing again!" He teased, seeing her giggle from his comment.
Yuffie squeezed his hand, and in a gentle nod, looked to the door. She was vaguely surprised when he carefully placed her into his protective embrace once more. Both knew her ankle was almost healed and there was no reason he had to obligate himself at going to extremities to ensure her comfort. Perhaps, he did not wish her to slip and re-sprain it again. Inside, she knew that wasn't the answer. Vincent did this because he wanted to. And that, made her believe…
She was slightly perplexed when he did not go in the correct direction of the lavish hotel, but to the shops. Her smile widened when he carried her to a clothing portion of the long line of side shops. People would stare at the strangely suited couple, but that did not matter to her, not anymore. Vincent was just as normal as any man she would meet on the street or shop.
His light release made her quietly sigh within the frostbitten air. She was partially surprised he had decided to accompany her into a clothing shop. Of course, he had been surprising her more and more lately; so much that she did not wish him to stop.
As if reading her thoughts, Vincent sat himself in a salmon coloured Victorian-style chair and nodded for her to take her time. She gave a light smile before losing herself within a labyrinth of clothing. Yuffie did not realise her dark watcher sat with an unfathomable smile upon his pallid-lips. The mere thoughts of her dressing in an elegant style women would envy was truly one his many highlights of the eve.
Of course, he would pay for anything that seemed appealing to her eye; money was no object. Not when it concerned his love and the simple pleasures she could use to charm him more. He would greatly hand over his fortune just to know she would be grateful for his kindness and love. Vincent inwardly knew she was not like so many other women who flaunted about, making their husbands fall to bended knee.
No, Yuffie was different. She had greatly matured in the past year, and especially the last couple of weeks. The young Shinobi had no desire for trivial things; he saw the truth within her eyes. For most of her life, she had greatly wished to love and to have it returned. Her father was a fool to leave her alone with the senseless guilt he dealt her.
Shaking his unruly mane, Vincent watched Yuffie examine a red, backless dress with chiffon trim. His vivid imagination gave him the sensuous view of wearing such an outfit. Gods, the mere thought of it almost made him fall out of his seat.
Gritting his teeth, he silently restrained himself into a more suitable manner. He closed his eyes, seeing his love in less than the red dress he imagined a moment ago. A wolf-like grin came to his lips as he thought more upon her, concentrating his photographic memory of her firm body against his from the past eve. It was a shame the night had to end, but this journey was far from setting into the West, they still had a ways to go before it ended.
His blissful thoughts were interrupted when he heard a throng of women's voices awing at someone. His ruby-eyes gazed at the center of attention. To his surprise, the workers were commenting on Yuffie, his Yuffie. And from the sight, he could see why she impressed the stylish workers. Such beauty was indeed hard to find.
Instead of the red dress, she donned a dark indigo gown that sparkled within the night. The iridescent foray of rhinestones and beads only added to her vibrant beauty and charm. She was the incarnation of the mythical Psyche who made the lovely Aphrodite jealous. His beastly heart almost stopped from her alluring visage.
Yuffie shyly accepted the ladies comments as she returned to the dressing rooms. It was indeed strange to see people look at her with more than disgust, much less, comment on her. She briefly smiled from the impressed nods the ladies cast, and in the corner of her eye, she could swear she seen Vincent eye her with more than surprise.
She examined the dress and noticed the demanded amount for it. A light frown traced her lips, knowing she would not have enough to pay for it. Vincent's ring had greatly depleted her currency to the point of only being able to purchase something extremely cheap. She never told him how much she spent on him, and she never would. Her life's savings seemed to be used for something productive. At least, she would not regret doing it, even if people thought her to be a lunatic.
Besides, this dress was nice and elegant, but truthfully she would have rather had the white gown from Kalm. She knew it was a more common dress, but she adored it. Shaking her head, Yuffie left the minute dressing room and plastered a fake grin upon her face. She could pull something nice together before the ball, or at least she hoped.
Vincent eyed her with silent question as he took her hand in his. "Did you want anything, my dear? I noticed you liked the blue gown, did you want it?"
Yuffie knew what he was trying to suggest. And already, he had wasted enough on her. No, she could not allow him to get her any more. Shaking her russet bob, she smiled, "No, it's fine. I just wanted to see if I actually looked like one of the 'high class' ladies, you know? It was fun to pretend I was someone else for a minute."
He quietly nodded with respect. "Yes, but you are of high rank, my dear. You are technically royalty."
"Most don't see Wutai like that anymore, Vincent. Besides, the only concern the 'royalty' there have is to make sure the tourists are pleased." She shook her head with dismay. "I'm no more a lady than Cait is real."
His human hand cupped her face with concern. "You are to me, even if I'm the only one who notices it. Besides, wealth isn't everything. It can be easily taken away as it was bestowed. Don't fret over what others think or believe, because, in the end, it doesn't matter anyway. And, do you know who taught me that?" He questioned with slight amusement.
"Who?" She murmured with an uncertain tone.
"You. You were the one who taught me to not care, and don't try to deny your credit." He gently stroked her warm cheek. "Come on, we'll return to our room and bother the room service staff!"
She noticed the look of playful menace in his claret-eyes. Shaking her head in pleasurable denial, she squeezed his hand and allowed him to lead them back to the cruel looks and stares of the luxurious inn.
This eve was truly one of the most enchanting she ever had. Inwardly, she prayed that it would not end like the setting sun. No, if only something more would come out of this blissful night. And inwardly, she knew it would. Vincent never disappointed her…
Author's Note: God, this chapter was very hard to end! I would have most likely kept going…like the Energizer Bunny! (Chuckles). David Bowie's 'Thursday's Child' is a wonderful song! It really enthused me to write the last part of this! Anyway, I may have the next chapter up sometime next year, since well, its almost next year! I want to thank everyone again for reading this and especially those of you, who wished, me luck on my finals, thanks, that really meant a lot! ^_^ Um… yeah, also have a great New Year! ^_^