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The Flame of You
Chapter 19
Hazy smoke filled the room like a nebulous fog. The dimly lit fixtures seemed to absorb the clouded vapor as a few pepper-coloured moths attached themselves to various bulbs. The foggy atmosphere of the crowded bar almost seemed…welcoming.
Light chatter drifted throughout the massive tavern. The colourful tones of many intoxicated guests chanted very similar stories of why they drank their sorrows away. Yes, these poor specimens of human life could barely support themselves from falling into the floor. Much less, realize their senseless act of evasion was a poor choice to consider.
Brilliant aquamarine-eyes surveyed the scene with total indifference. And to think, he was just like one of those poor excuses of moral beings. A light chuckled was caught within his dry throat as his partner glanced at him impassively with a shielded gaze.
Raking back an unruly strand of amber, Reno silently drew a brow in question. "Rude, why don't you take those annoying shades off for once? I cannot stand it when you stare at me without the slightest emotion!"
Silence dominated the air with an iron fist, as his stoic partner said nothing. Instead, he briefly turned his attention toward the darkened window. "You know," he stated blandly. "I never realized how boring this place actually is."
Reno snickered. "Yeah, and just as soon as this ridiculous social gathering is over, we can leave and find a better place to crash."
"I doubt Yuffie will appreciate your idea of a romantic 'place to crash', Reno." He cut in sharply.
Glowing aqua glared ominously. "Oh, you would know, Rude." Reno's words cut like a sharpened dagger. "When was the last time you actually had a girl, hmm? When have you ever been in love? You never have! So, who are you to tell me about being romantic?"
The silent man fixed his interminable gaze upon his agitated friend once more. "Reno, I will not fight with you over this. You know nothing about my personal life and I would wish to keep it that way." He stated without a fleck emotion. "Furthermore, I think you should reflect upon your marvelous plan to capture that girl's heart, because I refuse to help you take her forcefully."
A snort ejected from him. Reno's eyes held a dangerous aura when provoked—even by alleged friends. It was foolish to feed his burning anger and indulge its existence further. Rude had seen this undaunted emotion haunt the eyes of his partner on more than one occasion. Even now, he felt a slight tinge of trepidation when broaching his comrade.
"Besides, there's more women in the world than her. In time, I'm certain you'll find someone else…" He muttered in a nonchalant tone.
Reno eyed him dangerously as he spoke in a malevolent whisper. "It almost seems you've seen her with someone else, my friend." A cynical smile breached his dry-lips when his bravado returned. "But, of course, you would tell me if you saw her. I doubt you would keep such an important piece of information from me…"
Rude allowed the comment to hang upon the stale air between them. "I am a man of my word, Reno. I will do all in my power to help you." He evaded the almost-vital lie.
"I know you would, Rude. I do not doubt your loyalty to me. And when this is over, you will have my eternal gratitude, my friend."
The bald man almost felt a dagger twist within his side. Reno's comment sounded both naïve and truthful. Was the desire to hide the truth from his right, or, did Yuffie's happiness with her newfound lover hold itself in the balance? Decisions. Decisions.
With a curt nod, he stood from his chair and gathered his discarded navy coat. Even now, he still could not fully get rid of his Turk's attire. Well, maybe except for the urge to threaten all that lay within his path, but that of course, was a different subject. One, he did not desire getting into at the moment.
"I'm going to retire, Reno. It seems the night air has finally gotten to me this evening."
Reno lightly chuckled. "Are you sure it's not something else, Rude? Have you got a lady-friend you're not telling me about?"
Rude shook his head with silent annoyance. "Goodnight, Reno." He said, turning. He stopped and glanced at him with an opaque stare. "And do try to keep your head out of the gutter for once. You may be surprised by how much rewarding being a gentlemen can be."
He slightly smiled when he heard the roar of rich laughter echo behind him as he left the room. It was a pity he did not feel the same way as his comrade apparently did. The worry and self-doubt ate at his core like a worm gorging itself upon a juicy apple. Darkness availed as his inner-defenses weakened from the consequences of his actions—or rather—Reno's.
His dark musings continued to plague his aching mind as he closed the oaken behind him. His footsteps echoed a mute whisper across the replicated Turkish rug. Closing his eyes, albeit briefly, he relinquished his shades and set them aside. He glanced at the discarded lenses upon the lavish mahogany vanity. A silent consideration of donning the shades once more enticed his mind. He felt naked without them—almost incomplete. The idea, itself, was ridiculous.
He cast the ludicrous thought aside and turned his attention toward the vanity's mirror. Cool glass reflected the being before it. Distinct features of a proud chin and austere cheekbones echoed the steely man before its glassy surface. Eyes of jade stared within the glass for an impassive moment before a sigh escaped into the still air. Shadows filed the burgundy walls, as if showing superior dominance over the silent space.
An uncomfortable air lingered throughout the room. The innate iniquity was in close proximity of its sole visitor. Its gnarled shadow-like hands grasped the edge of its victim's mind as if expressing a dire warning if it was not heeded. Rude shook his head in silent disdain when the wraith-like entity bore down upon his conscience. No.
No, this was not a physical battle against good and evil, this was a conflict of the mind. His thoughts betrayed him as he indulged the darkened depths of his persona. Bleak fetters of ebon seized his jaded sight, showing him another side of his plight.
In one hand, he held precious information his friend desired and in the other, he grasped the faint smile of a girl he barely knew.
The choice was his to make. Whether, to allow an inexorable confrontation between the newly fledged couple and Reno, or allow Fate decide their course. He heavily sighed at the dilemma. Either way, someone would be hurt. And by the gods, he did not want either side to lose.
He did not desire to see his friend suffer from any more pain. The hellish torment he had endured so long ago was enough to drive a grown man mad. The subtle miracle of his partner surviving such an ordeal proved he was made of sterner stuff. Even now, he could see the endless pain linger within the depths of the glowing aquamarine orbs. One day, he would find what he sought, but not now and not with Yuffie.
For some arcane reason, Rude understood that. He could feel the intrinsic bond between the former Turk and princess, even from such a distance. And for that reason, he hesitated to share his encounter with anyone, especially Reno. He understood where Valentine was coming from in protecting her from other male interests.
Truthfully, he felt the same for Elena. It was rather difficult to explain, but he knew exactly how his idol felt. And for that reason, he decided to choose the road less taken. Even, if it meant in betraying his lifelong friend… How could he choose otherwise?
Rude admitted he was not perfect—far from it. But, he refused further harm come between them. Reno did not deserve her after what he had done. Had it been some other offense, he could have confessed his imperative secret. However, what was done could not be revoked. And for that, he placed his friendship on the line, for what he believed was right.
But was it? Who was he to judge the actions and crimes of others? He was no more perfect than the next man, and very far from being saintly. There was no gathering of angels that sung pious praises about him. The thought in itself was asinine. However, to the morose mind, it was rather funny, in an ironic sort of way, of course.
He shifted the dark musings aside as he glanced at his reflection once more. How long had it been since he actually took the time to look at himself? Gods, it must have been at least a good decade. Rude was not known to actually care for the physical aspects of his appearance, even if some women were rather enchanted by the cold display of masculine power. He had never actually thought it anything more than mere curiosity of the feeble mind. But, who was he say for certain?
Shaking his head in silent dismay, he slipped the dark shades on once more. Impassive. Yes, this was the mask he wore and would always wear. Even Elena would have to see that. And yet, she made him laugh last night… He could not keep the frigid façade forever. One day, he would show others that he too, could also care. Even devils in blue could show altruism—or rather—love.
And tonight, he would rejoin the crazy, sentimental blonde that entranced him with her pixie-like smile and warm chocolate-eyes. His crazy, sentimental Elena… Maybe something good would actually come out of this deadly gamble, even if someone were broken in the process. It was better to choose for the greater good, rather than, for selfish reasons. He could hope anyway…
****
Water. Liquidly, shapeless, translucent and…cold.
Staring into the bland drink was indeed something to occupy one's time with. Yes, especially without any company for the past hour. Cool aqua dissected every drop the small glass held. Small droplets were spread across the sheer surface like a myriad of hollow stars. Only the light illuminating from above gave them a single thread of unprecedented life.
And that was how he felt—empty. He could not explain such longing since he was a child. Oh, how it felt like an eternity had passed since then. Even now, he could feel the slight wears of age. The guise of a twenty-five year old was nothing compared to how he felt inside.
It had been almost two weeks since he decided to burn his bridges and start a real life. Trepidation had dominated his actions for too long. Even now, he hesitated with the torch that held the answer of ending this pitiful existence. Drinking, smoking, and drugs was only one way out of this existence and the other, he would not dare conceive.
He groaned inwardly as a pang twisted within his gut. Withdrawal.
It was a fool's paradise to never consider the consequences of ending the interludes of drug abuse and alcohol binging. But, it was worth it. A philosopher once said, 'There is no coming to consciousness, except through pain' and by the gods, he was far from being wrong. Pain was all he felt the moment he actually considered what he left behind.
This lucent fabrication was clearly diaphanous. Everyone would think him some kind of asshole for his selfish actions. But, no one was perfect. Everyone made mistakes and maybe he could compensate for his. The tainted sins of his past were a far cry to some who had lived without the regret of theirs. People like his fallen idol were nothing more than belligerent beasts hidden behind human flesh. No God's wonder his god was nothing more than some creature that looked undead.
He cast the thought aside as he swirled the remaining liquid within the crystal. The scattered droplets fused with the liquid once more—disappearing under the minute ripples. Somehow, the droplets reminded him of the years of innocence he lost, but then, returning to his soulless being. Perhaps, this crazed metaphorical analogy held reverence? Who knew?
Certainly Reno would not consider it, no more than a mere thought gone awry from lack of sleep. Dark half moons lay under his brilliant orbs as lines of wear from impending age covered his proud brow and the corners of his eyes. Who was he fooling? He was beginning to look old.
He should be married now and have two or three children clinging to his waist and arms. It was what men his age did—a sign of normalcy. And of course, he was everything one considered to be normal. Well, maybe except for being an assassin for part of his life. But, one tended to look over the ugly parts of someone who left that behind.
But inside, he knew he was ugly. Blood had permanently stained his insensitive hands. The many unnecessary deaths that he caused were something he could not escape. He could always change his name, identity, and lifestyle, but he never escape the faces of those he put under the nightstick, or whatever weapon was handy at the time.
He was in the same boat as Sephiroth and Valentine—a cold, heartless murderer.
It was a pity he could not change forms like them. Certainly, the fabled One-Winged Angel suite would have been a thrilling thing to do during the Holidays, or maybe Valentine's Chaos break would be a better thing to impress people. A rough smile etched itself upon his firm-lips; Valentine must have the ladies begging for him in that form.
What lady would want to tangle with a man who could transform into a hellish demon of utter fury? A treasonous thought crossed his mind when he thought of such a creature enticing Yuffie into a sensual dance as old as time. The thought was disturbing and aberrant. What possessed him to ever consider such a thing? Thank the gods Yuffie had very little contact with that soulless creature. And besides, Valentine was supposedly taking a dirt nap again. Maybe, he would fall into a sleep he would never awake from…
For some reason, he hated his fallen god with a passion now. Something within his being told him to be wary of the Turk's greatest leader.
Reno knew he was a retired assassin with nothing to do at the moment. At any time, he could return to the Code and make a wonderful bodyguard/assassin if the price suited him. And by the looks of it, he needed it. Who in their right mind would stay in that musty mansion without anything but the junk it obtained? From what he understood, Vincent rarely left the residence for anything. Ever since the group's diffusion a year ago, he knew why the man would stay behind closed doors.
Who could want someone—or rather—something that caused such betrayal among his alleged allies? It was a marked sin to go against a group of so-called heroes who saved the world, especially the main leaders. Everyone who was anyone worshiped—or at least—respected the blonde swordsman and beautiful female fighter. Cloud and Tifa were household names now, and Valentine's act of sedition set most against him.
A rift supposedly developed between the remaining members. Valentine was the odd man. Even now, he was probably clawing at some vacant wall in that disdainful mansion, crying for the wrongs done to him.
Personally, Reno believed he deserved it. What fool would fall from grace and degrade his self to what he actually was? He could at least hide it. Where as, Valentine could express it anytime the urge took him. And, that was where their similarities ended. His shamed idol may not have another chance, but he learned from Valentine's mistake.
Yuffie hung within the balance of obtaining true happiness. And by the gods, he refused to let her go. He would sacrifice everything he was just to make her happy. Even though, he had almost…
He refused to think of that horrid night they last spoke. It was truly too painful to think he could actually play a monster that could ever force her into anything. Solidified regret filled him to the brim as a wave of weariness overcame him. He knew he was far from ever deserving her angelic forgiveness, but he had to try. Amending his wrongs and abiding by his vow was the most important thing at the moment. He was a new man; inside, he knew that. And, he would prove that he could be the man she had fallen in love with.
He refused to repeat Valentine's fatal error…
****
Darkness, it seemed, no longer obtained its impenetrable comfort upon him. The cloaked feeling of remote absolution no longer encompassed his soul into utter dissolution. No, he wanted no more to do with the shaded element that had been his life. No when, he finally had her.
His enhanced sight trailed over her obscured face—noticing every curve and detail her visage held. Shiva, she was beautiful. Even within the darkness, he could still point out the veiled beauty she acquired. Her childlike features melded into the woman she had become. And silently, he prided himself in guiding her to that juncture. Truly, she was meant to rival what the world deemed as beautiful.
His demonic heart ached from such euphoria. Thirty agonizing years in a box was welcomed, if he had this to look forward to. Shaking his dark mane, he silently nestled a cool cheek as his callous fingers carefully stroked the other. He could die happily this moment, only to avariciously bask within the self-assured eternity he would spend, if it were only by her side.
Her tender-taken breath teased his pallid skin, causing him to further his tender ministrations. It soothed his beastly soul to feel the cool breathing grace against his horrid flesh. He somewhat believed this to be an elaborate fantasy his mind conjured up—even if this moment was merely a dream. This dream was truly too good last. And yet, it would.
Like lovers proclaiming faulty abstinence, so this dream would stay within consciousness. How could something so meant, so right be inexorably torn away? No, it could not be---he would not allow it. Not when he felt his soul would collapse from utter elation. Yuffie was now a part of him. Not only did she hold physical power over his damned soul, but also obtained his will to live—his will to be human.
It was a strange thought, but she did bring out the human in him. How ironic that a mere child by the world's standards could turn his frigid existence upside down within such a short amount of time. Not only that, but also hold his torturing demons at bay.
For thirty years, he had lived with the hate and regret of these damning entities. His crimson orbs closed from the painful memory of how his crazed nemesis installed a newer and more deadly demon each time his voice betrayed him.
Vincent was eminent in the prospect of speaking his mind, especially underlings like Hojo. In all truth, the scrawny scientist could never compare to someone who had everything. No, not when power, wealth, and devilish rakehell charms could empower any candidate of the fairer sex. And that was his crime. Well, that and calling him a voracious asshole for hurting his spouse.
He could still remember the ghastly room where the experiments had taken place. The setting was no short of being a lab for creating a repulsive monster, and he, was that foul creature. Hojo had been correct on one thing, he would never forget his punishment. But, what the poor bastard failed to see was, Vincent didn't have to suffer if he placed the painful past behind him.
Horrible regret and unending guilt was scattered to the wind the moment he was finally awakened from this nightmare. Well, not exactly the moment Cloud when sabotaged him out of his evasive slumber, but more along the lines of waking from his interminable guilt-trip. If it hadn't been for that impromptu first step of approaching humanity, he would most likely remain within his hellish nightmare.
And that, was more of a hell than facing each day with the knowledge of being a monster…
At least he had someone who accepted him for what he was. His angel did not care to share every waking moment with a creature that had the power to end a helpless creature's life when it suited him. Holding her at this moment proved her unfaltering loyalty to him, and that gave him the ability to fight the darkness inside—the darkness of his heart.
He would fight his nightmare. Not just for his self, but for her as well. She was the reason he was laying in this mottled bed right now, his contented smile being evidence of his apparent happiness. Yes, her petite little form was enough to enthrall him in a momentary see of ecstasy. How could such a minute vixen empower him so? Gods, he could not think of an appropriate answer.
However, she was bound to him. Not by chains of physical steel, but by unbreakable chains of ethereal metal that linked her soul to his. The wispy entanglement would never be unraveled. Not when he held her so closely to his demonic heart. She could no longer elude the pact she had made with him just merely hours ago. She was his now, as she would always be.
He reveled in this. Yes, this metaphorical intoxication of having the little pixy all to his self was something he could not afford to not take pride in. Gods, he would have to be mentally challenged not to.
With this thought in mind, he began to pull a silken lock of russet through his pianist-like fingers. A small smile chiseled itself into his pallid-lips, displaying his all-to-keen masculine appeal. Shiva, how in the world could her hair remain so smooth after their passionate night together? Wait. Who said the night was even over? There were still a couple hours of darkness left to play around with. Besides, he was supposed to make this night worth her while, was he not? How could he just leave her so…unsatisfied?
He couldn't. And with a wry grin, he gently nudged his resting companion. Selfish, he knew his desires were nothing less than that title, but she wouldn't be disappointed with his lust. Not when she had a sex-driven demon after her sweet essence. Any woman could not turn down a man who only had eyes for them. And that was where his loyalty lay—with her.
How could he even conceive the thought of wanting another woman? Really, how could he even look at the opposite gender without holding utter indifference to their sensuous appeals? Yuffie was enough for him, and she would always be. He was thoroughly appeased with the little heiress' charms that he could not even think straight. Every second he drew in a conscious breath—it was spent with her in mind. Gods, he could even have a single thought without her beauty gracing his deep contemplation. Well, it was not a bad thing, anyway.
He subtly placed a tender kiss upon her damp forehead. A small smile broadened when he felt her move closer against his chest. She was being a bit stubborn, wasn't she? Well, he would have to see about her obstinate will, wouldn't he? Really, how could she find sleep more appealing than, well…another wonderful interlude, suffice to say.
A light giggle was felt against the bare skin and he knew she was merely pretending to be asleep. The little vixen would have her fun for another blissful moment before he crashed upon her teasing world. His tongue graced against his sharp canines with sensual delight before he tackled the jesting princess, and held her sultry body down.
Yuffie's opossum-esque expression did not hold long before she gave into his sudden attack. With a trite giggle, she opened her teasing-eyes to find him returning the smile. An opulent growl reverberated from his throat before he engaged her sweet-lips in a kissing duel.
A dulcet moan filled the darkened room as their hands clasped together in a permanent hold. She lightly smiled when she felt his soft, sultry-lips graze against her bare neck. Gods, he knew where to make her wreathe in true elation. It was almost touching Heaven before, falling to the damning void below. And he was certainly her condemnation—her dark angel.
"Vincent," she finally groaned before conceding from his sensual kisses.
"Yes, love?" He asked in a bemused, husky tone. "Did I disturb your forged slumber? Sorry, but your faux innocence drove me to go against all propriety."
A light chuckle emitted from her silent voice. "You know damn well that I was trying to get your attention. And it seems I have it! See, darling, you give me not enough credit."
"Don't I?" He questioned in a teasing manner. "Well, let me reprise that action, my dear."
Yuffie closed her eyes as her head tilted back from the smooth ministrations he was inflicting upon her. And oh how, she enjoyed every moment of it! There would certainly be more to add to this wondrous moment. And inwardly, she knew this night was far from being over…
****
A light moan escaped her when she felt cool metal tease the skin around her naval. God, did he know she seethed in a fiery flame every time he touched her? Passion. His very touch evoked everything that term denoted. No, it was more than more that, it was…a release. A release where she could freely give everything she owned, even her soul.
She gazed into the beautiful blood-red jewels and smiled to see her reflection within them. "Good morning," he murmured, kissing her left temple. "Sleep well?"
"With you're snoring?" She gently teased. "I had to beg the gods for sleep!"
An unabashed grunt escaped him. "I don't snore that loudly."
A russet brow rose in question. "Don't you? And how would you know, hmm? You're asleep!"
"And how do you know you don't, love? Or, is it the wonderful fact that ladies don't snore? Yours is rather cute, angel. I enjoy it, actually."
Vincent found a pillow in his face as Yuffie pulled away from his vise-like embrace. A wolfish grin traced his lips as he pulled her back against his bare chest. The young Shinobi lightly struck his chest when a girlish giggle escaped her. Vincent pulled her tighter against him. "So, you like to be a aggressive, princess? I suppose I will have to bend your ways."
"And how would you, fair prince? What will you do, throw me in a dungeon or cut to the chase and whip me?"
Desire danced dangerously within his bloody-eyes. His lips hovered a breadth's from hers before he answered her. "I'm a man that can wait for what I want, but being as the case is, I think 'cutting to the chase' might be the better exception, cara."
"I love it when you talk foreign!" She murmured before pulling his lips to hers. "Now, punish me!"
"With pleasure, my love, with pleasure…"
Yuffie felt a primal rush of vigor throughout his indigo veins as he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bathroom. A brow rose slightly when he turned the hot water dial midway. She read the subtle smirk as she backed away from his imposing form like cowering prey. He wanted her—his eyes expressed as much. And gods, she wanted him. But, this illicit game was too enticing to pass up.
She did not notice the hot steam rising from the water since her focus remained upon the muscle-clad male in front of her. Especially nude, he could make her knees go rubbery and make her lose all reason. Her heart raced when he walked toward her—eyes full of equivocal intent.
Her gaze rested upon the burning orbs as she backed away from his Adonis-like figure. 'Come to me, cara, come to me…' He spoke wordlessly. It was as if she could read his thoughts, but that was only her imagination. There was no special link or bond that joined them together. Paranormal occurrences and supernatural forces did not exist, or did they?
"Vincent," she murmured breathlessly.
She gazed deeply into his ruby orbs—seeing his soul. What lay beneath the tensing exterior, took her breath away. Vincent was truly beautiful: inside and out. Monsters were never this beautiful. And yet, she had this alleged demon wrapped around her finger. A mental smile played itself across her ashen-lips, she could not ask for more than this. Just being there, with him, was everything she needed, or, ever would need.
"Yuffie," he uttered without discomfiture. "Yuffie, did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?"
She flushed from the brusque compliment. "Yes…" she whispered sheepishly.
Vincent pulled her against him and lowered his lips to her left shoulder. "Then I should remind you again…"
He did not give her time to respond as he placed her into his arms once more and guided her to the abandoned tub. He inhaled her scent---a scent, which was mixed with lavender soap and peach-scented shampoo. Gods, the combination was almost too alluring. Did she not realize how much he wanted her in that moment? Shiva, he could take her on the marble-tiled floor and not have an ounce of regret afterward. But first, he would tease her with a hot bath—where he—would be the one washing the scent of their passion from the previous evening off.
Oh, how he almost regretted to do something so blasphemous. Really, their mixed sweat and saliva smelled sweet to his enhanced senses. The sign of his possession rested upon her soft skin. Oh well, there were more ways to prove his tenure of her. He was the only one to be gifted with her virtue but more importantly, trust.
Yuffie trusted him—he could read it within her oceanic-eyes. It had been so long since he felt totally complete. Ages ago, he would have scoffed to see himself berated this low. And yet, he wouldn't have it any other way. Yuffie was everything he needed. She was his purpose to continue this wretched existence. For without her, he would end his torture.
Like music soothing a tormented beast's soul, she had quelled his primordial instincts and gave him a new view of the world. Through his feral-eyes, he saw everything more clearly. He noticed the difference in people and how he stood out from them. Even though, he was a monster, he could still feel like other humans, and that was the only thing that retained the shred of humanity he had left.
And it was all thanks to her.
Vincent gently placed her into the steaming bath, and added a number of herbal spices and oils into the hot liquid. His gaze never left hers as he customized the bath to his somewhat exotic liking. Lavender and other spices sent a heavenly aroma within the tepid air. He inhaled the scent with his animalistic enhancements. Odin, she was tempting at the moment.
Yuffie's body was obscured by a thin sheet of ivory bubbles, her partially damp hair stuck to the sides of her neck and face. Vincent pulled the restrained locks away from the smooth flesh as he graced his lips against it. His hand and claw found themselves under the hot water, at the base of her back. How they got there, he did not know—did not desire to know.
Smelling the sweet scent of the oils mixed with her feminine fragrance of sweat and blood, bloody well tempted him to join her in the bath. He glanced at the inserted tub that was built for two and grinned wolfishly. Yuffie's eyes widened the moment she felt his hands push her forward as he stepped into the searing water.
Vincent hissed as he felt the alien liquid singe his pallid body. "Vincent, what are you—"
"Shh," he kissed the crevice of her lip. "Just relax, angel mine."
She allowed her tensed muscles go lax the moment she felt his hands trace over her firm stomach. Her eyes closed inadvertently when his tongue teased the base of her neck. "Vincent," she murmured nervously.
He furthered his teasing ministrations when he felt her staggered breath. His soul burned in fiery flames when he felt her hands clutch his hidden thighs. "Yuffie," he groaned with innate satisfaction. "Yuffie, do you want this? Do you want me?"
Yuffie gazed into his uncertain gaze and gently smiled. "If I didn't, you'd be in a wet heap on the tiles. Vincent, I want you here with me. I want you with me right now…"
"Yuffie," he uttered through gritted teeth. He could not do this now; he could not give in to the sweet, succulent allure she emitted. Not yet, anyway. An abrupt, malevolent glint appeared within his eyes as he nibbled a damp shoulder. "Princess, hand me that sponge, I want to wash your back."
The mystified heiress did as commanded and handed him an actual sea sponge. Her perplexity deepened when she felt the course---yet smooth---sponge glide across her back. She inhaled the musty aroma of the oils and aromatic perfumes. However, there was also another scent lingering within the floral aroma. Something masculine. Something powerful. Yes, it was he. Vincent reminded her of warm sunset gently falling into the ocean's distant horizon.
A tranquil moan escaped her when she felt papery kisses flit across her exposed shoulders. She was instantly lost in a sea of ecstasy when she felt his human hand assuage her tense muscles. Sponge in claw, she felt the gritty texture tease the lower base of her back with a hesitant sashay. Odin, he should really consider becoming a massage therapist.
The thought sounded tempting, but she would be his only patient. Now that she finally got to know his true self, she could not find it in herself to leave him. Not now. Not ever. Vincent had given her more than a night of elated passion; he had given her hope. And deep down, she knew she had contributed equally. Besides, she could not leave him after last night. Not when their souls were eternally entwined.
Her soul spoke in quiet murmurs, whispering of this innate link. This subtle knowledge made her feel at peace, tranquil. Even though one day they would pass away from this realm, they would still be bound to each other. Wherever Fate placed them, they would be together; she knew this. And, that thought was truly comforting.
How could she survive without him now? She knew she couldn't. Perhaps, she would have lived a carefree life without her dark lover, but that would be a lie. She would be miserable without a reason to walk the fine line. Falling from grace, she would delve into the depths of utter dissolution and give in to despair. Her soul would crumble to oblivion. And truthfully, she was on that very path. Until, a dark savior pulled her away from the bleak course.
The gods smiled upon her that day when she found him in the mountains. Even now, she could somehow feel the power lurking inside him. The dormant demons intertwined within his soul were also a part of him. Vincent would not be the man she loved without them. The darkened aura surrounding him made her even more enticed by his anomalous character. Even if he were demon-free, his darkness would remain. Vincent would not be himself without the dark element.
Yuffie felt his arms encircle her as his cheek nestled a damp shoulder, his comforting warmth enveloped her in a blanket of total placation. She sighed within his tight hold--she belonged here. Not just physically, but also, spiritually. If what many said about two souls being one were true, then his was her other half.
Vincent caressed a tense shoulder with his leathery-lips. "Yuffie, do you enjoy this? I mean being here with me?"
Her eyes did not have to see his facial expression; already knowing it carried an uncertain frown. Shaking her damp hair she murmured, "If I didn't, then I wouldn't be here with you right now, Vincent." She sighed heavily and continued. "Do you hate being here with me? My weight must be killing you right now."
She smiled when she felt a deep rumbling convulse within his chest and heard the rich sound of resplendent laughter echoing throughout the room. "I can barely feel you, angel. No, I would love to stay with you in this position all day, if I knew the water wouldn't become cold."
"What's a little cold water to the magnanimous Vincent Valentine? I thought you were impervious to the elements, or was I mistaken when you skipped through the Great Glacier unaffected?"
"First off, I wasn't skipping through the Great Glacier, and secondly, I am affected by the elements. It just takes an excessive amount of time for them to impinge upon me." He shot her a knowing glance. "Even mundane men like myself can feel pain, Yuffie."
Yuffie splashed water against his chest in a playful manner. "You're not dull!" She argued as a smirk melded itself into her pallid-lips. "Well, in bed anyway!"
Now it was Vincent's turn to drench his companion with water. Only this time, he immersed her head in it. Getting a stuttering 'hey' in the process, he repeated his action. He chortled when she returned his kind gesture by placing half a container of conditioner in his wet locks.
Seeing his semi-blissful expression, she goaded, "Now, I would like to see if you can get that messy gob out of your hair before it embeds itself in your scalp! You'll have an oily look all day!"
Crimson broke her icy gaze when he grasped handful of the shampoo, and with a sudden flick of his human wrist, rubbed it on her dampened face. "Oily hair is better than an oily face, my sweet. Of course, an oily body…"
"Don't start that!" She giggled, a wicked smirk rising to her lips. "Two weeks with you and your an entirely different person. What's gotten into you?"
Vincent leaned closer, pressing against her sodden form. "You, my dear." He purred within earshot. "You are the one who's made me revert to my old, perverse habits. I fear that Cloud and the others will see this great change sooner or later…" He sighed in apparent desperation.
Seeing this, Yuffie placed a comforting hand against his chest. "And it is so bad that others can see you this way? I happen to like your light manner. But, of course, your dark side is…intriguing too."
He watched her moisten her rosy-lips with tip of her tongue. Everything with her was perfect, flawless. If only he could reflect his inner-self with the others. For so long, he had cast a foreboding shadow across his comrade's path. Giving cryptic advice and morbid answers was his trademark, his forte. Could he actually relinquish such a trait?
Of course, Avalanche had also seen his love as the little sister they never had. (Well, in the respects of Cloud and Tifa.) The others deemed her as the annoying niece they had also wanted. Scolding and calling her names was showing their affection for the ninja princess. How else could they express their deepest sentiments toward her? Showing loving fondness was for the more, weak, more sentimental fool. No, they could not show weakness, not even for her.
Even he had failed to see what lay beneath the annoying façade she shielded herself with. Of course, he was making amends for past mistakes…and regrets. Making Yuffie happy was the only thing he was concerned with at the moment, and if the gods gave him the chance to make her such, he would gratefully take it. She deserved more, much more, and he would see to meeting all of her expectations.
"Do you think so," he asked out of his trance. "I suppose it would be rather fun to see them on the verge of a heart attack, wouldn't it?"
"You know, I think that would be the perfect surprise for them! Vincent Valentine showing more than a frown! And to top it off, he has Yuffie Kisaragi as a girlfriend!"
Vincent bit his lower lip in a failed attempt to hold his laughter. "Let's do it! I believe it's time that I show more of my human side. It may prove that I'm not a vampire after all."
Yuffie kissed his pallid-lips, revealing her trademark grin. "I knew you wouldn't disappoint me, Vincent!" Her eyes fell from his and gazed at the murky water. "I fear though, girls will want to molest you, once you show your sweet side…"
His sharp, metal digits raised her chin to meet his gaze. Staring imposingly, he uttered, "Yuffie, I would never abandon you for someone else…" He refrained from mentioning both of their past lovers. "I will beat them off with a rubber truncheon or revert to my darker side if they try, love."
"I believe you." A wavering smile breached her lips. "I could never be more fortunate to have someone like you, Vincent. I know you've heard me go on and on over this, but I can't help repeating myself."
Vincent kissed the side of her mouth. "I like the repetition, angel. I wouldn't mind hearing it a hundred times everyday."
She blushed a light shade of vermilion. "Do I really appeal that much to you? I never believed I could make someone happy."
"You make me." He gazed deeply into her sapphire orbs and gently pulled a wayward lock from her face. "I haven't had a nightmare since you came into my life. I know it's been only a couple of weeks, but I feel it's been years, Yuffie. I feel much more, closer to you than anyone that has been in my life. If I said I did not look forward to seeing your beautiful face every morning, I would be lying. And, I want it to stay that way, Yuffie. I want you to smile and laugh at the stupid things I do, and I want to hear your beautiful voice address me."
He glanced down into the bathwater, albeit briefly and continued. "I want to share sunsets by the ocean with you, and drink strawberries and champagne before falling asleep upon the warm sand. Do you think that you've appealed that much to me now?" He questioned with his bloodstained-eyes. "You have, and I refuse to give it up for anything."
A tear traveled from her eye before she felt him remove it. "I've never felt so…happy. I promise I won't disappoint you, Vincent."
An earnest smile graced his masculine features. Kissing her, he murmured, "I know you won't and I think it's time for us to have a little fun in town. How about if we go out for a few ours and see what Icicle Village has to offer us?"
The young heiress sighed before nodding in consent. "All right, I'll take you up on that offer, Mister Valentine. Impress me!"
A deep, mirthful chuckle reverberated within his chest before pulling her into his damp, sultry arms. "You wish shall be granted, love. On that, I can assure you." He whispered and pulled her out of the tepid water.
****
The cool wind gently nibbled her cheeks, making them slightly redden to a lovely rose shade. She absently licked her lips, subtly knowing she would later regret such a rash action. It did not matter. Nothing mattered at the moment except sharing this evening with Vincent.
All day, they ventured throughout the resort town. Store after store, purchase after purchase, Icicle Village would sorely miss their subsequent business with the lovely couple. Even now, people ushered them to their boutiques, ready to do business.
Owners merely glanced at their appearance and shrugged it off once they noticed the cash bestowed. Yes, money could buy almost anything, even the respect of employees on high commission.
Yuffie's simple grey sweater and denim jeans were traded in for a fine white linen blouse, expanding with open cuffs and black dress-pants to contrast. Her hair was slightly trimmed, courtesy of the dressing boutique's head manager. Even her face had a light touch of cosmetics to compliment her outfit. Yes, everything about her looked different.
She faintly smiled, remembering Vincent's semi-surprised gaze. It was wonderful to still surprise a man who expected everything; she would have to do this more often.
Everything was going perfect today… However, her mind expected something to ruin it and break her fleeting mood. Yuffie could not remember a perfect day. Well, that was until Vincent walked--or rather--barged into her life. It was wonderful that she was not alone at the moment. Even if it were only for a short time, she could hold onto this blissful temperance for an eternity.
Things had changed since their reunion. Over a short period of time, Vincent had metamorphosed into something so touching, so genuine that she almost shed tears. It was strange to feel such concern and charity from someone she barely knew, and yet, she could read his soul. Everything could be seen within his eyes. The beautiful crimson orbs expressed everything he was, and would ever hope to be.
The austere coldness had melted from them, and was now, a faded memory. All she could see now, was the unending light burning deeply within the bloody pools of crimson. This was how she wanted him to be from now on, content, almost carefree. Damn Lucrecia for taking that from him. Thirty years was much too long for that cold, ungrateful bitch to take.
Even now, she could see the wears of such a senseless burden upon his face. Vincent's flawless features were not so flawless. Scars littered his back, while tiny lines of age gently graced the corners of his eyes---laugh lines. And she loved every single one of them. It proved even her love, was also blemished and imperfect. She briefly wondered what he would look like with a few silver streaks in his hair… Hmm…
That would have to wait, she wanted him not to age too much, even though, he was forty-one years her senior. Of course, what did his age matter?
People married or lived with others generations apart from them. Besides, suspended animation had truly done wonders for keeping her dark gunslinger youthful and vibrant, until being awakened by Avalanche. Was it fate, though? Was he supposed to wait until she met him; she hoped so. Otherwise, he had wasted three decades for nothing.
Vincent's arm encircled her waist as they walked down the icy sidewalk. Snowflakes gently cascaded against them, as if hoping to penetrate their shared warmth. Yuffie brushed away the gathering flurries in her lashes, careful not to smudge her make-up. It was rather strange to worry about her appearance, especially in this type of weather.
"It's a bit cold, don't you think?" She questioned, teeth chattering.
Vincent gazed into his love's placid-eyes and held them contently. "I noticed." He uttered under a vaporous breath. "Of course, I may have a solution for that, love."
Yuffie's crooked smile returned. "I love it when you call me that! Now, what do you propose we do?"
Rich laughter echoed throughout the street, which caused many to stare in their direction. "I wasn't alluding to that, but, now that you mention it-"
He received a pinch in his ribs before finishing. "Later. Right now, I want to do something out of the bed."
"Who said we had to have a bed?" He questioned before receiving a dirty look. "I was merely jesting, dear. No, I have something else in mind."
"What is it? Come on tell me! It's not fair you that hide something from me, Vincent!"
Vincent smiled at his love's unending pleas. It was rather delightful to keep her in suspense, but her persuasive smile made him concede. "Let's just say it will be ruined if you knew. Trust me on this, Yuffie, you will enjoy what I have in mind."
He received a skeptical glance before she approved with a curt nod. The slight sensation of confusion emitted from his companion made him chuckle inwardly. She had no idea what he had in mind. Actually, he had not planned this sudden idea--it merely came to him. Yes, it was a wonderful way to end the evening with a sensational bang. Perhaps, his love would be surprised with his sudden idea of a romantic time.
This playing a lovesick Romeo was starting to feel almost…natural. Thirty years of celibacy had somewhat made him a trite rusty--or so he believed. This abrupt requisite sent his ideas of courtship off balance. This new era had somewhat more a carefree, devil-may-care style to it, that he felt a bit awkward when approaching his intended. Really, why did men have to flirt with a girl by hitting their friends in the male area? Adolescents.
The former Turk inwardly sighed at the thought--he refused to degrade himself to that level. Yuffie would have to accept his classic approach. Otherwise, it would take time some time to devolve into such a primitive state. Besides, this fad, as one would call it, would soon go out of style like last season's fashions.
Frosted snow crunched under every step as he guided her blindly into a hidden alley. Clasping her gloved hand, Vincent ushered her through the claustrophobic passage, dodging mounds of garbage and other foul decay of the city's waste. A faint smile traced her glossy-lips, even with the circumstantial scenery. Vincent's idea of a romantic evening was…different, to say the least.
Her eyes bravely glanced into his demonic gaze. The burning orbs were facing forward, searing everything within their path. Like being drawn to the magnanimous rays of the sun, Yuffie could not cast her eyes away from his phaeton-like form. The god, Apollo, would easily come to a close second compared to Vincent's prone stature. Even now, within this icy hell, he was untouched by the frigid element.
"What is so intriguing about my face, dear?" He asked with a tinge of hidden laughter.
"Nothing." She muttered under her breath.
An ebon brow rose in question. "Nothing?" He questioned with slight disbelief. "If you say so, love."
Yuffie's eyes widened, albeit briefly. Wasn't he going to interrogate her or something? Vincent never left anything untouched. Why was he doing this now? It reminded her of his more morose, no-nonsense attitude. Gods, he wasn't reverting back to that disdainful state was he?
Vincent felt her sudden apprehension. He left something unsaid and it was killing her! His cool silence cut through the air like a frozen blade, cutting away their bonded understanding. Was she truly taking his little jest that seriously? Truly, she knew he was merely joking--he would never regress back to his former mannerisms. That, would defeat the purpose of what she successfully undone--overcoming his darkness.
He gently clasped her hand and emitted a brilliant smile. "You know I don't believe you." He reassured her. "I only wanted to see if you caught it."
An unladylike snort was heard. "You are a complete ass sometimes, you know that?"
Vincent countered her glare. "Now you have got the chance to know the real me. Do you like what you've seen so far?"
She hesitated before giving her final verdict. "I think I can endure it, as long as my Conformer is handy. I'm certain there will be few problems with our relationship."
He raised her gloved hand to his lips and gently stroked the soft leather. "I wouldn't have it any other way." He eyed her with hidden desire.
Yuffie thought of another creative retort, but before she could utter it, his lips were upon hers, fully impeding the sharp comment. Their kiss seemed to last an eternity within the shaded alleyway. Pristine snowflakes swirled around them as the wind whistled a beautiful nocturnal symphony, in which, no one, but they would understand. The irony of growing affections within a darkened alley seemed remotely enticing. Well, in a maudlin sort of way, of course.
The gunman cradled her safely against his chest, protecting her against the chilling elements. His tepid body-heat would not be enough to warm her fully. Even if he could bear the elements for an excessive amount of time, his love could not. Not even, if he covered her with his warmth. That was partially proven from the night before. Oh, that was a night he could never forget, or, would ever want to.
That night, she had seen his more innate, more dangerous side. The envisioned predator lay within her midst and she did not even bat an eyelash--she actually welcomed his beastly form. How could she stand his hideous forms? he would never know. And yet, it was nice to have her touch him when he was in such a condition. Even in such a state, he could still feel her gentle touch. Oh, how he yearned for it right now.
That would wait until later. Right now, he still had to pleasure his love with a little surprise. With much reluctance, he released her from his tight embrace and swiftly guided her to the end of the alley. "Where are we going, Vincent?" He heard her ask in evident confusion.
"That would ruin it, angel." He briefly paused. "Now, I want you to close your eyes and hold my hand. Don't open them, or I will not hesitate to blindfold you the rest of the way!"
She grunted in defeat. "All right, I'll play your little game--for now."
She received no verbal reply, except for the semi-chilling, masculine chuckle. What did he have up his sleeve? She could only wonder.
With her sight obscured, she blindly followed his lead with a trusting grin. She felt his hand tighten around hers as he quickly escorted to what seemed like an empty corridor. Muffled voices and broken conversations were heard in the background, as if only fitting in with her blinded surroundings. This surprise must have been carefully plotted, or a damn good stroke of inspiration. Either way, her dark companion couldn't surprise her with his outdated attempts of chivalry. Really, knights in shining armour were a little cliché these days.
Be it knight in tacky metal, or rather, a Byron-esque contemporary romantic, she couldn't ask more of a man. Ivory castles and happily-ever-afters only happened to the more fairer and beautiful of princesses. True, she was of royal decent (so was Vincent), but still, she was far from being the typical monarch. Blonde, pretty, and having a nice figure was not something passed from the exquisite beauty of her mother. Oh well, one could only dream.
Besides, she had Vincent, right? Even if this relationship did not last forever, she could always hold onto these precious moments before returning to reality and contemplating another attempt of suicide. Vincent would never know about that. No one would.
It was a regret she would always bear. The horrid secret of trying to kill herself was something she would keep hidden, locked safe within the depths of her mind and soul. Even now, she felt shame for even attempting it. What would her father do if he lost the last member of his minute family? she did not want to consider it, not that, she didn't concern herself with her father's affairs, but someone else. The man beside of her needed her more alive, than dead.
It was egotistical to even consider the notion. Killing herself would not solve anything--Vincent would have no one if she committed such a selfish act. It was would be a lie if someone said that he still had his friends. The others may tolerate him, but they did not hold total concern for his welfare. It was noticeable within their eyes whenever they saw Vincent enter a room.
What did happen anyway?
From what she understood, Cloud and Vincent had some sort of argument between them. The air between them was strained and quite noticeable to the naked eye, even a fool could see the animosity between them. Could Cloud have done something so horrid that he angered Vincent to point of murder? He couldn't have. Vincent was very hard to piss off, much less Cloud upsetting someone, especially a friend, to that point. On the other hand, Vincent could have been the guilty party…
Yuffie shook her russet locks in silent annoyance. Whatever happened, it was in the past, and that's where it would stay. Besides, it appeared that he and Cloud were on good terms again. Of course, if that was not a false bravado created for her oblivious benefit. She would not forgive them if it were merely a ploy to deceive her.
Two could play at that game. But first, she would have to actually prove them guilty. Which, was something she had no intention of doing. It was time to bury the hatchet and forget about it, whatever it was…
"Vincent darling, are we almost there yet? I fear I'm going to stumble on something!"
He gently chuckled at her cynicism. "Almost, just be patient."
"You know patience is not one of my virtues." She shot back with mocking pride.
"I know," he rasped, before placing a tender kiss upon her hand. "But, it's a quality--or lack of--I admire about you. Who would want a silent companion that agrees or disagrees with everything you say?"
"Cid? Barret?"
"Besides them. I'm somewhat surprised Shera and Elmyra have tolerated them for this long." He briefly paused. "What I mean is, I want someone real, not artificial. I want to have debates and arguments; it's more tangible, more realistic. I don't want to play a part that's false, Yuffie. I want reality."
Yuffie kept her eyes closed, not wanting to see his serious expression. She knew, not even by looking, he was far from joking. The boyish tone he often used was nonexistent at the moment. The old, more callous and stoic manner he used quite frequently on their journey came into full affect, daunting her confidence. Vincent treated this topic as if his life depended upon it. So much was held within his dark, palpable words, it was almost frightening.
As if reading her vexed thoughts, the disconcerted gunman gently clasped her hand in silent reassurance. He had not intended to upset her with his morose ravings. Truthfully, he wanted her to see that what he meant was the fact she was real to him. And that she was what he was searching for. God, could he be even more, maladroit in his meanings? It was like speaking Latin to someone deaf.
He mentally rolled his eyes at the silent reprimand--he needed a more…direct approach. Perhaps, this little regatta in the dance hall would express his meaning. It was bad enough fighting his conscience about his sudden plans. Let alone getting caught with this semi-illegal stunt. Restriction upon dance halls before lavish revelries always placed a damper upon one's sense of fun. Oh well, what could they do to them? Money and certain titles always made the slightest semblance of discord nonexistent.
Besides, it was well worth the sacrifice just to see her doting smile and the warm feel of her arms loosely draped around his rigid waist. Ah yes, just imaging it, made him want to quicken their pace.
The entranceway held a semi-gothic aura as shadows overcast much of the vast room. Draperies of a darker shade hung like ominous specters as the dimming slant of light meekly bowed to its dark lord. Unlit tapers draped the indented foyers, showing a prospective offer of more illumination for the pitch room.
Their footsteps echoed within the archways of the massive hall. The rotunda at the center, even with poor light, held true magnificence. Vivid, bright colours of stained glass painted unique pictures of an artificial sunset with darker shades of the night appearing at the pinnacle--white stars hanging loosely at its apex.
Truly, this ballroom cost a pretty penny to whoever donated it. A king's ransom merely paid for the ceiling, let alone the accessories and other furnishings there were yet to be seen. Vincent's eyes carefully took in the unseen beauty as he selfishly concealed his love's view.
Not yet. He could not allow her to see until he had at least one candle burning. A romantic evening without candles? The very act teetered along the lines of blasphemy. He might have been a monster, but certainly not one without eloquent manners and the highest sense of propriety.
"Stay here," he murmured, silently telling her to keep her eyes closed.
Yuffie stood within the center, feeling a tinge of trepidation as she heard Vincent's light footsteps echo within the distance. Her bunged eyes squinted from the long, strenuous task of keeping them closed. What exactly was he doing?
For some reason, she felt a tinge of trepidation travel up her spine. Vincent always seemed to have that unnerving affect upon her confidence. It reminded her of the old days. She inwardly smiled from the thoughtful memories of her keeping distance between the imposing gunman and herself. For the longest time, she thought he actually was a vampire, albeit a sexy, seductive one.
Of course, he did not need the sensual, luring affects to capture his prey his looks could, alone. His bloodstained-eyes were also a wonderful addition to his godlike form. Adonis incarnate. No, Eros would be a better choice. Especially, after their rendezvous from the night before…
She inwardly moaned from the enigmatic practice. Perhaps, he was planning for another…immaculate night of ecstasy. A girl could dream, couldn't she?
And right now, she was on the verge of ruining this somewhat secret surprise he had for her. Didn't he understand it was fruitless to tempt her with such suspense and keep her surprised? Of course, he had her right where he wanted her--vulnerable.
With a shuddered sigh of impatience, Yuffie felt a cool hand stroke the small of her back. She held back a gasp as the uninvited appendage traveled vertically toward the base of her neck. Warm breath accompanied with a light kiss caressed her exposed neck as someone whispered, "Open your eyes, love."
She needed no further provocation. Opening her blurry eyes, they widened from the sight before them. An immense room stood before her, enveloping everything within its lavish darkness. A single taper burned with unadulterated brilliance as it contrasted its dark brother. Shadows from the flame danced upon the shaded walls, showing shadowy figures dancing like a maddened dervish.
A hand rested upon her chest as she took in the magnanimous view. He had thought of this? Appreciation filled her when she turned and gazed lovingly within his burning-eyes. Surprise engulfed her soul when she seen the love reflected back. He wasn't doing this to appease her; he was doing this because he loved her.
That sweet revelation completed all doubts about him, this was the man she wanted to marry, have children with. And of course, he would be a suitable father. Well, with his titles and wealth, but most of all, the love and overprotection he harboured.
"Would you care to dance, my sweet?" He asked, breaking her out of her immersed thoughts.
Yuffie placed a trusting hand within his as she maneuvered the brass claw around her supple waist. Raising a sable brow in a playful manner, she challenged, "You lead."
Appeased laughter echoed within the silent room, breaking its composed serenity. Vincent carefully lead her into the darkened center, his eyes fixed on her. "You know how to waltz?" He asked with hopeful assurance.
He received a half-smirk. "Vincent Valentine, do you honestly think I've neglected all duties as an heir to the Wutainese throne? Come on, I could dance circles around you!"
His wolfish grin countered hers. Leaning in, he murmured, "We'll see about that, princess. Don't forget, I've been dancing longer than you have…"
Was that a jest about his true age? Shiva, he was wicked.
"I know. But, that would place you into the 'older gentlemen's' category, wouldn't it? I'm sorry, but I need a fast, graceful dance. Not one who waits five seconds and then begins the next move."
"Really?" He asked stoically. "Well, I suppose, you will not be disappointed, angel mine. I happen to be an elite dancer and if you add a few new steps into the fray, I'm certain I won't step on your feet."
"Bite me, Vincent!" She snorted from his subtle cynicism.
Perhaps, that was not the best comeback since he looked at her with lustful-eyes. "Is that an invitation, Miss Kisaragi? Because, if you were merely joking, back out now…"
"No. I will stand behind my words, Mister Valentine." She stated matter-of-factly, her petite nose extended within the air.
Vincent considered her insinuating invitation. Not until their dance was finished, would he actually accept her discreet offer. Oh, but tonight she would be eaten, by a very hungry wolf.
Breathing in, the former Turk pulled her closer. Chest to abdomen, he whisked her into an unprecedented frenzy of twists and turns. Her body corroborated with his as he made their dance less formal and more lascivious--Society would be appalled, by such innate dancing. Wonderful.
Yes, this would be where he would bite the bullet and ask her. Tomorrow night, this silent room would be filled with rigmarole of high society. And they--would be the center of attention. Not just for outward appearance, but also, for what would transcend between them. Vincent Valentine, heir to the Yoshijirou throne, and guardian of the Phoenix god, would shackle himself to the alleged enemy, Yuffie Kisagragi.
His conflicting thoughts were set aside when he felt her head, rest against his chest. A light sigh was emitted from her tender-taken breath as she snuggled deeper into the firm torso. "Yuffie?" He questioned with concern. "What is it?"
Silken strands of russet cascaded against him. "Nothing, Vincent. I'm just happy."
Vincent brushed his lips against her silken tendrils. "As am I, love, as am I."
Darkness enveloped them when their waltz slowed to inaudible footsteps. Demon holding angel in a loving manner as the soundless symphony lingered throughout the pleasant air. The dimming taper cast shadows upon their lithe forms, showing an enriched version of the entwined lovers. Light and shadowed were the only attendants to watch the private dance.
Tomorrow, the serene atmosphere would be broken by a mob of brainless humans that only basked in mindless socialism. The only pair unaffected by the mechanical association would be the silent couple entranced in the center. And they--would show the world how obtuse and hypocritical it truly was. Love would conquer this time. Even, if it were represented by two of the most unlike people--they would prove the world was not such a cold, dark, living hell, after all. Or else, martyr themselves to their chaste cause…
Author's Note: Whew! I finally got a chapter out! (Smiles wearily.) I know, I know it has grammatical errors all throughout the chapter--I'll fix them later… Right now, I wanted to post this chapter before I went on Senior Trip and waited longer. Sinful, I know.
This has got to be one of the worst chapters I've written. (It's fluffy, though. I'll give it that! ^_^) I've neglected, procrastinated, and hesitated long enough! Screw school and all its antics with unreasonable assignments! ACT is the devil incarnate and it has drained me! .; I'm completing this story before the year is over (at least, I hope so)! The next chapter will be better, I promise! Then it will become a bit more interesting! (Smirks evilly.)
Oh, and also to the reviewer that asked me about requests, please e-mail me! I tried to send you a message but my Hotmail sender said the address did not exist. I apologize for not being able to respond…
And, I want to thank everyone thus far with the reviews and death threats! ^_^ I believe I shall hurry and get the next chapter out. Motivation and the will to write have finally returned to me! (That's always a good thing!)