Muchitsujo Zairyo Chapter 2
(Hi everyone! Just to let you know, I am reading the reviews...I'm soooo sorry that I have been lazy and not posted this chapter. O_o I hope you'll forgive me! Anyway, here's the next chapter! Yoroshiku!)
By the time Yuffie's father, Godo, returned, it was quite late at night. Vincent decided that he would stay up and wait for him, but Yuffie went to sleep.
It was silent in the house, all Vincent could hear was the soft chirping of a cricket outside. Sitting in the house reminded Vincent all too well of what life was like for him during his childhood. At that moment he really did not want to think about something like that. He had tried to forget all of his past during his thirty years of imprisonment in the Shinra mansion...But it refused to go away. It was one of the few things that still haunted him constantly, that, and one other thing...
Vincent shuddered; he would rather die than even think about that. It was something he had never told anyone about...In fact, the only person that even knew about it was Lucrecia. Of course, seeing as how she was dead, she could not tell anyone about it.
He sighed and gazed out the window. The sky was beautiful that night. The moon was full and bright...It shone almost an orange color.
Suddenly, Vincent began to feel very tired. His eyes began to shut, and before he knew it, he was asleep.
***
Vincent awoke the next morning to find himself in a bedroom. How did he get there? Noisy, frightened conversation came in from the open window. He stood up and went to the window, looking out at a group of people crowding around a spot near a pond. The people out there seemed to be very frightened.
The gunman quickly went out there, he had no need to get dressed, for he had slept in his clothes. He found Yuffie and asked her what was going on.
"A woman was killed here last night...See that?" she asked, pointing at a wall covered in blood and scratch marks, "She was killed right over there..." Her voice was a little shaky as she spoke to him.
Vincent frowned; who could have done such a horrible thing? No one wanted this anymore, they all wanted peace...He brought up his hand to push some of his unruly long hair and gasped; his glove was covered in blood...
Had he killed the woman? How could he have if he was asleep almost the entire night?
Yuffie looked up at him, "What's the matter?" she asked, apparently, she did not notice the blood on his glove. Her eyes shone with great concern for him.
Vincent shook his head, "No...It's nothing." he lied, not wanting her to know about the blood at all. His heart beat blared like a bass drum as he stared nervously at the blood on the wall...He knew now that he had killed her...But did not want to believe it.
The gunman made up his mind to leave Wutai that night, so that he would not be able to murder anyone else...But if they found out that he killed him, he would not be able to leave so easily, and this created a bit of a problem. What if Yuffie found out? She would tell the other members of Avalanche about him for sure. It was then that Vincent knew that his life was falling to pieces right in front of him and there was nothing he could do about it.
Things were beginning to remind him more and more of the past...Of Lucrecia, and of Hojo...Although he did not want to remember Hojo at all. The murder struck him as odd, because he did not remember even waking up after he fell asleep the night before...And yet he knew that he had done it. He could almost see Hojo, down in the depths of Hell, laughing at him and telling him what a monster he was for murdering that poor innocent woman.
(End chapter two! Sorry it took me soooo long to get this thing up! _
(Hi everyone! Just to let you know, I am reading the reviews...I'm soooo sorry that I have been lazy and not posted this chapter. O_o I hope you'll forgive me! Anyway, here's the next chapter! Yoroshiku!)
By the time Yuffie's father, Godo, returned, it was quite late at night. Vincent decided that he would stay up and wait for him, but Yuffie went to sleep.
It was silent in the house, all Vincent could hear was the soft chirping of a cricket outside. Sitting in the house reminded Vincent all too well of what life was like for him during his childhood. At that moment he really did not want to think about something like that. He had tried to forget all of his past during his thirty years of imprisonment in the Shinra mansion...But it refused to go away. It was one of the few things that still haunted him constantly, that, and one other thing...
Vincent shuddered; he would rather die than even think about that. It was something he had never told anyone about...In fact, the only person that even knew about it was Lucrecia. Of course, seeing as how she was dead, she could not tell anyone about it.
He sighed and gazed out the window. The sky was beautiful that night. The moon was full and bright...It shone almost an orange color.
Suddenly, Vincent began to feel very tired. His eyes began to shut, and before he knew it, he was asleep.
***
Vincent awoke the next morning to find himself in a bedroom. How did he get there? Noisy, frightened conversation came in from the open window. He stood up and went to the window, looking out at a group of people crowding around a spot near a pond. The people out there seemed to be very frightened.
The gunman quickly went out there, he had no need to get dressed, for he had slept in his clothes. He found Yuffie and asked her what was going on.
"A woman was killed here last night...See that?" she asked, pointing at a wall covered in blood and scratch marks, "She was killed right over there..." Her voice was a little shaky as she spoke to him.
Vincent frowned; who could have done such a horrible thing? No one wanted this anymore, they all wanted peace...He brought up his hand to push some of his unruly long hair and gasped; his glove was covered in blood...
Had he killed the woman? How could he have if he was asleep almost the entire night?
Yuffie looked up at him, "What's the matter?" she asked, apparently, she did not notice the blood on his glove. Her eyes shone with great concern for him.
Vincent shook his head, "No...It's nothing." he lied, not wanting her to know about the blood at all. His heart beat blared like a bass drum as he stared nervously at the blood on the wall...He knew now that he had killed her...But did not want to believe it.
The gunman made up his mind to leave Wutai that night, so that he would not be able to murder anyone else...But if they found out that he killed him, he would not be able to leave so easily, and this created a bit of a problem. What if Yuffie found out? She would tell the other members of Avalanche about him for sure. It was then that Vincent knew that his life was falling to pieces right in front of him and there was nothing he could do about it.
Things were beginning to remind him more and more of the past...Of Lucrecia, and of Hojo...Although he did not want to remember Hojo at all. The murder struck him as odd, because he did not remember even waking up after he fell asleep the night before...And yet he knew that he had done it. He could almost see Hojo, down in the depths of Hell, laughing at him and telling him what a monster he was for murdering that poor innocent woman.
(End chapter two! Sorry it took me soooo long to get this thing up! _