Um, Ice-Angel sent me a quite frustrated review, saying the last chapter
was a bit too short. So, um, this one will be longer.
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Vincent sighed softly. He really hated crowds, and still, here he was, standing in front his friend Tifa's bar, getting ready to enter. He pushed the door open, steeling himself for the stares he was no doubt going to receive, but instead of h crowd of bar guests, he was met by a room, empty, with the exception of a young girl behind the counter. It wasn't Tifa, and this puzzled him. He walked up to the counter, and the young girl looked up at him.
"Can I help you, sir?" She asked.
".I am looking for Tifa Lockheart." He answered. The girl looked at him strangely.
"Funny, you're the second person that asks that today. She's off sick. I don't know when she will be back."
"." He stood there, not sure what to do next.
"Was there something else?"
".Where does she live?"
Once again, the girl looked at him strangely. It was a bit unnerving, but of course, he didn't show it.
"Insistent, ain't ya? Well, you'll get nothing for it, she's engaged to Brent Collins." She told him, one eyebrow raised. Vincent blushed, thankful that the cloak hid his face as much as possible.
":..I'm a friend of hers. I am worried about her."
"Sure, that's what they all say. But she told me not to show any strangers to her house, 'cause she got tired of men trying to get into her pants."
" .I will not waste more of your time, then." Vincent said, turning to leave.
"Wait!" The girl called before he reached the door. Vincent turned, looking at her silently.
"Are you really her friend?"
Vincent nodded.
"Prove it."
".I can't. I am Vincent Valentine, but I have no proof that I am Tifa's friend."
"Vincent Valentine? She talked about you: She said you were one of her best friends." She said, smiling at him now, all traces of doubt gone from her face. She walked up to him, pulling out a card saying `CLOSED´ from beneath the counter.
"C'mon, I'll show you to her place." She said. Vincent nodded, and followed her without a word.
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He walked in silence behind the girl that had introduced herself as Anne. He reflected as he walked though Nibelhem that he was supposed to know his way around this place, but he didn't, not anymore, at least.
/Thirty years in a coffin'll do that, Valentine/ Chaos piped up.
/Shut up/ Vincent replied.
They arrived at Tifa's house a few minute later. Vincent looked up at the house, and absently noticed that a window on the second floor was hanging open. He snapped out of his thoughts when Anne knocked on the door. It was answered a minute or so later by a man whose resemblance to Cloud was too close for comfort.
"What?" He growled.
"Um, Mr Collins, sir, we're here to see Tifa." Anne said. Vincent looked sharply at her. There was something in her voice she seemed afraid of the Cloud look-a-like.
"She's upstairs, asleep. She can't take any guests now." There was a faint trace of panic in his voice that made Vincent take a step forward.
".Then wake her up." He told the man.
"Why should I? You can't make me." The man sneered. Vincent calmly reached out his claw, and snatched the man up to his face, grabbing him by the collar.
" Wake her up."
"She- it, I ,you can't!" The man choked out in panic. Vincent dropped him down on the floor, and stepped into the house. Obviously, the man was hiding something. He ignored Anne, who was standing in the doorway, staring at the now unconscious Mr Collins. He surveyed the house, taking in the mess in the living room, the bloodstains on the carpet, and the cut and bruises on Mr Collins face. Slowly, he started to solve the mystery around Tifa.
He walked up the stairs to the room with the open window, and found it empty. It was Tifa's room, he could tell by the clothes scattered across the floor, and the pictures lining the walls. He made his way down to the hall again, where Mr Collins had woken up again, and was currently standing by the door, holding a hunting rifle. Never once changing his expression, Vincent reached out, snatched the men by his collar again, and brought him up to face him.
"Where is Tifa?" He asked.
"It's none of your bloody business!" Collins yelled. Vincent tightened his grip.
".Let's try again. Where is Tifa?"
"I don't know! How the hell should I? That bitch ran off!"
Vincent drew his own Death Penalty, not loosening his grip, and pointed it at the mans temple. Collins gulped, and suddenly looked very scared.
".Do not refer to her like that again, or I will be forced to kill you, on behalf of Avalanche."
Satisfied that the man wouldn't do anything that stupid again, Vincent put him down again, and re-sheathed his gun. He walked out the door, but before closing it, he looked back at the man lying on the floor.
"If you ever touch Tifa again, you will not live long enough regret it."
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My seventh chapter, and the promised visit from Vincent. He will be around some more in the chapters to come, but next chapter will be about Seph and Tifa. Please review.
- Metallicafangirl
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Vincent sighed softly. He really hated crowds, and still, here he was, standing in front his friend Tifa's bar, getting ready to enter. He pushed the door open, steeling himself for the stares he was no doubt going to receive, but instead of h crowd of bar guests, he was met by a room, empty, with the exception of a young girl behind the counter. It wasn't Tifa, and this puzzled him. He walked up to the counter, and the young girl looked up at him.
"Can I help you, sir?" She asked.
".I am looking for Tifa Lockheart." He answered. The girl looked at him strangely.
"Funny, you're the second person that asks that today. She's off sick. I don't know when she will be back."
"." He stood there, not sure what to do next.
"Was there something else?"
".Where does she live?"
Once again, the girl looked at him strangely. It was a bit unnerving, but of course, he didn't show it.
"Insistent, ain't ya? Well, you'll get nothing for it, she's engaged to Brent Collins." She told him, one eyebrow raised. Vincent blushed, thankful that the cloak hid his face as much as possible.
":..I'm a friend of hers. I am worried about her."
"Sure, that's what they all say. But she told me not to show any strangers to her house, 'cause she got tired of men trying to get into her pants."
" .I will not waste more of your time, then." Vincent said, turning to leave.
"Wait!" The girl called before he reached the door. Vincent turned, looking at her silently.
"Are you really her friend?"
Vincent nodded.
"Prove it."
".I can't. I am Vincent Valentine, but I have no proof that I am Tifa's friend."
"Vincent Valentine? She talked about you: She said you were one of her best friends." She said, smiling at him now, all traces of doubt gone from her face. She walked up to him, pulling out a card saying `CLOSED´ from beneath the counter.
"C'mon, I'll show you to her place." She said. Vincent nodded, and followed her without a word.
*******
He walked in silence behind the girl that had introduced herself as Anne. He reflected as he walked though Nibelhem that he was supposed to know his way around this place, but he didn't, not anymore, at least.
/Thirty years in a coffin'll do that, Valentine/ Chaos piped up.
/Shut up/ Vincent replied.
They arrived at Tifa's house a few minute later. Vincent looked up at the house, and absently noticed that a window on the second floor was hanging open. He snapped out of his thoughts when Anne knocked on the door. It was answered a minute or so later by a man whose resemblance to Cloud was too close for comfort.
"What?" He growled.
"Um, Mr Collins, sir, we're here to see Tifa." Anne said. Vincent looked sharply at her. There was something in her voice she seemed afraid of the Cloud look-a-like.
"She's upstairs, asleep. She can't take any guests now." There was a faint trace of panic in his voice that made Vincent take a step forward.
".Then wake her up." He told the man.
"Why should I? You can't make me." The man sneered. Vincent calmly reached out his claw, and snatched the man up to his face, grabbing him by the collar.
" Wake her up."
"She- it, I ,you can't!" The man choked out in panic. Vincent dropped him down on the floor, and stepped into the house. Obviously, the man was hiding something. He ignored Anne, who was standing in the doorway, staring at the now unconscious Mr Collins. He surveyed the house, taking in the mess in the living room, the bloodstains on the carpet, and the cut and bruises on Mr Collins face. Slowly, he started to solve the mystery around Tifa.
He walked up the stairs to the room with the open window, and found it empty. It was Tifa's room, he could tell by the clothes scattered across the floor, and the pictures lining the walls. He made his way down to the hall again, where Mr Collins had woken up again, and was currently standing by the door, holding a hunting rifle. Never once changing his expression, Vincent reached out, snatched the men by his collar again, and brought him up to face him.
"Where is Tifa?" He asked.
"It's none of your bloody business!" Collins yelled. Vincent tightened his grip.
".Let's try again. Where is Tifa?"
"I don't know! How the hell should I? That bitch ran off!"
Vincent drew his own Death Penalty, not loosening his grip, and pointed it at the mans temple. Collins gulped, and suddenly looked very scared.
".Do not refer to her like that again, or I will be forced to kill you, on behalf of Avalanche."
Satisfied that the man wouldn't do anything that stupid again, Vincent put him down again, and re-sheathed his gun. He walked out the door, but before closing it, he looked back at the man lying on the floor.
"If you ever touch Tifa again, you will not live long enough regret it."
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My seventh chapter, and the promised visit from Vincent. He will be around some more in the chapters to come, but next chapter will be about Seph and Tifa. Please review.
- Metallicafangirl
