A/N: SECOND INSTALLMENT! OH YEAH! Vinnie's gonna get money, Vinnie's gonna
get money!
Disclaimer: I am more than certain that FFVII is not my property. And Squaresoft better release Advent Children out here . . . or else we'll all go nuts on them! Who's with me?! **Crickets chirp** All right then crickets! Let's go maul Hironobu Sakaguchi! **Charges off on a Gold Chocobo**
**Quote of the Day** "We are but one apple on a vast tree. One tree in a vast grove. One grove in a vast green." - Alta, White Jenna by Jane Yolen (But not the GREAT Alta.)
VINCENT'S HALLOWEEN PARTY ~ a humor fanfic by the eternally bored MoMo
Chapter 2: Ah sweet Gil, how I hath missed Thee
Vincent like the chocobo he was riding on. Unsure of its gender he had dubbed it Stolen, since it was stolen. It was an even-tempered chocobo, nice and understanding. It had lovely stamina too. Didn't tire so easy. It was good. But it was also not so good, because his butt had fallen asleep. And let me tell you, it's not good when your butt has fallen asleep. Three days it had taken him to get to the Chocobo Ranch. Just as well; he had been running out of Greens. He entered the Ranch and was immediately greeted by Choco Billy.
"How can I help you, Mr. Valentine?" he asked.
"Greens and a stable for this one."
"Right. And will that be cash or check?"
Vincent blinked. He didn't have any money.
"May I ask sir," Billy said hesitantly, "why you have Miss Tifa's chocobo?"
Vincent could barely hide a smirk. Bless Choco Billy. "I have it on loan. So, uh, just send the bill to Tifa and Cloud. I'm sure they won't mind."
Billy looked skeptical, then shrugged. It was their chocobo after all.
"Hey, what's the chocobo's name?"
"It's Rain. Always thought it was a wimpy name for a chocobo."
Vincent almost laughed. Billy seemed to hold the same disdain for Tifa's odd names but seemed only to put up with it for the money. This was a good kid. He watched the boy lead the chocobo to the stalls, warking at the familiar person. But his position now proved to be quite the conundrum. Without the chocobo it would take even longer to get to Neo-Midgar and see if they still had records of his paycheck. He'd have to stay here . . .
Vincent had never liked inns. The beds were too . . . open. The first time he had stayed at an inn with Cloud and co. he had tried to reach the ceiling with his arms, just to see if he could touch it. He couldn't, obviously. And the sides didn't box him in. He had felt homesick, longing for his silk-lined coffin and his fluffy pillow. Vincent now felt homesick, longing for the day when he could go back into his coffin.
"Mr. Valentine?"
Vincent was shaken out of his reverie by Choco Billy's sister. I am afraid I've forgotten her name and my file was sadly deleted **sob** so if you know the girl's name, do tell me. Anyway, Vincent looked down at the girl. "What?"
"Do you need a place to stay? After all, Rain," at this the girl rolled her eyes, "needs to rest overnight and we have a spare bed."
Vincent twitched a little, not being fond of the open, but he too needed rest. His backside and legs were sore from riding and rest would be good. "Sure."
"That'll be 100 gil."
"Put it on Cloud's bill."
Choco Billy's sister nodded. It didn't matter where the money came from, as long as the money came in. She led Vincent into the house and pointed to a bed. "If you want anything to eat you can join me and Billy in about a half an hour."
Vincent nodded. He did notice that Choco Bill was nowhere in sight, but he didn't worry about it. The kids didn't seem to care so he shouldn't either, right? Vincent felt that stupid voice in his head again, pushing him to ask where Choco Bill was.
'No.'
~ But they're CHILDREN! ~
'So?'
~ They can't possibly take care of themselves! ~
'Seem to be doing well enough to me.'
~ You're impossible! ~
Vincent then kindly asked Chaos to chase the do-gooder voice. Chaos, having nothing better to do, did as Vincent asked. It was fun really, for when Vinnie closed his eyes he could see the demon chasing the do-gooder. His stomach rumbled a little, but he ignored it. He could eat the next morning. Vincent was tired now. Not bothering to clean up or to take off his shoes, he lay down on the bed and crossed his arms over his chest out of habit. Then he drifted off into sleep, only to be terrorized by his monsters. And life was good.
Choco Billy and his sister stared at Vincent, who was moaning in pain and grief.
"Should we wake him up?"
Choco Billy looked warily at their customer. "No, I don't think so." The light from the sunset glinted off Vincent's claw. "He just might be dangerous."
*~*~*~*~*
Vincent awoke the next morning, stretching his arms as he did so. Breakfast was out on the table, but the two children were gone. Dimly he wondered why, but then the answer came to him when his gold claw reached out for the syrup.
'Of course. I must be the embodiment of the bogeyman or something.'
He sat down and poured the syrup over the pancakes that had been set out for him. Chewing he recalled the time when Lucrecia had made some for him . . . Oh they had been the sweetest of all pancakes, even if one side had been burnt and they were all horribly disfigured. Vincent recalled her apologizing a thousand times over, saying that she had wanted to make everything perfect.
-Oh great- a part of him thought, -Now you're going to have to atone for that memory when you get back. -
Vincent distantly wondered why he had so many voices in his head. They were frightfully annoying and seemed to constantly interfere with his atonement. He finished the last of the pancakes and downed a glass of orange juice, enjoying the citric acid that burned his mouth. But what about Stolen? Would the chocobo be outside, waiting for him?
There was a loud "WARK!" and Vincent left the house to find the blue chocobo well rested and a sack of greens at her side. He had decided that the chocobo had to have been a girl; no one would name a male chocobo Rain. But then again, Tifa could choose to be weird. He mounted Stolen and turned her around in order to leave the Ranch. And then THAT voice started again.
~ VINCENT! ~ It shouted, ~ What about the CHILDREN? ~
'They can go to hell.'
Vincent didn't need to call Chaos this time; the voice gave up on its own. Smiling, he left the ranch, eager to get to Neo-Midgar. The journey would take one more day and then Cait Sith would allow Stolen and himself to rest and to catch up when he got there. He'd have to tell Cait- no wait; it's Reeve- to appear in front of him as a human and not a giant marshmallow with a stuffed animal stuck on top. He wondered if there were any records of him working at Shin-Ra, especially after Diamond Weapon's attack.
These were the thoughts that occupied his mind as Stolen/Rain ran past Kalm and Fort Condor. It barely registered in his mind when the sky began to grow dark as he approached Neo-Midgar. The city had never really been important to him; it had been in construction when he was a Turk. The people at the gateway allowed him in immediately; recognizing him as one of the people who saved the Planet. He ignored them; people were boring. It was only when he was deeper in the city did he realize that rumor could spread like wildfire in a dry forest. Too late now. And it wasn't as if he could make himself inconspicuous; guys in blood red cloaks with gold claws weren't exactly common.
A girl passed by him, gaping. "Aren't you . . ."
"No. I'm a vampire in the guise of the person you think I am, ready to suck the blood of the people of Neo-Midgar," Vincent said.
The girl's eyes widened. She ran off and Vincent nearly fell off Stolen in shock and amusement. Someone actually BELIEVED him? Shaking his head, he headed deeper into Neo-Midgar, in search of an old bank. It would be at least thirty-three years old. He prayed that it was still there and that the President hadn't thought of cutting off his account. Removing the card from his pocket, he stared at it carefully. It was the standard blue card with account number and name of person. Nothing special. But it could bring Vincent lots of Gil. Interest had to account for something and he had never bought anything that put him into debt. He should have a few million Gil now.
Vincent stopped Stolen as he saw a partially dilapidated bank. It looked old enough. Vincent got off of Stolen and made his way to the bank slowly. There was an ATM outside and he decided that that would have to do. The bank looked really creepy, even for him. He slid his card into the slot and typed in his pin number, something he miraculously remembered. The screen turned a bright blue with a "PLEASE HOLD" sign on it. Vincent waited, hoping . . .
The screen came up. "HOW MUCH WOULD YOU LIKE TO WITHDRAW?" Vincent released his breath without even knowing he had held it. Well, you only live once, so Vincent pressed the screen where it said, "ALL." The "please hold" sign came back, then said, "PLEASE CHOOSE SMALLER AMOUNT." So there WAS a lot of money! Vincent took out 100 gil, knowing that the receipt would say how much money was left. As the receipt came into his hands, he nearly whooped for joy. 1,999,900 GIL! It was like a dream come true!
"I'm a gillionaire," he whispered to himself, clutching the receipt and the gil. He continued to draw out more until he could hold no more. He laughed. Vincent blinked at his laughter, surprised that he knew how. Then he forgot about it, hatching a plan. He would bribe everyone or threaten them or blackmail them! He could do anything! HE WAS A GILLIONAIRE!!
Vincent leaped onto Stolen/Rain with joy in his heart and rode out of Neo-Midgar, hearing a distant call of Cait Sith on a megaphone, "Wait Vincent . . ."
[Great,] muttered Chaos, [it was bad enough with atonement, now it's joy.]
*****TO BE CONTINUED*****
A/N: LAST CHAPTER WITH RANDOMNESS ON HALLOWEEN!!
Disclaimer: I am more than certain that FFVII is not my property. And Squaresoft better release Advent Children out here . . . or else we'll all go nuts on them! Who's with me?! **Crickets chirp** All right then crickets! Let's go maul Hironobu Sakaguchi! **Charges off on a Gold Chocobo**
**Quote of the Day** "We are but one apple on a vast tree. One tree in a vast grove. One grove in a vast green." - Alta, White Jenna by Jane Yolen (But not the GREAT Alta.)
VINCENT'S HALLOWEEN PARTY ~ a humor fanfic by the eternally bored MoMo
Chapter 2: Ah sweet Gil, how I hath missed Thee
Vincent like the chocobo he was riding on. Unsure of its gender he had dubbed it Stolen, since it was stolen. It was an even-tempered chocobo, nice and understanding. It had lovely stamina too. Didn't tire so easy. It was good. But it was also not so good, because his butt had fallen asleep. And let me tell you, it's not good when your butt has fallen asleep. Three days it had taken him to get to the Chocobo Ranch. Just as well; he had been running out of Greens. He entered the Ranch and was immediately greeted by Choco Billy.
"How can I help you, Mr. Valentine?" he asked.
"Greens and a stable for this one."
"Right. And will that be cash or check?"
Vincent blinked. He didn't have any money.
"May I ask sir," Billy said hesitantly, "why you have Miss Tifa's chocobo?"
Vincent could barely hide a smirk. Bless Choco Billy. "I have it on loan. So, uh, just send the bill to Tifa and Cloud. I'm sure they won't mind."
Billy looked skeptical, then shrugged. It was their chocobo after all.
"Hey, what's the chocobo's name?"
"It's Rain. Always thought it was a wimpy name for a chocobo."
Vincent almost laughed. Billy seemed to hold the same disdain for Tifa's odd names but seemed only to put up with it for the money. This was a good kid. He watched the boy lead the chocobo to the stalls, warking at the familiar person. But his position now proved to be quite the conundrum. Without the chocobo it would take even longer to get to Neo-Midgar and see if they still had records of his paycheck. He'd have to stay here . . .
Vincent had never liked inns. The beds were too . . . open. The first time he had stayed at an inn with Cloud and co. he had tried to reach the ceiling with his arms, just to see if he could touch it. He couldn't, obviously. And the sides didn't box him in. He had felt homesick, longing for his silk-lined coffin and his fluffy pillow. Vincent now felt homesick, longing for the day when he could go back into his coffin.
"Mr. Valentine?"
Vincent was shaken out of his reverie by Choco Billy's sister. I am afraid I've forgotten her name and my file was sadly deleted **sob** so if you know the girl's name, do tell me. Anyway, Vincent looked down at the girl. "What?"
"Do you need a place to stay? After all, Rain," at this the girl rolled her eyes, "needs to rest overnight and we have a spare bed."
Vincent twitched a little, not being fond of the open, but he too needed rest. His backside and legs were sore from riding and rest would be good. "Sure."
"That'll be 100 gil."
"Put it on Cloud's bill."
Choco Billy's sister nodded. It didn't matter where the money came from, as long as the money came in. She led Vincent into the house and pointed to a bed. "If you want anything to eat you can join me and Billy in about a half an hour."
Vincent nodded. He did notice that Choco Bill was nowhere in sight, but he didn't worry about it. The kids didn't seem to care so he shouldn't either, right? Vincent felt that stupid voice in his head again, pushing him to ask where Choco Bill was.
'No.'
~ But they're CHILDREN! ~
'So?'
~ They can't possibly take care of themselves! ~
'Seem to be doing well enough to me.'
~ You're impossible! ~
Vincent then kindly asked Chaos to chase the do-gooder voice. Chaos, having nothing better to do, did as Vincent asked. It was fun really, for when Vinnie closed his eyes he could see the demon chasing the do-gooder. His stomach rumbled a little, but he ignored it. He could eat the next morning. Vincent was tired now. Not bothering to clean up or to take off his shoes, he lay down on the bed and crossed his arms over his chest out of habit. Then he drifted off into sleep, only to be terrorized by his monsters. And life was good.
Choco Billy and his sister stared at Vincent, who was moaning in pain and grief.
"Should we wake him up?"
Choco Billy looked warily at their customer. "No, I don't think so." The light from the sunset glinted off Vincent's claw. "He just might be dangerous."
*~*~*~*~*
Vincent awoke the next morning, stretching his arms as he did so. Breakfast was out on the table, but the two children were gone. Dimly he wondered why, but then the answer came to him when his gold claw reached out for the syrup.
'Of course. I must be the embodiment of the bogeyman or something.'
He sat down and poured the syrup over the pancakes that had been set out for him. Chewing he recalled the time when Lucrecia had made some for him . . . Oh they had been the sweetest of all pancakes, even if one side had been burnt and they were all horribly disfigured. Vincent recalled her apologizing a thousand times over, saying that she had wanted to make everything perfect.
-Oh great- a part of him thought, -Now you're going to have to atone for that memory when you get back. -
Vincent distantly wondered why he had so many voices in his head. They were frightfully annoying and seemed to constantly interfere with his atonement. He finished the last of the pancakes and downed a glass of orange juice, enjoying the citric acid that burned his mouth. But what about Stolen? Would the chocobo be outside, waiting for him?
There was a loud "WARK!" and Vincent left the house to find the blue chocobo well rested and a sack of greens at her side. He had decided that the chocobo had to have been a girl; no one would name a male chocobo Rain. But then again, Tifa could choose to be weird. He mounted Stolen and turned her around in order to leave the Ranch. And then THAT voice started again.
~ VINCENT! ~ It shouted, ~ What about the CHILDREN? ~
'They can go to hell.'
Vincent didn't need to call Chaos this time; the voice gave up on its own. Smiling, he left the ranch, eager to get to Neo-Midgar. The journey would take one more day and then Cait Sith would allow Stolen and himself to rest and to catch up when he got there. He'd have to tell Cait- no wait; it's Reeve- to appear in front of him as a human and not a giant marshmallow with a stuffed animal stuck on top. He wondered if there were any records of him working at Shin-Ra, especially after Diamond Weapon's attack.
These were the thoughts that occupied his mind as Stolen/Rain ran past Kalm and Fort Condor. It barely registered in his mind when the sky began to grow dark as he approached Neo-Midgar. The city had never really been important to him; it had been in construction when he was a Turk. The people at the gateway allowed him in immediately; recognizing him as one of the people who saved the Planet. He ignored them; people were boring. It was only when he was deeper in the city did he realize that rumor could spread like wildfire in a dry forest. Too late now. And it wasn't as if he could make himself inconspicuous; guys in blood red cloaks with gold claws weren't exactly common.
A girl passed by him, gaping. "Aren't you . . ."
"No. I'm a vampire in the guise of the person you think I am, ready to suck the blood of the people of Neo-Midgar," Vincent said.
The girl's eyes widened. She ran off and Vincent nearly fell off Stolen in shock and amusement. Someone actually BELIEVED him? Shaking his head, he headed deeper into Neo-Midgar, in search of an old bank. It would be at least thirty-three years old. He prayed that it was still there and that the President hadn't thought of cutting off his account. Removing the card from his pocket, he stared at it carefully. It was the standard blue card with account number and name of person. Nothing special. But it could bring Vincent lots of Gil. Interest had to account for something and he had never bought anything that put him into debt. He should have a few million Gil now.
Vincent stopped Stolen as he saw a partially dilapidated bank. It looked old enough. Vincent got off of Stolen and made his way to the bank slowly. There was an ATM outside and he decided that that would have to do. The bank looked really creepy, even for him. He slid his card into the slot and typed in his pin number, something he miraculously remembered. The screen turned a bright blue with a "PLEASE HOLD" sign on it. Vincent waited, hoping . . .
The screen came up. "HOW MUCH WOULD YOU LIKE TO WITHDRAW?" Vincent released his breath without even knowing he had held it. Well, you only live once, so Vincent pressed the screen where it said, "ALL." The "please hold" sign came back, then said, "PLEASE CHOOSE SMALLER AMOUNT." So there WAS a lot of money! Vincent took out 100 gil, knowing that the receipt would say how much money was left. As the receipt came into his hands, he nearly whooped for joy. 1,999,900 GIL! It was like a dream come true!
"I'm a gillionaire," he whispered to himself, clutching the receipt and the gil. He continued to draw out more until he could hold no more. He laughed. Vincent blinked at his laughter, surprised that he knew how. Then he forgot about it, hatching a plan. He would bribe everyone or threaten them or blackmail them! He could do anything! HE WAS A GILLIONAIRE!!
Vincent leaped onto Stolen/Rain with joy in his heart and rode out of Neo-Midgar, hearing a distant call of Cait Sith on a megaphone, "Wait Vincent . . ."
[Great,] muttered Chaos, [it was bad enough with atonement, now it's joy.]
*****TO BE CONTINUED*****
A/N: LAST CHAPTER WITH RANDOMNESS ON HALLOWEEN!!