YESH! I finally got off of my writers block again! ::dances:: Well, also I
haven't written anything because I've been trying to defeat the Ruby and
Emerald WEAPON in the game. But I can't cuz, when I've been trying to breed
a gold chocobo, I can't. You know WHY!? MY 3RD DISC IS TOO DAMN SCRATCHED!!
I need Knights of the Round and Mime etc soooo badly! Well, uh anyways I'm
gonna get back to work and I'm hoping my FFVII soundtrack comes in soon.
Well, here's chappy nine of Lucrecia After Lifestream.
Chapter Nine:
Before Nakera could retaliate a blur shot in front of her. Nakera was flat on the ground at this point. She looked up and found Vincent over her. She rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn't seeing things. She hade spent the whole night with him, so she was sure she was seeing things.
"Vince?" Tseng asked. "Hadn't I just joined the Turks when you, er, died? That was twenty-three years ago. Why haven't you changed?"
"Alteration..." Vincent growled shooting off a bullet. "Now I advise you, leave the girl alone or you will be to face a demon from within."
"What're you talkin' about?" Elena asked. "You're only saying 'Buuuhlah, Buuulah, Buuuulah!' "
"Then leave her..." Vincent snarled. "Or you will understand what I am saying." He grabbed Nakera swiftly and moved out of the Turks view before another breath could be inhaled.
A few yards back from Cloud, Tifa and RedXIII, Vincent stopped. He still had his gun out so his drew it back into its holster.
"WHAT were you doing!?" he scolded. Nakera didn't know how to respond.
"I was walking and they grabbed me!" Nakera replied. "I was taken into a dark alley and confronted!" Vincent hesitated before saying another word or doing anything. He grabbed her and pulled up to him.
"I can't let you interact with any member of Shinra or the Turks..." he said quietly. "They'll take you away...I can't let them do that...They did it once already and if they do it again, I'll be destroyed." Nakera pulled herself away from Vincent.
"You can't be doing this!" she snapped. "It'll just stand for that we'll be the easiest target for anyone who wants to attack us! They'll do one thing to one of us to get us against each other!" Vincent listened carefully to her words and nodded.
"You're right..." he sighed. "Hojo used that to his advantage last time." He turned from her and continued on steadily on after Cloud and the others. Nakera remained in position for a brief minute.
"What? Are you just going to leave me here?" she shouted. "You didn't even bother to say something like 'Come on.' or 'Let's go.' or even something as rude as: 'C'mon bitch we gotta get up to that damn porcupine!'" Vincent turned and grinned at her.
"Well then..." he started. "Come on. Let's go. C'mon bitch we gotta get up to that damn porcupine." He laughed at himself. "You wanted me to say something so I said all of it." Nakera crossed her arms and spat on the ground.
"You're startin' to annoy me." she groaned.
"Am I now?" Vincent asked curiously as Nakera walked next to him. "But didn't last night you admit your love for me?" Nakera rubbed her face in her hand.
"I was just reliving a teenage fantasy..." she muttered to herself. "Nothing more."
The two continued to walk on, not catching even a glance of Cloud Tifa or Red XIII. They were quiet. Neither of them said a word except for the occasional 'Are you alright?' from Vincent. They had been alone with each other for a good two hours. Vincent, if he wanted to, could have pulled anything on Nakera by now. However, he didn't, he seemed to only be worrying about her.
Eventually, it started to get dark and the two were pretty much stranded mile and miles from civilization. So they had no choice but to make a camp for the night. After a minute or so, Vincent had a fire going, pretty much all they needed. When the fire had been accomplished Nakera strolled off for a minute. Vincent sat down in front of his poorly built fire and started to stir it with his clawed metal arm. It didn't phase him at all. There wasn't a single pain nerve in his entire forearm. Not long after that Nakera showed up again. "Are you alright?" Vincent asked turning his view to her. Nakera's face was red. Of course she didn't know. She just sat down next to him. "For the last time Vince-" Nakera had grown a little habit of calling him 'Vince' every once in a while. "-I'm fine..." She was silent a moment. Nakera heaved out a shaken sigh and leaned on Vincent's shoulder. "I'm just really scared..." Vincent started at her longingly as put his humanistic arm around her. "There is never anything one should be scared of." he whispered. Nakera stared into the flames of the fire as if in a trance. She reached out and arm and grasped a part of Vincent's cloak tight in her fist. "I meant what I said last night..." she muttered. "I felt it in a dream, and my dreams don't lie..." Vincent nodded slowly. He understood what she meant. Her temper and attitude were only signs that she was in denial. "So, you admit that you do love me?" he asked in a soothingly seductive manner. "...Y-yes..." she stuttered. "Admitting these things is never a fun task." Nakera closed her eyes and seemed to fall into a deep sleep. Vincent took his metal clawed at and held up her chin careful not to cut her. He gazed deeply into her bittersweet eyes. "Whatever happens between us, stays between us, understand?" he asked. Nakera nodded her head slowly. The two just stared into each other's windows until Vincent couldn't take just staring any longer. He grabbed Nakera by he wrist and pinned her to the ground. "Remember," he said kissing her passionately. "Only between us."
Vincent spent over two hours just having Nakera pinned underneath him and kissing her consistently. He was enjoying himself and he could tell Nakera was too. As much as he endured himself in this almost sexual infatuation he couldn't help but feel something was missing to it. He knew exactly what it was.
"Nakera," he said. "I have kissed more times that I know, but how many times have you kissed me?" Nakera hiccupped and Vincent started to think that all of this was because Nakera was drunk. "Zero...times." she said eyeing him. She knew what he was thinking. "An no, Vince, I am not drunk, I was just crying." Vincent was relieved to hear that. If she was drunk then that could have meant that everything she had said and allowed him to do meant nothing to her. But before Vincent could completely finish his thought he felt something in his mouth...Nakera had been French kissing him for the past minute! Vincent returned the kiss and they remained locked for what seemed like forever, but was only about fifteen minutes. In his mind, Vincent was beaming. He couldn't wait to fall asleep peacefully for the first time in years. This time, his nightmares of terror would be gone and now replaced with dreams of hope.
Chapter Nine:
Before Nakera could retaliate a blur shot in front of her. Nakera was flat on the ground at this point. She looked up and found Vincent over her. She rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn't seeing things. She hade spent the whole night with him, so she was sure she was seeing things.
"Vince?" Tseng asked. "Hadn't I just joined the Turks when you, er, died? That was twenty-three years ago. Why haven't you changed?"
"Alteration..." Vincent growled shooting off a bullet. "Now I advise you, leave the girl alone or you will be to face a demon from within."
"What're you talkin' about?" Elena asked. "You're only saying 'Buuuhlah, Buuulah, Buuuulah!' "
"Then leave her..." Vincent snarled. "Or you will understand what I am saying." He grabbed Nakera swiftly and moved out of the Turks view before another breath could be inhaled.
A few yards back from Cloud, Tifa and RedXIII, Vincent stopped. He still had his gun out so his drew it back into its holster.
"WHAT were you doing!?" he scolded. Nakera didn't know how to respond.
"I was walking and they grabbed me!" Nakera replied. "I was taken into a dark alley and confronted!" Vincent hesitated before saying another word or doing anything. He grabbed her and pulled up to him.
"I can't let you interact with any member of Shinra or the Turks..." he said quietly. "They'll take you away...I can't let them do that...They did it once already and if they do it again, I'll be destroyed." Nakera pulled herself away from Vincent.
"You can't be doing this!" she snapped. "It'll just stand for that we'll be the easiest target for anyone who wants to attack us! They'll do one thing to one of us to get us against each other!" Vincent listened carefully to her words and nodded.
"You're right..." he sighed. "Hojo used that to his advantage last time." He turned from her and continued on steadily on after Cloud and the others. Nakera remained in position for a brief minute.
"What? Are you just going to leave me here?" she shouted. "You didn't even bother to say something like 'Come on.' or 'Let's go.' or even something as rude as: 'C'mon bitch we gotta get up to that damn porcupine!'" Vincent turned and grinned at her.
"Well then..." he started. "Come on. Let's go. C'mon bitch we gotta get up to that damn porcupine." He laughed at himself. "You wanted me to say something so I said all of it." Nakera crossed her arms and spat on the ground.
"You're startin' to annoy me." she groaned.
"Am I now?" Vincent asked curiously as Nakera walked next to him. "But didn't last night you admit your love for me?" Nakera rubbed her face in her hand.
"I was just reliving a teenage fantasy..." she muttered to herself. "Nothing more."
The two continued to walk on, not catching even a glance of Cloud Tifa or Red XIII. They were quiet. Neither of them said a word except for the occasional 'Are you alright?' from Vincent. They had been alone with each other for a good two hours. Vincent, if he wanted to, could have pulled anything on Nakera by now. However, he didn't, he seemed to only be worrying about her.
Eventually, it started to get dark and the two were pretty much stranded mile and miles from civilization. So they had no choice but to make a camp for the night. After a minute or so, Vincent had a fire going, pretty much all they needed. When the fire had been accomplished Nakera strolled off for a minute. Vincent sat down in front of his poorly built fire and started to stir it with his clawed metal arm. It didn't phase him at all. There wasn't a single pain nerve in his entire forearm. Not long after that Nakera showed up again. "Are you alright?" Vincent asked turning his view to her. Nakera's face was red. Of course she didn't know. She just sat down next to him. "For the last time Vince-" Nakera had grown a little habit of calling him 'Vince' every once in a while. "-I'm fine..." She was silent a moment. Nakera heaved out a shaken sigh and leaned on Vincent's shoulder. "I'm just really scared..." Vincent started at her longingly as put his humanistic arm around her. "There is never anything one should be scared of." he whispered. Nakera stared into the flames of the fire as if in a trance. She reached out and arm and grasped a part of Vincent's cloak tight in her fist. "I meant what I said last night..." she muttered. "I felt it in a dream, and my dreams don't lie..." Vincent nodded slowly. He understood what she meant. Her temper and attitude were only signs that she was in denial. "So, you admit that you do love me?" he asked in a soothingly seductive manner. "...Y-yes..." she stuttered. "Admitting these things is never a fun task." Nakera closed her eyes and seemed to fall into a deep sleep. Vincent took his metal clawed at and held up her chin careful not to cut her. He gazed deeply into her bittersweet eyes. "Whatever happens between us, stays between us, understand?" he asked. Nakera nodded her head slowly. The two just stared into each other's windows until Vincent couldn't take just staring any longer. He grabbed Nakera by he wrist and pinned her to the ground. "Remember," he said kissing her passionately. "Only between us."
Vincent spent over two hours just having Nakera pinned underneath him and kissing her consistently. He was enjoying himself and he could tell Nakera was too. As much as he endured himself in this almost sexual infatuation he couldn't help but feel something was missing to it. He knew exactly what it was.
"Nakera," he said. "I have kissed more times that I know, but how many times have you kissed me?" Nakera hiccupped and Vincent started to think that all of this was because Nakera was drunk. "Zero...times." she said eyeing him. She knew what he was thinking. "An no, Vince, I am not drunk, I was just crying." Vincent was relieved to hear that. If she was drunk then that could have meant that everything she had said and allowed him to do meant nothing to her. But before Vincent could completely finish his thought he felt something in his mouth...Nakera had been French kissing him for the past minute! Vincent returned the kiss and they remained locked for what seemed like forever, but was only about fifteen minutes. In his mind, Vincent was beaming. He couldn't wait to fall asleep peacefully for the first time in years. This time, his nightmares of terror would be gone and now replaced with dreams of hope.