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{ CHAPTER IX ~ DE`JA` VU }
Heat surrounded her, though she was shivering. The covers hardly served as a shelter from the demon outside. The footsteps grew louder by the minute, step, step, STEP! As if she was possessed by something, Tifa couldn't tell what was going on around her. The footsteps went in a pattern. Nearing closer to her room. Like a small child, she was helpless and scared.
And suddenly, they stopped. Tifa's supposed conciousness returned. Her fear dissolved and she drew the covers away. Her eyes were still shut tight, her other senses searching for intruders.
...Nothing.
She didn't hear anything else. Silence was all that was there. Tifa opened her eyes and looked around. She realized how bad her eyes hurt. Maybe she was just sleepy. Maybe just a little shaken up. And maybe she had been concentrating so hard on using her hearing that her eyes were damaged... She stood from her bed and walked outside of her room, looking for the source of the footsteps.
And she crashed straight into Cloud. "What are you doing here?" he asked at the same time that she did.
"I was just going out on the dock to get some air," Cloud told her. "You?"
"Cid awoke me. He was heading over here, so I let him have my bed," Tifa responded.
"Being nice to everyone, as usual?" Cloud smiled softly.
'He noticed...that I'm trying to be kind?' Tifa was surprised. More than surprised, she was shocked. She was used to being left in the shadows. She'd had the attention when she was a child, and now it was time to let others be noticed.
"I heard footsteps a minute ago. I was just looking for who was walking around," Tifa told him, changing the subject. She didn't feel comfortable talking about the previous. "But I can tell that those footsteps weren't yours... I sensed something... Like they were inhuman."
'Nice job, Tifa. He thinks you're crazy.' Tifa turned away.
Cloud nodded, though Tifa's back was turned. He didn't know what to say, not even what to think. "Go back to sleep. We're gonna head out tomorrow morning."
Tifa nodded. She walked back into her room and shut the door. And suddenly, Cloud was worried. What just happened?
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Vincent strolled quietly through the airship, making his way to the exit. He jumped from the dock, the ladder brushing by his feet. His feet softly hit the ground, dust gathering around. Vincent walked back to Cosmo Canyon.
Something bothered him. It was that Turk. Vincent wanted to see his face. He had focused on glaring into his eyes when they fought, but never took a look at his other features. Suddenly, he had to see!
The light patter of his footsteps appeared in the silent town as Vincent headed for the Inn. He walked inside and immediately recognized the heap of blue and red lying on the ground. The Turk's outfit, drenched in blood. Vincent kicked at the body. He took the Turk's left hand and began to drag him out of the Inn. A trail of blood followed behind.
Vincent sighed as he looked back. Most people would find the blood disgusting and leave someone who supposedly doesn't have feelings or emotions--someone like Vincent himself--to clean the mess. Yet in truth, he hated the red substance. It was awful and torturous to look at, and he just couldn't tolerate it.
But there it was. And no one else would clean it up. Another sigh escaped Vincent as he continued to walk. What would he do with this body? Just dump it in the middle of the field? It was useless now, simply a lifeless pile.
Clank! A shrill sound interrupted Vincent's thoughts. His eyes focused and made him aware that he was now in the middle of the dark field outside Cosmo Canyon. He turned to the source of the sound and saw that something had fallen from the body of the Turk.
Vincent reached over to pick up the object and discovered that it was a simple chain with a dog tag attached. Interesting... The Turk was obviously wearing it, which meant that he did a little battling when younger. But even more interesting was the name engraved on the back. "Ashi".
It sounded so familiar... But Vincent just couldn't remember where he'd heard the name. He threw the Turk's body into the shadows and turned on his heel, ready to head back.
As ironical as it may seem, Yuffie stood there. She smiled that annoying, childish way. "What are you doing?" She didn't seem to even notice the body.
"Nothing," Vincent growled, "Get back to Bugenhagen's." Vincent pushed her out of the way and walked forward. Yuffie was hurt. She gritted her teeth and ran to his side.
"I wanna know," she whispered, "why you came to help save me."
Vincent stopped abruptly and pushed the bangs out of his eyes. A firm expression on his face, he turned to Yuffie. "The Turk looked familiar to me. He looked like someone I hated a lot." Well, it was partly true. That name on the dog tag sounded familiar.
"Hey, that's no reason to kill a person you don't know! Maybe that guy and the one you hated weren't the same person!" Yuffie hissed. Her eyes stormed and glared into the firey pupils across from hers.
"He was hurting you, wasn't he? That's reason enough." A slight pause came from Vincent. But he just HAD to add more. "I mean, if a party member is in danger, we must all help out.
She wouldn't get a clear answer out of Vincent, she could tell. Yuffie dragged behind, keeping her distance from Vincent. She sulked silently, wishing he would just grow up.
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{ CHAPTER IX ~ DE`JA` VU }
Heat surrounded her, though she was shivering. The covers hardly served as a shelter from the demon outside. The footsteps grew louder by the minute, step, step, STEP! As if she was possessed by something, Tifa couldn't tell what was going on around her. The footsteps went in a pattern. Nearing closer to her room. Like a small child, she was helpless and scared.
And suddenly, they stopped. Tifa's supposed conciousness returned. Her fear dissolved and she drew the covers away. Her eyes were still shut tight, her other senses searching for intruders.
...Nothing.
She didn't hear anything else. Silence was all that was there. Tifa opened her eyes and looked around. She realized how bad her eyes hurt. Maybe she was just sleepy. Maybe just a little shaken up. And maybe she had been concentrating so hard on using her hearing that her eyes were damaged... She stood from her bed and walked outside of her room, looking for the source of the footsteps.
And she crashed straight into Cloud. "What are you doing here?" he asked at the same time that she did.
"I was just going out on the dock to get some air," Cloud told her. "You?"
"Cid awoke me. He was heading over here, so I let him have my bed," Tifa responded.
"Being nice to everyone, as usual?" Cloud smiled softly.
'He noticed...that I'm trying to be kind?' Tifa was surprised. More than surprised, she was shocked. She was used to being left in the shadows. She'd had the attention when she was a child, and now it was time to let others be noticed.
"I heard footsteps a minute ago. I was just looking for who was walking around," Tifa told him, changing the subject. She didn't feel comfortable talking about the previous. "But I can tell that those footsteps weren't yours... I sensed something... Like they were inhuman."
'Nice job, Tifa. He thinks you're crazy.' Tifa turned away.
Cloud nodded, though Tifa's back was turned. He didn't know what to say, not even what to think. "Go back to sleep. We're gonna head out tomorrow morning."
Tifa nodded. She walked back into her room and shut the door. And suddenly, Cloud was worried. What just happened?
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Vincent strolled quietly through the airship, making his way to the exit. He jumped from the dock, the ladder brushing by his feet. His feet softly hit the ground, dust gathering around. Vincent walked back to Cosmo Canyon.
Something bothered him. It was that Turk. Vincent wanted to see his face. He had focused on glaring into his eyes when they fought, but never took a look at his other features. Suddenly, he had to see!
The light patter of his footsteps appeared in the silent town as Vincent headed for the Inn. He walked inside and immediately recognized the heap of blue and red lying on the ground. The Turk's outfit, drenched in blood. Vincent kicked at the body. He took the Turk's left hand and began to drag him out of the Inn. A trail of blood followed behind.
Vincent sighed as he looked back. Most people would find the blood disgusting and leave someone who supposedly doesn't have feelings or emotions--someone like Vincent himself--to clean the mess. Yet in truth, he hated the red substance. It was awful and torturous to look at, and he just couldn't tolerate it.
But there it was. And no one else would clean it up. Another sigh escaped Vincent as he continued to walk. What would he do with this body? Just dump it in the middle of the field? It was useless now, simply a lifeless pile.
Clank! A shrill sound interrupted Vincent's thoughts. His eyes focused and made him aware that he was now in the middle of the dark field outside Cosmo Canyon. He turned to the source of the sound and saw that something had fallen from the body of the Turk.
Vincent reached over to pick up the object and discovered that it was a simple chain with a dog tag attached. Interesting... The Turk was obviously wearing it, which meant that he did a little battling when younger. But even more interesting was the name engraved on the back. "Ashi".
It sounded so familiar... But Vincent just couldn't remember where he'd heard the name. He threw the Turk's body into the shadows and turned on his heel, ready to head back.
As ironical as it may seem, Yuffie stood there. She smiled that annoying, childish way. "What are you doing?" She didn't seem to even notice the body.
"Nothing," Vincent growled, "Get back to Bugenhagen's." Vincent pushed her out of the way and walked forward. Yuffie was hurt. She gritted her teeth and ran to his side.
"I wanna know," she whispered, "why you came to help save me."
Vincent stopped abruptly and pushed the bangs out of his eyes. A firm expression on his face, he turned to Yuffie. "The Turk looked familiar to me. He looked like someone I hated a lot." Well, it was partly true. That name on the dog tag sounded familiar.
"Hey, that's no reason to kill a person you don't know! Maybe that guy and the one you hated weren't the same person!" Yuffie hissed. Her eyes stormed and glared into the firey pupils across from hers.
"He was hurting you, wasn't he? That's reason enough." A slight pause came from Vincent. But he just HAD to add more. "I mean, if a party member is in danger, we must all help out.
She wouldn't get a clear answer out of Vincent, she could tell. Yuffie dragged behind, keeping her distance from Vincent. She sulked silently, wishing he would just grow up.
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