This is totally the first thing I've updated in forever. "The Dance of the
Chocobos" fans are gonna kill me, but I AM working on that, it's just
taking me some time. I'll probably do some of that tonight, too.
Once again, I own FFVII, it's in my PS2, I just can't say I own the copyrights to it. I also have a Vincent action figure and keychain! HUZZAH!!!
x x x x x
Cupping his forehead in his hand, Vincent tossed yet another book onto a pile of notably boring ones. "The Theology Behind JENOVA: the Cetra Goddess of Death as according to legends and lore". The problem wasn't that it was unimportant, but it was important in such a way that would put one to sleep in a college professor's class.
He warily eyed the diary again.
Running his hand over the surface of the dusty, tattered, faded blue book, he regarded it with awe that Hojo would have left something so important behind when he returned to ShinRa Tower in Midgar. His fingers twitched slightly as they ran under the edge of it, ready to open and read.
He pushed it away hastily.
He knew all too well what would happen if he delved into the story of what happened. It was an all too dangerous tale. He would read on and on in graphic detail what had happened to the one love of his life, and would find Hojo's quick death unfitting and unjust to everyone who's lives he had destroyed.
Vincent let the diary roll around in his mind as he continued to read on about the theology behind JENOVA. Taking a quick and accurate sideward glance, he noted that there were still another ten or so books on the very same subject; a few of them were by the same author. His eyes trailed down the small hallway for a moment, taking in that there were still hundreds of books who's covers had yet to be opened.
He could feel his eyes drooping. He wasn't one to need sleep... However, he'd been awake for three days straight now. He'd been through fifty or so books. Some he'd read front to back... three were relevant to his cause... He'd set them above the mantle of what was once a fireplace, but during Hojo's experiments, had been cleaned out to make room for more books and equipment.
He turned towards the hearth, moving aside the small but heavy bookcase that had been so precisely fitted to the fireplace. The ashes of firewood were still on the cement base, scraping harshly as the bookshelf slid across the floor. Pulling the cover grate down from where it had been stashed between two shelves, he cleaned away the old ash and stocked some near empty journals inside for fuel for a fire. The pages of the journals that had been used had been carefully removed and filed according to who wrote them and when inside a desk drawer.
Pulling some matches from inside the long staples drawer beneath the desktop, he turned to the hearth again. He positioned the grate, and removed the rug from in front of the fireplace. Lighting the match, he set the books ablaze, watching as the pages crackled and sparked until the fire would be well enough on it's own to not be watched.
Turning to the diary, lifting it gingerly in one hand, he motioned towards the fire, ready to throw the diary to it's death.
He returned it to a drawer in defeat, as sleep overtook him.
x x x x x
It had been a particularly long night to be on watch. Perhaps it was because it was so uncharacteristically hot and muggy for Nivelheim, or perhaps it was because there were no stars in the sky, but regardless, the young Turk continued his rounds silently. Dawn would crack soon, and he would be able to rest. Until then, he had to wait for the word of one of the scientists that they would be safe locked away in the basement and wouldn't need him to patrol anymore... but Vincent knew about Hojo. He wasn't one to waste manpower. He would have it so that Vincent was doing rounds all day, if he could.
He sighed heavily. Thank Gaia that Robin was doing the day watch. He'd rather be asleep while his superior Robin was hawking over the scientists. Their experiments were too creepy for Vincent to care for.
He would be awake usually until seven or so, just enough time to see a groggy and disheveled Lucrecia Norrington awake from a long nights sleep, her hair messy and still in a hastily done ponytail from the day before. That was enough for him, and he would be able to get a good rest before he had to complete his duty for the evening. He would wake at three, take the Ghast, Hojo, and Lucrecia up to the mountain reactor, and then start his rounds after they returned.
He felt two arms rest heavily on his shoulders, followed by the feeling of a heavy blanked weighted on him.
"Long night?" Lucrecia smiled down at him. "It's five in the morning, you know. You should get some sleep."
Vincent touched her hand slightly. "I appreciate the gesture, but my rounds end at seven." Turning her nose up defiantly, she turned her hand under his, gripping it firmly, and slid the blanket into his fist. "What?"
"You also are under my command, soldier. Go to bed. If you go to sleep now, we can go to the reactor at one instead of three, and yesterday Hojo found something he was interested in. He was none too happy when you came in and said we had to leave. Giving him two extra hours would be a great idea..." She grinned and continued, "Besides, you're allowed to go if one of us says so. We can take care of ourselves for two hours until your colleague wakes up." Turning on her heel, she moved for the door.
How he wanted so badly to call out to her. He could smell her on the blanket. Is this from her room...? he thought idly. Determined to make one last round, he moved towards the door.
x x x x x
It was all too apparent why she had wanted him to return to the inn two hours early. What he had thought to be an act of kindness was simply a diversion to get him out of the mansion.
Slowly making his way towards the stairs, he heard her moaning quietly.
He didn't blame her. Hojo was, after all, the quickest way up the scientific social ladder in ShinRa. And he knew all too well that she had a distinct "thing" for him.
Still, he was attracted to her. The fact that she gave her love to another man only made his resolve to make her his own stronger. They weren't a couple, he knew. Hojo had been quite clear that he didn't like human contact when they'd first met. He'd glared at Vincent with a distaste that was almost sour, stating plainly that it was better and easier to work alone, and that if he had it his way, Lucrecia and Ghast wouldn't be there, either.
Even Hojo needed some human contact once in a while.
That's it. She's either doing it out of career ambition or out of pity.
He was still going to ask her out one of these days...
Once again, I own FFVII, it's in my PS2, I just can't say I own the copyrights to it. I also have a Vincent action figure and keychain! HUZZAH!!!
x x x x x
Cupping his forehead in his hand, Vincent tossed yet another book onto a pile of notably boring ones. "The Theology Behind JENOVA: the Cetra Goddess of Death as according to legends and lore". The problem wasn't that it was unimportant, but it was important in such a way that would put one to sleep in a college professor's class.
He warily eyed the diary again.
Running his hand over the surface of the dusty, tattered, faded blue book, he regarded it with awe that Hojo would have left something so important behind when he returned to ShinRa Tower in Midgar. His fingers twitched slightly as they ran under the edge of it, ready to open and read.
He pushed it away hastily.
He knew all too well what would happen if he delved into the story of what happened. It was an all too dangerous tale. He would read on and on in graphic detail what had happened to the one love of his life, and would find Hojo's quick death unfitting and unjust to everyone who's lives he had destroyed.
Vincent let the diary roll around in his mind as he continued to read on about the theology behind JENOVA. Taking a quick and accurate sideward glance, he noted that there were still another ten or so books on the very same subject; a few of them were by the same author. His eyes trailed down the small hallway for a moment, taking in that there were still hundreds of books who's covers had yet to be opened.
He could feel his eyes drooping. He wasn't one to need sleep... However, he'd been awake for three days straight now. He'd been through fifty or so books. Some he'd read front to back... three were relevant to his cause... He'd set them above the mantle of what was once a fireplace, but during Hojo's experiments, had been cleaned out to make room for more books and equipment.
He turned towards the hearth, moving aside the small but heavy bookcase that had been so precisely fitted to the fireplace. The ashes of firewood were still on the cement base, scraping harshly as the bookshelf slid across the floor. Pulling the cover grate down from where it had been stashed between two shelves, he cleaned away the old ash and stocked some near empty journals inside for fuel for a fire. The pages of the journals that had been used had been carefully removed and filed according to who wrote them and when inside a desk drawer.
Pulling some matches from inside the long staples drawer beneath the desktop, he turned to the hearth again. He positioned the grate, and removed the rug from in front of the fireplace. Lighting the match, he set the books ablaze, watching as the pages crackled and sparked until the fire would be well enough on it's own to not be watched.
Turning to the diary, lifting it gingerly in one hand, he motioned towards the fire, ready to throw the diary to it's death.
He returned it to a drawer in defeat, as sleep overtook him.
x x x x x
It had been a particularly long night to be on watch. Perhaps it was because it was so uncharacteristically hot and muggy for Nivelheim, or perhaps it was because there were no stars in the sky, but regardless, the young Turk continued his rounds silently. Dawn would crack soon, and he would be able to rest. Until then, he had to wait for the word of one of the scientists that they would be safe locked away in the basement and wouldn't need him to patrol anymore... but Vincent knew about Hojo. He wasn't one to waste manpower. He would have it so that Vincent was doing rounds all day, if he could.
He sighed heavily. Thank Gaia that Robin was doing the day watch. He'd rather be asleep while his superior Robin was hawking over the scientists. Their experiments were too creepy for Vincent to care for.
He would be awake usually until seven or so, just enough time to see a groggy and disheveled Lucrecia Norrington awake from a long nights sleep, her hair messy and still in a hastily done ponytail from the day before. That was enough for him, and he would be able to get a good rest before he had to complete his duty for the evening. He would wake at three, take the Ghast, Hojo, and Lucrecia up to the mountain reactor, and then start his rounds after they returned.
He felt two arms rest heavily on his shoulders, followed by the feeling of a heavy blanked weighted on him.
"Long night?" Lucrecia smiled down at him. "It's five in the morning, you know. You should get some sleep."
Vincent touched her hand slightly. "I appreciate the gesture, but my rounds end at seven." Turning her nose up defiantly, she turned her hand under his, gripping it firmly, and slid the blanket into his fist. "What?"
"You also are under my command, soldier. Go to bed. If you go to sleep now, we can go to the reactor at one instead of three, and yesterday Hojo found something he was interested in. He was none too happy when you came in and said we had to leave. Giving him two extra hours would be a great idea..." She grinned and continued, "Besides, you're allowed to go if one of us says so. We can take care of ourselves for two hours until your colleague wakes up." Turning on her heel, she moved for the door.
How he wanted so badly to call out to her. He could smell her on the blanket. Is this from her room...? he thought idly. Determined to make one last round, he moved towards the door.
x x x x x
It was all too apparent why she had wanted him to return to the inn two hours early. What he had thought to be an act of kindness was simply a diversion to get him out of the mansion.
Slowly making his way towards the stairs, he heard her moaning quietly.
He didn't blame her. Hojo was, after all, the quickest way up the scientific social ladder in ShinRa. And he knew all too well that she had a distinct "thing" for him.
Still, he was attracted to her. The fact that she gave her love to another man only made his resolve to make her his own stronger. They weren't a couple, he knew. Hojo had been quite clear that he didn't like human contact when they'd first met. He'd glared at Vincent with a distaste that was almost sour, stating plainly that it was better and easier to work alone, and that if he had it his way, Lucrecia and Ghast wouldn't be there, either.
Even Hojo needed some human contact once in a while.
That's it. She's either doing it out of career ambition or out of pity.
He was still going to ask her out one of these days...