Tell Me I Was Dreaming
By: Yuffie Kisaragi2
I only own my own characters, I think you can tell which ones they are.
Nope, this is not based off of the song... This is an eight chapter short story that I will try to update every week or so. Don't hold me to that, though! Read onward! Remember that you read at your own risk, so no complaints about 'This story sucks soooo bad!' Because it's your own stupidity that made you read on.
Dedicated to Paine Kisaragi, who kept me from taking this story off. Deplora, for more inspiration and all-around cheering me up. And Ezri-Candy, for more inspiration and all-around cheering me up. Thankies, guys!
Chapter Seven: GODS! Make The Pain Stop!
Yuffie looked up into red eyes.
-- "I'm sorry for being a brat, Vinnie! That's how I am though! That's my personality! Just like how you have no personality!" --
"Tell me that I'm dreaming," she heard him whisper softly.
"I can't tell a lie, Vincent... I'm dying..."
-- "You, a respectable ninja from Wutia, the daughter and only heir to the throne, cannot possibly be a brat all of the time." His garnet orbs seemed to be looking through her body and into her very being. "No matter how horrible you may think that you are, you truly are not." --
Vincent put his face in his hands, then looked back up at the sick Lady of Wutia. "Please, don't give up just yet."
Yuffie nodded and swallowed the lump in her throat. "You... Don't know what it's like, Vincent..."
-- "You don't know what it's like! You don't know what it's like to want something so bad that you could feel it! That you would kill yourself for it!" --
"I do..."
The ninja closed her eyes for a moment, then opened them to look at him. "I'm so... So sorry. I didn't want any of my friends involved in this." She shook her head and swallowed hard. "But I guess that no matter how hard you try to avoid them, friends just seem to find you." Vincent knew this feeling, he had been trying to avoid anyone from AVALANCHE by joining the Turks.
The man watched in silence as the Lady of Wutia coughed into a tissue and made a face at it. She tossed it in the trash can, then laid back into the pillows. They were in near silence, only the noise from other rooms filling their ears.
-- "Hey! Wa-ait! Vin-nie!" --
-- "Where ya goin', Vampy-kun?" --
Vincent stood slowly, hoping that she was asleep by this time. "Don't leave me alone," he heard her whimper. Looking at her slumbering form, he wondered if she would see Aeris and Kurt in the Life Stream, a place where he could only wish to be.
"I'm still here," he heard himself reply softly. "I'll always be here for you."
She shifted, then fell back into a light sleep. "I love you," she said in her hazy, light sleep.
The tall man in all black stared at her figure, then smiled and sat down in his chair beside her bed. "I love you too," he replied. "I have since I saw you jump away from my coffin."
-- He sat up and looked around at the crew standing before him. A blonde man with hair that stood up in gravity deyfing spikes, a large man with a gun grafted in his right arm, and a skinny girl that jumped away from him, her grey eyes mistrusting. "Eww!" he heard her screech. "Gross!" --
-- Aeris smiled over the fire at the vampiric man. "I wonder," she said thoughtfully, trying to get his attention. It didn't work how she had hoped. Vincent did not even look up at her.
"Yuffie! Give me back my hair gel!"
"Gah! I didn't steal your hair gel!" The scrawny teen scrambled out of her tent, closely pursued by the flat-haired fearless leader. Vincent looked up, slightly amused by the scene. Aeris cleared her throat and he resumed his brooding.
The pink-clad Ancient grinned. "Oh, I was right!" Vincent seemed unfazed by her outburst, but she continued anyway. "Cait! Come here!"
The cat and mog hopped over and she whispered a few things to the cat. He nodded and started working on something. A piece of paper emerged from the fortune-telling mog and the Ancient took it and read quickly. "Oh, boy," was the cat's only response.
Aeris took the piece of paper over to Vincent and handed it to him. Looking up at her, he took the paper. "Your love is who you least suspect. Caring and opinionated, but quite the nuisance." He looked up at Aeris again. "What is this?"
She grinned. "The one you'll fall in love with!" With that, she skipped back over to the cat to get a second piece of paper. After the cat and Cetra laughed about something, Aeris took it over to Yuffie, who guffawed and threw the paper in the fire.
"Dark, brooding, and all around hot!? That's too stupid, even for you, cat!" Without a second glance, she walked away, tossing a bottle of gel into the air and catching it one-handedly over and over. --
The doctor that Vincent recognized as Dr. Hushman walked in with a short, squat doctor with iron-colored hair and penetrating blue eyes. "Is she asleep?" Dr. Hushman asked quietly.
Standing and walking closer, Vincent nodded. "She's only been asleep for a few minutes."
The blonde doctor shook his head. "This is Vincent Valentine," the young physician told his comrade. "Mr. Valentine, this is Dr. Rayynz, the physician from Mideel that you were asking about earlier."
Standing up a little straighter, Vincent nodded to the doctor. "Miss Kisaragi does not want to see him," he said firmly.
Dr. Rayynz smiled knowingly. "Yes, she saw me a little over a year ago for treatment, but decided that she would come back to Wutia for her people."
Hushman seemed taken aback. "She did?"
Vincent knew exactly what was coming and walked back over to sit in his seat beside the ninja's bed. The two doctors talked in loud whispers until they caught the red eyes glaring at them. Hastily, they left the dimly lit, quiet room. Vincent placed his hand over the Lady of Wutia's, amazed at how quickly MAKO poisoning decided to take over her small body.
Yuffie stirred and muttered something to Kurt, then settled back into her light sleep again. Vincent's heart ached that, in her time of need, she called out to a dead boy that she had once loved. He was suddenly reminded of himself...
-- "Why the hell do you love her? She's living like a.. a.. a wraith! Under that damn waterfall, Vincent! It's not worth mourning over!" --
The words she had spoken while they were staying in Kalm, right before they took off for the Northern Crater to fight Sephiroth, came back to him. "Why do you love him still?" he asked her sleeping form. "Is it because you remember him suffering? Or do you blame yourself?"
-- "I'm afraid of monsters, but I'm not afraid of you... Guess that means you're not a monster, eh, Vampy?" --
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Vincent opened his crimson eyes to see Yuffie crying. "Yuffie?" he asked, sitting up from his slumped position that he had slept in. She did not respond. He reached across her bed and touched her shoulder, but still, she did not respond.
Her grey, unseeing eyes looked past him, almost as if she was reliving something horrible. "I'm so sorry, Kurt," she whimpered. "I didn't see it!" She flinched as if she was getting yelled at, then cried out as if she had been struck by something heavy. "It w-w-wasn't m-my fault," she stammered.
"Yuffie!" Vincent was fully awake and had his hands on her shoulders, shaking her lightly to wake her. Slowly, her stormy orbs focused on his face.
"Vinnie?" she whimpered pitifully. He nodded and wrapped his arms around her, she did the same, her head on his chest. "Gawd, I h-hate these stupid dreams," she whispered to him. "They always come back when I'm sick."
"Tell me what they are, so maybe they won't come back again," he suggested helpfully.
She laid back against the pillows and looked up at him. "Okay... But they're still gonna come back. I guess that I'm just reliving old memories..."
-- Fifteen-year-old Yuffie jumped down from a tree that she'd fallen asleep in and walked toward the small clearing. "Kurt?"
"Over here," a tall, light-haired young man called back. She sprinted toward the fire and saw his grin. "Did you rob that chocobo carriage?"
Yuffie groaned. "There was a chocobo carriage?" She ran her hand through her short raven locks.
"What do you mean 'There was a chocobo carriage?' Didn't you fucking see it!?"
She jumped back about six inches. "I'm so sorry, Kurt," she said softly. "I didn't see it!"
"How the hell couldn't you fucking see it!? It was all decked out! What the hell did you go do!? Fuck some random guy that came across your damn path!?" He noticed her flinching at the volume of his voice and struck her hard across the face with his hand.
After a cry of pain and surprise, she let the tears fall down her cheeks slowly. "It w-w-wasn't m-my fault!"
"It wasn't your damn fault!? Where the hell were you!?"
She was gasping for breath, bleeding from the mouth, but nothing hurt worse than his words. "I fell asleep," she whispered softly. Kurt laughed a cold, unfeeling laugh and pulled his fist back as if to punch her. This time, however, she was quicker. One of her poisoned throwing stars caught him of-guard by grazing his cheek. "Don't make me hurt you," she sobbed, tears blocking her vision.
Kurt wailed on her, beating her about the head, leaving bruises and cuts. When she got to the brink of unconsciousness, her hand shot up and he stumbled backwards. Looking down at his stomach, both saw blood gushing from the wound, a bloody dagger in the young ninja's hand.
"I'm so... So sorry, Kurt. I told you that I didn't want you to come with me... Please, understand..." --
Vincent wiped the tears from the woman's face as she sobbed. "It wasn't your fault, Yuffie. You do know that, don't you?"
Her face was ashen and her breathing was shallow, but she nodded. "I've always known that." Her voice was hoarse and Vincent knew that she was fading fast.
"Don't give up, Lady Yuffie Kisaragi," he warned her, feeling the tears threatening to fall from his own garnet eyes. "Don't you dare give up!"
She smiled weakly at him. "And how, pray tell, am I supposed to keep myself from giving up." She doubled over on her side, facing away from Vincent. "Make the pain stop!" she wailed. "Gods, just make it all STOP!"
A nurse and Dr. Hushman entered quickly. "What happened?"
Vincent's eyes were wide and he shook his head, not knowing how to answer. Yuffie's shrieks of pain filled the room and he knew that she was giving up, no matter how much he wanted her to stay alive. She was fading faster by the second, only pain was keeping her with him...
'Tell me that I'm dreaming,' he begged. 'Tell me that I'm really asleep in my coffin again, waiting for AVALANCHE to come find me. Don't tell me that she's going to leave me here alone. I can't live without her...'
Surka: Wow, sad chapter...
YK2: Okay, I know that I just updated, but I HAD to update again, thanks to the two reviews I've read so far.
Paine Kisaragi: Deplora, Ezri, I think you've reached her 'Give 'Em A Hug' List... Beware!
Surka: I'm gonna end up huggin' ya'll for bringin' her outta that slump! Oh, what the hell! --Hugs Deplora and Ezri-Candy--
Deplora: Wow! Between you and Ezri-Candy, I've been officially cheered up! I LOVE YOU GUYS!!! Yuffie's my fave video game character too! (Hence the name!) And Yuffentines are the greatest, well, for FF7 anyways. But about Vinnie bein' left all alone.. Hmm...
Ezri-Candy: You know, I don't think I've ever been so abruptly yanked out of depression until you and Deplora's reviews! THANKIES! I like writing cliffies, they're so much fun! I am not going to remove those two reviews, merely because to each his/her own and they're entitled to their own opinions, no matter how hurtful they may seem. I had to laugh at your last comment... --giggles-- I'm still laughing about your last comment! And having you, Sorceress Fujin and Deplora review is like a dream come true, because I love their stories! Yours too! Hell, any GOOD review is a dream come true in my world!
Surka: She's a sad, sad fifteen-year-old...
YK2: Yeah, well... A sad, sad fifteen-and-a-half-year-old who's gonna be gettin' her temp as soon as she passes that damn written test! I think I may have needed to up the rating during this chappie... Oh well! Welp, thankies sooooooooooooooo much! Till Next Time! AUDI!!!!
-The gang from TMIWD