Vincent Valentine woke up in a cold sweat. As it tricked down his face in small beads he thought about his dream. Actually, it was a nightmare about his past. His mother, father and sister where dieing in front of his eyes, and he was powerless to save them. The guilt unmercifully gnawed at his stomach.
"Why couldn't I save them?" He whispered into the darkness.
Getting up, he gazed out the window and watching the beauty of nature. His eyes wandered by the blossoming sakura trees, and past the poignant weeping willows, and past the moonlit lake casting shadows of the vibrant lilies. The dandelions waved softly at him as a cool breeze took up.
The trees rustled, sending the soft sakura blossom petals to the new found world of land beside their suspended home. As a sakura blossom touched the surface of the lake, a cascade of ripples was created and spread.
"How can this beauty exist with such unhappiness?" Vincent mused.
As he turned around to head back to the realm of siesta, he missed a pair of striking grayish purplish eyes that were gazing at him curiously behind the underbrush.
Vincent sighed as he reached his bed. As he lied down he thought of all that happened throughout his life. As he pondered, he found himself slowly going to sleep by the crickets energetic and joyful song that spring is coming, even though it started to rain.
His closed his eyes and shuddered, but not from the cold. He turned slightly in the bed and fell into a restless sleep.
Outside, the figure with the grayish purplish eyes lifted a sniper rifle and jumped from rooftop to rooftop in her silent attempt to catch and obliterate her prey.
Her cloak attempted to catch up behind her but decided to flow as the wind ordered them to. As she reached Vincent's windowsill, she landed gracefully with little noise and crouched. She turned on her laser beam to aim better for the bed.
Her eyes widened as she felt a cold metal claw clamp over her mouth. She felt the weight of intense, angry eyes on her back. She did a roundhouse kick to get Vincent out of her face. Seeing that he dodged and took that blasted claw off of her face, she did a back flip up onto the roof.
She took a couple of steps back and ran into something. As she turned around she felt cold metal on her forehead.
"Don't move." Vincent muttered softly, his voice steely but soft. "What do you want?"
When she turned around to look at him, she saw a pale gaunt face with a stern expression and striking crimson eyes, the color of blood, and wet raven black hair let loose from a crimson bandanna.
Taking a risk, she used the art of misconception to get his blasted gun off of her head.
"Hello, AVALANCHE. I am a messenger from the "almighty," she said with a sneer "Rufus ShinRA, regarding the quote, unquote battle for the planet. I was sent as an ambassador, in a sense. If you do not agree, kill me instantly"
A thought electrified his mind. 'Why would ShinRA wish to negotiate?' As he reflected, he slowly let down his guard.The woman took the chance and unsheathed her beautiful, glimmering katana. Her wet hair cascaded from her head and went in front of her face.
He felt his throat touch cold, unmerciful steel.
Vincent choked on his own saliva. He felt dread prickle in his chaotic mind. He could already hear Chaos mocking him, saying "Look what you've gotten yourself into now, monster boy." He flushed the thoughts of dread from his mind. He was not afraid of death; he faced it many times before.
Vincent gazed at the woman's features. She wore black and silver boots with a black skirt, and a large cloak which had beautiful elaborative golden embroidery. Her sword sheaths dangled, probably from a belt- the cloak was humongous and covered most of her body.
The cloak had sleeves, but they were not very visible, but Vincent with his keen eyes sighted them.
Her face was thin, with a firm mouth and a beautiful nose. Her eyes were stunning, which was an attractive grayish purplish color, and her eyelashes where long and gorgeous. Her eyebrows where not to thick or thin, just the right size.
Her soft strips of hair, glued to her forehead from the heavy downpour were her bangs, which floated right above her eyes. Her hair cascaded to her shoulders, and was slick and straight. It was possibly raven black; the rain could've made it darker, with dark crimson highlights; also could've been made darker from the rain.
Then, at that moment, the woman did a drastic move. With lightning speed, she sheathed her katana with one hand and brought out a shining Death Penalty look alike and shot him bull's eye in the stomach multiple times with the other hand.
Vincent hissed in pain as the bullets gnawed at his insides. He was shocked that someone had the same gun as him, and at the woman's agility.
Dark crimson blood, even darker then the color of his eyes flowed freely out of his wound. He refused to let out a blood curling scream - that would probably make his captor snicker and scoff at his weakness, which would also make him lose what little pride he had left.
He clasped his stomach and fell on one knee, not giving up yet. The pain was so intense. He started to feel a little distant by his blood loss. But Vincent Valentine, for the first time in a lifetime feared death in such a horrible, gruesome way.
Vincent Valentine was shot.
Meanwhile, in the hotel lobby, the AVALANCHE group was discussing matters. "What is that racket from the rooftops?" Yuffie yelled with a high pitched squeal, making everyone in the room cringe. "And where is Vincent?"
Yuffie suddenly stopped raving as she heard a clear shot from a gun. "Oh my gwad… I think Vincent shot something…!"
Yuffie ran to the windowsill and climbed silently to the top, the rest of the AVALANCHE gang, shaking their heads, followed in the same manner. As Yuffie reached the top, she shivered from the icy cold rain on her bare skin.
As she looked up, she saw a figure looming over Vincent's body, which was laying in a pool of crimson… his own blood? Yuffie gasped. The person who nearly killed Vincent- again, turned around to look at the helpless shinobi. Cloud, Tifa, Nanaki, Barret and Cid scrambled onto the roof. Barret slipped on the wet tiles and hanged from the edge. Alarmed, Tifa and Cloud went to help him up.Cid looked at Vincent's body, shook his head and crushed his cigarette. As Barret got onto his feet again, he kissed the rooftop for "ground," all eyes went to the figure.
Cloud found his voice first.
"What happened here?" He mumbled, but loud enough for all to hear.
"That man," She said, and pointed to Vincent, "attacked me for no apparent reason. I was going on a stroll and he tries to attack me."
"I told you he was a vampire!" Cid exclaimed.
"You took a stroll on the rooftop?" Cloud grumbled.
"Well, it was my only place of escape. Of course I jumped on the roof!" The woman raged.
Tifa shot a nasty glare at Cid and tried to pick Vincent up.
"Well?" She said, expectantly. "Are you going to help?" Suddenly everyone got the message and helped Vincent except the woman.
Tifa turned to her and asked, "I'm sorry this happened, miss. But may I have your name at least so we can…um…Interrogate Vincent?" The woman, apparently in deep thought paused for a moment before replying.
"My name is Hokage, Hokage Valentine."Authors note:
This is my first story officially now on this account. How do you like it? Reviews are loved and constructive criticism is more then welcome!
Any questions that aren't blatantly obvious will be answered unless it's a spoiler!