Yuffie's Secret
Chapter 3: Kidnapped
Vincent was awakened by rays of bright sunshine streaming in through the window. He lay in Yuffie's arms listening to her slow, steady breathing and heartbeat. He smiled, remembering the events of the night before. Yuffie began to stir under him. He raised his head and looked at her, brushing a strand of hair off her face. She opened her eyes, and gazed drowsily at him, smiling.
"Good morning…," she said, yawning. Vincent kissed her softly in reply, and then shifted in the bed, so that she was in his arms instead of the other way around, wrapping his arms tightly around her. She snuggled into his chest and drowsed for a few more minutes in his safe embrace. She began to grumble about needing a shower.
"You do smell pretty bad…," Vincent said with a smirk.
"Hey---"Yuffie started. Before she could finish what she had to say, Vincent has whisked her away to the bathroom.
The two lovers stepped out of the shower and dressed. They headed downstairs, expecting to face the questioning glare of Godo. When they got downstairs they were greeted with silence.
"Dad?" Yuffie called.
No answer.
"Maybe it's later than I thought. He must have gone to the Pagoda already," she said shrugging.
"Yuffie…," Vincent said softly.
"What's wrong?" she asked him.
"Your father's been taken by the Turks," Vincent said trying to keep his voice calm and handing her the note he had found stuck to the table with a knife. At least there's no blood on it…, he thought to himself.
Yuffie shredded the note to pieces and slammed her fist down onto the table, then completely overturned it. She went raging through the house, knocking things over, breaking them. She fell to her knees in the hallway, tears of rage and pain coursing down her cheeks, sobs wracking her body. It wasn't long before she felt Vincent's strong arms encircle her. He held her tightly, whispering soothing words to her.
Finally when she couldn't force the tears anymore, she looked up into his crimson eyes. She saw nothing but love for her burning there. He looked down at her, and wiped her tears with his hand. Yuffie leaned up and kissed softly.
"Will you help me find my father?"
"Yes, but I think it would be a good idea to get the rest of AVALANCHE involved. Do you agree?"
"Yeah, besides it'll be good to see them all again. Can we leave soon? I want to find my father as soon as possible. There's no telling what the Turks will do to him."
"I think it would be a good idea to leave now."
"Okay, let me get ready." Yuffie went upstairs to her room. She dug out her old armor. She slipped into her khaki shorts, but settled for a black tank. Her green tank had long since been disposed of. She slipped on her socks and boots and tied a bandana on her head, ranbow style, letting her dark hair fall freely down her back. Yuffie grabbed her Conformer, equipped with Leviathan, and on an impulse she couldn't explain, grabbed her mother's necklace and stowed it in the hidden compartment of her weapon. She turned to the door.
Vincent stood in the doorway in the usual black outfit, thought his scarf was tied on his head ranbow style as well. It no longer hid his face. He had his cape on and Death Penalty in a holster on his belt. He carried no material other than healing magic because of his inner demons: Galient Beast, Death Gigas, Hellmasker, and Chaos. "Ready?" he asked her.
"Let's go," Yuffie said. Vincent offered her his hand and they went outside. Yuffie whistled to Angel and Storm, both gold chocobos, and they came running.
"Which one do you want?" Yuffie asked.
"I'll take this one," Vincent said pointing to the bigger one.
"That's storm, and this is Angel," she said mounting him.
Vincent mounted Storm. "Let's head to Rocket Town first," he said. "It's the closest." With that the two of them rode off like bats out of hell.