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Divine Beings: Divinity Neverending
I don't really know what I'm doing.
That's rather obvious.
Shut up. I'm tired of hearing you! What are you? Like the little voice in the back of my head or something? GAWD!
Well, yeah, I am. You can shut me up if you'd stop talking to yourself.
Kuutpoa.
Chapter One
Yuffie heard the door open and shut behind her and glanced back to see Vincent standing at the top of the steps leading up to the villa. Her amethyst orbs met his garnets and they shared a secret smile. He walked down to join her and she wrapped her arms around him in a desperate attempt to hold onto the friends that she had just walked out on. He returned the embrace, although not quite as tightly. She looked up at him and sniffed.
"I told him I'd meet him at the beach at midnight. I wasn't really expecting to take off outta there, y'know?"
Vincent nodded and looked past the ninja at the crowd of people. "I believe that we may have found our infamous friend," he told her.
She turned and saw the crowd. Letting out something reminiscent of a chuckle, she ran toward them, only to see Sephiroth being bombarded by babes in bikinis and surfer boys wanting to know how he got the awesome Sephiroth-like ensemble. She would have laughed at him had there not been a girl too close to him for Yuffie's comfort. Vincent, sensing his younger friend's discomfort - and anger, although she would not admit it - acted quickly.
"Seth!"
His monotonous voice at such a loud variable made everyone look over at him. Sephiroth saw Vincent, then saw the seething Yuffie. With a small sigh of relief, he shrugged to his on-lookers. "Well, I suppose I do have to respond, eh?" He made his way dramatically over to Yuffie, whose face was redder than Vincent's cloak. A wicked thought crossed his mind and he kissed her right then and there. She pulled back and glared up at him, lilac eyes becoming a troubled grey.
He smirked at her and she wanted, seriously, to slap that smirk off his face. "You know that this attention you get will make it hard to find Reina, right?" she asked without emotion.
He studied her, unsure as to why she was not smiling like he had thought she would. "And what do you propose we do?"
She grinned wickedly. It was a grin that he decided that he did not like. Vincent, no doubt, knew what she was thinking, for he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "We will not go that far, Yuffie-san. Let us find a clothing store to replace his ragged leathers, then we will move on to his physical appearance."
She looked up at him with a pouty expression, but the man was already moving toward the store which Sephiroth had recently come out of. The silver-haired man looked at his ninja comrade curiously. "What were you going to do?" he demanded.
She looked up at him innocently. "Nothing!" With that, she took off after Vincent. Sephiroth, in total confusion, followed the duo, suspecting that Yuffie was up to something.
Yuffie had gotten bored whilst Vincent and Sephiroth looked for suitable atire. She had never been one of those girls to go out and shop a lot. She believed that it was rather boring and wished to take to part of it. Instead, she checked into the inn and curled up on her bed - the one near the window - with a vampire novel recently purchased, meaning that she bought it with Vincent's gil while he was attending Sephiroth. She had made it through chapter five before the stoic gunman entered the room, taking the bed against the opposite wall and leaving the middle bed open for their silver-haired companion.
"It only took you three hours," she whined, shooting Vincent an evil glare. He was sitting upon his bed, a forlorn expression upon his unaged face. "Whassa matter?" she asked, brow furrowed in worry for her older friend.
"Sephiroth questioned me on his mother and father... And I told him the truth, or what I knew of it. He's... Walking around, contemplating this revelation."
Yuffie's lilac eyes studied the vampiric man whom had become a brother figure to her. "There's... nothing wrong, right?" He looked up at her with an unknowing look and she ran a hand through short, chappy hair, pulling her bangs out of her face for a moment before letting them drop back into their normal place. "Okay, okay, I'll go check on him." She took note of Vincent's relieved expression and pulled a pair of running shoes from beneath the bed, slipping them on quickly.
Before she left, she paused in the doorway and looked at Vincent Valentine oddly. "You're... wearing street clothes," she stated. He looked up at her with his all-knowing red orbs. Indeed, he was. He wore a pair of Wranglers (Cowboy jeans, if you will) and a black tee-shirt. "Looks good," she commented before scurrying out the door to find the silver-haired freak.
A glance down the street revealed the man whom she was looking for. He was leaning against the wall that separated the beach from the town, his long silver hair flowing from its ponytail at the nape of his neck and ending just above his waist. At least he had chopped some of it off. It had been nearly to his ankles when they fought him in the North Crater. The jeans he wore were the latest fad for young men, being baggy through the legs and nearly covering his flat-soled shoes. The tee-shirt he wore was dark grey and had a tribal design on the front, though Yuffie could not see it yet.
"Hey," she said, leaning next to him, facing the opposite direction and looking back toward the town. He stopped gazing at the ocean and turned his head to gaze at the young woman beside him. She wore the same outfit he had seen earlier, her denim shorts, green halter top, leg brace, and white running shoes. Her hair was held back with a silver and green headband, bangs falling lazily over her right eye.
"Hello," he replied, tearing his gaze away to stare across the endless ocean once more. Somewhere out there was a divine being's home... And somewhere else was an extremely powerful divine being who wanted nothing more than to rule the world.
She studied his features; his broad brow, pointed chin, firm jaw... He truly was a handsome man. She could see why those bikini girls were hanging all over him. That, again, sparked jealousy within her. She had spent three days with him, yet it seemed like an eternity. How much more cliche could she get?
"Wanna talk?" she asked, getting tired of the silence. He shook his head, eyes still staring at the aqua marine waters. No sigh fell from her lips, like one would expect. Instead, she grabbed his chin in one petite hand and made him look down at her. "Listen, Seth," she said, using the name that Vincent had come up with earlier that day, "I don't care how angsty you decide to get. Vincent was all I must atone for my sins and that kinda shit, so I can deal with angst. Get depressed if you really wanna. Hell, I had to deal with Tifa pining over Cloud who was pining over Aeris, who was still in love with that Zack guy, who might've loved someone else. I don't care what the fuck you decide to do. Just, please, talk to me. I'm tired of people gettin' all moody and shit, but not talking to me. I'm a social person. I need conversation."
That said, she let go of him, still staring into his hazel eyes. "Understand?" she asked after a few moments, stilll somewhat surprised that she had actually said that.
"I understand," he replied softly, his eyes still not leaving hers.
That damn cheesy moment caught her once again and, though she wanted to struggled against it, she leaned in and kissed him chastely before pulling away and nodding once. "Good."
With that, the ninja walked back to the inn, Sephiroth following like an obedient puppy dog. How humorous. Sephiroth following her. Hadn't she spent the entire time in that alternate universe thing following after him because she didn't know what to do? Now she was leading him. It made her feel... Well, like a leader, to be blatantly honest and obvious.
A cloak slid over his broad shoulders and he brought the hood up to help conceal himself. Dark eyes, once warm and comforting, were cold and emotionless. Beneath the cloak, he wore the leathers from centuries past, a sword at his side, unlike most that were strapped across a fighter's back now-a-days. He preferred to hunt alone though he knew that he would need help. He needed to get to Costa del Sol soon.
"He's not nearly as strong as he used to be," a voice purred in his ear. He swung his arm back as if to strike the woman, but she was not there.
"Go away, ghost," he whispered furiously.
She made a pouting noise and placed an invisible hand upon his warm cheek, wishing only to savor his touch once again. He shivered and she pulled away reluctantly, knowing that it was her fault. "I'm speaking the truth, Kais. That man has had every strength known ripped from him. He will be weaker than that ninja even. Please, Kais, allow me to help you."
He stepped away from where he thought she was. A disembodied voice was all that remained of her. "No, Fox... It cannot be done. It will not be done. I cannot allow you to inhabit another's body, no matter how much good it would do. Your mind, although you disagree, would want to take over that person and never let go."
"Don't you want to feel me near you once again?" she asked as though she was fighting back tears. The voice was now behind him and floating away. "I thought you-"
"Fox," the divine being growled in a warning tone. "I made a mistake with you, okay? I did then, and I still do love you. I only wish that I could have let you go when you died. It was a mistake! And I will not allow you to take over someone to make them as you are now. Would you wish that upon anyone?"
She sighed audibly. "No, Kais, I suppose not. It's been... So long since I could feel you though."
He nodded in agreement. "I know, Fox... Believe me, I know."
That said, he performed the vanishing trick that Reina had found quite amusing. Fox would have sobbed, had she been able to. Instead, she settled with going out and touring the nearest town in hopes of finding Reina before Kais did so she could make him proud of her. But, oh, how she wanted to feel him, to savor his warmth, to taste his kiss once again.
Evening slowly turned to a star-lit night in Costa del Sol. The trio fell asleep as easily as ever. I waited. That ninja would be mine yet.
End of Chapter One
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"So, where's the ninja at, anyway?"
Vincent inclined his head toward the door leading from their room. "She went out to find a nice restaraunt that Tifa and Cloud won't go to. Seeing as Tifa normally cooks, it should not be too hard."
As if on cue, Yuffie bounded into the room, a hyper bounce to her step. "Okies! We're going to a new place down on the beach. They serve breakfast until noon, then they have burgers and fries and stuff like that."
"A nice restaraunt?" Sephiroth asked Vincent, who merely let a ghost of a smile slide across his pale face.
