n.otes: This is what
haunts them. To the 31 days tune of 'nightmare'.
a.dditional notes: Look, I just had ALL FOUR of my wisdom teeth out last
Monday. It has been just seven days since then, and my mouth STILL hurts like
somebody drove a bunch of hot nails into each gum. Reviews are great, they
really are, but one of the reasons I abandoned all of my Robin/Raven fics was
the fact that the reviewers kept rudely demanding more. I eventually got fed up
and posted a note in my profile AND to each of my fics, basically making a
total ass of myself, and I abandoned all the fics out of embarrassment and the
fact that writing those fics was more of an obligation than a past-time.
t.ertiary notes: The above note is just a very long way of
saying that I don't appreciate people being so rude to me in a review. Asking
me to update more is fine. But when your review content consists almost
entirely of "more" and "now" and your review is no more
than a sentence, I start getting pissed. Pissed enough that I thought about not
posting this as soon as I found it. I DO have a life, and I have been in GREAT
PAIN for the past seven days straight. Maybe I'm just raw right now, but I have
no tolerance for things that anger me.
That said, I'm going to go work on school work, which I should have been doing
ages ago.
Story V: For the Night Has Been Unkind
When the stars have all gone out
You'll still be burning so bright
Cast me gently into morning
For the night has been unkind
Take me to a place so holy
That I can wash this from my mind
—Answer, Sarah McLhachglan
i. When the Stars Have All Gone Out
This is the vicious part of her. This is the part she hates and fears and makes her wonder what Vincent sees in her. This is the part of her that convinces her that Vincent is only keeping her around for the sex.
She tells herself that it's enough. If all she can have of him is his body, then she will be content.
There is truth in her dreams, because when she sleeps, she is unable to lie to herself.
In her dreams, he confronts her. He tells her that she, too, must die by his hand.
She cries.
ii. You'll Still Be Burning So Bright
Tonight, Vincent dreams of his father, of his father's death.
He killed his father with his own two hands, before Chaos got used to guns. Why Chaos hates guns, Vincent will never understand. He barely tolerates them even ten years after their joining.
No matter what he does, he cannot wipe the blood of his parents from his hands. He fears that someday, Yuffie will see that blood. It is an irrational fear, for the blood is not physical, but there are nights when he dreams of drowning her in all the blood he's spilled, all the blood he's drunk.
iii. Cast Me Gently into Morning
Yuffie woke, sweating. Vincent had her trapped in his arms, those strong, strong arms. She looked up into that achingly beautiful face, so peaceful in rest, and she felt her heart clench.
She tried to move, but his arms tightened around her.
"Don't," he murmured. "You'll drown."
He sounded so afraid. His face twisted a little, and she felt the knot clasping her heart tighten.
"No," he whimpered. "Don't drink it. Don't drown. Don't trust me."
He was so sweet, in his vicious way. She loved him so much.
"Don't drown."
"I won't," she said as she kissed his forehead.
iv. For the night has been unkind.
Her hands clasp tightly around him as they flee on the motorcycle.
She cannot bear to lose him.
Take me to a place so holy
That I can wash this from my mind.