No Regrets
Final Fantasy VII
Acrimony
Disclaimer: Do not own FFVII.
"Damnit Valentine!" The cold, harsh, near-desperate voice rang out in sheer volume. Normally that ethereal voice only reached that level of noise when the owner, with a materia hungry mindset, reached dangerously high levels of hyperactivity, or so the Heir to The Wutain Throne claimed. Today however, that level of hyperactivity continued to recede away, even though it was already miles apart. It was evident that joy was the last thing on her mind as an increasing fury raged within her.
"Damnit! I'm Not A Bloody Child Anymore!" The evident glare dispelled through her eyes, her captivating indigo-mixed-with-lilac eyes, continued to beam out; A Glaring light even. The ranting continued, empty words flowing out of her usually pouting mouth, and even bringing the beggning to form tears to the corners of the previously shining, naiive and innocent visionaries.
Continueing to glare defiantly, creamy white palms moved up and hastily wiped the tears away. Still staring, the heir grasped at one of the spikes of her Shruiken, Conformer.
"I-" The male's hoarse, desperate voice finally spoke out, crimson eyes taking in the petite form glaring so angrily. The same orbs that struggled to mask the pain, anger; and perhaps, even the smallest hints of sorrow and regret.
"I Love You!" She screamed. Yuffie Kisaragi had never ever bean as angry and upset as she was now. Perhaps not even when Sephiroth had brutally murdered her best friend, Aeris. It used to be her, That cheerful spark that brought permanent smiles to the rest of AVALANCHE. And it would always be her, Aeris Gainsborough that reminded Yuffie about her heart. Why she was reflecting on Aeris, Yufie knew not.
"Do you think I care about our age differences?"
Then, it was Aeris, Yuffie and Tifa Lockheart. Who continuously brang smiles, laughed at nothing in particular, and where the 'cheer-bringers' of a tyipical AVALANCHE gloomy mood.
"Because I Don't Care!"
Of course, all good tihngs had to end soon, as the Shruiken Wielder had learnt in her earlier days. Aeris then- She was then- Killed. And by Sephiroth nonetheless. And now it was just her, Her and Tifa, cheering up the sad group called AVALANCHE.
"Damnit! Cloud's Moved On! Even when the love of his life died! Why Can't You?"
Yuffie had never dreamed of staying with AVALANCHE. She had only joined for one reason, and one reason only. Yuffie was a Materia Hunter. And AVALANCHE had the prettiest Materia she had yet to lay eyes on. But after journeying with AVALANCHE through the years, She had actually begun to fit in.
She had gotten used to Cid's foul mouth, Cait Sith's annoying moments, Cloud's Chocobo-styled hair. And, Vincent Valentine. As a Whole.
"I'll Tell You Why. It's Because You're Afraid!" She threw the statement out like a challenge, Still clenching Conformer in an Iron Grip. She took one glance at his sorrow-filled eyes and gripped harder as she resisted the urge to go over to him and perhaps, kiss him one last time. But she would not.
With her other hand, she dragged along a large travel bag. Yuffie was heading back to Wutai. Where she belonged. The taut look on his face was enough to shatter her.
And shatter her it did.
"What have you yet to atone for? Lucrecia's forgiven you! Hasn't she?" She whispered as she moved to stand beside him. The man she lusted for. Sighing, Yuffie Kisaragi let the anger flee, as she looked up at him. She felt her own pang of pain as she moved a hand to stroke back a devious stray strand of his fine, black hair behind his ear.
And then she walked.
Not turning back.
Walking away...
Away from him
The last audible words he could hear, finished the scene. The last scene he'd have with Yuffie Kisaragi.
"No Regrets; Vincent Valentine... No Regrets"
The End.