Disclaimer: Same as chapter 1. There's no point in repeating it.. right?
-Chapter 2-
There he was, lying half-dead on the floor in a pool of blood. There was nothing I could do. The huge man, with his hands as big as trays. He was a giant. He couldn't have done anything to eliminate the giant. I couldn't see the giants face.
It was covered by a shadow. "Let's go guys.. There's nothing we can do about him now..
There's no point in helping him. He's gonna die soon anyway."
Those were the last words that came out of Cloud Strife's mouth. I couldn't help it, and just ran to him.
'It can't just end this way' I thought.
"You can't just die on me like this!" I screamed, embracing the practically dead man, his face paler than ever before,
the ends of his long ebony hair, drenched in his own blood.
"We have to do something!" I screamed at the rest of AVALANCHE. "TIFA! PLEASE!" I screamed her name, knowing that she would probably be the only one who would help.
They just disappeared with saddened faces. And I was left there.
With the one man I truly loved.
Half-dead in my arms.
"NO!" I screamed, and I shot up from my lying position in bed. My face was wet with perspiration. 'Thank God it was just a dream' I thought to myself.
I checked the clock that there was on the side-table next to the bed. '3:50 am' I got out of bed, and left the room, heading towards the bathroom. I went inside, and switched the light on. The bulb probably needed replacing soon. The light was dim. I went up to the sink and opened the tap. I cupped my hands so that I could get some water. When I managed to get some, I splashed it all onto my face, and sighed.
'I wonder why I had such a dream.. Man, it gives me the chills thinking about it again, and hell I'm not gonna try and sleep again. I really don't wanna dream that horrid dream again,' I thought. 'Hmm, maybe I could go down to the living room, and maybe read some kind of book that there is over there till Vinnie gets up.'
I switched the light off, and headed downstairs into the living room. There was a light coming from there. 'Maybe the fireplace is still on,' I thought. But when I entered, I was surprised to see the person I did not expect to see.
"I heard you shout a few minutes ago.. Are you alright?" his voice was soft and filled with concern.
"Yeah, Vinnie, I'm fine.. Just had.. A bad dream" I told him, and looked down at my bare feet. "A-are you alright?" I asked back, just in case something that had to do with my dream happened. You never now.
"Yes," he answered. "I'm fine." and that's when I thought I saw a hint of a smile.
That was all he said. And then he smiled.. What was there to smile about! Damn! I'm like about to go mentally insane with this stupid dream that I had, and then I ask him how he is, he just tells me that he's fine and SMILES! Smiling is something that he does NOT do, and something that he did for the first time, in a VERY wrong moment and woo, I need to breathe.. Aaahh.. That was one long sentence. And the same stupid questions are always tormenting me. 'Why? Why did I have such a dream.. Was it some kind of.. Sign? A warning to tell me that something bad is gonna happen to.. Vincent?'
"Are you alright?" he asked disturbing my thoughts once again. Man, is that all he's ever gonna do while I stay here? "You seem.. Disturbed.." he finished saying.
"Well.." I started, but.. should I just tell him 'You know Vinnie? I just had a dream that you where lying dead on the floor, while everyone else just left and wouldn't help me out' but instead I just told him, "I.. just had a really bad dream, and you know how it is.. you wouldn't really be in the mood of trying to sleep again, once you know that you could have the same freaky dream." I finished saying, and plopped myself down on the sofa next to him. "So.." I said, trying to start a conversation, even though it would be kinda hard with HIM. He suddenly got up from his sitting position, walking over to the doorway.
"Since we're both awake, would you like some breakfast? Even though, it's still quite early." He asked. Was he trying to not start up a conversation? Damn, this man surely has a really hard shell. But hey, I'll break it.. no matter what.
"Sure! Want me to help?" I asked, shooting up from the seat, bending down a bit, stretching my arms behind my back and grinning at him.
"Do as you wish.." were his last words, and he kept on walking out of the room, heading to the kitchen, with me hot on his heels.
This tall man, really needs someone to crack his shell. Seriously! I mean.. how can someone be so.. introvert? Hmm.. right.. so.. what could we have for breakfast. Damn, too many thoughts in my mind. Thinking about the dream, trying to figure out how im gonna crack Vinnie's shell, and thinking about what we should have for breakfast are stressing me out.
"Yuffie, do you mind getting the plates out of that cupboard?" His cold, but at the same time, warm voice broke through my thoughts once more. Seems like I can't even think anymore. And that makes me wanna pout. So I'm gonna pout now, and I don't care if he sees me and he asks me what I'm pouting for. I just want to pout. So there. I'm pouting.
"Yuffie..?" he called, looking at me, and raising an eyebrow at my pouty face. I look at him, and my face got all unpouted (does that word even exist?) and I felt my face going slightly red. "The plates please," he told me, pointing at a certain cupboard. I looked at his finger, and moved my head so that I was looking in the direction he was pointing.
"Right..." I said, "The plates.. From... Here?" I asked myself, and opened a cupboard to find it full of old pots and pans. Not rusted.. but old.. Well, they just looked old. 'Damn' I thought to myself. So I tried opening the one next to it. But this was just.. Empty. "Vinnie! What are you talking about? There are no plates here! neither there, nor there!" I told him, giving the cupboards death glares, and pointing at them accusingly.
"They're right..." he said, and he moved swiftly, so that he was right in front of me in just a split second. Our faces were seriously THIS )( close to each other. If i moved an inch further, I could have kissed him... I would have.. Wait.. What? Whoa.. That wasn't me talking.. "Here," he then finished his sentence, giving me a slight smile and opening a top cupboard. Our eyes locked with each other, till I looked away, knowing that my face was becoming just like a beetroot.
"Oh.. So.. T-that's where they were, heh!" I said, moving a step back and scratching the back of my head, giving him a nervous grin.
Damn, that was some awkward situation there. Would you call it a situation? Well, that's what I'm gonna call it, cos I can't get the right word. Yeah, so I got the plates which I just discovered are in a TOP cupboard, not a BOTTOM one, and got a couple of forks and knifes that were already on the drain.
"So, What's for breakfast?" I asked him, whilst wiping the white plates that were full of dust. They probably haven't been used in years.
"Bacon and eggs.. If that's alright with you..?" he stated while getting a small pan out of a cupboard, and placing it on the stove.
"Eggs?" I asked, and placed both plates on the small kitchen table. "Why not omelets?"
"Well, think about it.. Omelets are made of eggs right?" He asked me, going to the fridge and getting 4 eggs out.
"Hmm.. Yeah, it's true.." I said, stroking my chin..
"So here," he told me, getting another plate out, wiping it and placing it on the table, next to the 4 eggs and some cheese, which I didn't see him get out. "Make the omelets." He finished telling me, and just got the bacon.
"Oo," I told him. "I'm good at making omelets" I said, giving him my back, and breaking the eggs. "You'll love my omelet." I finished saying, giving the eggs a beaming smile.
A/N: Right, so this was chapter tooooo. hope you peeps enjoyed. i need to start writing chapter 3 heh, but ive got too much school work! i got two freaking projects to do today which are due tomorrow. Damn, im so intelligent for leaving everything for the last minute. anyways, thanks to the two people who reviewed for chapter 1, and when i finish writing chapter 3, i wont put it up till i get at least 5 or six reviews. I wanna now if people are actually reading this story, and I wanna know what you think. You can tell me that it sucks, I dont care. just leave something :D thanks, until next time.