So Close
Warning: I don't own any of the characters or even the plot. It's a remake of a movie I saw called "So Close". I changed some of the pairings in the movie so there won't be any Yuri of the sort in it.
Chapter 13: The Blackmail
As Vincent was escorted to the white van outside his apartment he couldn't help but think about Tifa and who the person whom framed him was. The two amateur cops on each side of him wasn't helping matters either, even though they were following orders, Vincent couldn't help but believe that it wasn't just a regular setup.
Taking notice to his surroundings, he noticed the sky was darker than it has been all the other previous nights and that the ground was unusually wet, with no forecast of rain on today's news. They were now only a few feet in the vehicle's range, where they would take him to be question, and where he would try and clear his name. Whoever set this up was a very smart tactician, Vincent concluded.
The cold handcuffs on his bare wrist, and claw, felt even colder as they inched closer and closer to the white van, he could defiantly tell that someone close was behind this setup, an enemy, closer than that enemy should be. ((Who could he be? Is this man involved in the case I'm on… the Angel Project?))
"Here… open the door," The police officer holding onto Vincent securely ordered the other man. The other policeman nodded and opened the van's side door.
"What!" The policeman yelled as he saw in the split second he was conscious that the men in the vehicle were knocked out. A quick flash then appeared upfront of Vincent and the other policeman as the policeman that was supposed to open the door collapsed.
"Shit!" The man yelled. The person who knocked out the other policemen then appeared upfront of the two men and grinned. And, as if in slow motion, the person flicked its hand and placed it forcefully onto the policeman's chest, making his fly back into the slippery ally and into the brick wall of Vincent's apartment building.
The person was none other than the perky wannabe ninja, Yuffie Kisaragi.
((Yuffie…)) Vincent thought as he looked into the changed young woman. Taking notice to her features, she wasn't dressed like she would normally would've, her normal sleeveless turtleneck belly shirt and unbuttoned khaki shorts were not present, along with her infamous fishnet stockings, white knee high socks, and squeaky tennis shoes. This Yuffie Kisaragi wasn't the obnoxious child he had run into many times before; this Yuffie looked like a born blooded assassin.
As the young assassin brought her palm back to her body she coolly looked towards the handcuffed Turk and stared into his blank red eyes.
((Her eyes, they're blank…)) Vincent thought as he watched her, now, walk past him.
"You have two options," Yuffie said monotone, a tone which should have not existed in her voice box. "A, come with me and avenge my sister. Or B, refuse and die." Yuffie stated. Vincent lowered his eyes, it almost pained him to hear her voice, not as cheerful as it was when he met her, yet he did not show this. Vincent began to turn around and face his enemy but was stopped by the sound of a gunfire. "Don't," Yuffie spat "Make a decision or the next time I won't miss."
"Miss Kisaragi, you've only listed two options, but in my alphabet, C comes after B," And as Vincent said that Cid came around the corner, gun in hand followed by a woman.
"That's damned right," Cid cursed through his lit cigarette. Yuffie turned around and looked amazed at the two people behind her. Looking into the young woman's cold eyes, Cid shuttered and put down his gun. "Shera, unlock his damned hands, erm, claw and hand," Cid ordered. The woman complied and ran quickly towards Yuffie and Vincent. Yuffie glared at Cid and nodded placing her gun, quickly, into its holster.
"Do you have any news?" Yuffie asked in an uncaring tone. Cid ignored her question and looked directly at Vincent's back.
"You're innocent you know?" Cid sighed. "A few damn days ago, while I was hanging around in the office I heard that you recently got a lot of money transferred to your account. Well being the man I am I checked it out, well to my disappointment, it was true. I did more research on the mystery money and found out that it wasn't real money, just fake numbers. And you know who's the only one who has the brains to do that don't you?" Cid concluded. Vincent quickly turned around ignoring his throbbing wrist and narrowed his eyes. "You're damned right, his ass is involved with your setup,"
((But… he's the one who recommended me to the Turk department in the first place, he was my acquaintance, it can't be him…)) Vincent thought.
"But that ain't enough to prove your innocence," Cid growled. Yuffie tore her eyes off the blonde and looked at Vincent with mild anticipation.
"So, you going to help me or not?" Yuffie asked impatiently. Shera placed the handcuffs that were previously on Vincent's wrists in her coat pocket and walked back to Cid's side as they all waited for Vincent's answer.
"I guess I could add that if you come with me to help me revenge my sister's death, I can give you something to prove your innocence," Yuffie stated. At her cold words Vincent widened his eyes and took a step towards the young woman.
"And what would this 'something' be?" Vincent asked. Yuffie coldly stared back into Vincent's eyes and turned around. Cid and Shera looked at the scene unfolding upfront of them and waited, somewhat, patiently.
"A video tape," Yuffie stated a little too quickly. "I trust you're coming?" Yuffie said while turning her head towards Cid and Shera.
"I'll go," Vincent said coldly. "…alone," Yuffie smiled then dashed quickly down the alley way. Vincent nodded and looked toward Cid. "Cid,"
"I know, you damned vampire," Cid grinned. "Now go, I'll cover for you," With that said Vincent quickly ran off in the direction of where Yuffie left and hoped that what he was doing was for the good for him and Yuffie.
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After finally catching up to the fast shinobi, the young woman paused for a second and looked at Vincent. "Vincent," Yuffie began. "When this is all over, I want you to arrest me,"
A little taken aback, Vincent raised his thin eyebrow and was about to question her motives when Yuffie smiled slightly and turned around to continue running.
((It is my choice, sister, if you were here…)) Yuffie thought calmly, but deep down inside she was tearing apart.
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"Here we are," Yuffie called out. After running around a few back alleys and underground they finally reached Yuffie's hideout, a semi-good looking sewer room. Without commenting Vincent walked across the bridge connecting the tunnel they just exited and a platform on the other side. Yuffie cautiously watched the man in black from behind; admiring his new haircut she cut for him, and followed.
What was on the other side upfront of Vincent was a computer table, with a computer and disks on top of it, and a regular sized bed. The platform wasn't that fancy, but Vincent felt some comfort in it. Surrounding them was a low fence, so that nothing can fall off into the low water that semi-surrounded them also. The wall which was way in the back was made of brick and a door to the left of him scarcely appeared.
"Comfortable standing there?" Yuffie interrupted pushing past him and walking toward her computer. "You can always sit on my bed if your legs give out, you know," Yuffie semi-smiled. At this Vincent nodded and walked towards her bed and plopped slowly downward. Surprisingly to him, the bed was not lumpy or messy; it was made up and very soft. Taking a deep breath Vincent also noticed that the room did not smell of that rank smell that normal sewers would smell like, no, it vaguely smelt like sakuras you would normally see in the country side and… a little of cherry.
Casting his cold eyes towards the young assassin he noticed she was typing something onto the computer and reading what was on one of the disks that were on the table. ((Yuffie)) Vincent could almost say. He couldn't say he was worried, especially for an assassin, but he also couldn't say he didn't care.
"Vincent," Yuffie stated in a monotone voice, like she used earlier before. "Come here for a moment."
As Yuffie instructed, the man arose from his resting place and walked swiftly over to her. Still looking at the monitor Yuffie took on of her typing hands off the keyboard and passed him a disk. "This disk is all you need to help me, when I'm done typing all this data into the computer and loading its contents then I'll give you a brief tour on how you use it," Yuffie explained typing in a few more words with her single hand. Vincent took the small frame into his hand and examined it. "Don't worry, it won't bite," Yuffie smiled slightly bringing back her callused hand to its rightful place, the keyboard. "Okay… and, we're in," Yuffie grinned. Jumping up from her chair Yuffie smiled and slammed both of her hands down on the sturdy table.
"We're in what?" Vincent asked. Yuffie turned around and smiled.
"I'll show you… how I escaped from you that time…" Yuffie grinned placing all her sadness behind her. ((Revenge is only sweet… when it's cold)) Yuffie thought deviously. "Sit down, this'll take a while," Yuffie commanded. And as she commanded, Vincent complied.
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"So that creepy cop and the assassin are taken care of, right?" Rufus asked brushing his feminine fingers through his blonde hair.
"Umm, well,"
"Right?" Rufus asked again, this time more forceful. At this Rufus stood up from his chair and walked all the way to the side of his room. Picking up a sheathed sword from its resting place, the blonde took it out of its sheath and swung it at the low classed, unnamed man.
With a forceful sigh, Rufus placed the sharp sword into its rightful place and walked back to his desk. "What else can go wrong…?" The man growled.
"Don't worry," An ominous voice loomed towards the man in white.
"Huh? Oh, it's only you Hojo," Rufus sighed. "And why not worry?" Rufus growled.
"Because, they will want their revenge… they will come looking for you," Hojo stated walking out of the shadows followed by the young Sephiroth.
"And that makes me feel better… how?" Rufus twitched. Sephiroth brought his long sword out, the Masamune, and sat on one of Rufus's leather couches.
"Sometimes it's better to be in the eye of the storm, and it is always better to wait for the whale then chase after it all of your life," Sephiroth explained lowering his head in boredom.
At this Rufus grinned and nodded. "And when they come here I'll have my men ready to finish them off, and if we can't count on a hundred or so men, then I'll bring my trump card out," The blonde grinned. Rufus then pressed a button on his business phone and called for his attendant.
"Yes Mister ShinRa?" Aerith called out from the other line.
"Cancel my vacation to Costa del Sol, I'm staying here," Rufus said. With a few rustle of papers and typing noises, Aerith happily confirmed his flight was canceled. "Oh, and Aerith?"
"Yes?"
"You can tell everyone that they get the day off today, including you," Rufus commanded. A little startled, Aerith agreed and Rufus clicked another button. Looking up at Hojo and Sephiroth the man began to grin. "I want to see the death of those… inferior creatures," Rufus laughed, his laugh echoing throughout the room.
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"Interesting," Vincent could only say. After Yuffie showed him the "secret weapon" Vincent took extra interest in how everything worked. Quickly getting over his amazement with the technology and how a young teen came to understand its mystery, Vincent adapted to the young assassin's teaching ways and began to understand the basics of how to work it.
"Interesting? That's all you have to say?" Yuffie growled, now fully facing towards the cold man. "Well you better master it by tomorrow night, otherwise we're both screwed," Yuffie warned standing up and walking towards the bed. "Now that you get the gist of it, might as well turn in and conserve your energy for the morning."
"And what are we doing in the morning?" Vincent asked not looking up, but intently into the monitor. Yuffie paused midway her stride and placed her hands on her hips, leaning all her weight to one side.
"That's for me to know and you to…" Yuffie smiled sitting on her bed, "never find out," She concluded.
"That's unfair," Vincent said a little too loud.
"Unfair?" Yuffie laughed softly. Suddenly with a slow intake of breath, a tear spilt out of her grey, unclear eyes, "You don't know the meaning of unfair…" The young woman whispered softly, as if changing the winds.
At this Vincent paused his typing and carefully listened to Yuffie, as if she was going to attack him at any given time, unexpectedly.
"Tifa was beautiful, right?" Yuffie laughed a little; sitting on the bed as she wiped the free flowing tears dripping from her eyes.
At this Vincent was taken aback. The black haired man shifted his weight to one side of the chair and stood up. ((Beautiful? Is that all she can think about... is her sister's beauty?))
"She used to… say idiotic things almost anytime we were free, and not on the job. Like… when she meets her Cloud, she would take me and him to live somewhere else than the big city. And when she gets her revenge for our family, she would quit and show me where she grew up. And…" At this Yuffie stood up almost losing her balance.
Vincent caught her, holding her into his long arms. Yuffie cried onto his black shirt and held him close to her. "She said, SHE SAID, BEFORE SHE DIED, THAT SHE WAS GOING TO QUIT KILLING PEOPLE AND… AND!"
Yuffie couldn't finish what she was going to say, it wasn't because she couldn't, but it was because she was cut off by none other than the lips of her dark, newfound ally. Widening her own eyes, Yuffie quickly snapped back to her reality and pushed the man away or at least tried.
Vincent didn't know what was happening, this was so totally out of his character, yet it seemed so right. The young woman really did need to learn when to keep her mouth shut.
Yuffie pressed her frail hands against his torso and pushed with all of her might. Vincent, on the other hand, held her a little softer, but not too soft for her to escape his grasp.
((What… what's he doing?))Yuffie finally thought as she felt his clawed arm tighten. ((This isn't like that innocent kiss we…)) The ninja couldn't think anymore, for now her fighting arms relaxed and her eyes fluttered down, and Yuffie ceased to exist in reality anymore.
A/N: I'm going to make you draw your own conclusion. I know, out of Vinnie's character right? Well late last night I just allowed my hands to move and well… this was the result. I just didn't feel like changing it. Oh well. Anyways, happy late Valentine's Day and hope you enjoyed this chapter, haha.
