The Bloodstained Diary

A/N: This is going to be a very long story and I'm still working on more in the process I hope it's a hit, as I anticipate.

Diary Entry #1

The soft creaking was the only thing breaking the silence in the room, feet pacing back and forth slowly in a quick manner, as they made a B-line back and forth. Rumbling thunder could be heard from outside, as it was raining heavily. The loud thumping of rain hit against the top of the roof and against the glass pane windows of the house. The long hair brunette continued to pace within the dining room of her home, as her teeth continued biting lightly on her finger nails in almost nervousness. Her male companion, finally not able to take it anymore got up and grabbed her by the shoulders stopping her in her tracks, as he looked her in her wide worried brown eyes.

"Hey stop that, you're making me nervous, as well. Just calm down and take deep breaths." Cloud said, as his hands rested against her shoulders gently. She sighed heavily, as her body slowly relaxed, as her head shook slowly.

"I'm sorry Cloud, but I just can't help it. It just doesn't seem like he's going to come."

"Hey you would be surprised. He has a habit of surprising others."

The brunette nodded, before she glanced over at the grandfather clock as it struck 9 P.M. as it began to chime slowly, the sound echoing through out the room. Tifa nearly jumped at the sudden rapping that came from the front door with the crack of thunder heard from outside. Cloud moved himself away from his female companion, as his hand rested on the door knob, as he opened the door. Tifa's hands came up over her mouth, as her eyes fell upon the tall dark figure standing at in the doorway. The tall figure walked in tracking in wet footprints, its figure almost soaked from the rain, as the droplets of rain fell along the floor making a small puddle underneath the man. Cloud closed the door behind him, as he looked at the almost drenched gunman.

"I see you were able to make it Vincent wasn't sure you were comin--"

"I told you maybe…it was not predictable if I were to come or not. I've made my presence known." He said flatly, as he glanced back at the wet footprints left behind on the floor, before he looked over at Tifa, "Excuse me for the slight mess."

"Oh, that's all right Vincent; it sounds like the rain is getting much heavier."

"I feel the storm will pass after awhile, yet I feel the eye of the storm will come soon…"

"Huh…?"

"Nothing…, but I would like to know why my presence here was necessary tonight." He said, obviously awaiting an answer from one of the two.

"You will, here let me take your cloak…" Tifa said, as she reached over to take off the dampened blood red cloak he always wore. The gunman pulled back from the woman's reaching hand, as if it was the touch of death he was about to receive.

"It is not necessary."

"…and why not?" She said, as she placed her hands on her hips, perhaps taking a little offense to his actions, "If you keep that on you're just going to catch a really bad cold, plus you're making little puddles everywhere." She motioned with her hand to the water just below him that formed around his feet.

"Just tell me what I'm here for and I will take my leave." He said, as he didn't seem to be too interested in what they had to say. He just wanted to go back to the ShinRa mansion. He wasn't at all social, especially since Cloud and Tifa resided in this town. Sometimes he wouldn't stay in just one place; usually he would go off on his own for weeks or maybe a month or two. It was unbeknown to them where he goes to at all.

"Vincent just hear us out, all right? Well, Tifa really…she wanted me to ask you to call you here tonight."

"Yes, it was mine. Vincent I wanted to ask you…" She paused shortly at the end of her sentence, as she seemed to be pondering on a way how to say this.

"Continue please."

"Okay, what I'm trying to say is will you please consider living here with me?"

"I beg your pardon?"

Vincent looked at her, as if he didn't hear her correctly at what she just asked. For just one moment, he almost showed a look of shock and distaste on his face, even though this question was brought to his attention once before by her.

"I asked if you--"

"I know what you said, do not repeat yourself. What brought this up, again? I already told you my answer once before…"

"I know I know…I'm concerned about you and I don't like to see you cooped up in that disgusting mansion there. There's no need for you to be there. You can just stay here with me or Cloud, which ever you like."

"You make it sound like I've already decided. Even though your hospitality is in good intentions I must decline." The gunman looked at the sudden frown that was on the young woman's lips, as she seemed disappointed, "An atrocity like my self shouldn't reside at your home, also…"

"Atrocity? Vincent you are a human being." Cloud said, as he leaned himself off against the wall he was leaning back against, as he sat down in a chair around the round table in front of it.

"You have seen the monsters I've turned into. I think I consider that far from human."

"Vincent I really don't think there's a 'good' definition for human, as you know maybe I'm not really ordinary to others and I'm just as different as you are. For awhile, after meteor, I didn't feel as if I could really be around Tifa cause in reality I felt that I might hurt her, just like…" He caught himself for a moment, as he shook the thought form his head before continuing, "Even if I still hold that fear til now, I feel at ease being here with my friend this person I care for most."

"Cloud…" Tifa was at a lost for wards for a moment, as she wasn't expecting anything like that of the sort. Vincent sighed slightly as he looked at the blonde man the expression on his face never changing. The thought of Lucrecia had passed his mind for a single instance, before he pushed it back with the cluttered memories in the back of his head, as he looked at Tifa. Cloud walked over to the other side of the room, as he opened a closet door, as he began searching for a certain item in it.

"...I'm not saying I will stay here 'permanently', but I will only stay here for awhile only--"

"To see how it works out? That's great, here let me take this." She said, not letting him finish the rest of his sentence as she unbuckled the strap around the front of his neck of his cloak, as she walked back into the kitchen and to the corner where the black cast iron heater was against the brick wall. She hung up his cloak up on a hook against the wall near it, so it would dry easier. Cloud looked at the gunslinger, as he sat down in one of the vacant chairs at the table. Tifa walked back from the kitchen, before setting a cup of tea in front of him.

"Here. I made some hot tea not too long ago. This should warm you up a little." She said, putting on a smile.

"Thank you."

"Here."

A towel was tossed in his direction by Cloud, as he lifted his hand up catching it with no problem. He glanced over at him, a nod of thanks given, as he began drying the damp tangled ebony locks of his.

"I'm going to go now. I might be back tomorrow if not later in the night." He said, as made his way over to the door.

"You're leaving already?" Tifa asked, trying to hide the slight disappointment in her voice.

"Yeah, Cid mentioned that he wanted some help with the Highwind. He's probably swearing up a storm by now because of the storm." He said, as he turned his head back looking at her.

"Yeah…I guess you better go do that. Be careful."

"I'll do my best. I'll see you guys later then, so take it easy."

"Give Cid my regards." Vincent said, his face hidden slightly from the towel, before he pulled it back behind his neck.

"I will." With that being said, he opened the door, some rain hitting him in the face, which annoyed him for the moment, before he ventured out into the heavy falling rain, as he closed the door behind him. Tifa looked at the door for awhile, a quiet sigh made from her lips.

"Are you that worried about him?"

"What?" She wasn't expecting Vincent to say anything, or much at all, since he wasn't one big on starting a conversation at all.

"Cloud can take care of himself. There's no need for you to be worrying about him." He said, as picked up the tea cup in front of him.

"I know…"

"Then if you know do not worry over it." He said, as the tone of his voice never seem to change at all.

'He can take care of himself.'

She thought to herself for a moment, trying not to show any sign of worry or hurt, as she thought about something. Vincent wasn't paying any mind to Tifa, as he sipped the warm liquid from the cup slowly.

H...e…l…p…

The man coughed slightly, before the cup nearly fell from his hand at the sudden voice he heard. His eyes did dart over to Tifa for the second, yet she hasn't said anything. Tifa looked at him for a moment, noticing the slight startled expression on his face.

"Vincent is something wrong?"

"Did you not hear that?" He asked, yet he didn't want any conformation from her that the voice he heard was real or not. It, to him, sounded very real.

"Hear what?" She asked a little confused, as she stood there. She looking up at the ceiling quietly for a few moments, as the only sounds she only could hear was the thumping of the rain on top of the house and the rumbling thunder outside.

"Nothing…" He said, under his breath as his vision averted to the window. "Just the storm I suppose…"

"Oh…" The brunette was a little befuddled about it, but she decided to leave it at that. "Well, if you're tired there is a room straight ahead, as soon as you go upstairs and--"

"I can go without sleep for quite a long time…"

She nodded her head slowly, not sure what to say after that now. The thought of Vincent staying up for endless nights for maybe weeks or more was a little disturbing. She turned around, as she began to make her way upstairs, before he finished his sentence.

"…but thank you."

"You're welcome. Well, goodnight…" She said softly, before her figure disappeared up the stairs, as she left him to himself.

He sat there, as he looked out the window from his seat. The reflection of his eyes seemed to be the one thing standing out along the glass window. A low sigh made from him, as his looked down at the cup of tea in his hand. His eyes narrowed slightly, as he was in deep thought.

'What was that…I feel as if someone is pain…"

"I'm leaving!"

"That isn't going to happen because I'm not going to allow it."

"ALLOW IT!? Out of all the times I've been gone those other times you want to pick now to play the fatherly role? Yeah, that will be the day."

"Hold your tongue girl. I will not be talked to like that by a mere child."

"I'm sixteen and about to be seventeen soon too. Sure I can drink all the sake and drinks I at Turtle Paradise, but I can't have the freedom to go anywhere I like? Unless, it's going off to find precious material for you right?"

"Miss Yuffie that is enough..." Stanvi said, as he was watching the ruler of Wutai and the princess bicker at one another constantly. It's been almost an hour now, since they started fighting, both father and daughter continued to fight and exchange insults in the process. Yet, it was common for them to be in fights almost everyday really, it was kind of natural. Stanvi and Gorky was usually the ones to calm down their fights, or they would go on for hours really.

"You are so naïve Yuffie. Instead of running around here dressed like a low class thief, you should start behaving more of a lady. I don't want to feel more ashamed of my own daughter than I already do now. It's no wonder your mother nearly died giving birth to you…" Godo murmured as he shook his head slowly, as his arms were folded across his chest.

"…w-w…hat…?"

Yuffie looked at him in shock, as she couldn't believe what she had just heard from his own father. They had fought before, but she never heard anything that would upset her. It hurt… Her gaze lowered as she was silent, her fingers tightening up into fists along her side, as it looked as if she was fighting back any tears that threatened to fall from her eyes, as they were closed tightly. How? HOW? How could he be ashamed of her? Haven't all this time she's been doing everything for the good of Wutai and doing what he asked? He then had the nerve to go speak of her mother like that. She felt anger, hatred, and sadness all at the same time. Stanvi himself was at a loss for words himself, as he looked over at Yuffie. He feeling quite sorry for her, as he couldn't imagine of what she was feeling right now. Godo, perhaps, looked like he realized what he just said, but Yuffie was the first to break the uncomfortable silence that was between them.

"D…don't…you ever speak of my mother like that…" She lifted her head up slowly, "…ever. You have no right…no right to even speak about her like that. I barely remember much at all about her, besides lying next to her in a pool of her own blood…"

"Yuffie…"

"Silence! I hate you father I hate you! I wish it was you that had died that day, not her! I wish you never knew you instead of her!"

It was Godo's turn to be taken aback by her words this time. They stung in a place of his heart where the past was yet to be buried. His own flesh and blood hated him now? He wasn't sure if he was expecting that or not actually from how she responded to him. Before he had the chance to respond, Yuffie had suddenly ran off. He catching glance of her figure, as she jumped out the window of the pagoda. He regained his senses after a moment, but by then it was too late when he called after her. She was gone.

Dear Diary,

Is this some sort of punishment because of what I said to him? Why is it that others can hurt my feelings, yet I seem to can't even do that because it's wrong? It seems like in the eyes of everyone I will remain just a child. I remember a long time ago…Aeris had said these words to me… "Everyone is a child inside and out, you can't base that on looks. Innocence is a child. I'm a child myself inside and out. You are still very young and very innocent. Never lose that." Those words sank into my mind, more than anything anyone has told me before really. Oh, I wish I could have held onto my innocence a little longer. I fought so hard to keep it, but I know that it's gone now. I'm...so far from an innocent child. I've been used and tainted. My body feels so dirty, gawd even my soul feels dirty. This mad man…he took everything from me…my innocence…my dignity…and my life. I remember praying last night… I was on my knees in the middle of the empty cell with my hands pressing together. I was praying…for death to come...but I don't want to die. Dying by myself… just like my mother did. I don't want that… He took everything…everything from me…

- Yuffie Kisaragi

TBC

There. Finally finished the first chapter to this story now, but it's a bit long. Well I hope it is, don't want the chapters to be too short you know. Hope I wrote enough. I'm going to wait awhile to see how many responses I get from this, if it's what I hope I'll continue writing, but if not I might drop it or just go ahead and write more. Hope some of you guys enjoy some of this.