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X Perfect Corners X
Drinking, thats all the ex-Turk seemed to do nowadays.
Not that he should complain, he enjoyed the days where he didn't have to shoot something or risk being shot at. Still, he hoped he would have something to occupy the days with other then wine.
The gunner strolled through the rack of stored wine, by now he had become so familier with them he could recall each of their tastes, their color, the seasons and herbs mixed within each bottle.
Damn, he knew each brand well enough that it lost its point, searching for the right type of wine to quench tonight's paticular thirst.
Hell, why wouldn't he just surprise himself?
He grabbed the neck of the nearest bottle from his hand without reading the label. The glass that sat on the end table waited patiently, Vincent uncorked the bottle with a gold claw, smirking slightly at the usefulness of such a thing.
The crystal glass with the delicate stem gladly allowed itself it's full as Vincent swooped it off the table and carried it slowly to his perch. His perch – the windowsill overlooking the roofs of the townhouses. He took the first sip from the glass and let his senses tell him what it was.
He cringed. Cheap Wutai wine, he had had a glass of the same just two nights ago – and he wasn't too fond of this paticular mix of strong herbs not fit for an untrained tongue.
Sighing he drank from it anyhow, and began the usual night routine of thinking. Thinking and reflecting on many things. Friends, missions, the future, but mostly he dwelled on to the past. Tonight his thoughts centered to his friends. Especially two girls – Yuffie and Shelke.
He snorted, the two couldn't be less alike. Yuffie was bouncy and energetic, still a girl really. She had seen the destruction of her homeland but she hadn't seen real disaster, true self-disaster – Shelke had. Shelke had belonged to Deepground where disaster was strickly their business. Pain and torture. And unlike Yuffie she hadn't let that go, neither he nor she had ever let that go.
Shelke had experinces like he had, and it was nice to have someone to talk to who knew and completely understood what it meant and what it felt like. He felt less alone, and that was new for him.
Yuffie was more postitve, she may not know a thing about what you're talking about but she'd sit there and act like she did, just for the sake of you. If you ever needed someone to may you feel alive (or completely foolish) she was the one to call.
Vincent's thoughts moved from them to himself.
He knew why he sat here night after night, drinking the same red wine, thinking the same old thoughts. The wine offered an escape, a brief painkiller to take him away from the pain of something he lacked. That something was a companion, a partner, be it a wife, or a lover, hell even a one nightstand.
But he was afraid to leave it behind, if he walked outside that door he knew where he'd be an hour or so later. Right in that cave, looking into the face of a dead woman. A woman who had never loved him, a woman who would never be there, a woman who would never wake-up despite all your silent cries.
He put his lips to the glass and was surprised to find it empty, that fast.
He closed his eyes and tilted his head back aganist the wall, the sounds of the TV set droned soflty in his ears, the humming of the apartment complex soothed.
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Lucrecia's eyes watched him from across the room, she wore a small smile.
"What do you mean you can't dance? Is that why you're not going to the Shinra Ball?"
The young Turk nodded sheepishly.
She laughed lightly, "It's easy. Here let me show you."
He was embarassed and she drew into him, she grabbed his hand and placed on her the small of her back, he prayed she wouldn't notice the color rising to his cheekbones. His hand folded around hers. And she lead him around in small slow circles, even with her leading Vincent couldn't help but fumble over his own unreacting feet.
She was still smiling.
Eventually his feet gained rythme and their movements came quicker and less forced, soon he was leading her.
He was smiling.
Lucrecia broke apart too soon, "See? You're not so bad!"
Vincent was still dazed and longing for more.
"Are you going?" He asked.
Lucrecia's face fell briefly before she picked it up quickly and gave a broad grin, "Yes, Hojo's taking me."
Vincent felt his heart rise in his throat, but he did nothing.
"Oh."
Lucrecia turned her heel and made for the door, "I have to write some more reports, see you around."
He nodded, watching her leave with a cheery bound in her step.
She had left too quickly.
XxxHearts4Black
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