Disclaimer: I do not own any final fantasy series or anything related to that. I own Oc characters.
Phira Tsounamaki-a young woman who is interested in finding the mysteries about Shinra and the renments of Jenova. She has golden color hair and magenta colored eyes.
Three: Her
"...Do you really care about living?" Vincent questioned, "Especially when I mentioned her...?"
I had my head down. Knowing that I would be nothing like her to Vincent made me sick.
"Stay away from me...I need my space Master." I stammered on that last word. Vincent stopped moving closer and backed away slowly.
"Fine. I shall give you your space for some time then I will return to you to see if you have improved." he spoke harshly as he left the room slamming the door abruptly behind him. It has been three days since I've seen Vincent.
"Geez, I can't leave this place and I'm not getting anywhere to finding the answers. Hmph, well screw him." I thought as I left my room.
The whole mansion was quiet and Vincent remained inside his coffin.
Vincent?
Why was I thinking about him?
Vincent never really cared for me, I am just his slave.
A slave trapped inside a mansion with only him owning me. No one else can decide for me and I am limited to where I could go.
Vincent had only compared me to her.
"What should I do?" I thought as I entered the courtyard.
The courtyard had flower beds which were looking well even no one took care of them. These flowers weren't organic but artificial as if they were all an experiment. There were yellow, pink, red, and white roses blooming all over.
"They're pretty." I complimented as I pricked my finger on a thorn, "But they spill blood."
"Why are you out here? I thought you would be in your room." Vincent's voice was present.
He walked silently along the tiles.
"Heh, I may be your slave but I am not restricted from here." I said ignorantly turning around facing him.
"You seem angry." Vincent said calmly.
"No really? You kept me stuck in this damn place while you frickin' sleep. You wouldn't speak to me and now I feel like shit because of you." I scolded.
"You shouldn't let your emotions cloud your head." Vincent suggested.
"Go get bent." I turned away from Vincent and looked at the roses.
"I am sorry." he finished. "What?" I was surprised at his words. "You are a dependent woman. Your heart makes you think differently. That is why you must stay here." Vincent took me by the arm.
"Vincent, what do you want from me?" I questioned. "Your presence. That is all I want from you." he answered.
"Is it more than that?" I asked.
"If you want it to be more than that then yes." he added.
"I do not know if I want it that way..." I sighed.
"You need to decide now." Vincent said holding his grip.
"I hate doing this." I said almost crying.
"People ordered me to think and haven't ever gave me time to. Please don't make this any harder for me. I beg of you..." I said closing my eyes. I suddenly felt arms wrap around me.
Vincent held me from behind and hugged me gently.
"I want to stay here." I answered. "I don't like seeing you alone here...and it worries me whenever I don't see you."
"Phira." Vincent spoke softly.
"The first time you called me by my name." I turned around and kissed him for a moment. Vincent gave me a surprised look and then made a gentle smile.
"You seem to be a bit nervous. I guess you haven't been shown affection for a while." I said smiling. "You're right." Vincent picked me up and carried me to back inside mansion. I guess I wasn't leaving this place any way.
The end
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Author's note:
This is a short story I know but I just wanted to see how this one would be I might write more
Dedicate this story for Toboemoon and all those Vincent fans
Please leave reviews if I should continue this story