Chapter 10: Where's Vincent?
****Before I go on, I'd like to tell you that I still don't own Final Fantasy. Just in case you didn't know. Well, I'll go cry now, if you don't mind.
Tifa was closing up the bar. Vincent still hadn't come downstairs. She was beginning to worry, just a little. Where had he gone? Had he been able to get into her room? Did he talk to her?
Where was he?
She hadn't heard a single sound.
Yuffie woke up groggily. "Gawd. What time is it?" she muttered, to herself, looking at the clock. 1:30 AM. Teef was probably clo-What is that?
She looked down to check. An arm was draped lazily across her waist. An arm with a claw for a hand, and the body was sleeping soundly beside her. She turned her head carefully, just to make sure she wasn't dreaming.
His pale skin made him look like a ghost by the way his beautiful dark hair and the moonlight washed out his currently serene face. Then it twisted. His face began to contort into worry, and pain. And then he started talking.
"Yuffie. You can't leave. Breathe. Breathe for me! Don't go. I need you!" His breath was coming in shallow gasps.
"Vinnie?" She turned over and pushed his shoulder a bit.
"Yuffie!"
She shoved a little harder."Vinnie."
"My dearest... Don't leave... I need you..."
"Vinnie!" She tried not to raise her voice too high. His eyes snapped open. And he pulled her closer.
"Don't leave..."
"I can't, dear."
"What?"
"Are you okay, Vinnie?"
"Why?" His voice was soft.
"You were just... Talking. To me. About leaving."
He made a noise of not understanding.
"You said you needed me... You called me dearest... You said you needed me..."
"Oh." He said simply.
"What was it about?"
"You'd been hit... By a bullet."
"By who?"
He sighed."Hojo..."
"What?" I asked, mostly to myself.
"I'd rather not talk..."
"Okay." I said quietly.
"Go back to sleep. You need to rest." He whispered, and kissed the top of my head.
I smiled and closed my eyes, finding rest easily.
****AN: So what'd you think? Review, please! :)