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A/N: Hey guys. Kuro once more. Sorry for the long interval. I have been busy. Ever since the start of the new quarter, my life's been nothing more then chaos and havoc. Ugh. And I can't imagine Reiko's chaotic life. Her school follows the trimester system. This makes it worse, as she's finishing off her final project/exhibition/exams. I can only sympathize with her.
But here's Reiko's Section:
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Reiko's Room—
Hey guys, Reiko here. As you heard from Kuro, I've been busy. Presenting a presentation on Partial Birth Abortion, and dammit, it's hard! The pictures I have aren't exactly meant for the weak of heart, seriously, they're gross. But anyways, I hope Kuro's writing has been good, I haven't been able to edit this chapter as of yet. I'll do so when I have the time.
Well I can bitch about my life, or I can just let you continue to the story. Of course, I don't want to waste anymore of your time here! So ciao .
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Well, Kuro once more. I have a question. Is there a way to put up pictures on the profile, Reiko finished drawing a few weird pictures that have our profiles. I was wondering whether there's a URL or something like that.
I could do it myself, but I need to ask someone. Don't want a pathetic URL link to the pictures, blech. Well, anyways, onward.
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Disclaimer: FF9 and FF7 are not mine. NEVER MINE.
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Chapter IV.
Part I.
Vincent's Slight Uninterrupted Thoughts.
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He followed behind the group, placing a distance between himself and them enabled him to have them all in his sights, in case something happened again. But the others, or rather, Zidane, continued to peek from the corner of their eyes towards him. He ignored it.
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Exiting the Caverns caused Vincent to almost gasp as warm air wrapped around his figure. He stopped himself from doing so, and continued to walk. Soon, he realized that the group had in fact stopped, sitting on a set of stones placed in a formation meant to surround a fireplace. The three who had just awoken did look slightly aware, yet, they looked like they were going to collapse. Zidane however showed the more severe signs of exhaustion, which he was able to somewhat mask, to an extent of course. The boy took out the map, and rolled it out on a larger flat stone.
It was taking awhile, and Vincent thought it was best to rest his eyes. The intensity of the light within the caverns was greater because of the ice's constant refraction of light. He sat down on one of the stones, and let his eyes rest. However, his ears were still open, listening.
"We got through the Caverns, now there should be a village nearby. The Village of Dali is also supposed to have a cargo-ship stop. From there, we can go to Lindblum like you wanted, right Garnet?"
"Ah, why yes Zidane. We must make haste, urgent news must be sent!" Only now did Vincent realize how frantic the Princess' voice seemed to be. Despite the sores within his eyes, he opened them to search for the village.
It was small, quaint, and of course, resembled that of a village of rural origins. And as Zidane had said, the only way this village could possibly acquire the necessities needed were from farming or cargo. Either one, and if there wasn't any of both, the village would have died off long ago.
"Alright then! Let's get going! We can hitch a night at the Inn there. Sounds good?" Murmurs answered Zidane's excited attitude. Indeed, a bed would be awaiting the party. He had forgotten how mortals were in need of rest. For him, he chose when to sleep, exhaustion didn't really affect his body, thanks to the mutations that were arranged within his genes.
Well, not the bed. He didn't really need that much sleep. But he did enjoy sitting outside, watching the moon and starry night.
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Vincent's thoughts were cut.
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"Zidane . . . do you mind if I examine your weapon?" The Princess came forth, her eyes holding a mischievous glimmer. Vincent stood weary, awaiting, his eyes remaining on the Princess. Those eyes then moved to Zidane, who looked weary as well. But such beauty can manipulate man's will.
"Uh . . . sure thing Garnet." He handed the dagger by the metal edge, allowing her to hold it by the hilt.
They watched as Garnet slid her gloved fingers over the smooth surface, she began walking, her eyes reflecting the sharp edge.
"What is this weapon called?"
"Well, it can been seen as a short sword, a knife, or a . . ."
"Please, be specific."
"Well, it's a dagger."
"A dagger . . . hm . . ." She tossed it up, causing her knight guardian to cry in alarm. Vincent would have as well, okay, perhaps he'd just make a move to stop the dagger from falling, if not for the confidence he saw in her eyes, as well as the hands that made the calm notion to let the dagger land upon her palm, before clamping her fingers around the hilt. "I do believe that it is best for me to be called by . . . a different name."
"Princess!"
"Steiner." Steiner looked at his liege, and saw her serious eyes, and her serious tone silenced him. "You must refrain from calling my by my formal name. Princess Garnet Til Alexandros must be hidden. I must go under a new . . ."
"Codename?" Vincent suggested. All eyes were upon him. Garnet looked confused by the word, the others as well.
"Code . . . name?"
"It is not a real name. A name that is used on a mission or a name used to hide your identity. It is but a temporary farce." Garnet's face lit up at Vincent's definition for the word.
"That seems fine. Then I shall go by the codename . . . Dagger." She flipped the dagger once more, catching it expertly, this time she had grabbed it by the hilt in its quick revolutions. Vincent saw a small smile escape her lips. How ironic. The most beautiful and rumored princess had the very skills and potential of an assassin, or rather, a Turk. Turk, he hadn't used that word for quite the while. Vincent saw Steiner clutch his chest, over dramatizing the worry and panic for the Princess, when, he should have known by now that the Princess was skillful for that part.
"Alright G—I mean, Dagger." Zidane smiled at this as he bowed to her. She giggled.
"Yes Zidane. Shall we now depart for the village?" And this made Zidane's face screw up. "What's wrong?"
"Well . . . Dagger. You see, the way you speak . . . it's too formal, too prestigious. I think you need to learn the common tongue."
"Preposterous! The Princess cannot mingle with such—such commoners like that! Her title establishes her to remain loyal to the tongue of her ancestors!" The knight was jumping up and down, causing a familiar headache to sharpen in Vincent's mind.
Only now did he notice that the loudness of his voice was similar to the dark tall and bulky man with the machine-gun artillery appendage. Although his vocabulary rooted out the words of profanity, the very attitude and feel from the proud man was one in the same. He could only wonder if perhaps the personalities of his comrades were similar to the personalities of those he knew long ago. But thoughts were gone as he drew back his scowl behind the collar of his cape. He sighed, shaking his head.
"If you wish for her to be captured, then let her speak her tongue." The knight stopped, staring at the vampiric-man. Vincent sighed, once more, he needed to explain, as the man seemed denser then the usual man. "Princess . . . Dagger is an important figurehead of the kingdom. Lone heir to the throne, she shall be targeted by others craving for power, or by those who wish to overthrow the monarchy which you possess. And if anything . . . unfortunate happens, we ourselves will be responsible. You will be responsible if you continue to call her Princess." He pointed at Steiner. Then, he pointed at Garnet, now appointed Dagger. "She shall be responsible for her capture if she does not learn to adapt to this new change." And finally, he pointed at himself. "And we shall be responsible if any one of us leak out any sort of information that will prove fatal." Vincent looked at Zidane. "Is that not the reason, Tribal?" Vincent was wondering why he was voicing his opinion so much. Perhaps he was irritated.
Zidane nodded. "Yeah, though I wasn't going to go that far indepth. Heh, thanks Vince, the ever introspective vampire!" Vincent rolled his eyes at the nickname, as well as the imaginative figure Zidane referred him to.
"Alright then, I will . . . try?"
"See, you're alright doing it!" Zidane gave a thumbs up to the Princess. The Princess smiled, already knowing that notion to be a positive one. "Alright, who wants to sleep? I want to!"
They began walking down the steep cliff-side path, and strangely, Vincent was right behind Vivi. Vivi at times would turn back, his usual wide yellow orb eyes would be squinted in excitement, or they'd be slightly opened, showing his fatigue. But he mostly showed signs of relief.
"Wow, we're going to be able to sleep in a bed!" Vincent smiled beneath his cloak, and nodded his head, allowing Vivi to continue to his thoughts.
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Now back to Vincent's thoughts.
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Looking at Vivi, Vincent found himself thinking of the Black Waltz. The Black Waltz . . . he couldn't help but feel disturbed by the words of the Black Waltz.
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I—THE BLACK WALTZ CANNOT POSSIBLY BE COMPARED TO A MERE FAILURE!!!!
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And Vivi, what exactly was Vivi? He had never seen a creature like him, nor head of anything like it. And it had been a long time since he had seen someone draw from the black magical arts as well. It was believed by these magicians of Gaia's time that black magic could only be brought forth by a person "dark" in personality and value. It was only the personality that drew this affinity to black magic.
Vincent looked at Cerberus within the holster, the one that held the combination of black AND white magic, their abilities hidden. He smirked.
One could only learn white, black, red, and blue. No one has ever learned any more than one of those. But then again, they never truly thought of learning more than one specific art.
His eyes were on Vivi's back once more.
The Black Waltz was wrong. Unlike the fixated Black Waltz, Vivi already showed signs of growth, adaptation, and mental development. He wasn't sure about the physical development, but definitely mental development. He was far more mature than life dictated him to be, and to be able to invoke the black arts meant that he needed a great amount of mental concentration in order to at least initiate the process. He was able to invoke, initiate, and carry out the spells he knew. This was more then impressive, and the power behind the attacks showed it.
If he was able to calm himself during battle, his power would multiply exponentially, and if he could learn some defense with the staff, he could perhaps become a more powerful mage then he would be destined to be.
And Zidane.
The short encounter Zidane had with the Sealion was indeed short, however . . . the boy showed unbelievable potential when he called forth his limit. It was something that he had never seen before, and the transformation.
It wasn't a metamorphosis like his limit, but it was a transformation, a change in not only the outward appearances, but also the change in emotions as well. He didn't know what made Zidane transform like that, but whatever made him change must have had a pretty strong effect on him.
Emotion, it could be that Zidane felt threatened by the presence of the Sealion, or he could have realized that the others within his party were in danger, bringing forth the adrenaline transformation.
Vincent put those thoughts aside. Those thoughts could be useful for another time. Now they were entering the village.
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Night fell. All were too tired to eat and slept immediately in their beds. Stuffed mattresses and fluffy pillows only made it more tempting. Bodies heavy with exhaustion fell onto soft beds, their minds wondering in dreams of flight.
But unlike those beings, Vincent laid upon the thatch rooftop of the Inn, his eyes staring at the single moon bathed in sapphire. He raised the claw above, letting the sapphire light change the tint of his monstrous limb.
It had been so long ago, yet, the memories of those moments remained fresh in his mind. The eerie voices that were so monotonic, the glaring lights that gave no mercy to his eyes; the prodding instruments, needles, liquids, they all had no sympathy for him. They saw him as a mere test subject, hoping to find the perfect weapon.
And in a way, they did.
However, the weapon did have a conscious, and still had a mind humane enough to disobey orders if ever given them. And so more experiments were done on the weapon. More torture, more tearing, more implantation. He remembered the operation to replace his arm.
They had ripped his arm off, no anesthetics, nothing to dull the pain. They did not even allow him the sanctuary of the unconscious mind, shocking him every time he showed signs of doing so. His screams were unheard and useless in the dark chambers of the strange lab. And the arm of strange metallic composure was installed, from the bleeding gory socket, to the very tips of the claw-like nails. He remembered the pain from that specific time, his body spasms and jerks, the tears that were being fought back during the long, dull hours of the torturous operation. And then they realized the nerves were not fully attached.
And tore it off, causing him to scream once more.
They repeated the procedure once more, not caring that his body was even more sensitive to the pain.
But wait, why would they care? He was after all a test subject.
A failed test subject, from what their notes had said.
'Humans . . . can be cruel. I may fit the image of the demon . . . but humans . . . are the true images of our hopeful persona.' The voice Vincent heard was calm, yet, very disturbed. Vincent had found that Chaos experienced the dreams as well. As his consciousness was the one laced with his own, it would only be possible for the entity to know of the memories of his life, and the nightmares that he had experienced.
He pushed his upper body from the roof, his eyes looking at the moon. But his mind went to converse the inner demon.
'They live, they sin, and die. Humans are mortal, and humans are allowed to make mistakes.'
'What does that make you?'
'I have sinned for too long, my sins are too deep, too dark, impossible to cleanse. My path is my redemption, this life of eternity . . . is my punishment.'
'And what of this journey?' Vincent sighed, shaking his head at the demon's question.
'Your question is vague, irrelevant, not relating to your former question.' He heard the demon chuckle.
'You may see it one day . . . One day . . .' Vincent felt Chaos leave his mind at peace. He laid back on the rooftop's surface, a soft groan escaped his lips.
He laid the claw on his face, hoping that perhaps the memories would one day disapear, but suddenly, realized the very hand was already slicing into the flesh. He pulled it away.
Crimson flowed down his forehead, dripping from the tip of his nose and his chin. A bit dribbled over his lips, and he tasted the liquid. Taste of copper, but he felt no disgust. He had after all drank his blood during those painful times when his throat would go dry, in need of a liquid of sorts to cool and moisten the caverns.
He wiped the blood from his face, already feeling the skin closing. The perks of the mutations allowed faster healing, but he would trade anything to at least become human once more.
He pulled out a specific materia orb, and replaced the Barrier materia in his bangle. Closing his eyes, he invoked the power from the orb.
And darkness finally came.
And for once, his dreams were of nothing, and were made of nothing, allowing some peace to his soul. But it was only a temporary escape, his sins still in need to return to force him to remember those times.
It was his redemption.
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Pain . . .
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Cries . . . of . . . help?
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Shaking his head, he looked about. Ghostly green miasma surrounded his body. Vincent felt nostalgic as he floated there.
The soft glow of the green light was nice, his eyes didn't hurt as it filled his vision. But soon, a single sound began emanating within the miasma.
"V-i-n . . ."
His eyes squinted, trying to recognize the voice.
"Vin—nie . . ."
Was that . . . it couldn't be!
"VINNIE!!!"
NO!!!!
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Vincent eyes slowly opened, but were wide. His crimson irises almost shook, at realizing the sound, no, the person behind the voice.
Damn dream. Damn ninja. Damn hyperness of the thief, who more then likely began triggering memories of her annoyance.
Torture, mutilation, those dreams were tolerable. But . . . her . . . no. Her voice, her ebbing energy, the damn annoying nickname . . .
Now THAT, was something that could not be tolerated.
He just couldn't stand the girl. When it was her time to die, her face still held the energy that irritated Vincent to his very core. And before she released her last breathe, a giggle had passed through her ancient throat, causing Vincent to picture her in her prime, before reverting back once more.
Damn her.
He then realized that it was bright and sunny, but it was too cool for his body to notice. His body clock had been thrown off. Probably because of the mist that loomed through the village. But unlike the dark murky color the bottom lands had, the upper lands' mist was a light grey, almost a white.
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He pushed himself from his sitting position, and jumped down, landing silently. He looked about. And found it very odd.
This was a village, so there was supposed to be people, correct?
And it was too quiet. The sound of the playing children faded as they ran further away from the village. So it was quiet.
Well, except for the sound of the chocobos.
His eyes looked towards the direction of the squawks, but found none of the yellow fluffed up balls of energy. But as he stepped forward, the squawking was louder than before.
He came across a pen, most likely the chocobos were meant to be flocked there. Unless the chocobos were ghosts, then he'd have no other conclusions to the continuous annoying sounds that echoed in the air.
Suddenly, he felt the impulse to look down, and found a pipe of brass sticking out of the growing bunches of straw.
A brass pipe.
In a chocobo pen?
He heard a squawk once more, but now, he found that it was coming from the piping. And years, no, millenniums of knowledge pounded his mind instantly, an answer already brewing in the back parts of his ancient thoughts.
It was possible that there was a generator in the underground parts of the village, possibly providing water. Another possibility was that there was a manufacturing spot beneath the ground, and was the beginning of an industrial trade in the small rural village. That could only explain the emptiness of the village, and the lack of discipline in the playfulness of the children.
But suddenly, a scream.
Then screams.
He recognized the fear in the screams and ran towards them, knowing quite well who they were. Their voices were too high to be that of grown men and women.
The children.
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"Please! Leave them be, they have nothing to do with me!!!" The Princess was on her knees, pleading, her hair frayed from running. Her soft brown eyes were frantically shaking, staring at the sight before them.
A tall, lanky being floated before them, one that wore a robe of rich dark blue and violet. The flaring fibers around the edges were ragged and torn apart, creating a powerful feeling around the being. Giant wings that held raven-like feathers flapped gracefully behind the being. Darkness masked the true identity of the person, the cruel crescent-yellow eyes truly made them gasp.
Steiner felt his gut drop seeing the being, and his eyes hesitantly moved to look at Vivi. Could "Master" Vivi know of this being? Could he possibly . . . even be the enemy? But the sight his eyes saw told him wrong. Instead of familiarity, he found surprise, and instead of the traitorous eyes he had expected, he found fear, and confusion.
Vivi's own orb-like eyes widened, and the others around him could hear him hyperventilating, and could feel the boy trembling. Even the staff in his hands was shaking, showing the obvious fear ebbing off him.
Zidane growled, knowing that the scenes and memories that were now Vivi's were never meant to be. Seeing this . . . thing before the boy only made things worse for him. He wished he could do something, but the children.
The children.
The children stopped their screams, all trembling in the presence of the being. The black mage's eyes curled as it took in the fear, soaking in it.
"The mission I was given, was to retrieve you, and to return you to the kingdom of Alexandria. The Queen is disappointed by your actions." This caught the Princess's breath, but the person didn't stop there. "And I see the failure of a Waltz has done no good. He was supposed to incapacitate you at the very least. Failure, yet another failure, such as this one." Vivi instinctive cringed as the being glared at him. "But before I introduce myself, let me dispose of these . . . pests."
"HAVE YOU NO HONOR FIEND?!?!" Steiner burst, his eyes bulging, something that was supposed to be impossible for the small eyed man. "Are you really human?!?"
What he said certainly pissed off the being. Infuriated, it raised its claw-covered hands to the sky, its inhuman eyes slit.
"Do . . . not . . . compare me . . . with mere mortals such as yourselves!!! If I was indeed mortal, then I would feel hesitation, to do this." A curled eye widened. "Unfortunate to you, I HOLD NO SUCH HESITATION!!"
They heard crackling power emerge from the mage as it brought its hand down, electrical waves sparking from his hands.
"MAY THE POWERS OF THE DARKNESS OVERBIND ALL, DARKNESS ERADICATES, LIGHTNING TO ALL!! THUNDER!!!!" The voice boomed into the air, and the clouds condensed above them. Lightning danced like snakes in the thickness of the darkening masses of clouds.
"No!" All turned to the smaller black mage, who knew. "He's going to—"
It was too late. All gasped as the sound of clashing swords emanated through the air, and hot bursting light shot down, jagged and ferocious. The children screamed as they realized the light's true course.
The Black Waltz's eyes remained on the children, intending to see the bodies fly, intending to watch them tear apart, bit by bit.
Upon being borne, the being was given instructions. To retrieve the Princess.
However.
There were no strings. It could obliterate millions in its way, but it will only follow its initial instruction. Nothing else and nothing more. And for reasons unknown, the being, or rather, the predecessor of the Black Waltz did this, it felt no remorse, no hesitance, no horrific revelation as the lightning got closer to the children.
In fact, if its mouth was visible, it would curl into a wicked smile.
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A voice . . .
A voice spoke with vindication . . . bold, clear, and monotonic within the light. The blinding white light from the Thunder spell dispersed, and overlapping waves of crystal blue softly went into view. The Black Waltz's heir, fascinated, came closer, almost touching it with a gloved hand.
But something disrupted the wave-like currents of the barrier. A claw of gold stretched outward. Surprised, the Waltz flew back, hissing.
From the claw, the barrier broke away, disappearing into the wind, revealing a man cloaked in blood red, the cloak itself creating a shield for the children to hide behind.
And for those familiar with the man, called his name.
"VINCENT!!"
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A/N: And so ends another chapter. Sorry guys, no action for now. Of course, you'll be expecting A LOT of action in the next chapter. But here's the Review Reply Stop! I hope I was able to answer everyone's questions, or rather continue the conversations from there . . .
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REVIEW REPLY STOP.
J.: Hey J. Yeah, I know, she can kick your ass XD. But anyways, she doesn't want a boyfriend because she's complaining about the stupidity of the majority of them. And the other small minority of nice boys, she's friends with. Don't worry, she sees you as one of the minority boys (XD). And thanks for reading it.
Oh, and Reiko says hi!
Shadewanderer:
Actually, it wasn't intentional. Only after that day did I
notice that I did update on his birthday, how awesome! AND, we ate
ice cream on the day too, so in a way, we were celebrating . . .
creepy. Oh well, perhaps Reiko knew, because she's the one who
popped in with the ice cream sundaes in hand.
KazuaIt's interesting. I know. Also, there may be some interaction. But that's a MAY BE. Also, there is another fanfic that is quite interesting. It's called The Gunslinger by Nataku's Wrath. He and I have been in contact, and it portrays Vincent's true loner attitude.
charles hoYeah, and the inspiration was rather odd as well. You know, I'm going to tell you the greatest story in the world!
Alright, maybe NOT that far.
It first started one night. Reiko's typing her fanfic, and I'm reading some manga that I just have to read. I fell asleep while she was working. Then for some strange reason, I was watching the scenes that I'm writing, you know, in the graphics from FF7 Advent Children. God, it was awesome. So now I'm portraying these images through the words I connect to create my story. Reiko is a very visual person, so when she read the story, she was able to picture the very movie-setting sort of graphics for the story within her head.
It's strange, we're both very visual, she's just very VERY visual, and she was able to smooth out my story as well.
She may suck at listening, but the way she weaves her stories without training is amazing. And she told me that I was able to do it as well. Of course, I didn't believe her, until now.
So without her help, the story wouldn't be as good as it was. So I am forever grateful for Reiko's help.
And as for the character who resembles Vincent the most . . . actually, I don't really know. Perhaps Freya. Her beloved Sir Fratley is in a way lost, and she forever wanders the lands, looking for him. And when she does, it is sad. But there is also the man known as Amarant. He's the guy who's more of a loner, and is also a vigilante man as well.
In all, it's hard to say, each character is different. So you can't really compare the characters from different Final Fantasy games, it's like comparing a circle to a square. So yeah.
KADavidThe four Gs, awesome! I'm glad that I received this review! Kudos for the originality.
RedHerring1412Remember, I did explain it in my reply. Also, if you need help, just contact me through my email ArturiaI . . . don't know . . . wait, I do. Then again, I wouldn't tell you X3. Just wait till later, alright?
PhoenixCharmer116: The following is an action response scene to PhoenixCharmer116's action review scene.
--Reiko walks in, sees Hojo's smoking body, streams of blood spurting out. She brings up a hammer, aka Mallet-sama 3000 and 1.
3000 AND 1.--
Reiko: Can I kill him?
--PhoenixCharmer AND Vincent look at Reiko w/ wide eyes. Both inch away. Kuro meanwhile walks towards Hojo, tapping him with a foot.--
Kuro: Reiko, the guy's dead, you don't need to mutilate him anymore. Besides, he's completely hideous, don't wanna make the floor ugly, now do you?
--Reiko sighs, and somehow sends the giant hammer of destruction away.--
Reiko: I guess. Alright. But seriously, don't you think he needs to be a TEENSY, WEENSY, bit SMASHED???
--Kuro shakes his head, looking at PhoenixChamer and Vincent.--
Kuro: I do not believe it is wise to let them see your "other" side Reiko. Besides, we need to end this reply.
Reiko: Oh, okay.
--Vincent now walks up, sighing.--
Vincent: It does seem that Hojo is going to be out of commission for the rest of the time being. Perhaps I can finally have some peace and--
--PhoenixCharmer slams her body into Vincent's, causing him to fly from the scene. Kuro and Reiko watch as Vincent squirms and escapes, smoothly gliding away from his greatest fear, the fangirl.--
PhoenixCharmer: Vincent!!! Come back! My voodoo doll's useless, I need a stress reliever!!
Vincent: I do not wish to lose any more oxygen from my lungs, thank you miss. However, I shall excuse myself.
--Vincent and PhoenixCharmer disappear. Kuro and Reiko are now alone.--
Kuro: Well, that's was interesting. Perhaps a very interactive review, ne, Reiko-chan?
Reiko: Yeah, surprises me how fast PhoenixCharmer can run, and how Vincent almost seems to fly. And he's not in his metamorphosis form. Oh well.
Kuro: Well, that's all for today. But if you wish to continue this scene PhoenixCharmer116, please continue w/ your next review!
KumikoAnorikobows Thanks a lot Kumiko Anoriko! I most appreciate it. I am writing the second part as we speak.
mystik: Ah, hello mystik. Reiko has rewritten and reposted her story. It is now called Haku : Rebirth. And yes, he enjoys the facts that he has a now ample supply of bullets. And I'm happy as well. But he'll more then likely only use these bullets when facing giant creatures and monsters, not other humanly beings. It'll cause great trouble if he does. And suspicion.
And as I repeat, Reiko's story is Haku : Rebirth. There is a space between HAKU and :, and then another space between : and REBIRTH.
Lord MakuraOf course, it'll be gory. I received your PM, a lot of enthusiasm was felt from it. And yes, I believe that it'll be best for Vincent to have the Chaos form from Dirge of Cerberus
XD
I mean come ON, this is VINCENT we're talking about, THE bad-ass has got to be BAD-ASS!!!
Yuleen75And I have written it! I'm glad you enjoyed the battle, and as I said before in my previous reviews, I had imagined and watched this scene within my mind.
Nataku's WrathI know about the Free Energy, however, I don't think that Zidane would just yell, "FREE ENERGY!!" and release the attack. In the movie AC, they didn't really scream out their limit breaks (Cloud and Tifa specifically). So I don't believe that it'd be right to have them yell it out. It's like they're drawing the power from within themselves. And we just recently read the newest chapter of your story. God, you really hit the bullet on the mark. You portrayed our argumental selves, really, you did. Man, it's like this, my eyes:
O-O
Hol-E Shit.
Seriously man, that was cool for you to do that! And love how the Priest just jumps on the machina powered machinery, lol! Totally hypocrite XD.
Well, keep up your story!
And yes, as I asked, I hope that I can make you a special character in my own story. Please PM your response in the future!
yllom21Heh, thanks. I believe that Vincent would think that last line. And also, I'm glad you like the fighting scene, although the ending of the battle was sort of . . . anti-climatic. But it makes it all the more fun XD.
Vince Fanatic: Chiyah man, to you too! I'm glad you enjoyed it. I do hope that you enjoyed this chapter as well!
AldalenaLike I said before, I didn't know that it was his birthday TILL the day after. But Reiko did buy me the sundaes. She didn't even know about the 50 review mark until AFTER we were eating. So I'm wandering about that. Hmm . . . perhaps she knew this from the start, and went to buy it to commemorate Vincent's birthday. She is a Vincent fanatic after all.
FirehedgehogThanks sweetie, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Heh, I don't have any money to buy the FF9 soundtrack, it'd be awesome though XD!
Inui's bastard love-childAh, thanks. Short, to the point, love reviews like this one. Of course, I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
ranma hibikiOf course being cryptic is fun. I'm always like that with Reiko, and she's like that back, so we're amused and pissed at one another at the same time! And yes, the moogle did get frozen by the mutated walrus
Sirius123Heh, yes . . . and I was updating this when you were thinking of it . . . how bizarre . . . lol
Perhaps I have been reading your thoughts, especially when you're reading these very words MY MIND WILL GRAB YOUR BRAIN AND SQUISH IT INTO NOTHINGNESS!!!
Oh, my apologizes, my sanity has been slipping lately. Perhaps I need more rest.
But yeah, I did update it on Vincent's birthday. Though I didn't know. But I think Reiko did, as she gave me the sundae on the 13th, when I had just FINISHED the chapter.
She's a mind reader, she's invading my thoughts, ahh!!!
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Heh, just joking. But yeah, it is quite a strange coincidence.
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Well, Kuro now once more. I will continue to write, I love writing! But I must go, Reiko's in need of a research partner. And I think I need a smoke.
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What? I can't smoke? Well, I only do it when I'm stressed, so no worries there. Glad Reiko doesn't, if she did, she'd be a chain smoker, ugh. Don't want that.
But I must go now. Until the next chapter. If there are any further questions, you can ask in a reply, a PM, or just email me at H.
