A/N: Hello. This is Kuro o oh ho ho!! Sorry, had to see if it worked, and it did. Anyways, I'm here to tell you about my life as of this moment.

I'm naturally acing my classes.

Reiko's partially struggling with hard-ass teachers. She always gets teachers who are on the informative and introspective side. Heh. And the fact that she doesn't bring her cassette recorder doesn't f-in help at all. Silly auditory dyslexic girl!!!

XD

J., a friend of mine's happy about the profile caricature that Reiko drew for him.

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And my brother's been a pain, as he has snuck into my room and stole my iPod. He must return it. I NEED it. Seriously, boredom's something I truly loathe.

And idiots.

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Well, here's Reiko's section, enjoy!

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Reiko's Section:

Hello! Reiko's here!! Anyways, as Kuro said, life's been crappy as of far. I'm planning on posting some of my silly cartoonish profiles of Kuro and J.T. I might add some of the other profiles I made! I'm just proud that none of them were made on the computer XD.

But well, hope you're all enjoying life itself! Ciao!

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Kuro once more. Well, I'm here to warn you something. I'm making sure that Vincent's not too badass in battle at the moment. I need the normal FF9 crew to strengthen themselves before Vincent truly takes a good role in the story. Just warning you!

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Disclaimer: FF7 nor FF9 are mine.

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Previously Read From the Last Chapter . . .

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"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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"Magic Barrier."

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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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Chapter IV.

A II., No, III. Encounter.

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Hearing his name, Vincent nodded, before looking down at the children. His voice still had a scary, but assuring tone to it, making the children calm, and yet, shiver in his wake. "Go."

The children scurried away, Vincent blocking the Black Waltz's path to them. The Black Waltz showed some surprise, before calming itself down.

"Hmph. For once there is a prominent magic user. And as the pests have departed, allow me to introduce myself." The Black Waltz got into a ready position, its two claw-like hands up. "I am the Black Waltz II."

Vincent raised an eyebrow. His ears told him that the others were beginning to run closer in hopes to draw a bigger advantage in the incoming battle. But his attention was still on the Black Waltz II. He sighed.

"Another Black Waltz? Perhaps you'll live up to your name, Black Waltz . . . II."

"Hmph. So you fought and killed the first." Vincent heard the being crack its knuckles, if it had any, before glaring at him. "It pains me to see that you can only use white magic!" Black Waltz II brought a hand forward, unleashing a ball of fire.

Vincent felt a tingling sensation behind him, and made no notion to move. "There is no need to move . . ." He began feeling cool wind swirling about his body, a spell was going to erupt.

"Frosty Wind, Endless Ice, I call upon your power!! BLIZZARD!!" The spell was shorter, but Vincent felt a greater amount of power behind it. Shards of Ice jotted down in front of Vincent, ending the FIRE spell's course. The fire and ice combined to create mist.

Out of the mist came Vivi, whose hands held the staff of wood. He had stabbed it within the ground, as if trying to invoke the deepest parts of his mental reserves for the attack. He was huffing, most likely feeling a bit shaky from taking in so much power all at once. But it worked, and Vincent was unharmed. Vincent gave a smirk, and nodded in approval. The black mage took notice, but his eyes went back to the Black Waltz II. He could already see the child recovering from the powerful invokement.

"The child has more then enough power to compensate for our . . . lacking of offensive magic." Vincent turned away, his cloak behind him. "And your opponent is not just one . . ." At that moment, Zidane pierced from the floating cloak's wake, his daggers now unsheathed, a battlecry released as he came forward. Steiner sprinted towards the Black Waltz II as well. Vincent turned back once more, allowing full sight. He brought up his claw of a hand, and spread the fingers out. His eyes glared at the Black Waltz, which was now readying a spell. "But five."

Vincent stood beside the Princess, whose eyes were constantly darting to one person to the other. The two, Zidane and Steiner, were attacking in front, while Vivi was in the lower ranks, shouting out spells.

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"YAAAA!!!" Steiner charged in, sword in hand. He was indeed the powerhouse, as he charged in. Fire spells, as well as Blizzard spells were bombarded on the knight, but his armor, as well as his broad body allowed him to continue his charge. A sideward slash did nothing however. More then likely the wings provided the speed the Black Waltz II was in need of.

However, this went without compensation, as Zidane slipped from behind and kicked the Black Waltz II, a cheeky grin on his face. The Black Waltz II almost stumbled in the air, but spun around quickly, swiping a claw at the boy. Zidane ducked and shot a hand within the robes of the mage. The mage's eyes widened as Zidane gave a cheeky smile and flipped away, a crumpled up hat within his hand.

Zidane made a rude gesture to the Black Waltz, who blinked at it. Zidane smiled. "NOW VIVI!!" The thief shouted out.

The black mage child nodded, mumbling the finishing words for his incantation. "BLIZZARD!!" Shards of ice shot at the Black Waltz II. The Black Waltz II dodged, but not without receiving minimal damage.

A shard hit a second of the right wing, causing the being to hiss. It stumbled slightly, trying to adjust to the sudden weight change. And for some strange reason, Steiner was there to charge at the Black Waltz II once more. This time, he swung, but its course was interrupted.

The Black Waltz II's eyes glared at the sword being swung down, and with swift hands, caught the hands behind it. He twisted them, causing Steiner's weight to be thrown off, the knight crashed to the ground, grunting upon impact.

"Insolent mortal! Receive punishment!!" A hand was raised, a flaming orb collecting within. Steiner groaned from the crushing fall, and took no notice.

"Dammit Rusty!!! Get out of the way!!" Zidane shot in, forcing his body to become a torpedo in the air. He wrapped his arms around the Black Waltz's waist and tackled him down. But the fire spell singed his bare shoulder. The 2nd degree burns made him hiss as he rolled away, shielding the sensitive area. Tapping it made him cringe and shake from the sharp repetitious pains. But at the moment, Dagger saw his distress and began her incantation, flurries of white light floated around her as she deepened in concentration. The white mage's feelings embedded within the spell, strengthening it as it gathered energy.

"Cure!" Dagger cried out, her powers aiding Zidane, slowly healing the dead skin and cooked muscles, healing tendrils and strands, making it whole. Soon, Zidane swung his arm, making sure that it was 100 percent usable. Smiling, he gave a wave to Dagger.

"Thanks Dagger!" Dagger gave a nod to Zidane, whose eyes then turned back to the battle.

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But upon Zidane's turn, Dagger's eyes lost their bright glint. A deep, empty sigh was released, causing Vincent to notice the change in the girl's breathing, and now overbearing sorrow.

"Why can I not do anything . . ." Vincent turned to the girl, who barely said this after releasing a cure spell to Zidane.

"As there are those who fight close. . ." Garnet, now Dagger, stopped, and for a second, kept her ears honed on him. "There are also those who fight from afar. Young Vivi is a long distance fighter . . . and you are a long distance fighter as well, and a supporter. Your role in battle is just as significant as the final blow."

"B—but how?"

Vincent looked at her, his two eyes on her, making her freeze. Vincent didn't like the fact that he was talking WAY more than he should, but it was necessary for the time being. These . . . novices, or rather, greenhorns, were in need of advice from someone experienced.

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Very experienced.

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He was after all teaching her something very important, and perhaps vital for her life on the battlefield. And unlike many warriors and fighters, this girl was not meant to fight up close and . . . at them, as they say. The air around her invoked peace and sensitivity, and there was nothing of the coldness that a fighter needed to draw upon in the brink of battle.

"There are those who fight . . . and those who heal . . . without any healer within the ranks . . . the fighter shall meet his, or her demise as quickly as they have entered the field. They have been trained to fight, but not to support. Unless you have both abilities, then you will be outrageously defeated. As Zidane, Steiner, and Vivi fight to protect you, you and perhaps I, will be there to provide the support they are in need of when time begins to thin . . ." Vincent brought his arm forth, and allowed the energy to gather. The materia orbs Barrier and All began to glow within the bangle. "Fight if you must, but fight from where you are most powerful in. The you must be strongest in battle, to survive." Vincent's eyes almost emanated with power, liquid fire pouring from them. "Magic Barrier. Spread."

Blue light surrounded them all. Zidane took a second to feel the glow disappear, before smirking, before running back into the battle.

"Fire!!" The Black Waltz launched a barrage of flames at the blonde. Vivi counterattacked with a Blizzard spell, nullifying the majority of the flames. But there were still barrages of the flames that were still aimed at the blonde.

Dagger was going to cry out in panic when she saw Zidane hurling himself into the barrage of flames, but she noticed the smirk on the boy's face.

Suddenly, the bluish glow around the thief's body crystallized, almost brightening as it made contact with the flames. And as Zidane passed through the flames, he exited the barrage with only a few burns on his body. The crystallized sapphire shield around his body shattered upon the exiting of the fiery wall, but it had proven its use. The thief showed no signs of cringing as he threw a dagger at the Black Waltz. The Black Waltz, taken by surprise had no time to move out of the way. Instead, it slapped the spinning dagger to the side, but in doing so, the glove was sliced, and a bit of whatever was underneath it with it.

Dagger saw it. If Zidane was not protected by the blue aura, he would have had a chance of being burned alive from flying through the wave of flames. She looked up at Vincent, who nodded. "Fighters at times do not think in the battle, so supporters must assure them, and must make sure that they do not lose their lives during the battle. If you are not there to support them, then where will the final blow come from?" The Princess nodded, now connecting the former questions within her mind. "Good. Then continue to support them. The Black Waltz II shall not attack you, as it must bring you back intact." Vincent's eyes however were honed on a single area of the battle. Danger was rising, he could feel it as the cold tingling sensations crept all over his back.

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"FIRE!" Vivi cried out, launching the spell at the Black Waltz II. The Black Waltz II did not expect the frontal attack, and was pushed back by the flames, the robes it wore now fringed and burnt. The Black Waltz II's attention was now on Vivi.

It now realized that Vivi was the one who distracted him, while the attackers took advantage of this gap of time to attack. He decided it was best to rid of the small one, then to attack the others.

Not looking at the thief or the knight, he Black Waltz II flew towards the mage, whose eyes flickered for a mere second to the right. But upon training them upon the BLACK WALTZ II, Vivi gasped, trying to concentrate on a certain spell. But the distance between the boy and the creature was too great, and any magical spell would cause grave damage to both of them, but crucially, it would hurt him the most.

Vivi did what he could. He covered his head with his arms, and pulled the upper part of his body lower to the ground. The BLACK WALTZ II's eyes gleamed as it raised its claws in its descent, almost creating the image of a predator readying to shred its prey.

"DIE FAILURE!!" The being's claws came down too quickly for the boy to react.

"AHHH!!!" Vivi screamed as fear overtook him. He did not move, frozen in place by the Black Waltz II's cold merciless eyes. The others gasped, no one was near enough to attack, nonetheless defend the mage. But all those in the front lines began dashing to the black mage, intending to give any sort of help.

But it was too late. A sickening sound of slicing flesh and thickness rang throughout the plains, a gasp, a dying gasp was released from the small one. It was heart wrenching, the last breath was not meant to be taken from the boy.

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Not yet.

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The one also known as Vivi, collapsed, something flowed out of the back of the boy's coat.

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Crimson blood.

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Not mist.

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But blood.

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Silence accompanied the picture before them, well, before the Black Waltz II spoke.

"Finally, the prototype is gone. Now, shall we dance?" The Black Waltz chuckled wickedly, and kicked the body of the boy mage to the side. The body rolled quite the distance, before lying within a barren area of the grassland. Eyes looked to the body, then the Black Waltz II, all eyes filled with bewilderment, even horrifying realization. The Black Waltz II sank within the feelings the eyes poured out, savoring them.

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But the fear that the Black Waltz II had intended to strike within them failed. Instead, these were the thoughts that were pouring out . . .

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So that was it? That was what the Black Waltz II had to say? Thoughts, words, all logic was thrown out of the window as Zidane's eyes were focused on Vivi's cold, dead body. "Tell me . . . Black Waltz . . . II . . . was that what you saw Viv' as? A failure? Nothing more then a puppet for your bidding?" The Black Waltz II looked in Zidane's direction, whose face was facing downward, his fists causing the daggers to tremble within them. And without a thought, had a monotonic voice to answer the teen's questions.

"He . . . is a puppet who failed to even fit the qualifications to undergo the transformation we have gone through. His persona was too . . . bright, to become a soldier of our great force. He is nothing more than a black pot on our creation . . . a failure. And nothing more then a piece of nothingness, wishing to become something."

"You . . . you . . . DAMN BASTARD!!!!" Zidane ran in blindly, his eyes concentrating solely on the Black Waltz II. "Vivi is no puppet! He's nothing like you YOU DAMN MONSTER!!!" Rage was laced within his voice, his eyes almost shifted into a darker shade of blue. If any saw the change, they would have been shaken.

The Black Waltz II was.

The Black Waltz II, alarmed by the thief's speed, began to fly backwards, a feat thought not possible. But because of this, the Black Waltz II saw nothing of the attack that would come.

"Feast on the blade of justice!!" Only one man can say such . . . cliché-ish words. And the man released a blow that would prove deadly.

The Black Waltz II screamed.

And the sound of squelching liquid splattered on the ground, and the sound of fluttering feathers made a thud on the ground within the pools of liquid mist. Black mist rose from the messy pile of feathers and bones.

The Black Waltz II was crouched downward, gasping and heaving as the black ink flowed from its back. It brought a claw back, and felt for its wings. Black blood dripped upon the leather gloves, and warmth covered its fingers.

It trembled, and shifted to face the knight, whose blade was still drawn, dark liquid flowing downward on its surface.

"You . . . will suffer . . . excruciating pain . . . HUMAN!!!"

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Something else happened within the time of these events.

No one took notice of a single man, whose claw clenched a feather of ruby, which glowed with a dim holy light. His own crimson eyes closed, concentrating.

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Upon the death of the black mage, a new world was brought forth . . .

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A groan.

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A gasp.

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The sound of whimpering, and whispering.

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Desperation.

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Weakness.

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Fear.

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Loneliness.

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All feelings and emotions were wild in the darkness around . . . a single boy's voice rang within the echoing depths of the blackness. A pair of ember eyes began to dim in the overpowering obsidian plains.

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"Help . . . me . . ." Vivi's voice rang through.

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Nothing.

"Help . . . me!"

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Nothing once more.

Emotions increased, sorrow building, the boy screamed within the hopeless abyss, in hopes for one last try.

"HELP ME!!!!"

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...V……..i………

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The voice, sounded familiar . . .

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……..Vi…………….vi...

So, so familiar . . .

…………..Vivi…………

Vivi heard his name, and from that instant, warmth overcame him. He opened his orbish eyes wide, recognizing the image before him.

Crimson cape.

Crimson eyes.

A dark, and yet, warm voice echoed within, causing all of those emotions to run astray.

"Return, child . . . to life . . ." Vincent's outstretched left hand held a floating feather. A phoenix feather, which dispersed. Vincent's body dispersed as well, and Vivi, for some strange reason, could not yell in surprise, or in fear as he saw the forboding man disappear before his very eyes. This darkness was nothing he had ever experienced. One that was never meant for someone so young to experience.

Vivi suddenly felt a mysterious wind around him, and he felt his body float from the invisible ground. Fiery embers and ruby feathers floated around him, caressing his invisible body. He exhaled a relaxed breath, before blinding light overtook his vision.

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Pain.

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Fatigue.

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That's what he felt upon seeing the bright blue sky, its clouds wisp-like bodies floating within the atmosphere. But taking in a gasping breath of air distinguished those worries.

He was alive.

Alive.

"Here." Vivi heard Vincent say, and stumbled with a potion that fell into his hands. Vivi drank the whole of the potion, and felt his wounds closing completely. It was a high-potion, more than capable of healing his wounds. Though his clothes weren't in exactly great shape, he could feel his body half better. The potion could heal external wounds, but the potion itself could not rid him of the exhaustion. But Vivi looked up at Vincent, gratitude in his eyes. Vincent's eyes gazed outward, and Vivi followed. He gasped.

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No one had indeed realized that Vivi had been revived. No one knew that, as Steiner released the blow that would prove more then fatal. His blade held liquid black and impure, dripping onto the ground, creating a pool of grey in the grass.

Black feathers and obsidian wings crumpled on the ground, like paper in the wind. The Black Waltz II screamed in agony and anger, its eyes curled upward.

"You . . . will suffer . . . excruciating pain . . . HUMAN!!!" The pain was great, causing the Black Waltz II to cringe as it went to claw at the human. The said human moved back, a safer distance from the mage.

Vivi felt something new, something he had never felt before.

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Rage.

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A sudden shift occurred, and Vivi's eyes were closed. His two gloved hands were raised upward, his mind now intent on one thing.

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The annihilation of the Black Waltz II.

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"Energies hidden within the skies . . . whose power spans near and far . . ." Sparks began to crack around his hands. Some licked at the leather gloves, but proved no harm to the boy as he furthered his meditative concentration. "Allow this humble person power beyond comparison . . ." Vivi's eyes snapped open, revealing a flare of topaz. "To strike down his foes!! THUNDER!!"

The Black Waltz II gasped, and turned, its eyes now on Vivi. There was one thing that was evident within the Black Waltz II's eyes.

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Shock.

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"B—b—but how?? You are supposed to disappear! Disperse!! Disintegrate upon death!! How—" But the Black Waltz II said no more, as a great ray of light came straight from the darkened skies. It screamed an inhumane screech, piercing the heavens with its unearthly and demonic power. The clothing that was upon the shell of a puppet began to tear away, disintegrating within the powerful energies that washed over him.

Eyes watched as the dark entity was revealed. The identity of the being.

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It was unrecognizable.

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The being itself, it was only mist. Black mist.

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The body was practically a blob. Without the clothing as a holder of the energy, the being was now dispersing, being eaten by the lightning attack. Vivi watched with wide eyes, the horrifying sight before him made him wish to look away, but he could not. His closest to kin, so it seems, was being destroyed by the ray of light. And as the scream disappeared, the being's body was being eaten alive.

The thunder attack thinned, disappearing back into the heavens, the clouds dispersed. But there was nothing that remained of the Black Waltz II.

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But then, a sound unfamiliar to all caused them to look down.

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Within the ring of burned grass, laid two orbs of yellow, no . . . sapphire . . . no . . . crimson. No one could tell as the colors constantly shifted from one color to the other, as if it could not decide which color it wished to remain as.

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No one wanted to know.

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But a single figure began to slowly approach those orbs. A small child, whose eyes widened to the size of those orbs. Each step the mage took was haunted, heavy, and unnatural. It was as if the boy was being drawn to the orbs, by some alien force.

Vincent however, felt something . . . malevolent from them. The color, the shine, the very swirls of colors.

It felt wrong.

But before he could even say a single word, or even make a warning to the spectators, Vivi took hold of one of the orbs.

And gasped.

The boy's body was suddenly strung up by some abnormal force, his back stiff, as stiff as a board. His hand clenched a single orb, the other still lying on the ground. His body looked to be in the middle of being electrocuted, and suffering an extremely fakish stroke.

Suddenly, Vivi collapsed, the orb within his clenched hand released. It rolled away from the boy's body.

"Vivi!"

"Viv'!"

"Master Vivi!!!"

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Vincent did not voice worry. The others ran towards the boy, who was only knocked unconscious.

But he slowly walked towards the orb that had escaped Vivi's gloved hand, his pointed boots crunching the dry grassy surface. Crunch and crunch, step after step, Vincent came closer to the orb.

He stopped.

He bent down slowly, allowing to let his heavy crimson cape billow around him, folding itself as it laid upon the ground as well.

A human hand took the orb,

And darkness fell.

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A/N: Yo. Well, what was it that made Vivi lose consciousness . . . again? What has happened to Vincent? And when will the author just move the f--- on with the damn story? I know, tons of questions can be sprouted from this. But hey, it's fun.

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Here's the Reviewers' Pit Stop!:

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Sharingan Kitsune: Ha ha, don't worry, usually I'm carefree, but at the moment, times are tough, and I have to take a smoke. Ever since Reiko found out, which was like the first day we met, she made me promise to cut it down. Her having allergies/brink-point-to-asthma didn't help, so I promised. So far, I just smoked 1 in this month, and last month, I believe 3, 1 for the giant exam of mines, another because the story Reiko was trying to write was becoming cracky, and the last from the unsuccessful Duel SI. Don't worry though, my parents are fine with it, though they don't smoke, and to me, it's not really an addiction. They respect my decision, and I respect their space by smoking away from them. I have gone without smoking for awhile, but whenever something stressful appears, I must acquire the cancer stick and relax.

However, they are now putting up a ban for the smoking in public places, so I'm only going to be able to do it on the rooftop of my family's apartment. And of course, Reiko will make sure I don't do anything that'll cause me to chain smoke.

Sometimes I wonder if she's the sister I'd never have . . . heh, funny thought.

Inui's bastard love-child: I thank you for the compliment XD. But hey, it's fun having cliffies, though I'm not caring for it when I read a cliffie on a crappin good story! But don't worry, I'm just stopping before I write 50 pages! Don't want your eyes to take the strain!

Vince Fanatic: Yes! My ever faithful reader has returned! For a second, I thought you forgot my story (cries slightly), however, reading your comment helps! I thank you for the compliments!

w00t: Heh, maybe . . . maybe . . . not. Jus' kiddin'! Don't know really, let's see how the story goes, shall we?

RedHerring1412: No, they're just joking about the whole vampire thingy. If they were, they'd have cloves of garlic, crosses, and holy water. But true, he does stick out like a sore thumb. It's just the clothes themselves, and the claw, and the eyes, and . . . you have the point, right? Hope you enjoyed the way the Black Waltz II died! Vivi's got tons of power stored in that puny body of his! And yes, Vincent HAD to hold back XD.

yllom21: Yeah! I make cliffs to annoy my fans XD. Just kidding. I just don't want to write giant works and crap. That'd be going OVERBOARD. I swear, I read a piece or rather, a chapter of Reiko's work, just did a 50 PAGE CHAPTER. That's . . . insane. But I hope this battle helped somewhat!

StevDown: Not really, it's just the personalities that he's being influenced by now. Zidane does portray a Yuffie-ish attitude, while Steiner reminds him of Barret. Dagger may even be reminding him of Aeris, or rather, what Aeris might have been, somewhat. Also, some of the questions you had, well, you'll find out in due time. Remember, I have side-chapters. So that means that I'll go to other points of views or other events happening in the FF9 timeline!

Kez-o the Brave: munches cookie Ah, thanks man, major power boost! Sweets are my weakness, as they make me "high" on energy. Heh, but yep, because you said that, I raided Reiko's cookie jar and swallowed every cookie in there. Chocolate Chip w/ Macadamia Nuts are awesome! Damn, her father get's really good cooking ingredients too. I'm having a craving for curry . . . XP

PhoenixCharmer116: THE FOLLOWING SCENE IS AN ACTION RESPONSE TO PHOENIXCHARMER116 . . .
Kuro: You got . . . to be kidding me . . .
Reiko: (smiles wickedly, bringing up Mallet Sama)
Kuro: OH NO YOU DON'T!!!!! (grabs her by the ear, rendering her weak.)
Reiko: OW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Vincent: My my Kuro . . . must you revert to such . . . childish antics? (rolls eyes)
Kuro: Just tell PhoenixCharmer116 that she's made Reiko into KILL MODE, which doesn't always end well.
Vincent: (raises an eyebrow, a claw gleaming) This, KILL MODE, it intrigues me.
Kuro: (points at Reiko, who's foaming at the mouth) THIS girl here, once she's on it, she doesn't stop till everything around her, including me, and including you (Russian Cursing still heard in background)—AND YOU (Rosso the Crimson stops cursing). In other words, total annihilation.
Vincent: (Inches away from Kuro, who holds Reiko back) So this . . . KILL MODE, how is it . . . deactivated?
Kuro: (shrugs shoulders) Heh, don't know really. She said something about cooking somen or something. Food. Triggers HUNGER MODE and stops her KILL MODE instantly.
Vincent: . . . . . . . . I'll cook some up. (Walks to kitchen, the sound of boiling water is quickly heard)

Damn, it's hard restraining Reiko now. Oh well, can't wait for your reply!!

Sega Genesis n' The 64 Live...: Hmm, that'll be too early. Man, if he did that, the others would be like O.O or OoO or OMFG!!!!! Heh, but yeah, it'd be cool if he could do that, and forget all logic of hiding his true powers XD.

Firehedgehog: Thanks! Always love it when you review!

Nataku's Wrath: As you can see, I haven't inserted you yet. Your time has not come yet! But anyways, I'm going to do something about that soon, just wait, just wait Joel . . . But I'll say it again, thanks for the cameos! Reiko and I, especially I, feel honored to be in it!

KumikoAnoriko: Well, your assumptions are close, but not exact! Well, and the Black mage, well, he was trying to fry the poor kiddies with a THUNDER attack. No conscience whatsoever's in his mind, so he's okay with frying a group of 6-8 year olds. And I shall take your outburst as an outrageous and awesome compliment XD

Sirius123: Heh, hope the twitch stops soon! I never had that before, I guess because I'm too calm and laidback for my own good. Well, probably because I'm planning to apply to PSU, which I overqualify for! I'm planning to go to the same college as Reiko XD. That way, we can continue our fanfic crap! But sorry about yout semi-shock-semi-seizure moment. Damn, didn't want that much damage.

Zuperbuu: I know, Vivi's so sweet! But I'm sorry that I inflicted great pain to the mage. FORGIVE ME!!!

Lord Makura: I know I'm evil. Wait, I'm not evil, I'm just sadistic. XD But I cannot let Vincent transform yet. It'll cause great ripples and plotholes which SHOULD NOT be made just yet! So please, be patient, please (MAKES PUPPY EYES, COMBINED WITH RECTANGULAR GLASSES ON BRIDGE OF NOSE MAKES INNOCENT LOOK).

Leon Darksword: Yes, I smoke. Heh, hey Dylan. Well, glad you enjoyed this chapter! Sorry, another cliffhanger impending once more. I can't help myself! It makes it all the more fun to write. But how's your story stuff doing anyways? You can email me at kuro(dot)aku(dot)kaze(at)yahoo(dot)com.

Boudicca Aturia: "Swell?" Strange, but nice. Thanks though. And I hope this chapter holds enough to hold the swell entrance that Vincent had from the other chapter!

J.: Hey J. Or should I say, Jack T? Well, yeah, I smoke. Don't worry, I'm already going to be 18 this year, so my parents are fine with it. Also, I rarely smoke now. NOW. So Reiko's prolonging my health. But I'll be seeing you at school tomorrow, kay?

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Well, that's all folks. I'm going to bed. Exams tomorrow!

Sincerely,

Kuro H.

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P.S.: PLEASE REVIEW. I WOULD LIKE YOUR INPUT. IF NOT, THAT'S FINE, I JUST WISH FOR SUGGESTIONS.

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