WHAT
THE HELL!?!
I think we can hear each other's thoughts.
Yeah,
well, you're crazy! Er, wait, no I'm crazy, since you can't be
talking...
...Huh.
Stop being in my head!
Yes, well, it
isn't like I'm doing this for shits and giggles, Slayer. Vincent
thought, and if he'd spoken this aloud, it would've been drawled
rather quietly.
Jerk!
How is this happening, anyways? And, hey! Why do you want me to kill
you?
I wanted it over with. As to your first question, I have no
idea. Care to repeat that poem?
I can't remember it at all
anymore. Surprisingly,
she felt extremely dissapointed by the thought, like she was missing
something really important.
Odd.
Where is it from? I might be able to find it, I own many old
documents.
It wasn't a document, my mom used to sing it before she
died.
Vincent
kept looking at her, red eyes wide and looking strangely innocent.
She shifted and rolled off of him, sighing.
Truce?
Vincent asked, blinking.
Sure,
but...no biting humans, okay? You'll have to make do with animals for
now. Yuffie
replied firmly.
Fine.
His
lack of resistance surprised her.
Suddenly, footsteps sounded
in the alleyway. Given that they were both on the ground and somewhat
beaten up, some rather odd questions could be brought up. Not to
mention that it could be the police. Yuffie swore, and Vincent pulled
her up.
Follow
my lead, he
thought, and put his arms around her and strategically covering a few
cuts with his sleeves. Then he kissed her.
Wait,
what are you- ooh...
Act
like we're a couple and they'll pass us off as hormonal
teenagers.
Yuffie
wrapped her arms around his shoulders, kissing him a little more
intensely than necessary. She closed her eyes.
The stranger walked
past them, -it was
a
cop- rolling his eyes. Stupid teenagers. Couldn't keep their hands
off each other for five seconds.
When he was gone, both Yuffie
and Vincent forgot to pull away, and they remembered at almost the
same moment.
Oh
yeah, Yuffie
blinked, pulling away slightly.
Right,
Vincent
thought, letting her go. They opened their eyes.
...That
was...
Interesting, to say the least...
Yeah...
Ahem,
they
both thought, looking away.
So...Yuffie
thought, and Vincent didn't respond. Hey!
She
frowned, as he still didn't move. "Vincent," She said,
rather loudly. He turned, looking at her curiously.
"What?"
He asked.
Why
didn't you hear what I was thinking?
You were thinking
something?
Duh. I couldn't hear what you were thinking,
either.
That's odd. I can hear you now.
Yeah...
Wait,
Yuffie. The poem?
Eyes and souls and minds connecting...Yuffie
remembered suddenly.
Exactly!
Hey,
Sherlock? Care to share?
When our eyes aren't connected, we can't
hear each other's thoughts.
Oh. Oh, and it started when-
We
looked each other in the eyes, yes.
But we looked before then,
didn't we?
Yes, but we only tried to kill each other in that
moment. It triggered the...thing, I suppose.
Oh.
Quite.
...We
should get out of here.
Yes, we should. He
started to walk away, and she followed.
"Hey, wait up!"
She called, frowning. He slowed down considerably, and she caught up
to him soon enough.
"Is there a hotel nearby?"
"Pff,
you kidding me? No one wants to stay here. You can stay at my
place...if you promise not to bite me."
"I won't, I
promise."
"Swear to...God?"
"I swear to God
I won't bite you." He winced a little at the mention of God, as
the name caused him brief flashes of excruciating pain.
"You
okay?"
"Don't...mention anything holy while I'm
around."
"Guess I better take those crosses in my room
down."
"I'm sleeping in your room?"
"Yup.
No guest room. Plus Dad would freak. Oh, and you can take the bed,
I'll take the cot."
"No, I insist. I'll take the
cot."
"No, I'll take the cot. I'm the hostess,
doofus."
"Yes, but I am the intruder. I call the
cot."
"Call it all you want, it's not answering the
phone."
"Lame."
"Whatever. I get the
cot."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"Yes."
"Glad
to see we agree, Vinnie."
"No."
"Okay,
then, we BOTH get the bed."
She glared.
"It's that or I sleep on the cot."
"...Fine."Hopefully
she's bluffing.
"Alrighty,
that's settled." She grinned, and he scowled.
"Yuffie,
why don't I just take the cot?"
"Because my Slayer honor
would be TARNISHED, Vincent, TARNISHED."