Let's keep the cliff hanger going with Tifa & Yuffie and move the narration towards what going on with the mysterious and silent character in Avalanche; Vincent Valentine. I find this chapter to be my favorite for it being cute; hopefully you'll see what I saw too!

Disclaimer: None of the characters or anything that revolves around Final Fantasy 7 has ever belonged to me but will always be credited by Square-Enix.

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Chapter 2- Guardian Angel

Wake up….

I have never been asleep to contribute to that order…

Then explain how you act so sleep-like?

I have no concern on what the question might mean….

Why so quiet, Vincent? Live up a bit; get annoyed-

So you could come out and cause more trouble?

Harsh but true

Alas I stay right…

Those crimson eyes, they chose to wander around the horizon he had chosen to be sorted upon. His thoughts were all jumbled in his head wandering around viciously like electricity as it soon collided with the voice in his mind. How that voice seemed to always cause him trouble and pain, it yearned to come out and taste the world before having fun destroying it; it was Vincent's job upon keeping it locked in.

Those eyes, the said crimson eyes; they wandered around more fidgety then the previous moment as his head was positioned down. He was deep in thought of a topic that indeed troubled him so very dearly. He chose to be positioned upon the ground as his fingers curled at the ground grasping a piece of it as he would at a stress ball.

Finally, the crimson windows stopped looking around and lay upon one horizon location; north. Her beauty, such beauty could not been overpowered by none in the eyes of the man sitting there. He had once loved her, yes. But did he ever move on from his love to her? No.

"Lucrecia" he didn't expect the words to appear against his own will as they came out from his lips unexpectedly as if he was giving a forced push. Her natural presence, she was so soft…So delicate yet so troubled. Her face expressions read easily of one holding a burden.

It was almost as if…He could hear her, repeating the same syllables over and over hoping he'd understand the true meaning of her quote. He of course didn't allow it, he wished to only keep on listening to the beauty yet possible imagined voice that lurked ever so gently in his ears.

Doesn't this indeed upset you? Poor girl, she didn't deserve to suffer…He doesn't deserve her.

He shook his head, not to the question fired in his head but the whole fact that the little creature chose to invade his privacy and butt in; he could tell the soft aurora the object was giving out. It wanted Vincent to feel the anger of losing her and fool him that he was on Valentine's side…The rest would have been history if Vincent fell for the see through trick.

She was precious, like a treasure to him he did not wish to spoil by opening. Treasure, that word…Looking back for a moment from the object of desire he allowed a sigh to escape his lips as he remembered it clearly; You will find her perfect enough to treasure. He couldn't honestly believe he was still dwelling on the fact of that rubbish piece of paper he had found laying upon his feet after chasing after an intruder; it was obvious that the sheet was meant for him.

It had said that he would find her perfect, how true. But that was all that was noted, he was slightly dwelling on the point of why the letter didn't point out the point of view from Lucrecia; just his. He allowed himself to finally get up as he gave his full attention north wise once more.

She doesn't love Vincent, poor vampire…

I let her go, she would be happier with the choice she was put in the end…

So you think that she's better off….Then with you?

Yes, saying upon that she doesn't deserve me would be foolish.

So what will you say, Valentine?

He tried to shake the topic off, he didn't wish to discuss with the creature for he was only doing it a favor. The monster devoured for gossip as Vincent had learned through past learning's; giving him what he wanted only gave Vincent more trouble in his hands to handle. He didn't know how, but he could tell that it was still waiting for a reply to the stated question; Vincent wondered whether he should reply or not.

He could remember it easily; the day had been his longest yet metaphorically speaking but maybe, even literally. He could remember her eyes so pure when he noticed her dance towards the Seventh Heaven. She had bought her way a stairway to heaven but returned back to earth.

That was what Vincent Valentine loved about her, she was the only one he could open up anything to. She could easily get herself in him and do the impossible and say a joke which would lead him to laugh. She could also get him to smile out of the blue over something that happened yesterday. The reason she could open him up so easily without trying? She was an angel to him, one so elegant and innocent. She was his angel, the softest and most touching person he ever spoke to; yes she was an angel to him.

Still standing tall as his eyes were set upon the north direction of him, he finally looked away before looking once more at the unknown object he had been eyeing the whole time. It shone so perfectly and beautifully as if Lucrecia was still held in there in her humble sleep. Tracing a finger against the crystal he once found her to rest in; he pulled his fingers off it and looked over his shoulder before shaking his head and still keeping his eye sight on the empty crystal.

You thought she came…

Maybe there is a yes to the question and maybe there is a no…

You never replied….

I have replied just recently to you statement…

No to my question…

I have nothing to say, except….

Except…?

I am happy for her…

He shook his head as he heard the nonsense of the creature in his head yell violently at him for being so foolish. He had just recently called her his angel, no person not vain or quite would be able to give up something as close as that.

He could hear her soft laugh when she was with him, she was happy and caring. She did not lose anything and was still close to the people she cared deeply for.

He could remember the first time he laid eyes on her hand in hand with Reeve Tuesti.

That was when it finally hit him, she was not his angel he had mistaken that point quite completely. She was his conscience and his good side on his shoulders; she was his protection and guidance. She was his guardian…His guardian angel.

-ToBeContinued-