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And he was just so sick and tired of asking for forgiveness and being forgiven, he felt like taking his gun out and shooting people's eyes out.
Sometimes.
The world was so much like a whining music box. Whenever he opened it, he heard cries and wails everywhere and he just had to go and stop it. Everyone seemed to be needing help and this whole entire world seemed to be getting in trouble every 5 seconds and he, who was built to be something more than a human being, had to go and stop it.
Before it's too late.
And the thing is—the thing is… it didn't take him that long to figure out that no matter what he didhe just couldn't undo it. No matter how hard—how hard he tries to save those lives, the lives of people he didn't save will never come back. Come back and tell him that it's okay.
It wasn't his fault.
And, sometimes, he wanted to just sit there and pull all his hair out and try to figure out the way to put everything back in its place. Every single part that he let slip by. And the worst part? The worst part is this:
This mutant Turk who lived in a coffin; he'd once had a chance to be
S a v e d
too.
Just like everyone else.
Day 1 – 24 minutes
Someone stole the moon today. Only two feeble headlights guided him through the stretched-out, dark, winding road. He'd been searching for Yuffie for more than three hours now. Expecting that others had better result than him, he phoned them on the way back.
A tiny sigh almost escaped his mouth but he swallowed it back into his stomach. And Vincent was the only one not answering his phone.
Frustrated, (though his worried face still looked pretty damn hot ), Cloud pressed the buttons once more, letting his eyes away from the road for another quick second as the motorcycle rumbled onto a bridge. Maybe this time. And with a wish like that, a long wisp of steam escaped his mouth.
Riing.
The night was turning cold, leaving tiny icicles for Cloud. He was almost sure that the lake he was crossing below was like a big, huge puddle of ice water.
Just answer.
Ring.
Vincent!
Ring. Ring.
Someone--
A glowing figure, no, Cloud squinted into the cold, it wasn't really glowing. It was just a bit too pale to be human. A sickly, pale yellow. As if time had worn its shine out.
He slowed down, having the pulsing urge to whisk his blade out.
It took him awhile to realize that the figure was actually a man looking very ill, staring somewhere far off as if he weren't really here and conscious. And, Cloud was very glad, he was human.
Cloud finally came to a stop in front him, his concerned, blue eyes turning to face the man, expecting him to somehow take notice of the ex-SOLDIER or at least turn his head around to look at who had just stopped his motorcycle in front of him out of nowhere. But he didn't. He just stared out there as if an angel was going to come and pick him up.
Close up, Cloud could see that this man was very thin as if he'd just climbed back out of his grave. He clothes were muddy and soaked with what seemed like.. blood?
Ring…..
The phone clutched in Cloud's hand, he could feel it vibrate.
"Are you oka—"
He must've heard the ring too since he turned his face around slowly and stared but not exactly stared into his eyes.
& he (couldn't) find the → Light.
As if everything worth living for was sucked out and as if something precious has been stolen from the world forever.
Cold shiver went down his spine. His hands were freezing.
Riiiing—
Sorry. If you would like to leave a message, please press one.
The man sputtered, "D-do I know you?"
If you would like to leave a text message, press two.
"No," Cloud took another step closer, feeling the cold piercing inside him.
The man heaved up and down, sputtering like a mad dog.
"I want it back."
If you would like to leave your number, please press three.
"What are you—"
"It's just so cold out here."
If you would like to ..
And he jumped, his arms stretched out as if he was about to soar through the sky and fly off like an angel or something. Cloud reached up and tried to grab him but it was too late and the man, who looked as if he was just about to grow pure white wings, plunged down into the darkness below.
But he didn't grow any wings.
And it was just so cold out there.
The phone stopped ringing with a gentle click, tired of waiting.
Oh yes, dearies. ┃Fish ┃it all out and ( s oLve ) it before your last b r e a t h.
Stop snoring Vinnie.
Yuffie twitched and shivered, pulling up the cloak tighter around herself.
I said. Shut up.
She kicked her leg, hoping that it would at least reach Vincent's butt.
Shutupshutupshutupshutupshut-
"Oh my gawd! VINCENT," Yuffie yelled, bolting up right, "will you please stop snoring?"
And as soon as her horrid voice echoed about a million times in the cave, she felt dumb and stupid and realized that what she thought was Vincent's snore was actually his cell phone ringing like crazy.
Yuffie coughed and looked around. They were still in the cave. A shiver went through her body. And you want to know what was more creepy and annoying? Vincent was just sitting there with his red, ruby eyes open, staring at her.
Was he even alive?
She coughed nervously, "You..uh…gonna get that, Vin?"
"No."
Yuffie let out a sigh of relief. Sohe's not dead. She scratched her head and frowned, suddenly realizing how sore she was. Also realizing that he just answered with a no.
"Uh.. why not?"
"Too far away."
She glared at him, "Answer the phone, Vinnie-dear." And then, realizing what she'd said to him, Yuffie came dangerously close to choking to death.
"You're closer."
"Excuse me?" Yuffie frowned even harder. "From where I see it, it's closer to you."
"It's not."
"YES, it is."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Goddammit, Vinnie. Just get the freaking phone before it stops."
"…"
"What if its like… really, really important? Anyway, it's your phone."
"…"
"You get it."
"…no."
And with a slight sigh, "Yuff—"
The phone stopped ringing. They glared at each other disapprovingly.
It clicked again with a faint woman's voice saying something like if you would like to leave—
"Vinnie! It's going to turn itself off!" Yuffie screamed, "Seriously. What if it's Cloud or Reeve or Red or Tifa or Cid or a Turk or Barret or a fairy or your alter-ego or…" She forced herself to think more names, "…Sephiroth?!?"
& when Yuffie was done with her ramble, the phone finally clicked itself off with a softer click.
Once again, there was silence.
Yuffie, of course, had the strong urge to ask Vincent how long they had been were lying there motionless and why they had fainted in the first place and what happened and why he wasn't moving and staring at things dumbly.
"GAH!" And that, my friend, was the word (if you could call it that) that she spat out, unable to resist the whole let's not talk from now on vibe anymore.
Vincent turned his head around quickly and looked at her as if she were sick.
"…..what?"
Tifa was sure she heard them. At least…someone was there.
Putting on her gloves, she walked slowly inside the cave, feeling the icy cold water slither around her feet.
There was a faint ring. She quickly reached for her cell phone.
No. No. It wasn't hers. It wasn't—
With a frown, she looked ahead only to see nothing but shadows all around the cave. Even the water looked a bit darker. A bit… a bit green, maybe?
And with another step, she decided to keep on going.
Happy New Y e a r : !
p.wings: mm. I'm sorry if it's horribly cheesy with that one part with Cloud and stuff. –Will soon improve action/action writing skills- Eh. The story will move along more quick soon. A-hah. ;; And thank you for the reviews. (n.n) Oh yes. And that one review in Korean. It was hard to understand what you trying to say...but that's okay. xD
j.blue; hey guys! Happy New Year!! And... ah... Yuffie and Vincent's weird passy-outty-ness will be explained later, mm'kay? Kay.