I'm back! I'm continuing for my friend, but I kinda want reviews, so I'll bri- I mean, ENCOURAGE you guys to review like this: I'll add a bit of Reno+Yuffie next chapter.
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING.
And some people say that Vincent's eyes are red, and others say orange. So I say fire-colored. Don't sue me, I have no money anyhow.
It was now about ten o'clock, and Tifa had fallen asleep early due to her fragile emotional state, and exhaustion that had been building up as all-nighters at the bar had become more frequent.
Vincent had carried her upstairs, put her down onto her bed, tucked her in, and walked back downstairs for more hot chocolate. Like the gentleman he was, he slipped some money into the cash register to pay for the drinks.
Marlene and Denzel had been staying at a friend's house for the weekend, so the house was quiet and empty save for the red-cloaked gunslinger, and, silent as he was, he hardly counted.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
The clock whispered.
Vincent stared at the ceiling. The fan spun around, and around, and around…
...Silence. Just how I like it. A contented look shone in his fire-colored eyes. He leaned back on the couch, his pitch-black, glossy hair falling into his eyes an tickling his long, straight nose slightly.
Ha, you didn't like silence when that dead chick was alive! His demons taunted.
Must you remind me of that every time I come close to joy?
No, It's just fun to do whenever.
I… You are impossible.
And you won't move on.
Shut up.
Oh, great argument, we stand in awe of your massive debating skills.
Just…leave me be, would you?
Hmph. We'd like to, but we're stuck here in your mind, Brood.
Not you too…
Hey, the Ninja has a point. And some hot-
Vincent stopped listening, staring instead at the stairs. He got up and strode towards a stool, his metallic shoes going click-click-clickety-click-click on the hardwood floor beneath him.
You should buy some sneakers. Those shoes are so last century, and how long has it been since you last friggin' took 'em off? Come to think of it, when did you last have a SHOWER?
…I hate me life.
I know 'tis short. I'll try harder if I get even one review. Flames will be used… to make hot chocolate for one of the charries in this FanFic. You know who it is. Reminder: I'll add some RenoXYuffie (Reffie?) stuff if I get some reviews.