Chapter Two
I shifted on the bed, yawning lazily. The duvet was nice and warm, perfect for snuggling into and the flames were crackling in the fireplace - Hang on a minute. Fireplace? I sure as heck didn't have a fireplace at home! Sleep forgotten, I thrust myself upright, flinging off the blanket. As soon as I got up, however, I had the deeply nagging feeling that something was very wrong. Number one - the room that I was in was neat and tidy, almost spartan save for a cupboard, a desk, and a chair - almost a bunker. At home, my room was in a permanant state of chaos, with leftover cheetos and odd socks all over the place. Number Two - I was wearing this flowery shirt which I wouldn't be seen dead in - it looked something like what my great-aunt would wear. Number Three - there were footsteps coming along the corridor. Not light ones, like my mum's, but heavy and clomping. What the heck was going on?
As if in response, someone started pounding on the door,"OY! VINCENT! WHATCHA DOIN', YO? IT'S THE ASS CRACK OF NOON, DUDE AND TSENG'S PISSED OFF! HE WANTS TO SEE YA, SO I'DA HURRY IF I WERE YA, DUDE! YOU IN THERE, YO?"
Vincent? Tseng? For some reason, the names sounded familiar... I scratched my head, trying to clear my sleep-fogged mind. Then I remembered. The caveman from the previous night. Dirge of Cerberus... and I winced. Kel screaming her head off at me. Right. So what did this have to do with anything? And why wasn't I back at home?
"VINNIE, I SWEAR IF YA DON'T GETCHA ASS OUTTA HERE RIGHT NOW I'LL BARGE IN AND DRAG YA OUT BY THE HAIR! TSENG WANTS YOU IN HIS OFFICE NOW, DIDJA HEAR ME, YO!?" The speaker redoubled his attempts, and the door wobbled dangerously on its hinges. I swallowed nervously, but headed to the cupboard.
Whoever Tseng was, it was best to do whatever he wanted. Maybe I'd even find out what on earth I was doing here, and why they were calling me Vincent.
Author's Note:
Yep, Vincent wears flowery nightshirts. Ooh... *grins and drools*
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