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Lost Traveler of Crimson

Warning rated M.

Lucrecia….

Yuffie…

Shelke…

These names, why had he forgotten?

One damned him

One confused him

The other…

"There's one alive over here." shouted a feminine voice.

He could feel the sense of fear that came with the voice. Suddenly the smell of a familiar metal graced his senses disturbing him from the light arms pulling at his body. Blinking in and out of consciousness he felt the debris roll off his body.

"Fuck, he's covered in…"

'Where did all this crimson come from?' thought the confused man looking at his stained body.

"Yuna, come quick," shouted another.

His eyes grow heavy as he hears jumbled sentences.

"He's fading… shock… I'm going to need…get back,"

"Yunie here's… water,"

"Now soak this," a ripping sound drifted into his ears as this was said.

He feels a distant pounding on his chest. Its so far yet it's so near. Within these intervals he can feel something soft lingering on his mouth. It is feather light at first then he feels his lungs expand at which it becomes more stressed.

He starts coughing when the sensation leaves his lips awaking to the sight of two women hovering over his frame. He notices their inquisitive stares as he gazes at them with crimson colored eyes.

'Where am I'

"Whoa, easy there," says the blond braided one to his left.

Looking around he finds that he is in some sort of cave with strange debris littering the area. Upon closer inspection his eyes bulge in their sockets at the gruesomeness that lays before him. Carapaces of human bodies littered the cave, staining some parts of the areas with a deep crimson. Everything from parted eyeballs to pieces of blood flaked digits could be seen meandering throughout the spacious cave.

"He's conscious," shouted a voice from behind him

Short brunette hair framed the woman's face.

"How much time do we have?" shouted the woman with brunette hair.

The scraping of something metallic made the man focus his eyes. The feel of something soft behind his head made him confused in his elevated state. Quickly leaning forward he could see a metal blade sliding into some black creature.

Intruder

A searing pain soon engulfed his head ripping and tearing at his sanity. Opening his mouth to speak he felt himself stop before tilting his head back again, this time landing on something more fleshy.

Hearing a startled gasp he quickly removed his head and lifted himself off the floor. Wobbling forward he felt a somewhat slender body catch him before he fell to the ground. Out of the corner of his eyes he could clearly see golden braids swatting against his side. Fully turning around he saw a woman dressed in dark clothing with a small blush on her cheeks, a small moogle doll resting at her feet.

'Moogle?'

"Thirty-five more minutes, The ship is programmed to pick us up then." came the voice with the sword.

"There's no more survivors." shouted the blonde.

"Make a circle surrounding him while we wait for the ship." shouted the brunette.

He saw the woman with blonde hair turn in his direction slightly bending at her knees.

"Hello the name's Rikku, nice to meet ya?"

Studying her posture, he felt as if she was expecting him to do something, he noticed something. Her eyes had an unnatural swirl in both of her pupils. The proximity he shared with her stirred something deep hidden within him. The beads of sweat drifting down into her cleavage didn't help purge it either.

'Was this attraction?'

"Your name, well do you have one?"

"Name?"

"Vincent Valentine, reporting for duty."

"Why, would they send his…"

"Excuse me, Miss?"

"Oh sorry, Lucrecia Crescent."

"Vincent Valentine," came his low baritone reply.

"Rikku keep your eyes on the enemy," shouted the one with spiky hair, pointing at the horde of creatures swarming towards them.

Vincent's eyes bulged as he gazed at the creatures. Then the surprise drifted away allowing a deep imbedded anger to surface. He could see their beady eyes past the women's shoulders staring at him. Those vile beady eyes forever imbedded in his brain. He didn't know much of his past but he could feel a daunting consciousness telling him to lash out at the creatures.

Looking down at his suit he knew what his next course of action should be. Pulling a handgun from his suit he swept away the bangs of his short hair away from his eyes. With precision he stepped out of the safety of the group and shot at the creatures extinguishing one by one.

"Vincent," chimed a voice behind him.

Turning around he felt something greet his stomach then the darkness that accompanied it.

"Are you sure?"

"Am I sure? If it only concerns me then yes, I'm sure," shouted the scientist.

"Oh."

'But its not…'

Fearing the ramifications of what he would've said next he remained silent.

In the corner of the room he could still see his haunting face smiling in satisfaction.

"Hello, wake up sleeping…"

Shrugging off the hand in front of him he sat up on what appeared to be a small cot. Looking around he could see various pictures of weird looking orbs lining the walls of the enclosed room he was now in. Suddenly a face appeared out of nowhere keeping him pinned to the cot. It was the blonde haired beauty from before.

"You shouldn't have done that…"

"Where am I?" came his curt question.

"Your on the YRP," stated the bouncing girl slowly approaching him.

"What are you…"

Feeling two fingers tap against his chest made him stop his refrain. The pain that ensued was nearly unbearable. Letting out a pained gasp he noticed the girl smirk in some weird type of satisfaction.

"I had to stop you, you'd die from blood loss if I didn't."

"So that was you," came his cold remark.

"Sorry," she said while sheepishly scratching the back of her neck.

Seeing him rise from the cot she quickly placed a hand in front of him.

"Oh no, you're not going anywhere, you still have to answer a few questions. There's no point in getting up anyway you're still on our ship. It'll be another hour till we reach Radiant Garden."

Gazing through a window he could see stars floating by. He never thought he'd see the day when something like that was possible. Hearing the snapping of fingers he turned swiftly to see the girl with a hand on the sheet that covered his frame. His abrupt movement caused her to stumble forward onto the unsuspecting man.

Both her legs landed on either side of his bended knee while her head painfully smacked the man's unsuspecting forehead. She could feel his hot breath tickling at her nose which sent a shiver down her spine, whether it was a pleasant one or unpleasant one she didn't know. With this much proximity she was too nervous to end it, the fear of causing more awkwardness played at the tip of her mind. She had nothing to do but look into his crimson eyes that mesmerized her into not looking away.

'What was she doing?'

He could feel her presence still above him when he tried to get up. Her hands had somehow latched themselves onto his shoulders. She just sat there with that expectant look on her face from before. Just about to end the charade he felt a soft pair of lips to his neck slowly trailing upwards. This caused his judgment to become so impaired that he almost didn't notice the sweat accumulating on her brow, or the warm sensation spreading across his knee.

'Was she…'

Hearing a swish of the door he noticed several reddened faces staring at their current predicament.

"Rikku!" they cried in unison.

The presence of the others had caused the girl on top of him to quickly get off and run past her comrades while keeping the front of her body free of their eyes.

"Hello, Mr. Valentine," piped the brunette from before.

His mind tried to make sense of the skimpy clothing most of them wore before he rested a hand on his knee. Finding the cloth covering his knee moist, confirmed his suspicions.

"Yes?" came his inquiry.

"How did you end up in that cave?"

"I…

The screaming of women and men entered his ears. The noise appeared to be very close, yet fleetingly at times. Finally the only sounds that graced his ears were the ripping and slashing of flesh. Then the flapping of wings.

….can't remember."

"What do you mean…" refuted the girl with spiky hair only to be silenced by a gentle hand at her shoulder. It was the brunette again.

"Please, tell us anything that might be relevant," came her sweet melodic voice.

"I can't remember," came the man's reply.

He saw the brunette approach his frame and watched as she sat at the edge of the cot. Feeling a gentle hand against his shoulder he feared a repeat of the awkwardness from earlier only to feel the hand move its way to caress his face.

"Just tell us when you're ready," she said, accompanied with a gorgeous smile.

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