Read first chapter for disclaimer. Sorry for the confusion about the chapter placement.
Something Stirs
[6]
A pained gasp escaped her mouth as her pace faltered. Clutching her side she ran through the myriad of people in the market square. She could barely see the glimmer of gold as it was soon covered by teeming masses. Pushing people out of her way she made her way over to the group entering the docking terminal. She had to reach him before he could escape her grasp. Her eyes grew wide as she could feel the ship entering the final stages to take off.
Scrambling towards the ship she could feel the squirming of two rodent-like creatures pulling at her legs. The buzzer then sounded as the ship left the terminal sputtering her and the rodents into a whirlwind frenzy. She could see the emblazoned sign YRP glinting in the Sun's radiance, as if it were mocking her.
'Why?' she thought as she was sent sprawling to the ground.
"Hey why'd you…" feeling a prodding from his brother, he discontinued his sentence.
The rodent turned to his brother to see him shaking his head. Turning back to the young lady he could see a somewhat forlorn expression on her face. Her long auburn hair shaking with the simultaneous shaking of her back, allowed him to witness her tears flow to the ground.
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Crimson orbs darted in the dark, trying to ascertain his location. A daunting realization hit him causing his crimson orbs to bulge in their sockets.
He had fallen asleep.
Looking around his surroundings, he couldn't smell the scent of blood that he feared would be there. He couldn't feel the caked blood on his gauntlet that was bound to be there. Nor could he feel the crimson liquid splashed onto his face that he knew would be there.
The only smell that lingered, was one only reserved for lovers. He could feel his hand slowly caress strands of something. He could also feel the bare calves resting across his. The feeling of a somewhat pleasant weight resting on his chest flickered through his mind. A pair of hands lying precariously over his shoulders. Somewhat shoulder length hair tickled his ear, hair attached to a foreign head beside his own.
He watched in fascination as the creature stirred before him murmuring his name in a blissful fashion. He saw the mischief, unusual for her, dancing in her eyes. He felt a slight spasm when she traced a tantalizing finger across his chest. With gentle precision he gently cupped her chin with his hand and placed a thumb on her lower lip. Leaning forward, he captured her lips with his. He then ran his tongue over her teeth waiting for the entrance she eventually gave him. The sensation of pure bliss entered his body as he felt her tongue gently massage his. Breaking apart he could see the pure adoration she had for him.
Turning to look at the ceiling he could feel gentle whispering against his ears. Mirth playing at the forefront of his mind he was able to reminisce about the not-so-pleasant events leading to this moment.
Yet these were events that lulled the senses and masked a feeling of teetering over a chasm.
Wondering around in the unbelievable spacious ship he made a slight turn into a metal corridor. The surface so clean that he could see his reflection. He could feel his actual human fingers underneath his claw, fingers he knew for some reason were supposed to be deformed. He could tell that the stirring sensation in his chest liked his new appearance. It was almost familiar…
Then came an unbelievable pain and with it the snicker that accompanied it. A laugh so vile that he had thought he had forgotten.
How could he?
"What's the matter?"
He knew that voice very well, it taunted him with bitter nightmares of his humanity. Whatever was left of it, that is.
"Excuse Mr. Valentine." piped a voiced next to him.
Covering his forehead he spun around to see the small brunette standing before him. He then staggered backward feeling cold steel against his back. With his back to the wall he watched her form moving closer with a concerned look on her face.
"Stay back," shouted Vincent, causing the girl to hesitate.
"What a divine creature," purred the demon within him.
A hand soon wove its way around the wrist of his unguarded hand. A look of surprise made its way onto his face as the voice soon vanished replaced with a sense of euphoria.
"I'm sorry," she said, her hand still lingering on his wrist.
Shrugging off her hand, he turned his back to her, only to have a small hand land on his shoulder.
"What do you want?" came his cold query.
"I was worried."
"You don't even know me," he spewed with bitter harshness.
"Let me help you," pleaded the girl.
"Don't…"
He stopped just as he felt both her arms entwine his arm.
"I can see it your eyes I know you've suffered, for a long time. Please just let me do something about it."
Not giving him room to think she slowly stood on her tiptoes leaning into his frame. Her different colored eyes mesmerizing him to take no action as she bridges the gap between them. Delicate lips soon find lips parted in confusion and ride into pure euphoria.
The gunslinger slowly feels his arm snake around the petite woman's waist. He then feels a strange sensation coursing through his body, a sensation he hadn't allowed himself to partake. Her different colored eyes become blue and her frame seems much smaller in his arms. A murmur of a name escapes his lips unheard by the woman in front of him.
He finds himself craving her when she breaks away, then it fades when he feels her tiny hand entrap his leading him to a location better suited for this type of thing.
"…the others.." breathes the gunslinger in between kisses.
They finally leave the corridor and wind up in an empty bedroom. She then urges him towards the bed seeing a look of unease in his crimson eyes.
"Don't worry, they're scouting the planet near our location. They won't be back for another twenty-four hours."
She lets out a moan when she feel his lips trace along her neck. Fumbling with the constraining cloak and straps that consisted of his undershirt, she feels hands over hers as they lead her to one leather buckle. Once it is undone she feels two smooth hands expertly pull at her shorts. The rest fades as she hears her own voice rise an octave.
He can't believe he's doing this with a complete stranger.
Nor does he care.
Her scream reaches his ears showering him with pure bliss.
Why is she doing this?
She tells herself that she wants this.
She subconsciously shakes her head.
She needs this.
Innocence shattered she couldn't care less.
The gunslinger slowly climbs out of the bed, careful not to stir its occupant when he sees a smear of pink on the sheets covering her.
"What's with that look Vincent?"
Covering his forehead he stumbles out of the room with a bundle of clothes gathered in his other hand. The gauntlet precariously leaning against his chest. Sliding down on the wall outside her room he let the bundle fall to the floor as he laid slump on the ground.
"What have I…"
"Innocence is a funny thing, isn't it Valentine."
"Shut up monster."
"Monster? Where?" laughed the snide voice.
"Silence…" shouted the man slumped on the floor.
"…Chaos." breathed out the man at last.
"Oh so you do know who I am, after all we are one and the same."
"I'm not a monster." whispered the gunslinger.
"Really? You were far more a monster before your accident."
"What…"
"At least it is in my nature to slaughter."
"You don't…"
"As opposed to one that used to kill unquestionably under orders of another."
"How would you know?" questioned the gunman knowing fully that this wasn't possible.
The gunman then felt the tip of his index finger touch his forehead of its own volition.
"We are one and the same, one body, one mind, and one tattered soul. If you don't believe me then…"
His index finger then began putting more pressure onto the same spot on his forehead.
The raven-haired man walked slowly through the palace, his reconnaissance mission going well by the progress of things. Peeking into his target's room he could see three figures nestled into the four-poster bed. Drawing the cuff of his suit to his mouth he pulled a gun from within his suit and held it securely watching for any more guards that had the misfortune of running into him.
"There's three, two adults and one child. I can confirm the target."
"Proceed with phase two."
"Sir."
Lowering his cuff he quickly checked the chamber to see if the cartridge was damaged and slipped into the room undetected. No hesitation grew within him, as he neared the bed slowly and proceeded to slip a metal carapace over the sleek frame of his weapon. Seeing the family nestled in their bed did not deter him as he then pointed the gun at the child.
He cocked the gun and then to his chagrin, he could hear something dart around in the room. Spewing a soft curse he then tried to pinpoint the intruder as he felt metal piercing into his back. Fortunately it was just a inch or two, reaching for his back he then pulled out the shuriken with a painful grunt and turned around. Standing before him was a child glaring at him. He appeared to be about twelve or thirteen, studying the boy's face he ran towards him and knocked him out with a fist to the gut.
Continuing with his mission he led a silent spray of bullets fly towards the unsuspecting family. Their content faces of slumber never changed. He then nonchalantly wiped the sweat that accumulated on his brow. Bringing the cuff before his mouth he engaged his commander.
"Veld, what about the boy,"
"We need the son alive, it is important for Wutai to lose its command strength in the near coming battles. He will also become our political pawn so that the populace of Wutai be led into disarray," issued the earpiece.
"Very well, then."
"You can relax now your next assignment is just guarding detail for one of our employees," commanded the voice.
"Liar," snarled the man clutching his head.
"You did this to your own mother's homeland, how evil." laughed the demon.
The resounding buzzard sounded, saving him from his own devices. Quickly putting on his garments he heard rustling steps from the room behind him. Making his way to the cockpit where he assumed the others had arrived he gave his cloak a quick whiff before silently cursing. There was no time to change as the three other residents walked through the metal doors with a comical phrase printed high over the doors. He turned to see their labored expressions and gave them a two fingered mock salute.
His hand fell short when he saw the bloody figure behind them.
He could hear the beating within his eardrums crescendo when his eyes witnessed the battered body before him.
'No, its not possible'