Once again I don't own Final Fantasy VII. If I did it'd have a next gen remake already!
Chapter 3: The Deck
The Highwind soared across the sky. Dawn was on the horizon and the sea was a salmon pink, with the reflection of purple death lurking in the sky. The meteor was close, so close it seemed only inches away.
Barret had been dropped off at Kalm. Being relieved to see his daughter alive and well, he said goodbye to the crew of the Highwind and went to join Marlene. The Hightwind soared into the air and set course for Red XIII's home, Cosmo Canyon.
Vincent stood on the deck of the Highwind. He didn't sleep, having slept for thirty years previous in his coffin in Nibelheim, sleep seemed irrelevant. There were more pressing matters at hand.
Thoughts like these made Vincent want to punch himself. He tried to focus his attention on the night out with Yuffie. He didn't want to think about saving the world. He just wanted to have fun.
A slight gust blew the raven black hair out of Vincent's face. It wasn't exactly cold, but there was a gentle warm breeze in the air. It was nice though, after the stormy night before in Midgar, it was nice to see the rain stop and the sun rising again.
Vincent thought back to his adventures with AVALANCHE over the past few weeks. It was different, he knew that much, especially since he was a member of the turks before his thirty year sleep. He was still coming to terms that Lucrecia, his one great love, was frozen and not coming back. Only a few days ago he found the cave where she was.
It was closure, or maybe just as good. A part of him still loved her, but it still hurt that she chose Hojo in the end. With this closure though, he can start to move on, and let the nightmares go. They were still clear as day in his mind, however, but the more he thought about them, the more he realised that maybe, he was always helpless. He couldn't have helped Lucrecia even if he tried. She chose her own path, just unfortunately it led to horrific events.
Vincent sighed, he never thought this deeply any more, but he felt a huge burden of guilt and misery leave his shoulders. Hojo was dead, Vincent dealt the final blow on top of the Sister Ray, and this was the start of his redemption. His conscience could start to clear.
He smiled.
"Vincent" someone called from the stairs. It was Yuffie and Red, "whatcha doin'?" she asked.
Vincent merely shrugged, talking was never his forte.
"Okay, Mr. Dark and Silent! Hey, who do you like more, Gackt or the Black Mages?"
"Gackt, definitely" said Vincent.
"Hah!" shouted Yuffie, "I told you"
"B...but no!" Red protested, "The Black Mages are so talented, and they have amazing live shows and a huge fanbase".
"However" stated Vincent, "Gackt has been around for nearly twenty years, and his musical range goes beyond rock. He has pop, and classical ballads, and he is a multi-instrumentalist. I'm not saying Black Mages are bad, but I prefer Gackt".
Red began to walk away, Vincent could hear him mutter something under his breath like "fuck you guys, Black Mages are the best".
Yuffie leaned against the railings of the airship, the gentle breeze went through her nut brown hair and complimented the shine of her hazel eyes. Something about Yuffie's eyes made those butterflies kick up again. He felt weird, but every time he saw Yuffie over the past few days, he felt light and his heartbeat picked up. He dismissed this as motion sickness.
"So" Yuffie began, "what are you wearing for tonight, an old tattered cape and a onesie?"
"I, erm, hey I like these clothes!" said Vincent, "I think it'll do just fine, it keeps me warm"
"Oh come on, how about I take you clothes shopping? We got a lot of gil after that last battle, and who knows, it could be fun to dress up nice" suggested Yuffie. She was smiling at the thought of dressing up Vincent.
"Well...I guess we could, but I get to choose the clothes. I don't trust you dressing me up"
Yuffie stuck out her tongue, "fine, spoilsport, there's a nice shop in Cosmo that would be just perfect. I need to get something nice too"
Vincent stretched his arms out and looked up at the sky. What the fuck was he getting himself into, this was turning into an actual date. He didn't particularly like the idea of a date, but then again he was the one who asked. Yuffie just twisted his words.