Drops of Crimson
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Category:
Final Fantasy VII › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
810
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Chapter 2.
Back and forth, back and forth, the small child rocked back and forth
The white room seemed to glare at the boy. The brightness of the room was deep in contrast with the boy’s long, black hair.
He mouthed words over and over, the same words again and again:
“ I want to come home mom. I want to come home.”
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“Vinny! Hey, Vinny! Come on over and join in. I need some one to dance with and you’re free so …”
“No thank you, Miss. Lockheart,” came the soft reply “ I must be leaving soon.”
“Aww, spoilsport!” laughed Tifa before running off to join Yuffie.
He tried hard to understand Tifa, she had been hurt over and over again by Cloud, although the young blond was unaware he was doing so, and she still managed to laugh and smile. This contributed to the fact that even though he couldn’t understand her, he truly respected and admired her and her ways of trying to keep everyone happy, even if it was at her own expense. She could do so without looking back and he was glad she could put herself out to try and keep everyone happy, despite the fact that her attempts to cheer him up were annoying.
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“Hey, Beatrix!”
“Vincent.”
Vincent quickly caught up with his friend, who was dawdling along. He slowed down when he was next to her and shifted his art folder, which was big – the size of two A3 sheets put together on one side, over to his other arm, frowning at the red mark it had left on his palm.
Beatrix chuckled softly when she saw him do this.
“Aww, is the bad art folder too heavy for ickle Vinny?”
“No!” pouted Vincent “ … and I am not ‘ickle Vinny’! My name is Vincent!”
“Sure,” laughed Beatrix “what ever you say!”
Vincent pouted again, then stopped. This was getting to be a bad habit. Beatrix was somewhat right though, as much as Vincent hated to admit it, his folder was very heavy as he kept all his work in it along with his different types of paints, his brushes, his pencils and other equipment.
“How was medical?” asked Vincent in an attempt to change the subject.
“Oh my god! It was brilliant … go on … ask why.”
“Goodness, Beatrix, what ever could make you find that subject good?”
“Well, we were practicing the position for CPR and we were making notes on what to do and such and then, at the end of it Steiner, you know Steiner, the new teacher’s assistant?” at Vincent’s hesitant nod she carried on “well, it was my turn to be the demonstrator so I was the passed out person and he had to show how to do CPR on me and he had to lean over me and he practically kissed me!” At this point Vincent was sure he could see stars in the 16-year-old girl’s eyes. “Obviously, he couldn’t really because you can’t do CPR on a conscious person, but still…”
Vincent didn’t really understand what she was going on about but chose not to say anything just then incase he upset her and he would ask her later when she had calmed down a bit.
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I will try get them all uploaded today.
XXX
Chapter 2.
Back and forth, back and forth, the small child rocked back and forth
The white room seemed to glare at the boy. The brightness of the room was deep in contrast with the boy’s long, black hair.
He mouthed words over and over, the same words again and again:
“ I want to come home mom. I want to come home.”
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“Vinny! Hey, Vinny! Come on over and join in. I need some one to dance with and you’re free so …”
“No thank you, Miss. Lockheart,” came the soft reply “ I must be leaving soon.”
“Aww, spoilsport!” laughed Tifa before running off to join Yuffie.
He tried hard to understand Tifa, she had been hurt over and over again by Cloud, although the young blond was unaware he was doing so, and she still managed to laugh and smile. This contributed to the fact that even though he couldn’t understand her, he truly respected and admired her and her ways of trying to keep everyone happy, even if it was at her own expense. She could do so without looking back and he was glad she could put herself out to try and keep everyone happy, despite the fact that her attempts to cheer him up were annoying.
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“Hey, Beatrix!”
“Vincent.”
Vincent quickly caught up with his friend, who was dawdling along. He slowed down when he was next to her and shifted his art folder, which was big – the size of two A3 sheets put together on one side, over to his other arm, frowning at the red mark it had left on his palm.
Beatrix chuckled softly when she saw him do this.
“Aww, is the bad art folder too heavy for ickle Vinny?”
“No!” pouted Vincent “ … and I am not ‘ickle Vinny’! My name is Vincent!”
“Sure,” laughed Beatrix “what ever you say!”
Vincent pouted again, then stopped. This was getting to be a bad habit. Beatrix was somewhat right though, as much as Vincent hated to admit it, his folder was very heavy as he kept all his work in it along with his different types of paints, his brushes, his pencils and other equipment.
“How was medical?” asked Vincent in an attempt to change the subject.
“Oh my god! It was brilliant … go on … ask why.”
“Goodness, Beatrix, what ever could make you find that subject good?”
“Well, we were practicing the position for CPR and we were making notes on what to do and such and then, at the end of it Steiner, you know Steiner, the new teacher’s assistant?” at Vincent’s hesitant nod she carried on “well, it was my turn to be the demonstrator so I was the passed out person and he had to show how to do CPR on me and he had to lean over me and he practically kissed me!” At this point Vincent was sure he could see stars in the 16-year-old girl’s eyes. “Obviously, he couldn’t really because you can’t do CPR on a conscious person, but still…”
Vincent didn’t really understand what she was going on about but chose not to say anything just then incase he upset her and he would ask her later when she had calmed down a bit.
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I will try get them all uploaded today.