Drops of Crimson
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Category:
Final Fantasy VII › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
809
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.
3
This is where I was trying to think of a name for it.
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Chapter 3.
Barely a sound in the whole area. Practically nothing to be heard in the white room as the small child rocked. He wore light blue pyjamas, which seemed to give the pale skin a soft, blue glow. The bed in the corner of the room remained untouched as the child mouthed to himself.
Nobody was bothered that he was awake in the middle of the night. Nobody paid any attention to his rocking. Nobody cared that he was speaking to himself. However, what would cause concern was if he wasn’t. They were among the 5-year-old boy’s habits, admittedly his one of his stranger ones but his habits all the same and it was accepted.
They knew that no matter how much he quietly complained to himself, he couldn’t go home, not yet.
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“ I don’t see what’s so great about this Steiner guy.”
Beatrix smirked. “ His eyes.”
“ His eyes? Care to elaborate?”
“ Nope.”
“ O-Kay … “
They stopped walking and watched some children running about a play area.
“ It’s a shame they got rid of the whirly slide.” Sighed Beatrix as she gazed wistfully at the children on an ordinary slide.
“ Huh?”
“ The whirly slide, you know, the one that went round and round.”
“ Oh, that one … I never went on that.”
“ Really? You missed out.”
Vincent shook his head then lead his friend past the lake and through the trees to a clearing, stopped and sat down on the swings there.
“ This was my favourite place in the whole world for a long time.” He muttered with a soft smile and glanced at Beatrix, who raised an eyebrow in question.
“ Elaborate.”
“ Well … umm … we moved here when I was about 3 from Mideel. Now Mideel has the best play park in the whole world!”
Beatrix took a breath and opened her mouth, then sighed and closed it, deciding to hear Vincent out.
“ I loved it there and my dad took me to the swings every evening after tea and sometimes before tea, just after he got back from work!” A smile. “ It was brilliant. Anyway, after we moved to Midgar I was upset. The swings in the park near us were … well … out of use! It was awful. I remember one day he came home from work early, told me to put my shoes and coat on and we went out. After 5 minutes of walking we came to a park and separate from the rest of the park, behind the lake he took me to where we are now and then he began to bring me here every night. “ Vincent stopped and frowned. “ He … died a few weeks after that, so my brother took me instead. He married and moved away later though so I came alone, as my mom was too busy to take me. I played by myself and it was great!”
Beatrix gave a soft smile, unsure of what to say.
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Vincent tossed and turned he couldn’t sleep. He knew that he’d catch a few hours sleep later but still, what could he do till then. He got up and put a warm grey jumper on before he went into the cool kitchen and put the kettle on, his mind blank.
A smile ghosted over his lips as he remembered Marlene’s face a few weeks ago when he’d caught her up in the night. He hadn’t said anything to her but she’d fled back to her bedroom.
It had been nice of Barret to invite him over for a bit and he had accepted to be polite but Barret was loud and he swore a lot, (which wasn’t a good influence for his daughter!). Vincent preferred to be home. In the silence he was accustomed to, a mostly noiseless atmosphere.
XXX
R&R please.
XXX
Chapter 3.
Barely a sound in the whole area. Practically nothing to be heard in the white room as the small child rocked. He wore light blue pyjamas, which seemed to give the pale skin a soft, blue glow. The bed in the corner of the room remained untouched as the child mouthed to himself.
Nobody was bothered that he was awake in the middle of the night. Nobody paid any attention to his rocking. Nobody cared that he was speaking to himself. However, what would cause concern was if he wasn’t. They were among the 5-year-old boy’s habits, admittedly his one of his stranger ones but his habits all the same and it was accepted.
They knew that no matter how much he quietly complained to himself, he couldn’t go home, not yet.
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“ I don’t see what’s so great about this Steiner guy.”
Beatrix smirked. “ His eyes.”
“ His eyes? Care to elaborate?”
“ Nope.”
“ O-Kay … “
They stopped walking and watched some children running about a play area.
“ It’s a shame they got rid of the whirly slide.” Sighed Beatrix as she gazed wistfully at the children on an ordinary slide.
“ Huh?”
“ The whirly slide, you know, the one that went round and round.”
“ Oh, that one … I never went on that.”
“ Really? You missed out.”
Vincent shook his head then lead his friend past the lake and through the trees to a clearing, stopped and sat down on the swings there.
“ This was my favourite place in the whole world for a long time.” He muttered with a soft smile and glanced at Beatrix, who raised an eyebrow in question.
“ Elaborate.”
“ Well … umm … we moved here when I was about 3 from Mideel. Now Mideel has the best play park in the whole world!”
Beatrix took a breath and opened her mouth, then sighed and closed it, deciding to hear Vincent out.
“ I loved it there and my dad took me to the swings every evening after tea and sometimes before tea, just after he got back from work!” A smile. “ It was brilliant. Anyway, after we moved to Midgar I was upset. The swings in the park near us were … well … out of use! It was awful. I remember one day he came home from work early, told me to put my shoes and coat on and we went out. After 5 minutes of walking we came to a park and separate from the rest of the park, behind the lake he took me to where we are now and then he began to bring me here every night. “ Vincent stopped and frowned. “ He … died a few weeks after that, so my brother took me instead. He married and moved away later though so I came alone, as my mom was too busy to take me. I played by myself and it was great!”
Beatrix gave a soft smile, unsure of what to say.
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Vincent tossed and turned he couldn’t sleep. He knew that he’d catch a few hours sleep later but still, what could he do till then. He got up and put a warm grey jumper on before he went into the cool kitchen and put the kettle on, his mind blank.
A smile ghosted over his lips as he remembered Marlene’s face a few weeks ago when he’d caught her up in the night. He hadn’t said anything to her but she’d fled back to her bedroom.
It had been nice of Barret to invite him over for a bit and he had accepted to be polite but Barret was loud and he swore a lot, (which wasn’t a good influence for his daughter!). Vincent preferred to be home. In the silence he was accustomed to, a mostly noiseless atmosphere.
XXX
R&R please.