Post by vampiressyuffie on Jun 1, 2007 17:56:07 GMT -5
By Vampiress Yuffie
Fangs of the Wicked
Chapter 1
“Could ya let me go? Your claw is poking my boob.” –Yuffie Kisaragi
Here inside this quiet room
There’s direction
Outside in the sultry noon
-time reflection
A million scurry
they are looking for advice
None willing to lend charity just exercise
their
Shades of Truth,
and partisan convention
Shades of Truth
between disparate lines
Shades of Truth
interpret my intentions
You don't know I'm alright
-Bad Religion; Shades of Truth
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Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
‘Ugh…. Gawd… Make it stop…’
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
Dripping stops. Poking begins. The pounding in her head hurt even worse then the bronze metal poking her bare waist. A stirring rose in the young ninja, and stormy eyes lifted slowly. Agonizing pain coursing through her entire body like the tidal waves that was brushing her hand.
“Yuffie… This isn’t the time to sleep.”
Yuffie shook her head slowly and shifted her shadowed gaze to him, her platinum eyes burning into his fiery red ones. “Vin…cent…”
The man called “Vin…cent…” lifted up the injured ninja gently and propped her against a nearby wall. Drawing the Death Penalty, Vincent raised it up and cast Cure, causing a comforting green light to engulf the two of them and erasing the evidence of the pair’s previous struggles. Valentine re-holstered his gun and bent on one knee next to his companion, shaking her gently while trying to prevent her from falling back into the world of darkness. “Yuffie, are you alright?”
Yuffie nodded slightly and shifted her head a little, her silver eyes watching him intently with a glazed over shadow lurking within their murky depths. Vincent found himself gazing into her eyes, staring into her soul, and he hated what he saw.
Pain.
Despite the Cure spell he just cast, he still saw a flicker of agony, almost begging for him to help. But what could he do? Where would she hurt? Why…
Slap!
It wasn’t hard, but it was enough to wake him from his thoughts. Scarlet hues re-examined his surroundings, and his mind refreshed his memory of why they were in such a grotesque paradise in the first place.
Both Vincent and Yuffie traveled all the way to the ocean and docked the alleged enemy’s base. From his understanding from Cloud’s briefing, Shelke had been kidnapped by some masked man and the only one witness, Reeve, said he had taken her to their current location, the haunted ship. And of course, being Vincent Valentine, Vincent found it as his obligation to go rescue her, and decided to drag Yuffie along with him.
“But why?! She’s an annoying little brat who keeps showing me up and claiming to be better than me! Were better off without her!”
Vincent shook his head and sighed at his friend’s attitude. A spiky-haired man arrived into view and nodded, causing Yuffie to grunt and growl in protest. “Cloud! You can’t be serious! You ACTUALLY like her?!”
Cloud shook his head slowly, not complying with her question. “Shelke wasn’t really my friend, but she’s Vincent’s, so you’re going.”
Yuffie let out another dis-satisfied moan and followed Vincent out the door, grabbing her Conformer off the wall on the way out.
“Yuffie, can you stand?”
Yuffie jumped up off the ground and leaned against the wall, her head merging the images of the Crimson gunman in front of her. The shinobi girl attempted to take a step, but her leg met with a loose wooden plank and she ended up sprawling forward, and into Vincent’s arms.
Crimson met those platinum mirrors again, but the pain he saw not to long ago was replaced with an undetectable emotion. Warmth spread through the stoic gunman’s entire body, relinquishing the cold temperature of the frigid water surrounding them. It was strange to be so close to a woman. And it felt good to him. It felt good to hold someone again. Even in that someone was ‘Lady Yuffie Kisaragi’.
”Umm… Vinny? Could ya let me go? Your claw is poking my boob.”
The cracked voice of the shivering shinobi woke him from his daydream, and Vincent found himself dropping her into the pool of seawater at their side. Dripping wet and swearing, ruby eyes cringed every time a curse left the young ninja, some of the vocabulary that dripped from her tongue could give even Cid and Barret a run for their Materia.
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“Hey Tiff… Cloud ain’t here, so how about-“
“NO.”
“Aww come on-!”
“Reno, if you don’t get away from me, I swear I’ll-“
“Gahh!”
Of course, the idiot of the group was sent sprawling to the floor yet again, this time Red XIII being the one to trip him. The emerald eyes of the pissed off Turk examined their surroundings, only to bear witness that all of AVALANCHE was laughing at him, all with the exception of Cloud, Reeve, Yuffie and Vincent.
A silent curse dripped off the Turk’s tongue and died before being released into the world. Standing up, the red head brushed off his clothes while getting off the ground, only to be hit in the head with a cigarette butt. Hmm… Cid?
“&%#@!! THROW YOUR &%#@^$ CIGARETTES ANYWHERE ELSE THEN MY HEAD!!”
A shrug left the pilot. “Why? It’s more fun this way.”
Another growl left the fire-haired Turk, but was cut off by the sound of a gentle voice by the rain-drenched window. “Cid, I appreciate that you’re here to be supportive, but please, don’t toss your cigarettes around in my bar.”
No one said anything, and silence stretched across the far crevasses of the latest 7th Heaven. Tifa’s burgundy eyes examined the icy droplets that stained her window, the reflection of the blond, spiky-haired man she loved so dearly reflecting off of each of the silent rain drops. Tifa’s eyes met the ground as she waited, as they all waited for the much worried-about team to arrive. Cloud left shortly after Vincent and Yuffie did, failing to mention where he intended to go, but a fierce determination that would probably scare Sephiroth burned in those cold sapphire eyes so Tifa didn’t bother to ask. She hated talking to him when he was like that, mainly because she didn’t know what to say. But now, here she was. Standing by the window while the others quietly talked amongst each other, while fighting off Reno’s advances from time to time.
“Cloud… Come home soon…”
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Colder than the raindrops outside…
Cloud Strife waited. Waited in the headquarters of the W.R.O. It was bad enough that Reeve was taking forever, but even worse was that more than half of the Soldiers of the damn place were constantly bothering him, asking him ridiculous questions like, “Did you ever fight Vincent?”, or, “Who’s stronger, you or Mr. Valentine?”. How was he supposed to know? Well sure, he didn’t like Vincent as much as he pretended, (Mainly because he and Vincent were so alike in stoic-ness) but it’s gotta be hard, to be-friend a man so cold, so morbid like Vincent Valentine. Yuffie and Shelke were the only ones that he let into his little bubble, and Cloud was kinda happy it wasn’t him. Sometimes he didn’t like being around Vincent at all, but he didn’t want to get on the gunman’s bad side, mainly because he still had Galian Beast, Death Gigas and Hellmasker lurking within the depths of his secluded heart.
But though all these feelings around the stoic man seemed negative, he still hung around him. Why you ask? Because of Yuffie mainly. He worried about her sometimes, about how her hyper and bouncy nature could easily make Vincent snap, how her frail lithe figure could be ripped to pieces by sheer strength of such a man as Mr. Valentine. But for some reason, she liked him. Cloud knew this was very stereo-typical of him, but he didn’t know what else to do. At one point, the spiky-haired AVALANCHE leader even tried to convince Yuffie not to hang around him, but in response he got a Wutainian style tongue-lashing. Cloud had no choice. He had to accept Vincent Vampire-Err… Valentine.
After a long moment of contemplation, a voice finally snapped him from hit thoughts, and Mr. Reeve Tuesti stood in front of him, his hand on the swordsman’s shoulder. “Cloud? Are you alright?”
Blue eyes snapped open, a wave of relief swept over him. Vincent is no where near his location. He’s on that haunted ship… alone with Yuffie. ‘I shouldn’t have let her go with him…’ Ever since the defeat of Omega and Weiss, these type of thoughts have been attacking him. Since the terror of Vincent losing control of the monsters within, the realization that he could lose his grip all over the energetic ninja settled itself in the leader’s mind. And with someone like that, who could imagine what he would do to a girl like her? Rape? Obviously murder… A shudder left the AVALANCHE commander. How could she trust him so easily? Why couldn’t he?
“I’m fine Reeve. Do you remember what happened to Shelke that night?”
Reeve’s dark eyes hit the floor, the memory of her kidnapping sweeping over him in one powerful blow. “I do…”
“Unknown.”
Monotone as always. Shelke’s voice was as emotionless as Vincent’s at times. The short girl’s small hands slid lazily off the computer’s keyboard and into her lap, and her darkened blue eyes met the W.R.O. captain’s, the normal bored expression reflecting off her cerulean pools.
“Unknown?! You mean we gotta find out?? Ugh! I’m never gonna get a vacation!” Yuffie shouted, annoyance flying from her lips and anger building pressure in her chest.
“A vacation? Why would YOU need one? You’re the laziest one here.” A smirk arose on the computerized teen’s lower lip.
“WHAT?? Oh I see how it is! You wanna fight with me, midget??” Kisaragi’s words connected like poison on a defenseless nerve system. Bitch, brat, computer, Shelke could handle, but midget, let’s just say she didn’t like that. Grabbing her sabers off the desk next to her, Shelke was in battle pose in a moment’s time, her eyes glaring cruelly at the ninja in front of her. “You think you can take it?”
The Conformer left Yuffie’s back and was in her hand within record’s time. “Bring it, shorty!”
“Alright, that’s enough.”
Both parties shifted their gaze to the cloaked gunner standing in the shadows of the corner, the darkness that enveloped him making the annoyance on his features look deadly. “Yuffie. Come with me.”
A frantic flailing of her wrists swung the Conformer around in a fatal way, almost slicing off Reeve’s hand. “But! But-“
Crimson eyes shot open in one perfect motion, landing on the Wutainian. “If the data present’s itself as unknown, than we have work to do. Shelke, good work.”
Shelke beamed a smile to Vincent, sheathing her sabers. “No problem, glad I could help. Would you like me to come in Yuffie’s stead?”
Vincent shook his head negatively, much to Yuffie’s relief. “No, she’s better equipped for it. Her Conformer’s the quietest long-range weapon we have.”
“Ha-HA! I win, midget!” Raising a finger to pull down an eyelid and sticking her tongue out, the shinobi taunted the shorter twenty year old relentlessly before being grabbed by Vincent and swung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes as they both departed out the door, Yuffie being slightly reluctant since she won an argument and felt it needed some gloating.
A grunt left Shelke as she sat back down and placed her fingers back on the keyboard’s keys, typing furiously. Reeve scratched the back of his head uncomfortable yet again. Both Yuffie and Shelke ALWAYS got into fights every time they enter a room with the other in it. Normally, the lower half of Reeve’s body would react like a normal male when Tifa and Yuffie got into a temporary physical argument, but when it was Shelke and Yuffie, he would rather watch two cats fight. It was basically the same thing anyway. He was lucky that Vincent was able to stop the battle this time, for last time, Yuffie’s Conformer left a big gash up his arm from him LITERALLY tearing the two of them apart.
Envy filled the W.R.O. captain as he watched Shelke’s fuming fade, and personally he felt envious that Vincent could so easily control BOTH women, especially since Reeve himself was fond of the two twenty-year-old girls.
Shelke’s stoic expression overtook her angry one from a moment ago, the remnants of the argument being covered by a thick cloud of silence. Reeve watched as the computerized girl typed gracefully, never missing a key like the “Backspace” button was non-existent. “Shelke-“
“What is wrong with her? What is it about me that she hates so much?” a temporary sense of pain flickered in the young girl’s eyes, but washed away immediately the second she blinked.
“Yuffie… Well… I think the question is: what is it about her that you hate so much?”
Shelke sent Cait’s master a glare that sent a chill up the dark-eyed man’s spine. “What do you mean ME? You think I start all the fights??”
Reeve tried to keep his expression unfazed. “Well, you started this one.”
“Hey. I didn’t make Yuffie whine like that, that was her doing.”
“But you didn’t have to react to her attitude in such a way either. Yuffie is Yuffie, and not even Vincent can change that. And trust me, he tried.”
Shelke remained momentarily silent before snapping her neck in Reeve’s direction. “Vincent is the reason.”
The W.R.O. finder blinked. “Huh?”
Shelke stood. “I don’t like Yuffie because she’s too close to Vincent.”
Reeve shook his head and placed a palm to his forehead. “Shelke, Vincent and Yuffie have been close since the fall of Meteor four years ago. Their relationship formed before Hojo even let you out of Deepground.”
Shelke’s eyes closed as Reeve’s words sunk in, a loud crash from outside broke the tension in the room. Both of them looked towards the window, only to see it was nothing more than shards of lonely glass laying gracelessly against the tile on the floor of the small room. Reeve looked out the window and Shelke stood a great distance away from him, leaning against the desk with a paranoid look overtaking her expression.
Another crash was heard, this time INSIDE the facility.
The intruder had infiltrated the building.
A hand unconsciously slithered its way over to her saber while the other clutched the under-developed heart in her chest, fearing it was going to pound its way out of her tiny body. She wasn’t used to this, but a quick analysis in her mind came up with only one result. Shelke Rui was scared.
Reeve grabbed a rifle from the wall and climbed out the window and into the rainy atmosphere of outside, ignoring Shelke’s warnings to watch his back. For some reason, Reeve found it his obligation to protect the small girl despite she didn’t seem to approve of him. Hearing her scream, the W.R.O. captain ran back and peered through the shattered portal of the Headquarters, only to see an unconscious Rui lye limp in the hands of a man dressed in black, a matching black ski mask covering his facial features. Raising the rifle, the chocolate-eyed man fired blindly at the man in black, the rainwater from his location throwing his hair in his eyes and lowering his accuracy. The man grunted slightly, but his speed did not falter as he jumped out the window and shoved past Reeve, knocking the captain painfully to the ground as he escaped. Reeve jumped off the ground quickly in an attempt to follow in pursuit, but his eyes trailed down the path the man went, only to find they were completely bare. Standing alone in the rain with an empty gun in his pale hands, Reeve Tuesti never felt like such a failure.
Cloud nodded weakly, eyes closed. “I see. Doesn’t sound like an easy fight.”
Reeve remained silent, his head bowed in a silent plea of redemption. “No. He was very forceful, and left no traces of anything we could use to find him.”
The AVALANCHE leader shook his head, a sigh escaping his lips. “Hope Vince and Yuffs know what their up against.”
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Vincent poked his ear, the fear of being deaf overtaking him momentarily after Yuffie’s little outburst. Indeed, it was his fault for dropping her into the pool of sea water on the first place, but did she have to be so loud? She’s gonna wake the fish up.
After a little session of growling, Yuffie stood and drew her Conformer before turning to her companion. “You ready?”
Vincent’s eye twitched slightly from the sound of her voice. He heard it, but it was a bit… Slurred to him. “Huh?”
The platinum-eyed girl merely blinked before her feet shuffled towards the door with the crimson gunman following in pursuit, but him making sure to be a few feet away from her.
