Tell Me I Was Dreaming
By: Yuffie Kisaragi2
I only own my own characters, I think you can tell which ones they are.
Nope, this is not based off of the song... This is an eight chapter short story that I will try to update every week or so. Don't hold me to that, though! Read onward!
Chapter One: Hi!
-- A cry echoed throughout the otherwise quiet camp. Vincent and Red XIII exchanged glances, then nodded. "I shall go see," Vincent told the crimson beast. As he neared the tent that Aeris, Tifa, and Yuffie shared, a sob came from inside. His gun still in hand, he lifted the flap and peered inside.
One of the girls, presumably Yuffie by the child-like sobs and smaller figure, was sitting up, her knees to her chest and arms wrapped about them, her face down. Unconsciously, Vincent made a shushing noise, causing her to look up.
"Get out!" she screamed furiously at him. He did as he was told and returned back to the fire, where he noticed Red chuckling.
"That was not humorous in the least," he lectured the beast.
Red nodded, still chuckling. "I am sorry, Vincent. I just wanted to see how you reacted when she screamed at you. She won't remember anything in the morning, so you need not fret about that. Since she joined us, she's been crying like this." --
-- "Hey! Wa-ait! Vin-nie!" He ignored the sounds of the girl running and tripping behind him. Growing frsustrated, she sprinted and caught up with him. "Where ya goin', Vampy-kun?"
"It is of my own business, and not a concern of yours," he said harshly.
With a glare, she watched him push past her. "Fine! Be that way, ya big JERK!" She took off running.
With an inward sigh, Vincent reached into the inside pocket of his cape to get the package of herbal tea he had bought in Wutia. It was gone. With a growl, he quickly chased after the ninja thief. "Yuffie!" But she was, indeed, a very well trained ninja. She covered her tracks well.
After ending up in a small clearing by a stream, he sighed and his shoulders slumped in defeat.
"You followed me really close until just now, didja know that?" He whirled around to face the 16-year-old. "Here." She handed him his gil and package of herbal tea leaves. "That's the nasty stuff. You really should have spent three more gil to get Gorki's. It's the best ever." With that, she skipped back toward the camp. --
Crimson eyes opened slowly. "Was I really that mean?" he asked himself, knowing full well the answer. Yes. Yes, he was that mean, even up until four years ago, when he joined the three other mercenaries for hire.
A loud knock came from his door. "Yo! Vince! Ya awake yet?"
"Yeah!" he called back, putting a black, tight fitting muscle shirt on, then black jeans.
"Hurry up, then. We got a job, brief ya down stairs."
Vincent knew that Reno had already gone on to get Rude and Elena up, so he put his standard-issue SILDIER combat boots on and laced them up. Grabbing his bag, which contained his cape, extra items, extra materia, and such, then the Death Penalty, he proceeded out of the inn room and downstairs.
Reno was leaning against the desk with his trademark smirk on as Vincent walked down the steps. "Think I interrupted somethin; between Rude and Laney," he said said with a laugh. "I knocked and there was a gasp, thud, and a hurried yell of 'Coming!' Pretty damn funny."
The dark-haired man pulled his hair back out of his face and tied it off with a strip of black material at the nape of his neck. "So, where he headed?"
Before Reno could answer, Rude and Elena walked down the steps looking a bit flushed. Unlike Reno, they had ditched their old Turk uniforms. Rude wore jeans and a baggy tee shirt whereas Elena wore hip-huggers like many of the teen girls wore and a halter top. At twenty-eight, Vincent thought that she should be a bit more conservative, but never voiced his opinion; the only thing that hadn't changed about him.
"Well, we're going to Wutia," Reno said informatively. "We're to do off the head honcho there. I think his name's Gorki. At least, that's who was the leader after Godo died, since his brat disappeared for a bit." He cast a glance at Vincent, who seemed not to care. "A'right, let's get crackin'. Vince, I drive!"
Vicnent laughter his deep, resonating laughter. "Funny, Reno. My gil that bought the car. My car. I drive."-- "Lemme steer the chocobo!"
"No."
The ninja cast a dark look over her shoulder at the vampiric man she rode with. "Why couldn't I get my own chocobo, anyway!? I'm sooo totally mature enough! I mean, they gave RED a flippin' chocobo! And I don't know how they expect him to ride it!" Vincent rolled his garnet eyes and continued to steer the chocobo as if the ninja thief had not said anything. "Oh! You're so mean, Vampy!" --Vincent yawned as they rode down the street, his red convertible flying somewhere near the speed of sound. 'Gotta get more sleep from now on. These memories are seriously fucking with my head.'
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"If only I could leave," the Masked Woman sang in a beautful voice somewhere between alto and soprano. "Maybe I would stop crying..."
The bar broke out into applause, wolf whistles and cat calls amongst the laughter and hollers for more. She smiled, but coughed into a handkerchief and wiped her lips. An older man in bum's clothing caught her attention. "Info," he said gruffly, then walked to a table in the corner.
Sweeping up her long black skirts, the woman got off the stage and walked to the bar tender. "A water and my purse," she said softly to him. The balding bar tender nodded and handed her a wine glass full of water and her small black purse. Her heels clicked softly as she walked toward the bum she had seen earlier. Sitting across from him, he struggled to see her eyes behind the black and white lace mask. "You said info," she said in a low voice.
He grinned. "Yup. Normal price.. Unless you'd rather pay me another way," he added, eying the slit in her skirt.
"Two hundred gil, unless you would like to know what it's like to be blind," she said seriously and he noticed the dagger in her hand under the table.
"Yeah," he said absently. "Two hundred..." He watched as she set the two bills on the table and gulped down some pills. "What's that?" he asked, indicating to the small container she was about to drink.
Her eyes flickered back up to his face. "Never you mind," she said forcefully, though hoarsely. She gulped the blue liquid down, then took a sip of her water. "You said info. Either tell me or quit wasting my time."
The man nodded, suddenly very serious. "Tomorrow night, palace. Four Turks." With that, he took the gil and left the woman to contemplate his information.
She sat in the corner, her chin resting on top of her perfectly manicured hands, looking like an angel. A tall man with long, dark hair tied back walked over to her. He wore the traditional garb of the heir to Wutia. "Are you ready?" She looked up, startled from her thoughts.
"Yeah. Uhm, I'm taking over security. No one's getting into that room, okay?" Her tall, well-built comrade nodded. "Let us be gone, then." She coughed again into her andkerchief, then wiped the blood from her lips. She ignored the pained and concerned looked that the young man gave her and walked toward the back of the bar.
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-- "Why the hell do you love her? She's living like a.. a.. a wraith! Under that damn waterfall, Vincent! It's not worth mourning over!"
The vampiric man heard her words, but didn't seem to. He sat on the roof of the inn and stared at the beautiful night sky, wishing that she was here with him instead of this... this... Brat! "You don't understand," he shot nastily. "You've never lost a love."
Yuffie looked appalled that he would ever say such a thing. "Oh, how little you know, Mr. Freaky-Ass-Vampire! My mother died giving birth to me. My father's ill. I lost my only sibling when I was eight. My whole family is dead or dying! Don't tell me that I've never lost a love! I watched my ten-year-old brother fall from atop Da Chao while playing with his friends!" She turned away, tears threatening to fall. "And still, I know nothing of losing a love... My best friend, maybe the man that I should have married..." The tears fell freely now. "But I know nothing of losing a love."
She flung herself back into the window and shut it. Vincent heard Tifa inside trying to calm the young girl down, but the teen merely cursed vilely at the older woman and stomped out of the Kalm Inn. He watched her petite figure run out of the town and felt really.. mean. For once in his life, he realized how mean what he had said was. He jumped from the roof and followed the ninja, trying to decide what he should say to make it up to her.
He got nearly to Midgar when he found her sitting on a rock, sobbing harshly still. "Yuffie."
"Just leave me alone, Vincent."
He sighed and stood there looking rather dumb. He knelt down, then sat next to her. "I do not know why I still love her."
She looked over, tears clinging to her eyelashes. "You shouldn't have said that earlier," she said angrily. "It hurts like you'll never know."
The vampiric man stared straight ahead. "What about your... friend? What hurts so much about him?"
Her grey eyes focused on a piece of dirt that suddenly seemed very interesting. "K-Kurt was from Mideel. He had moved to Wutia when we were seven. He helped me through Rashka's death and we were really close. When I ran away, I was fifteen.. And Kurt came with me. He got really hurt, though... I w-watched him die slowly..." Her head sank into her hands and she sobbed again. "It was all m-m-my f-f-fault!"
Vincent's crimson eyes stared in disbelief at the young one. She was so... so... little, yet had so much anger and depression... --
"What about you, Vince?" Reno asked from the passenger seat.
"Wh- Huh?"
Elena giggled. "What are you going to do after this hit? We're gonna make 200,000 gil each!"
The dark man smiled. "Buy ShinRa Mansion and burn it." His three companions laughed at the idea.
"Take a left here," Reno instructed. "We've gotta get to the do- ARGH!" Vincent fish tailed the car to make the turn causing all three to cry out and Elena to curst at him for making her slosh her beer on herself and Rude. -----!-----
-----!-----"Six guards," she spoke into the phone while changing into shorts and a white tank top one-handed in the back seat of a limo. Her mask had been discarded by her purse. Her face was young, only about twenty-four or twenty-five. Intense grey eyes wise beyond their years and full of well-masked pain were focused on the smoked glass that separated her from her driver.
"No, there are four Turks, but I want six guards around the room. If they get past my guards, then I'll deal with them insi-" she coughed into her blood-stained once-white handkerchief and held the cell phone away from her as she retched into a small bucket at her feet. Crimson mingled with the little amount of food that she'd had in the past twenty-four hours.
"I'm fine," she spoke hoarsely into the phone. Taking a swig from a bottle of water, she swished it around her mouth and spit it into the bucket she had puked into. "Just make sure they're there." She shut the cell and tossed it next to her mask and purse. Quickly putting on her traditional komono, she looked at the man who had opened her door.
"I hate polotics," she said weakly.
A/N: So, there was chapter one! I hope you liked! Please, review! I always welcome constructive criticism. Note the constructive!
Surka: Yeah, that means that she doesn't want a review that says "these story suk as!"
Dracon: That's not constructive, has poor grammar, and sounds like something her friends would write on a bathroom wall.
Sky: Hey! We're not THAT bad!
Antoinette (Toni): Or at least, I'm not that bad, Sky may be.
YK2: Hey! When'd you guys get here?
Toni: About thirty five seconds ago.
Sephiroth: I arrived with Surka.
Reno: I came for the chicks and booze!
Rude: ........
Elena: Same here!
YK2: Err... What did he say?
Elena: I don't know, but if I agree with him, then he might like me as much as Tseng did!
Tseng: I never liked you!
Cloud: Wow... What's this place?
Tifa: I like the... uh... Black and white color scheme...
Yuffie: Hey! Look! I was in this chapter!
YK2: GAH!
Yuffie: Ahh!
YK2 & Yuffie: AHHHHH!!!
Sky: --to Vincent-- There you are!
Vincent: ... Do I know you?
Sky: No, but there you are!
YK2: Dear deities that seem to hate me! MAKE THE INSANITY STOP!!! Till Next Time, ya'll! AUDI!!! -- Disappears-- POOF!¿!