Don't Cry
Yuffie Kisaragi2
Disclaimer: I merely own this story and the story that I based this one off of. If you have not read Not Your Average 'Vinnie's A Vampire' Story, then I would recommend doing so. Otherwise, you may be lost. This is just a short sequel... Or at least I think that it'll be a short sequel. Welp, this is dedicated, once again, to a friend.
Dedicated to: Seifer Clifton. My friend, whose name I shall not give out, has helped me though a lot here lately. He's my muse and my brother and my best friend. Actually, he's a really close friend that told me to get my ass in gear and quit mopin'. So, for Seifer Clifton, the best brother/muse/friend that a guy could ever be to this authoress.
Also, Princess Cloud... Hope that you forgive me, fans, for Princess is his nickname and he hates Cloud's character. For making me write.
Chapter One: A Curse, A Blessing, A Prayer
"And I prayed that my life would end
Even though you were there
I wanted to die quickly
No more pain for me to endure
But, babe, you refused to let me go
To let my pain finally end
And for that you should know
I'll love you 'till the end."
- No crying Paine Kisaragi
Gray eyes stared at the hazy red outline of a human walking toward her. The figure was alive, meaning that it wasn't the man she was waiting for, nor was the human female, meaning that it wasn't Tifa Lockheart. So, who was this figure?
As the person came nearer, the ninja's eyes widened. "I thought he left," she hissed softly to herself. The man stood a mere ten feet infront of the vampiress, but she refused to move.
"Hello?" he called out hesitantly. "Is someone there?"
An inhuman growl escaped the undead's mouth as the man faced her. "What the hell are you doing here?" she demanded fiercely, not caring that she had probably scared the living daylights out of the older man.
"Jesus, Yuffie!" the man cursed. "Gods dammit, I thought that you and Fang Boy were gone for the week!" She watched as he lit up a cigarette.
"Yeah, well," she mumbled. "Things didn't work out right." Her eyes watched the red flare of the tar stick. "Gawd, those things will kill you," she said disgustedly, taking it from him.
The old pilot growled and lit himself another one. "Well, I'll probably go bankrupt before I die from it, so it don't matter none, does it?" He took a long drag and exhaled slowly, looking up at the completely black night sky. "So, where's your boy at?"
The ninja vampiress sniffed and stared at the ground despite the fact that he could not see her at all. "We had an argument."
"Over what?"
"Nothing," she snapped hastily. "We'll work it out ourselves." In truth, she knew that it was going to be an on-going battle with her lover. They were both vampires, he had turned her nearly two years before, and they each had different views on their vampirism. She viewed it as a way to be with him, but still a curse. He viewed it as a way to hide away from the daytime people and still spend time with Yuffie. Both prayed for the other to see it their way, hence their nearly constant bickering.
"But, Vincent, there might be a way to-"
The tall, crimson-eyed man shook his head. "Yuffie, we are not going through this again. Even if there is a way, I do not wish to-"
"So you want to live forever!?" Her gray eyes stared at him accusingly, her hands on her hips, and her long hair fluttering in the wind.
He shook his head. "You're not understanding, Yuffie-san. Either way, I do not know if I shall ever die. Between the four demons residing in my mind and the vampirism-"
"Just stop," she warned, growing aggrivated. "I don't even want to talk to you right now. Excuse me if I thought that being MORTAL and NORMAL again might, you know, have some sort of effect on you. I'm going to go out for awhile."
Without waiting for his response, the ninja took off, leaving Vincent Valentine sitting on the palm of Da chao by himself.
"A'ighty, then. C'mon, vamptress," the greying man said, dropping his cigarette to the ground and crushing it beneath his heel. "Let's get back to the mansion then."
She glared at his hazy red outline. "It's vampiress, not vamptress!" She let herself over in the air, a merely twelve inches above the ground as she followed Cid Highwind toward her home. She was relieved, for once in her life, to not be rejected by one of her old comrades. She thought for sure that Cid woud have turned the other way, as Tifa and Cloud eventually did. "Cid?" she asked softly. He acknowledged her with a grunt. "Thank you."
He halted, surprised by her words. "What?"
She swallowed hard. "Thank you... For not being like the others."
The older man rubbed the back of his head with his knuckles out of nervous habit. "Aw, kid, y'know I couldn't letcha be on yer own. B'sides, Vincent's not exactly the friendliest of people, eh?"
She smiled to herself as they walked back into the house via the backdoor. The kitchen was dimly lit, allowing Cid to get a look at the young woman whom he considered a daughter. She was still short, but slim, and her nearly black hair shimmered billiantly. He smiled to himself, remembering the hyperactive sixteen-year-old that had made him nearly insane while they were running around, trying to save the world.
"A'ight, kiddo," he said in a fatherly tone. "Spill."
"What?"
Running a hand through his gray-white hair, the man sighed heavily. "What are ya'll fightin' 'bout? Y'know you can tell me, Yuffie. Jesus, yer like my own kid."
She sniffed, looking down at the floor, then flung herself into his arms sobbing.
Blood orbs watched the few people that were dumb enough to be out and about in the wee hours of the morning. He played his and Yuffie's conversation over and over again in his mind, trying to decide why they were fighting once again.
Maybe you should just give her a damn chocobo and apologize profusely, Ghallion Beast growled tiredly.
No, the vampire replied. I am correct and she is incorrect this time. There is no cure. Why get her hopes up when she's just going to be crushed when it proves impossible.
The four demons sighed in unison. Vincent was just being his normal self; a stubborn, cold vampire. Only Yuffie had ever made him act differently. Only she melted that icy heart, got past his stubborn tendencies.
He had not been paying attention to where he was going until he was looking in the back door of his own home. Yuffie sat at the small island in the middle of their kitchen, a mug of something in her small hands. He saw the light reflect off of the silver and gold band on her left ring finger and let a small, nearly invisible smile creep across his white features. Then he saw the tears coarsing down her cheeks. She was still upset.
He watched her lean forward and talk exaggeratedly with her arms to the quickly white/blonde pilot. Sighing, he could see his breath in the cool air. It must be well below freezing, he thought with dismay. Cold... Something he was unable to feel anymore.
Do you miss it? Chaos asked in his growling, thunderous voice. Do you miss the cold and the hot and the true feeling of her skin on yours?
Vincent paused for a moment, taking in everything the demon said. His eyes studied the woman in the house. Her hair was waist length, shimmering brilliantly in the dim light of their kitchen. Her face, though porcelain-like, remained in his memory from years past. Her cheeks were once tinted pink enough to tell that she was a living breathing person, but the porcelain skin was a Wutainese trait. He shuddered, remembering her hyper-active tendencies from years past.
Yes, he answered very slowly in his mind. I miss it. I miss being able to feel her warmth pressed up against me, the cold winds, the hot sun... I miss it all.
Then take it back, Hellmasker replied. Find the bloody cure and take it back. Take back your mortality, and give Yuffie back hers.
The vampire stared at his love, the tears coarsing down her cheeks, glimmering like glitter. "I will," he said aloud to nothing.
Yuffie looked up as Vincent walked in. Cid growled and mumbled incoherent phrases that were undoubtedly evil curses directed at the vampire. Her stormy eyes met his crimson and she heard him mentally. I'm sorry, Yuffie. We will go look for this cure. But I promise nothing.
Her eyes lit up with a fire that he had not seen in a long time and she lunged at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him fiercely. Gods, I love you Vincent Valentine! More than anything in this world, I love you!
Vincent smiled into her dark hair, the scent of orange blossoms filling his nostrils. I love you too, Yuffie-san. I promise that we'll look for this cure.
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YK2: Whew! That was longer than I had expected. I'll try to update weekly.
Surka: Can you believe she's making a bloody sequel!?
Dracon: Please review. And if you're sort of lost, you should probably read Not Your Average 'Vinnie's a Vampire' Story to get your bearings.
Till Next Time! AUDI!!!
Yuffie Kisaragi2, Surka Sokyu, & Dracon Fira