“Vincent Valentine” he said the words softly to himself in the deepening gloam. Too many things weighed on his mind lately. Since this band of warriors had interrupted his sleep and taken him into their fold, he had aided them defeat Jenova and stop Sephiroth from taking the planet to doom. Sephiroth was just one of the things on his mind though, one of the many memories and now one of the new thoughts entering his darkened mind. Cloud and the rest were off celebrating but Vincent could not. He sat in a shadowed corner, fingering his Death Penalty, thinking dark and strange thoughts to himself as he nursed a beer. Tifa walked by and waved to him, smiling, and walked past toward Barret and Cloud, involved in a vigorous drinking match. A rare smile creased his face, and was even visible now that he had taken these people into his confidence enough to remove the crimson scarf that had masked his face for so many years. Another thing he had to think about, friends, he finally had true friends. The first since Lucretia, and there, there was another. Ever since he had seen her specter and received her gifts, he had thought about the past more, thing had floated back that he had hoped to never forget, things he could never reveal to them. He almost laughed as Reave snatched Yuffie’s origami swam and tossed it to his alter ego Cait Sith. Cloud belched loudly and fell backwards as the stuffed mog and cat ran away from the young ninja, he had to admit, they were good people. A pale flicker shimmered on the edge of his vision and Vincent took another drink of his beer, he wispered softly so no one else would hear him, “Hello Aeris.” The distant voice, heard only in his own mind responded, I knew you would see me Vincent, you are so close to the realm of death yourself. “Found the Promised Land yet?” I think maybe it’s in all of your hearts. Vincent smiled again, he realized he smiled more now then he ever had, save maybe when he was with Lucretia, but even then smiles came few for he felt something was wrong with his work, and ShinRa in general, how right he had been. “Your very sweet to say so Aeris, you should have lived, I am sorry, it is my fault in part.” No, Vincent, it’s not your fault for what he did, you didn’t have the chance to mold him as you should have. “Could I have even helped him Aeris?” The dark man watched over the brim of his bottle with his piercing red eyes and sighed. “Considering everything I had done, I think it might have been better of if Hojo was right about what he said before he died.” Vincent....take care of them, and of yourself, ok? “Of course, here’s one for you my ......friend.” He drank back a large gulp of the strong brew Tifa had brewed for the party. He felt the presence leave and looked down at the last of his bottle. “And one for you and what you could have been my son.” He drank the last of the draught down and stepped out of the corner, laughing heartily as Cid cracked the end of his spear over the rampaging doll’s head.
Reave shouted out above the din to the pilot, “Damnit Cid! those are expensive, don’t break them.” The ****y man’s only retort was to snort and claim that if they survived Sephiroth’s power a slight hit would not break them now. Back on his stool Cloud broke into a wide grin at his comrades play and waved over the newcomer. “Hey Vince, come on let’s see if you can beat me or Barret.” Tifa rolled her eyes and threw her hands in the air with a cry of “men.” The red cloaked man closed his eyes and grabbed the drink on the counter, opening his glowing eyes he sat at the bar, “I think I will.”
hahahaha....sorry roxas im past that point...i have been destroyed...why do u think i call myself fullmetal_heart... cuz my heart waz destroyed by girls and ****ing *******s....so it became dark and cold and the tiny fragments of my heart pieced together and my heart became fullmetal....i love only myself,i care only for myself....i live to kill others and taste their blood and its sooo sweet.....thats wut my parents did 2 me,they twisted me,and screwed me and made me that way...but im not completely hopeless...so dont give up on me...and thus...i AM THE FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST...so i destroy anyone who gets in my way...and soon people will pay...i'll kill them all...
Yes, paragraphs would be good, and also a slightly brighter colour for the text. But it's certainly true to Vincent's character. A lil donation, I think, is in order.
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