Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Bloodshot ❯ Simplicities of Life ( Chapter 2 )

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I was ill when I did this, be happy.

I don't own it *sigh* sadly …

Just so you know:

`Thoughts'

“Speech”

Chapter 2 - Simplicities of life.

“ Hello? Vincent speaking.”

“ Heya honey, it's Lulu! How are you doing?”

The black haired teenager shifted. `She's phoning up again? Is raising a child really so hard that she needs to phone up every few hours?'

“ I'm fine. Do you want to speak to Dad? He's still at work”

Laughter erupted on the other side. “ Oh dear. How did you know? I guess I will just have to catch him later. I'm going to bring Vidina over. Can you look after him while I go out?”

Vincent smirked,“ You mean I get a choice?”

“ Nope … see you soon honey!”

She hung up.

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A scream rippled through the house and Vincent let his head fall onto his desktop.

` Shut up!' He cried out in his head, but the screaming continued.

He stood up and went out the room, down the stairs to where his nephew lay.

He picked up the bottle the child had flung across the room and handed it back. He stopped and stared and the teenager with large curious eyes.

“ I am not, by any means, going to baby-talk at you! No way!”

The baby went on staring. Vincent shifted uneasily.

“You are a baby, you can't talk properly and there is no way you can make me change my mind.”

The child blinked, his long eyelashes fluttering over his pink cheeks.

“ I refuse!”

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“ Aww! No you don't! Do you? No! Because you're a good boy? Yes?”

The black haired man walked into the house. At the sound of squealing and giggling he guessed that Lulu had been over. Silently, he walked into the front room and picked up the video camera.

` Like a ninja!' He thought to himself.

Moving out the room and to the doorway of the playroom, he turned the camera on. There sat his son, playing with little Vidina.

“ Who's a good boy? Who is going to be a quiet good boy? Who …” Vincent froze.

Slowly, he turned his head, to see his Dad there with a camera, the red recording light turned on. His jaw fell.

Grimoire switched it off. “ Vincent, it's rude to stare.” He laughed.

“ Delete it! Delete it now!”

The man laughed even harder. He put the camera down and hugged his son.

“ Not a chance. I want to keep for memory's sake!”

Vincent hugged him back, his face bright red.

“ I don't care why you want to keep it. You can't!”

The man just laughed.

XXX

Later on, once Lulu had come over, spoken to her father, then Vincent and left with her son, Vincent and Grimoire were sat reading in the same room.

The man put down his book, pushed his glasses back up his nose and glanced at his child.

“ Did you fill that application form out?”

“ Hmm?” Vincent looked up from his book, “ I started it, but Vidina distracted me.”

“ Ah,” The man smirked as Vincent felt his cheeks redden. “ Well, I did notice you weren't doing it when I came in. But get it finished soon, I want you to get a job.”

“ Why? It's not like you are short for money!”

Grimoire sighed.

“ It's good experience for you, Vincent. And I want you to learn responsibility rather than relying on me.”

“ I don't want to.” Vincent sighed and stood up, “ I'm going to bed now.”

“ Alright, I'll see you in the morning.”

“ Okay. Love you.”

“ I love you too. Sleep well, Vincent”

XXX

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