Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Bloodshot ❯ Her ( Chapter 10 )

Oki, I have had a very bad week! Nothing has gone right so far :( … it is a little bit annoying! … But that might just be me!

Heh, footballers playing outside. What a lovely sight! I watch them from my seat in one of my classes. … yeah, enough of that. Let's get on with the story.

By tea, I don't mean the drink. I mean the meal.

 

EDITED

 

Chapter 10 - Her.

 

Vincent was sat staring at the footballers running around outside. He could see Ansem on the sidelines, cheering some people on. Tidus and Shuijin were doing their usual `confuse people by doing some kind of synchronized thing.' Reno was joining in as well.

 

` Mustn't be a lesson then. Reno didn't take any kind of sporting thing. Even if Shuijin and Tidus did try to convince him. They did fail at getting Rufus to do so as well, but that was doomed from the beginning. '

 

Vincent grinned, it was last lesson of the day and he was going over Sephiroth's house soon. While he was looking forward to it, there was this odd feeling of dread in his gut that was rather annoying.

 

He turned his eyes back to the board, where the teacher was explaining some mathematical problem.

 

` Time flies when you are having fun. Such a shame this is incredibly boring. Maybe if I found it hard it would be of more interest but I just find it quite easy. It's no problem to work out … but the effort to work it out … uurrggghhh!'

 

XXX

 

Vincent began packing his stuff away. The lesson had gotten even more boring when it had begun to rain, as the footballers had gone in so he had no one to watch. But it had finally ended. Finally. And they had been working so he had had no chance to sleep.

 

` Right, now to find Sephiroth. I wonder where he will be.'

 

Vincent made his way out the doors towards the trees, the pathway was crowded but he had a feeling Sephiroth wouldn't wait for him there. It would be near impossible to find him.

 

Sephiroth was stood under a tree. He had a frown on his pale face as water dripped onto him from the leaves. Vincent grinned, but quickly straightened his face.

 

“ You look a little wet.”

 

“ Yeah,” Sephiroth huffed. He was drenched. “ And I have only been out here 2 minutes. Let's hurry up and go. I don't want to get a cold.”

 

Vincent smiled as Sephiroth quickly turned and began to walk.

 

They hurried down the street, through the park and to Sephiroth's house. They were both soaked through by the time they got inside.

 

“ Halt!” came a voice from another room as they shut the front door. “ Do not take another step! I don't want the place a mess!”

 

A man with shoulder length black hair came into the hall and looked at them.

 

“ Hmm … you look familiar, have we met?” He frowned at Vincent in a contemplating way (What a great word! Contemplating … ).

 

“ Umm … you look like someone I've seen my father with.”

 

“ His name, if you please?”

 

“ Grimoire. Valentine.”

 

The man's eyes widened as he smiled, the same smile Sephiroth had, Vincent noticed.

 

“ Grimoire's son. Vincent, I believe. I am Timothy Hojo, but most people call me Hojo. You can if you wish.”

 

Vincent nodded his head. The man turned to his son, looking him up and down. A look of irritation mixed with amusement came upon his face.

 

“ You to go upstairs and get dried. I won't have you messing up my house. Go. Now.”

 

He turned and went into another room as his voice called back.

 

“ Tea will be in an hour.”

 

XXX

 

 

Vincent was sat down with a mug of hot chocolate in his hands. He had a pair of Sephiroth's old jeans on, as his own were dripping, as well as one of his old shirts and jumpers.

 

The teen sighed. Nearly all of his clothes were in a bag, but his socks were on a radiator so he could put them on later. The trainers were on it as well.

 

` It feels weird to be in someone else's clothes. They smell different. But at least they are warm. I feel much better.'

 

They had gotten a little bit of work done, and then they had eaten. Now, Vincent was sitting on the bed he had been on nearly a month ago. This time, however, he didn't have a fever. He was also aware that Sephiroth was sitting right next to him.

 

` He's so close.' Vincent's mind was shouting, but his voice made no noise. ` He's leaning on me. It's actually kind of nice, but still. Wait. No. Right, he isn't leaning on me. He isn't sitting all that close. Just tell yourself that and everything will be fine.'

 

Vincent shifted away from the silver-haired male. A blush on his face.

 

“ Work! W ... we need to get it done.”

 

“ Oh, of course. If you are feeling better now. You were shivering quite a lot earlier.”

 

Vincent's face remained red as he stared flatly at him.

 

“ Thanks.” He said, with no enthusiasm in his voice. Sephiroth stared at him for a few moments before he laughed. Vincent's expression changed to a grin.

 

` I love it when he smiles. It makes his face shine. And I know Ansem has a lovely smile, but when he is alone, Sephiroth has one that leaves his in darkness. It's beautiful. I like it when he smiles; he only does it when we are alone. It makes me feel as though it is just for me!'

 

XXX

 

By the end of the evening, Vincent was leaning against Sephiroth. He was exhausted. They had gotten all of their work done, as well as lots of revision.

 

Sephiroth stretched carefully. Before his arms came back down, one resting on Vincent as he leaned back.

 

` My pillow moved. Why did it do that? Never mind. Unimportant. What I do need to do is turn off that light.'

 

He opened his eyes and sat up.

 

“ What?”

 

“ What's the matter, Vincent?” Sephiroth raised his brow.

 

“ N… nothing, nothing at all.” ` Unless you count thinking I was at home. That was weird!'

 

Sephiroth smirked and stood up.

 

“ Home time. You were falling asleep.”

 

“ Was not.”

 

But Vincent stood too and didn't object. He pulled his socks and shoes on, and then grabbed his bags. His clothes weren't dripping anymore, but they were still wet.

 

They went down the stairs and to the front door.

 

“ I'll see you tomorrow, Vincent.”

 

“ Yeah, tomorrow.” `What a sad feeling I have just now. How random. Oh, maybe it's because I forgot to visit Mum and Patrick today. I feel pretty bad about that.'

 

Vincent turned, as the front door opened.

 

“ Mum,” Sephiroth smiled, “ Welcome home.”

 

The brown-haired woman didn't reply. Instead, her gaze settled on Vincent. She and Vincent both went pale.

 

“ I ... I … I am going to go, Sephiroth. S … see … see you later.”

 

Vincent turned and ran outside. He could hear Sephiroth shouting after him but didn't care. There was an acidy feeling burning in his throat. He had to get home, but he couldn't see where he was. His eyes were too blurred to see properly. Home was the only thing on his mind now. His legs seemed to move themselves. Vincent had no control over them. All he knew was that if he stopped, they would stop working altogether.

 

“ Vincent?!”

 

It was his father's voice, and he was in a warm place.

 

` Must be home.'

 

“ Vincent, what's wrong? Why are you crying?” 2 arms encircled him and he laid his head on the man's chest as he sobbed. “ Vincent?”

 

`Home. I'm home.'

 

“ Vincent, what's wrong. Tell me, then we can get to your change in clothing.”

 

` Sounds like a joke. Said in a kind voice. But …'

 

“ It was her. Her. I saw her, Dad.”

 

XXX

 

Done! Longer than my others I think.

You might guess, but I do like Hojo!

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