Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Crimson Curse ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

 

Chapter 4

 

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“Hey, Vincent?”, Karin asks.

 

“Hmm…?”, Vincent looks up from his old mythril katana; the only thing he still had from the night his life-changed, as he sat on his bed, “What is it, Karin?”, he questions, before his eyes widen.

 

Karin stood in his doorway wearing a sky-blue night-shirt with dark-blue sleep-pants, she had towel draped over her shoulders underneath her still damp hair from her shower; which made her hair dirty strawberry-blonde hair look dark-brown, these features making her resemble his deceased fiancée.

 

“What was Lucrecia like?”, she asks, sitting down on the foot of his bed.

 

Vincent had to shake himself out of his stupor, “She was extremely kind-hearted, her smile was one that could brighten anyone's day, and she was by far one of the most beautiful woman in all of the Mushashi-domain…”, he replies, unconsciously smiling as he spoke about her.

 

“I see…”, Karin says, standing up to go back to the living-room, “Well, good-night…”

 

“You know you could have the bed, I can sleep on the couch”, Vincent offers.

 

“No, I don't mind sleeping on the couch”, she answers, weakly smiling at him, “Besides, I'd feel bad if I took your bed…”, she vanishes through the door.

 

Vincent just sighs as he turns off the light and settles himself under his blankets, for another restless-night full of nightmares.

 

 

 

 

 

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-Vincent's Nightmare-

 

(A/N-WARNING: Please be advised! This contains some Yaoi-rape!)

 

 

 

Vincent slowly blinks open his eyes to find himself in the castle-dungeon, his wrists bound above his head to a chain hanging from the ceiling, his shoulders aching; reminding him that something had tore out from his back, and the back of his kimono was shredded and crusted in dried blood. He also finds a piece of smooth-wood in his mouth and held in place by a leather-cord, but he didn't care anymore, it was like his soul was stolen from his body the moment Lucrecia died.

 

`Lucrecia…', he thought, letting his head hang in shame, `I failed to protect you, like I vowed to do…', crystal-tears begins to fall from his eyes; dripping onto the floor.

 

“The pitiful human… crying is such a weak emotion…”, he heard the silky voice of Sephiroth mock.

 

Vincent flinches away from the Vampire Lord as he presses up against the sensitive skin of his exposed back.

 

“I want to see you cry out for me…”, Sephiroth hisses into Vincent's ear, as he snakes his hands around his body from behind.

 

Vincent gasps into the wood-gag as Sephiroth opens his kimono and the vampire's fingers grabbed both of his nipples, beginning to roll them into harden-peaks, causing Vincent to struggle in trying to get away, but the shackles and chains around his wrists prevented him from doing so.

 

`No…!', he screams out in his head, `This can't be happening!'

 

But it was, and all Vincent could do was let himself fall into the depths of his inner-being to escape the torment and impending rape he knew the vampire had planned. He could distantly feel Sephiorth wrap his hand around his penis and slowly start to stroke it; tears streaming down his cheeks at the horror that this was happening to him. Vincent just sinks even deeper inside of himself, when he felt the vampire pushing himself into his anal-passage and by the time of both their climaxes, Vincent was so far pulled into his subconscious; that he couldn't hear or feel the vampire release his essence inside of him. Within his subconscious, Vincent's soul had curled up into a tight ball and crying for the loss of his fiancée's life and the loss of his innocence.

 

(A/N: Yes people, I'm saying he was a virgin!)

 

“Vincent…!”, he could hear someone distantly call for him.

 

`Who…?', he wonders.

 

“Vincent…!”, the voice; obviously female now, calls again.

 

The darkness surrounding Vincent fades and turns into a blinding white light.

 

 

 

-End Nightmare-

 

 

 

 

 

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“Vincent…! Wake up!”, the female's voice continued to call to him in the realm of consciousness.

 

He slowly blinks his eyes open, wincing at the bright sunlight streaming in through his window.

 

“You awake, Vincent?”, the voice asks, causing him to turn his head towards the voice and he sees Karin leaning over his bed; looking down at him, wearing her college-uniform underneath a kitchen-apron and her waist-length hair was tied up in a high-ponytail with a red ribbon, “Breakfast is almost ready…”, she says, noticing him looking at her, before vanishing through the door, “I hope you like pancakes!”

 

He glances at his clock, which read; 7:55am, before he sat up, yawning and stretching at the same-time.

 

“What is she doing here…?”, he asks himself during mid-yawn, “Oh yeah, she stayed the night after her battle with that gang of vampires…”, he says, answering his own question.

 

He throws on a pair of blue jeans and a dark-grey t-shirt, securing the leather-collar around his neck to cover the scar as he entered his kitchen, to find the table pleasantly set with just two plates with silver-ware and a glass of milk and orange-juice for each of them. Karin stood by the stove flipping a half-done pancake into the air and catching it perfectly on it's other side in the frying-pan, a stack of pancakes sat on a plate to her left.

 

“Morning!”, she greets, glancing at him from over her shoulder.

 

“Morning…”, he yawns, his mouth opening wide before he had the chance of covering it with his hand.

 

“So you only have fangs at night, huh?”, she comments, turning to focus on the pancake she was cooking.

 

“Huh…?”, he asks, half-asleep.

 

“Teeth…”, she hints.

 

“Oh, yeah… I only have the fangs during the night…”

 

“Good to know…”, she mutters, flipping the cooked pancake onto the stack on the plate, and carries the plate to the table.

 

Vincent just takes a few off the stack, and begins to eat in silence.

 

“Had a nightmare last-night?”, she asks.

 

“Yeah…”

 

“Want to talk about it?”

 

“No…”

 

Karin pouts at his shooting down her tries to start a conversation, and looks at her hand; trying to gather some of her Banpaia Ten-Ki energy into her palm, but nothing gathers.

 

`Damn it, my power hasn't recharged…', she curses inside her head.

 

“What's wrong?”

 

“I used too much of my power yesterday, and it hasn't returned yet…”, she whispers.

 

Vincent's jaw drops and the bite of pancake he'd been chewing on falls out, “Repeat that please…?”, he asks, wanting to make sure he heard her right the first-time.

 

“I have no power to use to defend myself with, I used too much of it up while fighting yesterday…”, she replies, a little louder than before.

 

He sighs, putting his face into his palm, “Just great…”, he mutters.

 

“Sorry…”

 

“Can you still fight using your dagger?”

 

“Yeah, but I can't fight using it for too long”.

 

“Want me to play body-guard until your power returns?”

 

“You would do that for me?”

 

“Can't have the vampires getting their hands on you and killing you…”, he coldly replies.

 

“Oh sure, make it sound like I'm a burden!”, she retorts, standing up and taking her empty plate to the sink, “I'm going to class now…”, she coldly states, heading to the front-door.

 

But as she heads for the door with her eyes closed in frustration, she bumps into a firm well-toned chest, causing her to open her eyes to see who she bumped into. She sees a familiar dark-grey t-shirt and she lets her eyes trail up to his face, her honey-colored brown eyes meeting blood-red ones.

 

“What?”, she asks.

 

“You forgetting something?”, he questions, holding up her book-bag.

 

Karin lightly blushes in embarrassment at forgetting the most important item for her classes, taking the bag from his hand and leaves through the door as he holds it open for her.

 

“Oh the nerve of that guy… Treating me like I'm a burden…!”, she complains to herself, “But yet the sweetest-guy… Holding the door for me like that…”, she lightly blushes at the chivalry, `Who ever had declared chivalry dead, they obviously haven't met Vincent…', she thinks, stepping out onto the sidewalk.

 

“So you're the young woman Vincent rescued last night?”, she heard a male's voice asks from behind her.

 

“Huh…?”, she gasps, quickly turning around to find a man in his early-thirties with buzz-cut short blonde hair and blue eyes wearing a black tank-top and grease-stained blue jeans, with a lit cigarette held in between his teeth.

 

“I'm sorry I started you, I'm Vincent's landlord; Cid Highwind”, he says.

 

“Karin Hitodama, pleased to meet you Mr. Highwind”, she greets, slightly bowing.

 

“I apologize for not introducing myself to you last night, but I was making deliveries…”, he explains.

 

“That is alright, your wife explained everything to me”.

 

“Sherra always seems to…”, Cid mutters.

 

“Well, I have to be going, I don't want to be late…”, Karin says, starting to jog to the bus-stop.

 

“Be careful when you head home tonight!”, he warns.

 

“Thanks!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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-Tokyo Community College-

 

 

 

 

 

Karin enters the College grounds and spots a familiar head of raven-black hair.

 

“Hey Tifa!”, she calls out, running towards her dark-haired friend.

 

“Hey Karin…”, the 20 year old greets, turning towards Karin with her eyes red and puffy; like she had been crying.

 

“What's wrong? Where's Cloud?”, Karin asks, noticing that the blonde wasn't at Tifa's side like he always was after pulling off his infamous trophy thieves.

 

Tifa tenses at the question, “Cloud… Cloud he…”, she began, tears beginning to brim her chocolate-brown eyes.

 

“He what, Tifa?”

 

“Cloud he… he wrecked his bike last-night and is now in the hospital…”, she sobs, tears pouring from her eyes.

 

Karin just stands there shocked, even though she knew Cloud was reckless when it came to speeding, but he was an exceptional driver, `How could he have lost control of his bike? He knew it like it was his hand! Heck, it was an extension of his body!', she thinks, patting her friend on the back trying to comfort the crying woman.

 

“Karin Hitodama and Tifa Lockhart?”, a teacher questions.

 

“Yes, Mr. Mica?”, Karin replies, as Tifa couldn't reply through her sobbing.

 

“The Dean requests to see the both of you in her office right now”.

 

“Yes sir! We understand…”, Karin answers, nodding, “Come on Tifa…”, she says, helping her friend onto her feet and leads her into the building.

 

 

 

 

 

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-Dean Aeris Gainsborough's Office-

 

 

 

 

 

 

Aeris Gainsborough was a beauty of a 22 year old woman with long glossy brown hair tied up in a ponytail with a pink-ribbon and stunning green eyes, as she stood behind her desk looking out the window, as the two girls walked in and seated themselves into the chairs in front of the desk.

 

“I've heard about what has happened to Cloud”, Aeris says, turning towards them, “And I know you two are his closet friends…”

 

“Yes ma'am”, Karin nods.

 

“Can I ask you two to do a favor for me?”

 

“Sure…”, Tifa agrees, her voice still cracking from her crying.

 

“I normally don't do this, but…”, the dean began, “But I'm letting the both of you go visit Cloud in the hospital”.

 

“Huh?”

 

“I'm excusing the two of you from classes today, so you can go visit Cloud”.

 

“Are you serious?”, Tifa shouts, unable to contain her excitement.

 

“But what is the favor?”, Karin asks.

 

“Could you guys also bring the basket of flowers to him for me?”, Aeris says, smiling as she lifts a large-basket up from behind her desk with a `Get Well Soon' card attached.

 

Karin and Tifa sweat-drops, “Uh sure…”, they reply.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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