Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Deep Scars ❯ Lunchboxes ( Chapter 2 )

The past few weeks have certainly been strange. It seemed that no matter where Hojo went Vincent followed from the shadows. The annoyed the scientist partly because he didn't feel like being stalked. The others habits were strange to him. Vincent seemed to some how sneak in to drop off a box of lunch and then leave with not even saying anything. It's not like there was any reason Hojo had to talk to Vincent. After a while though the little gifts had got to be annoying. He didn't want to be bothered any longer. He just wanted to be left alone to his work.

 

Glancing at the clock Hojo could see it was almost one pm. Strange Valentine is late. It was unlike him to be late. No matter, it wasn't important.

 

Twenty minutes would pass. Looking away from the microscope to jot down some notes was when Hojo noticed there was a lunchbox sitting on his papers. Again with the damn lunches! Why could Vincent just leave him in peace?! Though it wasn't like the lunches tasted bad. Hojo didn't want these small gifts in the first place! It's not like he dissevered them.

 

So for next few days he would refuse to get the lunches Vincent left behind. Merely tossing them into the trash. Hopefully this would get the point across to Vincent that Hojo did not like these things. However, it didn't.

 

Just before dust Vincent had once again slipped into Hojo's home, his eyes looking about to find today's lunch in the trash like the others. Why did Hojo reject his lunches? Did they not taste good? Vincent tried to make different things to see if Hojo would like it better.

 

He hates you and your stupid lunches, Vincent.

 

Vincent shook his head. No what reason would Hojo have to hate them? Did Hojo hate him? Why would he?

 

Sad this wasn't really a home. It was just another place to play scientist. There was equipment where a living room should be. The kitchen hardly used. The bedroom not even used. Hojo never cared really. He always had the habit of falling asleep at the desk. There he was even now with his head resting on his arms.

 

Vincent moved closer towards the other staring down at him. He could feel his heart starting to beat faster. Kill him… Make him suffer… “Shut up..” Vincent told himself. Even though Vincent was a quiet person Hojo was always a light sleeper. This caused him to sit up. Vincent froze not daring to move.

 

Turning around, Hojo would glare at Vincent. “You're trespassing in my home. Leave at once.” Hojo demanded.

 

“Why…?” Vincent merely said, unmoving.

 

“You're in my home without my permission! Get out now!” he growled.

 

Staring down at Hojo with his black expression. “Why…?” Vincent asked again.

 

“I would think that even you could understand that, Valentine. It's not compacted. Leave. Now.” he said while pushing his glasses up from the tip of his nose.

“Must I?” Vincent said as he still stared down at the man with his peering red eyes.

 

“Yes, you must leave. And stop leaving food here. I am a grown man. I can take care of myself!”

 

A moment passed, nothing was said. Vincent finally looked away and left just a quietly as he came. Sighing, Hojo picked up his pen and started to work again.

 

 

~^~v~^~

“Vincent, I've made you your lunch.” as female voice called out to him. “It's your favorite, rice balls.”

 

Starting to move towards the voice, he started to smile. He always loved her rice balls. When reaching her Vincent would sit and eat one. “Such a good boy. You're always a good boy.” The owner of the voice would hug Vincent lovingly. ”You've never caused me trouble.” Eating happily there was no sad thoughts in his mind. There was no sin.

 

“Sinner! Sinner!” An older male's voice called out in anger. Vincent froze up. He could practically taste the rage in the voice. “You are nothing but what you fear! You are the demons you keep!” The voice spitted at him.

 

Getting up quickly, Vincent started to run away from both of the voices. The yelling had to stop! Why wouldn't the friendly voice ever do anything? Was this his punishment?

~^~v~^~

 

In the middle of the night Vincent stood before Hojo's door just staring at it. Why did Hojo yell at him? No one cares if you're here. You might as well just die. Vincent's hand began to shake as it reached for his gun. They all rather see you dead, Vincent. No one cares… no one… the voices hissed. Raising his hand Vincent knew what he had to do. Taking a deep breathe as he pointed the pistol to his head. Do it… do it… the voice urged. Closing his eyes he took one last breath. Everyone will be happier. The trigger pulled, the bloody mess fell limp.

 

The gunshot rang out in the area. This, of course, woke up Hojo. Grumbling he got up to open his front door to see the bloody mess that was Vincent. Sighing he grabbed the body and dragged it in. He's getting to old for this shit.

 

Opening his eyes Vincent found himself lying on a floor. His hand touched his head as he sat up. Bloody, but the wound was gone. Looking up he could see Hojo sitting at his desk sipping some coffee as he wrote something down. This confused Vincent. He didn't understand why Hojo brought him inside. “You…” Vincent trailed off.

 

Not even turning around Hojo spoke up. “After all this time I a lot you would know it takes a lot more than that to kill my experiments. Don't do it again” Hojo stressed his words. “Cleaning all the mess you made was to much of a hassle.”

 

“I'm… sorry..” Vincent murmured. “Please, forgive me.”

 

“Forgive what? The bloody mess you're made? What in the world would make you want to kill yourself? Guilt? Rubbish. Such stupid reasons, Valentine.”

 

“I thought…I had to..”

 

“Had to create a bloody mess at my door? Yes, please Vincent, make another.” Hojo said sarcastically.

 

Vincent started to stand again not quite certain just what to do next. Staring down at Hojo he could feel many things, anger, of course being one of them. Fear was yet another. Although, Vincent somehow still felt he had to stay near Hojo. Had he changed that much since he last saw him? Why was there such an urge to? It's not like he wanted to hurt Hojo. “A basement…to sleep in?” Vincent murmured.

 

This made Hojo turn to face the vampire finally. Did he just hear Vincent correctly? He wanted to stay in the basement no less. There was only a file cabinet or six that held the papers he saved. Was this all some part of a plan? No, Vincent wasn't that smart to plan ahead. Fine, he'll play Vincent's little game and figure it out before he tries something. “I don't care, Valentine. Sleep where ever you damn well please.” He said while getting up and retiring to his room. This made Vincent happy and thus he went to the basement.