Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Immortality ❯ Ice and Rage ( Chapter 10 )

 

Ch. 10

 

Ice and Rage

 

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One Month Later…

 

 

 

 

 

Lucrecia and Dietrich had become closer friends, because of the need to stick together as they were the only women in the mansion.

 

Vincent and Dietrich had recovered from the accidental kiss, but ever-time they had encountered each-other in the hall or dining-room, they tried to act normal, with them acting flustered, but more frustration on Dietrich's part; never saying more than they had to. Other than that, they tried to avoid each-other.

 

As for Hojo…

 

Not one of the three other people in the mansion had seen the scientist with a god-complex out of his lab for more then a few minutes a week; Lucrecia being the only one to see him for more than a few minutes as she went down to his lab for her weekly injection of Jenova cells.

 

They found out why the washing-machine wasn't working, someone had stolen a part from the engine for an experiment; who stole it they rather not mention.

 

(A/N: *Cough* …Hojo…*Cough*)

 

 

 

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“Dietrich?”, Lucrecia calls.

 

“What is it, Lucrecia?”, Dietrich asks, from the other room.

 

“We ran out of sour-cream and watermelon again!”

 

Dietrich just shakes her head in wonderment, “They said a pregnant-woman develops strange craves, but sour-cream on watermelon…?”, she mutters.

 

“We're out of pickles too!”

 

“Correction, sour-cream on watermelon with pickles…”, she quietly adds, “I'll be back soon, Lucrecia!', she calls out, putting on her coat before heading out the door into the winter-wonderland Nibelheim had quickly become, actually wearing the customary Turk uniform pants.

 

Vincent was already outside, shoveling the path/driveway from the front door to the gate.

 

He was wearing a black trench-coat style winter jacket over his Turk uniform with a dark grey scarf loosely wrapped around his neck. His eyes were focused on a chunk of snow that refused to break up as he whacks it with his shovel, his breaths coming out as ghostly vapor.

 

“Stubborn piece of…frozen snow…”, he curses under his breath, still trying to break it up.

 

Dietrich stood there, trying to come up with a plan as to not talk to him, but was coming up with nothing.

 

“What is it Dietrich?”, he asks, without turning to face her.

 

She gasps and was grateful he hadn't turned around, because she was sure to be blushing, and if he had turned around, she would have been grateful to it being cold out to cover the reason her cheeks were red.

 

“Well, what do you want?”, he questions, turning to face her.

 

As he turned to face her leaning onto the shovel, she could see his cheeks were bright red; from being in the cold for half an hour, and sunlight peeked through the clouds, a single ray shining onto him, making the sheen of his onyx-black hair gleam, his lightly sun-kissed skin to glow, and his eyes sparkle in their brilliance of crimson, yellow and orange flames.

 

An enchanting; dream-like, red-eyed and dark-haired guardian angel, all he was missing was the red feathered-wings on his back.

 

“I'm going shopping to pick up some things for Lucrecia”, she replies, keeping her composure.

 

She starts to walk past him onto the part of the walkway that hasn't been shoveled yet, only to suddenly slide on a slippery surface beneath the snow.

 

As she fell, Vincent quickly charges forward and grabs her by the arm, but slips on the same patch of hidden ice and starts falling too.

 

With some quick thinking on Vincent's behalf, he maneuvers himself while falling to put himself in-between Dietrich and the ground.

 

A pained groan escapes from Vincent's lips as his back hits the ground and Dietrich lands on top of him.

 

Dietrich slowly blinks her eyes open to find her head resting against Vincent's chest, when she lifts her head up to look at his face, she saw he was squeezing his eyes shut in pain.

 

“Y-you alright, Vincent?”, she asks, pushing herself off of him.

 

He slowly sits up, rubbing the goose-egg sized lump on the back of his head, “Yeah… I think so…”, he hisses in pain.

 

Dietrich was the first to get to her feet, “Here, let me help you up…”, she says, keeping her voice steady, as she offered him her hand.

 

He just looks up at her, looking a little sheepish because he; a Turk, had ungracefully slipped on ice and fallen into a snow-bank.

 

“Come on, you need to get out of that snow-bank before you catch another cold”, she advises, continuing to hold her hand out to him.

 

Vincent hesitantly takes hold of her hand and pulls himself back onto his feet, his cold-touched cheeks turning a darker shade of red in embarrassment.

 

His pants and jacket were soaked from the melting snow, and his hair was slightly messed up.

 

“I better go change my clothes…”, he mutters, looking down at his uniform as he smoothes down the stray clump of hair that had fell out of place when he had fallen.

 

“Yeah, you should”.

 

“I'll try to have the walkway shoveled and de-iced before you get back”, he says, turning towards the house.

 

“You do that”, she replies, carefully walking to the gate.

 

“Could you pick up some more hot-chocolate mix? We're starting to get low!”, he calls out.

 

“Sure!”, she waves, then watches Vincent disappear through the front door, before going through the gate towards Nibelheim.

 

Vincent closes the door after watching Dietrich safely get through the gate without slipping on any more ice, and removes his jacket and scarf; hanging them on the coat-hook, before heading for the staircase towards his room.

 

“Vincent, is that you?”, Lucrecia's voice called out from the music-room.

 

“Yes it is, Lucrecia!”, he calls back.

 

“Could you please get me a cup of tea?”

 

“Sure, but I have to change my uniform first!”

 

“What happened outside?”

 

“I slip on some ice and fell into a snow-bank!”, he replies, never being able to lie to the female scientist he loved.

 

“You should change your clothes first; I don't want you to catch a cold again, I can wait!”

 

Vincent softly smiles; glad at her concern for his health, as he ascends the stairs.

 

 

 

 

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When Vincent said he was going to change his clothes, he meant change his clothes; everything except his underwear.

 

(A/N: *Visualizes the image* *Drools* Vincent in his underwear…*Drools* *Dies*)

 

He goes to his dresser and pulls open the top drawer to retrieve a pair of socks.

 

“Huh?”, he gasps, as he reached for his black socks, “Where did my gun go…?”, he mutters, grabbing the socks.

 

`Maybe Dietrich borrowed it again…', he mentally tells himself, remembering the time the younger Turk had misplaced her gun once before, as he slides the drawer shut.

 

He sits on his bed to pull his socks on; having already changed his uniform, and stands in front of the mirror on his dresser as he straightens and tightens his navy-blue tie and zips the jacket of his matching uniform closed.

 

Vincent checks his reflection one last time; not a hair out of place or wrinkle in his uniform or expression on his face, the reflection of the perfect Turk. Yet the façade showed every quality he had, except for the wounded human soul buried underneath it.

 

He just closes his eyes and scrunches his eyebrows together; as if in thought, as he takes a deep breath.

 

He turns away from the mirror before opening his eyes again; as to not see his reflection again, walking from his room and back down-stairs to heed the request of the beautiful scientist he vowed to protect.

 

 

 

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A Short Time Later…

In the Music Room…

 

 

 

 

Vincent walks in carefully carrying a tray with a cup of tea for Lucrecia and a mug full of hot-chocolate for himself.

 

Lucrecia stood by the window looking out at the frozen landscape of the garden, her abdomen bulging slightly more than it was a month earlier.

 

“How are you feeling?”, he asks, setting the tray down onto the table behind the scientist.

 

“Still a little nauseous…”, she replies, looking at him from over her shoulder and giving him a pained smile.

 

`She still doesn't smile at me the same way she used to before we… I found out she worked with my father…', he thought, still hurt from the memory of her and Hojo embracing by the gate.

 

“However, if she is happy, then I don't mind”, his words from that time again echoing inside his head; haunting him.

 

He bites his tongue to keep his emotions in check, not wishing to cry over the incident again, especially in front of Lucrecia.

 

Lucrecia slowly walks towards him, but as she walked along the window side of the table, she suddenly collapses to her knees clutching her abdomen and covers her mouth with one hand as she coughs.

 

“Lucrecia!”, Vincent concernedly shouts, rushing to her side, “Are you alright?”, he asks, gently holding her by her shoulders to brace her.

 

“I'm fine…”, she replies, still covering her mouth over with her hand.

 

Vincent could see small droplets of dark crimson liquid leaking through her fingers and drip onto the floor. He gently grabs hold of her wrist and pulls her hand away from her mouth and sees it covered in blood.

 

When he looks up at her face; worry and concern etched onto his face and in his eyes, he saw a thin stream of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth.

 

“Lucrecia…”, he whispers, wiping the blood from her mouth with the sleeve of his jacket.

 

He briskly stands up, clenching his hands into fists as he walked towards the door.

 

“Vincent, where are you going?”, Lucrecia questions.

 

“To stop this experimentation right now!”, he growls, anger clearly audible in his voice as he vanishes through the door into the foyer.

 

 

 

 

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DemonGirl-Setsuna: Well? What did you think? Please review!

 

Vincent is pretty pissed!

But I don't blame him!

I mean, I'd be pretty pissed too if the one I love was being hurt!

 

I had asked Ritalin_writer, what color Vincent's wings would be if he was an angel, and she replied; that they would be red…

 

And I agreed, after using the `Paint' program on the computer to add wings to a picture I have of Vincent as a Turk.

 

Also…

 

I'm actually finding it easier and easier to write the chapters off the top of my head!

 

Well…

 

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