Kingdom Hearts Fan Fiction ❯ Black-Hearted Beauty. ❯ Chapter 1

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First fic, Yuffie fans, don't kill me.





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“ We are here today to mourn the loss of a great person, a great friend...”

The rain causes my matted hair to cloud my vision as I stare at her body in the casket. I hear the sobs around me. The family weeping into each other's arms for the loss they have become victims to…

My eyes flicker over the people who came to pay their last respects to the body before us, as the black rain pours all around, setting the mood perfectly for this occasion.

Her expression set almost in that of contentment. All signs of suffer completely erased from her once pained features.

“Yuffie Kisaragi will live on in the light of all those who will always remember her…”

I quickly grow tired of hearing the reverend's voice, as he continues pretending like he gave a damn about Yuffie. He never got to hear her laugh, witness her smile, smell her charming scent…

He never got to feel her wrath, or become a casualty to the endless spiral of pain she caused.

I slump down into the cold, rigid, metal chair the funeral supplied us with and stare some more into the beauty laying peacefully in the ghastly and stunningly gorgeous casket. The casket set for the Raven-Haired queen she thought she was.

The Black-Hearted Beauty I knew she was.


“Leon-baby`, you know you're the only one I give a shit about here.”

 

I scoff, hearing this declaration “Is that supposed to make me feel special or something?”

 

She slinks her skinny arms around my waist and looks up at me with a grin on her face, “…I love no one else but you.”


Why Yuffie? Why did you do that? Did you hate me that much?

“And even though she was taken from us prematurely from this world, she will never die from our memories…”

Not bearing to look at the fallen angel's face before me a moment longer I aim my vision towards the sky.

Is Yuffie up there? Can she see me? Does she even care about the pain she caused me?

A single hot tear streams down my cheek, quickly blending into the sky's tears falling down upon us all.

Why? Why? Why. Why. Why... Why.

Why would she do this to me? Was she that aroused by my misery?

“Where are you going every fucking night?” The volume of my voice rises as I knock everything off the table.

“…Out. I don't need your permission to leave the apartment now do I?”

 

“You do if you're not planning on coming back `til the next morning.”

My gaze returns to my withered rose that lay before me. That's all I was to you. Wasn't it Yuffie? Another lie, another chapter in your story… another soul to scar.

A flicker in the corner of my eye catches my interest. The Reverend stepped down having finished his sermon, and her family makes way to view her striking face one last time.

“Why?! Who would do this to my baby? My baby... “

Yuffie's mother, now, lost in sobs as the hysteria overtook her body.

I feel a stab in my already bleeding heart. I want so much to go over to her and to tell her it is going to be ok; that it was a very unfortunate, twisted deed that had been brought upon our young Yuffie but…

 

Her shattering sobs drowned my thoughts and I hang my head, knowing nothing at this point can help her…

My tears rip their way from my eyes and greet the ground with a ghostly splash as it joins the puddle of mud beneath my feet. Will she know how much I miss her?

Will she know how much she hurt me?

There was no point in even hiding when she obviously was not hiding it herself. She pressed the silver-haired male companion of hers against his car and each kiss she planted on him was a stab at my heart.

 

His fingers traveled along the lining of her dress as his lips followed hers in a very sickening rhythm. Her hands shook as she slid them into his shirt and I couldn't stand to see them a moment longer. I shoved my fists into my pockets and walked away.

Why...the constant question echoing in my head…?

Everyone has now fled from the site, not bearing to be with the dampened soul any longer, and I am left with the only companion that is my despair.

Why… Why...

Yuffie, why would you leave me…?

I emerge from the chair and saunter over to her last resting place. The hot water does not cease to fall from my tired eyes as I advance forward.

I reach into my pockets, hoping my movement had not damaged the delicate object I had in my possession.

Reaching the casket I pull out the rose, the single black rose I had been holding on to the entire day, and lay it beside her face.

“A black rose… for a black heart.” I leaned down to give her one last kiss on the forehead and whisper, “You thought I would never find out about what you did, Yuffie…but you were reckless. Now no one will ever find out what I did.”

 

She pressed me against the wooden dresser and my skin burned with each kiss we shared.

 

My fingers traveled along the lining of her dress as I allowed her lips to lead mine in this awkward dance that moved to the rhythm of our rapidly beating hearts. Her hands shook as she slid them into my unbuttoned shirt and our ballet came to a sudden halt as she realized her hands had found my hidden gun.

 

“…Leon?”

 

“I love you, Yuffie.”

 

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A/N: I don't know why I like abusing Yuffie so..She IS my favorite character after all.. My friend helped me with editing this story..It's posted in our FF account..