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FFVII- Phases

Title: Phases
Author: butterflys_fics
Fandom: FFVII
Characters: Yuffie, Vincent, Vincent/Yuffie
Prompt: 8) Happiness
Word Count: 478
Rating: R-ish
Summary: All things have phases.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I do not own any FFVII characters. They are all the property of Squarenix.







I. New Moon

It was dark. I remember now how dark it was, watching his chest rise and fall as he slept. The first time I saw him I knew I loved him. It was foolish and stupid, but I was a foolish and stupid girl, so willing to jump into life and love before it was ready for me.

I was searching down that fleeting happiness, and I wanted it, craved it, needed it to exist, to be real and I wouldn’t accept it wasn’t.

His attitude didn’t turn me off, though it should have. But what does a crazy little girl know?



II. First Quarter

It took him a long time before he would trust me. Slowly but surely he came to, though he would never admit it. He was far too stubborn for that. Things like that would never change: he would always be as stubborn as a mule. But parts of him were slowly opening up for me.

There were pieces of him that he would let me see, the good in him he insisted wasn’t there anymore. He was becoming protective of me, and I wasn’t sure why. How many times had he told me it was easier for someone like him not to care about others? It seemed like more time than I could possibly count he had swore he had no compassion left, that he would never care for another human being again. It was his pattern and I couldn’t understand how he was deviating from it now, and couldn’t even begin to question as to why.



III. Full Moon

Sometimes we all go a little crazy. This was…..very crazy for me. I don’t even remember how I got there, just that I was there. I remember the details so vivid in my mind it was as though they were burned into me. The feel of his lips on my neck, his hands gripping my waist, his body pressed against mine; him inside of me, surrounding me with his very presence, the sounds of pants and grunts and low moans. It was filling and emptying at the same time.



IV. Last Quarter

He has vanished and I don’t expect him to come back. I always knew in the back of my head, when I started to care for him, that he would vanish eventually, leave me to mourn the loss of him as though he were dead when he wasn’t.

I wonder sometimes, late at night, where he is and what he is thinking of? Does he miss me or think of me? Does he miss his friends? Or is his mind purely on his own feelings? Does he still believe himself to blame for his old love’s death? Does he still think himself a monster?

Our son cries from down the hall, and I force myself not to think of the past. The future is now and that is all that matters.
Tags: 50scenes, ffvii, vincent, vincent/yuffie, yuffie, yuffie/vincent
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