little secret.
For Momma, who wanted Gennie but We fail so he got Vinnie.
Title: Little Secret
Characters // Pairings: Vincent, HB crew // none?
Rating // Warnings: G // Probably a little OOC
Canon: Kingdom Hearts 2?
Wordcount: 364
Summary: Even Vincent Valentine has secrets.
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Everyone is working.
Cid and Leon sit in Merlin's living room, sipping cups of tea that Aerith has brewed for them, talking about security measures. Yuffie and Aerith pull up bricks and create colorful flowerbeds, one by one, along the streets of their Hollow Bastion. Cloud, Leon, Cid, and sometimes Tifa take shifts guarding the hole in the fence near the entrance to Villain's Vale. The town is still being rebuilt, but the people never needed to be reborn.
He often does not do anything. His job is unseen protector -- and unseen he has been, even when they were clinging to each other and trying their best to live in a walled town with no daylight and no outside world.
Today, he strides through the shadows -- a little bold, but he is sick of creeping along rooftops. He has no plans today, but he would like to find something to do -- and find something to do he does.
The self-proclaimed monster pauses as he passes an alley. Something faint there -- a sound he's barely heard, but heard all the same, a tiny cry. He has nothing to do, and so he stops.
The noise is a small creature. He doesn't think he's seen any animals at all here for a long time -- the Heartless consumed everything. He crouches beside its box, reaches with a flesh hand and keeps the clawed gauntlet to a distance. He doesn't want to harm it, after all. He simply wants...
Vincent's fingers graze the kitten's tiny head, and he feels himself melt a little.
--
"Where were ya?" asks Cid later, chewing his cigarette and typing away at his computer rapidly. He seems to be paying more attention to Vincent than the computer, yet there are no mistakes on the screen, from what he can see.
"Nowhere," he mumbles, but his head is full of images of his new friend, mewling and rolling onto its back so he can stroke its stomach.
"Well, at least leave a message 'r somethin'," says the pilot, eyes flicking back to the longhaired man. "Don't wanna make 'em all worry 'bout ya."
"Mm..."
It'll be his little secret.
Title: Little Secret
Characters // Pairings: Vincent, HB crew // none?
Rating // Warnings: G // Probably a little OOC
Canon: Kingdom Hearts 2?
Wordcount: 364
Summary: Even Vincent Valentine has secrets.
---
Everyone is working.
Cid and Leon sit in Merlin's living room, sipping cups of tea that Aerith has brewed for them, talking about security measures. Yuffie and Aerith pull up bricks and create colorful flowerbeds, one by one, along the streets of their Hollow Bastion. Cloud, Leon, Cid, and sometimes Tifa take shifts guarding the hole in the fence near the entrance to Villain's Vale. The town is still being rebuilt, but the people never needed to be reborn.
He often does not do anything. His job is unseen protector -- and unseen he has been, even when they were clinging to each other and trying their best to live in a walled town with no daylight and no outside world.
Today, he strides through the shadows -- a little bold, but he is sick of creeping along rooftops. He has no plans today, but he would like to find something to do -- and find something to do he does.
The self-proclaimed monster pauses as he passes an alley. Something faint there -- a sound he's barely heard, but heard all the same, a tiny cry. He has nothing to do, and so he stops.
The noise is a small creature. He doesn't think he's seen any animals at all here for a long time -- the Heartless consumed everything. He crouches beside its box, reaches with a flesh hand and keeps the clawed gauntlet to a distance. He doesn't want to harm it, after all. He simply wants...
Vincent's fingers graze the kitten's tiny head, and he feels himself melt a little.
--
"Where were ya?" asks Cid later, chewing his cigarette and typing away at his computer rapidly. He seems to be paying more attention to Vincent than the computer, yet there are no mistakes on the screen, from what he can see.
"Nowhere," he mumbles, but his head is full of images of his new friend, mewling and rolling onto its back so he can stroke its stomach.
"Well, at least leave a message 'r somethin'," says the pilot, eyes flicking back to the longhaired man. "Don't wanna make 'em all worry 'bout ya."
"Mm..."
It'll be his little secret.