A/N: After reading some comments for the first part of the story, I was actually beginning to start part two. The events for the next part of the story just came pouring onto the computer. And the comments made me more motivated than I was. Thanks for commenting! Well, anyway, this chapter isn't really a happy one, it's more dramatic and problematic than the last one, and Yuffie kind of reflects on her own actions towards Vincent. And I added a minor character, Miss Tina Sakurai, a science teacher (not mentioned), who is somewhat in a complicated relationship with Mr Valentine, although not romantically attached to him in any way. I noticed that Yuffie is taking on a more serious troubled role as a teenager, not really like her original character, but sometimes, we need to see Yuffie more dramatic than just the happy go lucky girl we see all the time. Oh, by the way, there are some secrets in this part which need explaining, these will most likely be revealed in part three. Hope you all stick around for the next installment!

XOXO

Kaze Musouka

-.:.- ROSES ARE RED-.:.-

Mr Valentine: (part 2)

Yeah, I’m at school today, having a fight with Mr Valentine isn’t going to change a thing, so I’m at school.

Form class is specifically tedious today. Tifa asks if I’m okay, but I just mumble a reply and stare out of the window.

I feel like skipping class so I take out a fake pass and show it to the teacher. She lets me go without even looking at it and shows me off with a wave of her hand.

I walk along the corridor towards the steps which lead to the roof. It’s known to be an isolated place that people go to, to be alone. And that’s what I want right now, to be alone.

It may seem like I’m in some kind of depression but I’m not. I just feel like sulking. Any difference? Not really.

I push open the wooden door; the wind hits me, blowing my hair and my skirt messily. The feel of the cold breeze leaves me with a relaxing mood.

“Don’t be this way!”

‘A fight?’ I sneak over to the high wall and peek around the corner. My heart sinks and my stomach turns upside down.

“Just tell me who she is!”

‘Why?’

“I already said, it’s none of your business, and it’s not my place to tell.”

‘Why are Mr Valentine and Miss Sakurai fighting? It doesn’t make sense! And who are they talking about?’

“How could you betray me?” she yells. ‘What is this? Are they in a relationship together?’

“Nothing happened between us, Tina! You are exaggerating everything that I’ve done to you!” Mr Valentine yells back.

“You don’t care about me do you?” Miss Sakurai begins to cry as she looks at him like she’s hurting, suffering.

I’ve never seen a teacher like this before. It’s frightening.

“Please, don’t do this.” He rubs the bridge of his nose.

I suddenly feel like I’m having déjà vu as the incident in the clinic yesterday, plays back into my mind. I glance over at Mr Valentine, his face contorted into a painful expression.

His face from yesterday…it was just like how it is now.

Ok, that guilt feeling is coming together with that sick emotion of reality punching you in the face.

“Vincent, just say you love me.” Miss Sakurai is on her knees now, her hands covering her face, her black hair in a mess and flying everywhere from the wind.

“I’m sorry, I can’t.” he looks down at her.

I notice that I’ve been holding my breath.

“It’s not fair to her, and I’d be telling you a lie.” He kneels to her level and touches her shoulder. “Forgive me, Tina.”

I didn’t see more than that because I ran, I ran back down the metal steps and into the girl’s toilet. I can’t breathe, I can’t think, I can’t even walk properly.

The scene between them was unreal like nothing I’ve ever experienced in my life. Miss Sakurai looked horrible. It was like she was suffering just by not hearing the word “love”. Is it such a dangerous thing to love someone? If loving someone meant that you would end up suffering for it, then isn’t better not to love at all?

I think about Mr Valentine. If there really is a woman that he loved, he’s received nothing but pain. From me, form Miss Sakurai and who knows who else.

‘Selfish much?’

I splash my face with cold water; I stare at my dripping face as my face goes slightly numb. I hear the shrilling call of the school bell, letting everyone know it’s time to move for second period.

I wipe my face and quickly attempt to dry bits of my hair before leaving to class.

“What happened to you last period?” Tifa hisses. “I had to lie again, saying you had a club meeting.” I have been asking Tifa to make up stories for me for the past five weeks, just so I could sneak off to the clinic. But now, I guess I don’t need her to cover for me, I won’t be going back there for a long, long time.

“Sorry.” I say as I take out my text book and pen. “I won’t make you lie anymore.” Tifa abruptly stops and turns to look at me.

“What? Why not?” she asks, her brows creasing upwards, confused.

“I-I’ve lost interest…” I say.

Okay, so I lied. I just don’t want anyone to know right now, not even Tifa. I don’t want the question or the hassle.

“That quick?” she says, surprised. “Didn’t you go to the clinic yesterday to meet him?”

“I did…and it’s the last time.” I say, toning down my voice to a low mumble. Tifa falls silent. She can read me like a book, and for once, I’m thankful that she didn’t mind asking.

After second period I tell Tifa that I need some time to myself, she lets me without forcing me to have lunch with her and so I walk toward the school library where hardly anyone goes.

During the course of sitting and contemplating in a silent surrounding, I have come to a major and drastic decision. It is finally time to forgive and forget about Mr Valentine.

A/N: R&R everyone! I hope this chapter is worth the whole read through! Not much happened in this but I promise more will be unraveled!:)