A/N: another short chapter, sorry. But I have the next one and a half written already, so I just need to type it up. If only my teachers stopped assigning essays all the time. Mayonaki, who's mentioned in this chapter is based off a creature from pc game called oddballz. The creature is called a quadrapus and looks like so i152./albums/s190/bladetatsuhiko/icons for forum use/thaquad.gif.
amethyst rulzz: so many good reviews, they made me feel, well, giddy that's really the best word for it. Thank you so much. And you may certainly ask questions, I welcome any you might have. Though, I really won't use much that you need to have any understanding of ff7 to get. I'll also be changing some things from the game as well. As long as you like, know what Vincent looks like then that's fine.
yumiii: yea, these were quick cuz I already had all of them typed up. The rest won't be, but I'll try and get them up as soon as I can.
Darkness Chapter 3 (Ran's POV)
Am I really going to do this? He said, well, implied that I was welcome there again, but still…he was an adult, and one who valued his privacy. Also, it's not like there was any reason he'd want me to come by again. So then why was I standing in front of his house? Because I couldn't stay away. It's been about a week and a half, but I have not stopped thinking about him. I had always scoffed at the romance novels mom read (and Aya-chan sneaked looks at) but now the idea of 'love at first sight' didn't sound so unbelievable. Not to say I was in love, I mean, I was 13, he was…20 something. And we were both guys. still here I was debating whether to approach the door or not. I was about to convince myself that I was being ridiculous and should go home when the door opened and home was forgotten.
He looked amused. Well, that was better than looking angry. "Are you going to come in?"
He must have seen me standing out here, and I don't even know how long I was. I blushed lightly and nodded, looking down as I went through the door. He closed it and walked into the living room, with me following. The place looked cleaner, no longer dusty. The windows had been washed, allowing in more light. Debris that lay all over the floor earlier was gone. I wondered about this and briefly entertained the notion that it was in anticipation of my return. A silly, vain thought that I dismissed as soon as it entered.
He handed me a glass of water before sitting on the couch. I sat down beside him watching carefully for any sign that I shouldn't. His expressions didn't change so I leaned back and relaxed. "I'm sorry for just…coming here…I…"
He shook his head slightly as he cut me off. "It's fine. I don't mind your company. If you wish, however, I can give you my phone number before you leave, so you can call first next time."
I smile widely at that. I can come by again. I am welcome here. The rest of our conversation is light and comfortable. He asks of my hobbies and I say I really like to read. I also tell him of how I took kendo classes back in Japan, and how I missed it. I did most of the talking, but I didn't feel like I was boring him. There were moments when neither of us would talk, but they silence felt comfortable. At some point his pet wandered out. I couldn't tell what it was exactly, so I decided it was just some strange type of cat. Vincent told me that her name was Mayonaki. She seemed scared of me at first, staying back by Vincent and shaking, but he explained that she was like that with anyone, to not take it personally. He picked her up and placed her between us, and she allowed me to pet her. Soon she had wrapped her odd backwards legs around my arm, clinging to it. This made me laugh, and I noticed that Vincent had smiled again. He seemed almost uncomfortable about smiling, as though he were unused to it. If that was the case, the fact that I could produce that expression filled me with a great sense of accomplishment.
I end up staying for supper again. I'll tell my parents that I was with friends. They'll be ecstatic. He cooks while I occasionally help out, and it feels comfortable, same when we wash the dishes. I don't stay much later, but I do remember to get his phone number before I leave. He says that I am welcome any time. My parents were just as thrilled as I anticipated, and I almost feel bad for the lie. Still, it is not guilt that keeps me up most of the night.