Hey there everyone!
School's in for me, but I found the time to bring you this fic, Loud Whispers! This would be the edited Purple Skies, yes indeedy. So, here you go everybody!
By the way, the rating was mostly for language. Maybe violence too. Just being safe~

Loud Whispers I - Jade

This has to be the worst day of my life.

No, Vincent had to remind himself. Every day was the worst of his life.

He sighed, packing the last of his things into a brown box. He was moving. Moving! Why, he wasn't sure; hell if his parents told him the reason. But now he was being forced to leave the only life he knew, the only people he knew.

Sure, Vincent Valentine didn't have a lot of friends, but that was because he chose not to. Kept to himself. Of the few he did have, there was one in particular who was important to him. She was a sweet girl, and the only person here who knew about the activities in his household. She was a good friend, and now that Vincent thought about her… I don't want to leave her. She was the only one who cared – the only person he allowed to care, because she was the only person he let know.

This sucks. He couldn't just leave. He had to say goodbye to her.

"Hey! Hurry… hurry up!"

Vincent looked up to see his father in the doorway, carrying a box. He was more stable on his feet than usual, but the boy could tell when his father had been drinking out of the flask. The man kept walking, followed by a woman with brown hair, Vincent's mother. She didn't even look at him, carrying a few things of her own. The boy snorted, taping up the box, looking around his room. He never had much, so his room was always empty. But this… this hit him even harder. Shaking his head, he lifted his window, climbing out of the building.

He stayed to the alleys, not wanting anyone to see him, to stop him. He didn't have time. He had to see her now, before he left for good.

It didn't take long before he was at her house. Her backyard was covered in colors – different flowers that she liked to plant. He was careful as he walked around them, picking up a few small rocks along the way. Vincent stopped short of the house, throwing the rocks up at a second floor window. After four hit their mark, a girl came to it. She smiled, waved, and then disappeared from sight again.

Soon enough, she was exiting the back door of the house, running up to him, her chestnut hair swinging in a long braid behind her.

"Hi Vincent!" she said excitedly, throwing her arms around his waist. He winced, but returned the hug.

When she pulled away, he stared into her green orbs as they grew more concerned.

"Oh no…" A hand lifted to his face, resting on a fresh bruise on his cheek. "Are you okay?"

He nodded. "I'm okay. I just wanted…" He looked away. He didn't know how to say it – "Goodbye" to the only good thing he really had.

She made him look at her, a heartfelt smile on her face. "What's wrong Vincent? Please tell me."

He sighed. "I'm… I'm moving Aerith." Her brow furrowed; she didn't understand. "I'm leaving Kalm. I don't even know where we're moving to…"

He could see them – the tears that he knew were going to come. They had yet to fall, but he knew it was only a matter of time.

"But… why? Why do you have to go?" She looked at the ground.

"I don't know. They won't tell me."

"Is it because I know?" Aerith's head shot back up, her eyes wide. "Is that why? I promise, I haven't told anybody! I won't tell anyone! I promise!"

He smiled sadly, squeezing the hand she wouldn't let go of. "No. It's not that. They don't know that you know. It's not you. I… I don't know what it is."

A tear rolled down her face then. "When… when are you leaving?"

Vincent bit his lip. "To-today. Soon."

Aerith gasped. "What? B-but why? So… so soon. An-and you didn't tell me…!" She started to sob.

He didn't want this to happen, even though he knew it would. "Aerith… I'm sorry. I'm sorry! I-I didn't know until today either! I woke up this morning, and my parents were packing stuff, and they just told me to get ready to go. To pack my stuff too! I'm sorry…"

She hugged him again, tighter than before. "No! I don't want you to go! I don't want them to hurt you anymore…"

He hugged her back, feeling the stinging in his eyes. "I don't want to go either Aeri," he said quietly. That was the first time he realized just how… scared he was, to leave. To be somewhere with his parents alone. Here, he wasn't alone; he had Aerith. But… but wherever they went, he would be all by himself, no one to help him. His hold on her grew tighter then, and she responded in the same way.

The door opened, and he opened his eyes to see Elmyra. Aerith pulled away, but refused to let him go, looking at her mother.

"Aerith, honey, why are you crying? Vincent, what's wrong? Are you alright?" She bent down, taking Aerith's hand.

He knew she noticed the bruise as well.

"I'm okay. I just – I fell down the stairs to our backyard."

"Mommy, Vinnie's moving! He's leaving!"

"Vincent?" He nodded when Elmyra looked at him. "Oh Aerith, it'll be okay."

"No it won't! I don't want Vincent to leave!" She hugged him again, crying. Elmyra couldn't understand why she was being so hysterical, but he knew. She'd already said it.

"Where are you moving to dear?"

Vincent shrugged. "I don't know Ms Gainsborough. My parents didn't say…"

"Mommy, can Vincent stay with us? Can he stay here, please? I don't want him to go."

She sighed, smiling reassuringly. "Honey, I don't think so…" No, Elmyra didn't know what was going on, but she was aware that his parents weren't the nicest people. "Hey, it'll be okay. Vincent, you know our address. How about you write, or call? That way, you and Aerith can still talk." She looked at her daughter. "How does that sound to you?"

Aerith gulped, nodding. "Will you write me letters?"

He smiled. "I'll try. Promise."


Vincent looked at his watch. He hadn't noticed how long he had been here. "Oh no… I have to go. I'm sorry."

Aerith squeezed him tight, finally letting him go. "Okay. Please write me. Or… or call. Please Vinnie."

He smiled at her, nodding. "I promise Aeri."

"I wish you luck dear, wherever you go. And I'll make sure Aerith contacts you when you let us know where you are, okay?" Elmyra smiled, hugging him as well. "Goodbye sweetheart."

"Goodbye Ms Gainsborough. Bye Aerith."

He waved as he ran off, but he hated the way he left her – clinging to her mother, wiping her eyes, waving after him.

"Goodbye Vincent! I'll talk to you later!" she called after him.

He knew that wouldn't happen. He knew that, no matter how much he might want to, he wouldn't be able to talk to her again.

This sucks so much.

He wished he could stay, live with her. Elmyra was always so kind to him, so inviting. Who was going to treat him that way now?

When he got home, trouble was waiting. His parents were standing in the backyard, knowing he'd slipped out of his window. He stopped on the edge of the yard, not wanting to go near them, knowing what would happen. Seeing them there together, waiting for him… He felt his hands shaking at his sides. Vincent liked to think that they didn't scare him, he liked to say that out loud, but in his mind, the fear was evident. Prominent.

He didn't take a step – didn't dare to. He knew that the longer he stood there, the angrier they got, and the worse the punishment would be when it finally came. Even thinking this, he just couldn't move. Frozen in place by the fear he wouldn't speak of.

"Vincent, honey, come here."

His mother's words were like acid. They weren't reassuring and kind like they were when Elmyra spoke them. They might as well not even be the same words.

"Come here Vincent."

Her voice was harsher then, her patience evidently thinning. No. You'll only hurt me. He wanted to turn and run, run back to Aerith's house and stay with her, but he couldn't. His parents always told him, promised him, that if he ever told anyone, they would get hurt. I don't want Aeri to get hurt. I don't want Ms Gainsborough to get hurt.

Vincent closed his eyes, wishing he were somewhere else. Anywhere else. Away from them, and with Aerith. That would be the perfect life. If they were gone forever, and he was only with the people – the person – who cared about him the most.

But when he opened his eyes, he was still standing at the edge of his former backyard.

And now his father was storming towards him.

The thought rushed through his mind again, running, but he couldn't. He was rooted there, stuck to await his doom. Soon enough, he was thrust to the ground by a hard smack across his bruised cheek. Brison grabbed Vincent's collar, hefting him up and staring him in the face. The former's eyes were blood-shot, not the same red as the boy's.

"When your mother calls you, when we tell you to come here, you come. Do you understand me?"

Vincent nodded.

Brison threw him back down. "Now get up and come on. We have to leave, now." He hiccupped, stomping away from the boy. Summer turned on her heel, following after her husband.

Vincent stood up shakily, rubbing the dirt off of his pants. He bit his lip, hung his head, and started to walk toward the house.


He whipped around, staring at the alleyway. A small head poked out around the corner, green eyes and chestnut brown hair.

"What are you doing here? You'll get in trouble!"

Aerith ran up to him, hugging him again. "No, you'll get in trouble, but I don't want that." She let him go, holding out her hand. "I just wanted to give you this."

He took the object, a small bracelet with little jade pieces. His eyes widened as he looked at her, her gaze on his face. "I can't take this Aeri. It's your favorite bracelet!"

She smiled. "I know. That's why I'm giving it to you."


He turned around, but looked back to his best friend. "I-I can't."

"Yes you can." She squeezed his hand, folding it over the piece of jewelry. "You have to. Now go, before you get in more trouble!"

Vincent smiled at her, turning around to leave. But before he could, he faced his friend again, hugging her as tight as he could, before running off.

She watched him go, the bracelet now in his pocket. She knew it was better that way; his parents might take it if they saw it.

She also knew that, even though he promised he would, he couldn't write her. Or call her. He couldn't let her know where he was. His parents were secretive like that. I'll never see him again. The thought caused a huge lump in her throat, one that she couldn't swallow, no matter how hard she tried. There's nothing I can do. Another tear rolled down her face as she lowered her head, walking back home.


Gosh it's hot. I wonder if it's like this where we're going. Maybe we're going to live in Corel.

Vincent had heard that the town was nearly deserted; it had been ravaged by a gas fire, or so he learned in school during Fire Safety week. Wouldn't that be just great.

He sighed, still staring out of the back of the moving buggy. It was a pretty uneventful ride so far. Once outside of Kalm, they passed by the chocobo farm. It rained terribly from there to Junon, water leaking in the caravan through a small hole in the roof. From then, a cargo boat took them to Costa del Sol, and another buggy was rented once they got to the sunny city. They rode on continuously; his parents didn't want to stop. The drivers took turns.

At the moment, he and his parents were riding in one buggy together; the other held most of their things. He sat with his chin in the palm of his hand, elbow resting on the back window. He was bored; there was nothing to do, as could be expected, but there was also no one to talk to. No one to call or anything. His parents didn't own cell phones; they thought they would be better off that way. Even if they did, he wouldn't dare ask to use it.

I want to talk to Aerith. He missed his friend terribly. He knew he would, but now the feeling was almost unbearable. He was left alone with his thoughts in this caravan, and they always brought him back to her. Turning around, he tried to search for something to write or play with, something to occupy his mind.

Summer was leaning against the wall where she sat, in a daze. Brison was asleep, snoring obnoxiously. But, Vincent expected this. Not even a ride with other people could make them stop, even for a few days.

Trees began to appear in his view, with a river running from a forest to his right. Even that didn't interest him in the least. Maybe when he saw other life to reassure him that there was something else out there other than him and his parents, he might feel better.

Ugh. I'd give anything to get out of this buggy!

The terrain became more unstable, and the vehicle began to rock back and forth.

"Stay steady y`all! Sorry about that!"

Vincent barely heard the driver's words over the deafening silence. He was trying not to think of where he was at the moment. Where are we going? He prayed his parents weren't moving them to some shack house out in the middle of nowhere. His eyes widened slightly, and his body tensed at the thought.

Like Huck Finn.

What if they were? What if his parents were like Finn's dad, and hid him away so they wouldn't have to worry about anybody finding him?

"I don't want them to hurt you anymore!"

He remembered Aerith's small voice muffled by his shirt a couple of days before. Without even realizing it, he shrank back into his seat near the window, glancing at Summer and Brison. Both were passed out now, he could tell. His breathing quickened, became heavier the more he thought about what was going to happen. Oh no. That… that can't happen to me! No! He tried to calm himself, shaking as he reached for the window again. It was then that he saw a few buildings in view, a tall water tower the most prominent of them all. The river ran in front of the town.

The buggy drew closer to it. Is that where we're going? He hoped so. He prayed they were going to live surrounded by other people.

But just as got his hopes up, the buggy turned.

Vincent gasped. He looked at his parents again, concluding that they might be too out of it to notice, so he tip-toed past them to get near the driver.

"Excuse me, sir?"

"Yes m`boy?"

"Where are we going again?"

"Your folks said Nibelheim. It's that town right there, but they wanted me to go around and come in toward the southside."

"Oh. Okay then. Thank you… sir."

"No problem."

So, they were going to live there! A small smile crept onto his face, but he kept it hidden. Looking outside again, he saw two children playing in the river right outside of town. They stopped at the sight of the buggy, and Vincent only stared back at them. Soon enough, their figures disappeared behind the trees.

"What the hell you staring at boy?"

Vincent turned around to see Brison up, swaying slightly in his seat. The boy shook his head, indicating nothing, and Brison growled. Shaking Summer, the man got up and made his way to the window. Vincent involuntarily retracted himself into his seat, trying to get as far out of his father's way as possible.

"We're nearly to the house now. That took long enough." Turning to Vincent he grumbled, "Get ready. And you better stick around and help us unpack."

Vincent didn't respond to the command. He sat there, his knees raised to his chest as he thought about what awaited him in Nibelheim. He wondered if the kids were nice there. I hope there's some way I can tell Aeri where I am. Too bad they had never established some secret code. Like a smoke language in the stories. He sighed again.

The buggy jerked to a halt. The driver got out, and Brison undid the latch on the door so the rest of them could depart from the vehicle as well.

"Well, there ya go!"

Vincent gazed upon the other houses on the street. They were mostly one story, and not too great in shape either. His wasn't much different; a pale green with a white door. Just about in the same shape as his last home.

House. Never my home.

He reached into his pockets, his fingers wrapping around the bracelet he was forced to take. It was the best he had.

"Welcome to Nibelheim folks."

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