Final Fantasy Oneshots and Drabbles

A Cat's Valentine: FFVII

"The sun is going down already?" Vincent thought to himself. He was sitting alone by a languid stream, leaning against a tree and watching the water slowly curl around the rocks. It was relaxing and, frankly, relaxation was something he desperately needed. He wouldn't know what would happen if he got stressed.

Being unconscious for 30 years really wore down on one's mind.

The rest of the party was a ways away, setting up camp and preparing for the night. They spoke in hushed whispers, and every so often, one of them looked over at him.

Vincent pulled the collar of his cloak up. They were probably wondering why the walking cadaver in their midst was sitting as far away from them as he could get.

Almost as if to answer his question, one of the girls (Tifa? Was that her name?)  stood up and walked over to him, kneeling down on the grass. "Hey, Vincent?" She asked gently. "Are you alright staying by yourself? You seem lonely over here."

Well, she wasn't exactly wrong. In fact, the crushing, incomparable idea that everyone Vincent once knew was either dead or twisted to hate him thanks to Hojo. He was horrifically lonely, and every time he closed his eyes, he could still hear the scientist's laughter.

Granted he wasn't going to say any of that out loud. "I'm fine." Vincent replied curtly, pulling out his Cerberus shotgun and fiddling with it. Tifa wasn't convinced. "Are you sure-" She started, but Vincent cut her off.

"I said I was fine." He snapped. "You need not concern yourselves with me. Leave me to my sins and plan for the next fight."

Tifa, evidently realizing this wasn't happening, forced a smile and stood up. "Suit yourself then." She sighed, getting up and walking away, but not before whispering something to the blond ex-SOLDIER.

Vincent felt a little guilty for sending Tifa away, but he couldn't dwell on that now.

"Lucretia." He thought, musing to himself. What had happened to her? The last thing he remembered of her was being brought back to life, before being stuffed into that coffin.

What had become of her? Vincent grit his teeth. "They mentioned...Sephiroth." He mulled, messing with Cerberus again to calm him down. Lucretia's son was still alive. The only link he had to her.

And if what Vincent had heard was correct, this link took too much after his old man. Sephiroth was a murderer, a monster from the fiery pits of hell. "She can't know." He confirmed coldly. "It would break her heart."

Another thought entered his mind. "But...but isn't her heart already broken?"

That was the breaking point, his stress level overloading. Memories were beginning to cloud Vincent's mind, memories that were putting him through physical pain. He grunted, trying to keep quiet, and then fell forward onto the ground, unconscious.

***

His gun was missing.

Vincent, although asleep, could feel that much, Someone had grabbed his Cerberus shotgun, and taken it for themselves. And that hurt, a lot, burning through him like fire through a village.

"You're never going to wake up, Turk!" Hojo's cackle echoed through his head. "She's mine and you're mine, FOREVER!"

Vincent sat up, gasping for air. He wasn't in the coffin again. He was still by the stream.

And there was a cat on his chest.

There was a black and white cat wearing a cape, crown, and gloves sitting on his chest, and it was holding his gun. "You're awake." The cat meowed, still holding his gun. "It took me grabbing this thing to wake you up? Sad."

Vincent took one look, then seized the cat and threw him into the stream, before taking back his gun. "Leave." He hissed, pocketing the weapon.

The cat clambered out of the stream and shook his fur out, before jumping right back on top of Vincent and settling down on his chest once more. "Do you mind?" He said grumpily. "I was only trying to help you!"

"And how exactly were you helping me?" Vincent hissed, venom dripping from his voice. The cat's ears went back, he looked away and Vincent cringed internally,  immediately realizing like he sounded exactly like Hojo. "I-I mean, what was the reason behind taking my weapon?"

The cat's face lit up. "Well, you started whimpering in your sleep about twenty mintues ago, which no one else heard. But I did, because of my GREAT hearing, so I tried waking you up multiple times. But that didn't work. So I stole your gun, and then you were up in no time!" He stopped, waving his tail. "You're Vincent Valentine, right? I'm Cait Sith, a robotic cat! Nice to meet you!"

Vincent blinked and nodded slowly. "Yes, I'm...Vincent. And what exactly do you want of me?". Cait tilted his head. "You're super lonely, right? I, the GREAT Cait Sith can tell." He stared him down, even with his closed eyes. "And don't lie to me mister. The great Cait Sith can tell that as well."

"I'm being threatened by a CAT speaking in the FIRST PERSON." Vincent thought incredulously to himself, but he nodded again. "What does that have to do with anything?" He asked, confused. Cait clapped his paws together. "Well, I, the great Cait Sith, am changing that! I'm your buddy for the rest of your night now! Can't whimper in your sleep if you don't fall asleep, right?"

Before Vincent could protest, or throw the cat back into the stream, Cait immediately launched into a story. "Did I ever tell you how I, the GREAT Cait Sith, took down three patrols of Shinra soldiers by myself?" He meowed, checking his gloves for dirt.

"I just met you." Vincent tried, incredibly confused. "Please stop." Cait ignored him and continued on. "Anyway, the great Cait Sith was SURROUNDED by a TON of grunts and their guard dogs, with only my megaphone and moogle to fight with! What was I to do?"

He didn't wait for Vincent to interject before continuing on. "The great Cait Sith used the powers of my moogle to defeat ALL of them! No one can fight against that thing. It's huge, you know." The cat leapt up and down, clearly giddy. "It was SUPER exciting. Shinra's real scared of me now. Nobody messes with the great Cait Sith's moogle!"

Cait's enthusiasm was somewhat contagious, as Vincent felt himself calm down and smile slightly. The cat noticed this immediately and waved his tail. "You want to hear some more? The great Cait Sith has PLENTY of stories to tell!"

Vincent sighed and nodded slowly. "Go ahead."

******

You see, it's like a parallel to the first one because cool literary whatnot.

...Vincent is a precious cinnamon roll and he needs to be protected at all costs.

Also he's my husband but i digress.

Anyway, this is partly creative writing and partly a bit of vent, mostly the parts where Vincent's freaking out to himself. I've been having a stressful week and trust me, I want a robot cat to tell me funny stories and calm me down.

Vote, comment, ask me stuff, etc. I hope y'all are having a better week than I am, and have a nice day/night.