paixaorpg | The Light of the Moon Dances on Your Eyes. [ Closed ]

Characters: Vincent Valentine, Yaten Kou, anyone else.
Content: Vincent and Yaten are out on the town to find someone to fix Yaten's ankle.
Setting: Near Cid's Store.
Time: Wednesday night.
Warnings: Cute(Vincent/Yaten).

It was getting a little late, but that made no matter to Vincent. He really didn't need much sleep after...Hojo. Shuddering lightly at the thought Vincent just then remembered he had a boy riding on his back.

"How are you doing?" he asked, turning his head trying to see Yaten passed his mass of black hair. Didn't work. Walking along the wide street the streetlights had been lit up and it added to the already romantic moon-lit night. As they walked Vincent was sure not to touch to sprained ankle, and looked around for some kind of hospital looking building.

Something was definitely bothering the Ex-TURK. Ever since he had left the hotel he could feel someone calling out to him. And oddly enough, in his mind, it sounded like the voice of Lucrecia. Of course Vincent figured it was Jenova who happened to be in Paixao too. And so he shook his head, trying to get the voice out of his head. Another problem was Chaos who seemed to be waking up, and was getting closer to the surface. Vincent could hear him too, deep down, plotting his takeover.

However, When Vincent looked up at the moon, and felt the comfortable weight on his back, he forgot all his problems.

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Yaten smiled. "Fine." He paused, blinking as Vincent shook his head. "Are you okay?" The white-haired member of their little duo didn't miss these things. Especially not when said person's head was less than two feet away from his face.

Yaten was still bothered by the thought that his- her- WHATEVER- senshi name was Sailor Star Healer and in all six years she- he- WHATEVER- had been doing so, not once did any actual healing powers show up.

It wasn't that he had something wrong.. Something just didn't click. "I'm fine," Vincent said, adjusting Yaten on his back. It was amazing how Yaten always knew what he was thinking.

Looking left, then right, the red eyes searched for Healer or hospital. Then something hit him in the face. Well, figuratively. "Yaten, isn't your other name Healer?" He had no idea that the boy was currently thinking the same thing. Great minds must think alike.

"Mm-hmm." It wasn't what he was thinking, it was his emotions. Well, that and the fact that Vincent shook his head. Yaten snorted. "The thing is? I have no healing powers. At all. In all six years I've known, never once." There was amusement at the irony clear in Yaten's voice.

"Trust me, if I could've healed my ankle, I wouldn't've said anything." He made a face. How was he- she- --GODS, he didn't even care anymore-!!-- expected to deal with the matter of heels? The skimpyness didn't really matter, but those gods-cursed heels were another beast entirley.

Vincent nodded, listening to Yaten. "Maybe somehow hasn't happened yet..Maybe you are missing something?" he said, his head tilted up to the moon. It was oddly bright and seemed to foreshadow something. After walking for a while he stopped at a bench on the sidewalk, and set Yaten down. His back was starting to hurt and he needed to sit for a minute.

"I hope we can find a Healer around here," he said, looking down the street. There didn't seem to be any distinguishable signs and he started to feel a little defeated.

Yaten made a face. "Maybe. I doubt it." He closed his eyes, taking in the night air. "It's not like my ankle's a huge problem," he said, sensing Vincent's defeated attitude. "It's not like it's that big a deal." He closed his eyes, smiling a little, trying to get Vincent out of the defeated attitude. "It's not like I have to worry, here. Sure, Kakyuu-Ouhi isn't here-" the thought of that stung, but he said it in such a casual tone that most people wouldn't realize it, "-but neither is Sailor Galaxia or any of her senshi. I don't have to worry at all~!"

Yaten beamed at Vincent.

Living through the horrenduous life Vincent believed he had, he wasn't 'most people'. Yes, he didn't think he could find a Healer, and was feeling useless, but that didn't mean he stopped caring about Yaten.

Putting his arm around the boy next to him, Vincent kept a stern face. "I am worried about your ankle. It's all my fault," he said, making sure to avoid the phrase, 'I'm sorry'. "I promised we would get that fixed, and I'm not giving up."

Standing up Vincent took a final look at the moon. Inside it he saw a face that was either Lucrecia's or Chaos. Hell, it could have been Yaten. Looking down back at the real Yaten his face showed new determination. ...If it was possible to show anything with his face half-covered. Either way he turned his back to Yaten, inviting him to climb up.

Yaten made a face. "Don't be. It's just a sprain," Yaten made a face. "It's not like it's a pressing issue. If we can't find a healer, I'll just be off my feet for a couple've weeks. 's not a big deal." Yaten made a face at Vincent standing.

"Are you okay?" Yaten asked. "I'm not hurting your back or anything, am I?"

Vincent smiled, shaking his head slightly. "No, it's no problem. Let's get going before its too late." That was all he said before putting Yaten up on his back without asking.

"There's a shop up there, looks open. Let's ask there, ok?" Vincent said quietly. And so with Yaten on his back they headed to a place owned by a certain rocket scientist.

The Light of the Moon Dances on Your Eyes. [ Closed ]

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