lucetilogs | The Music Box [OPEN]

Who: Vincent Valentine and anyone interested.
What: A mysterious music box is found near the outskirts of the library.
When: Before the rain started.
Where: A little farther away from the village.
Summary: Vincent finds a rather old, yet interesting music box that mysteriously, reminds him of fond and happy memories.
Rating: G

The sky was darker than usual, and already, he could hear low growls of thunder. Vincent frowned and continued to walk, to wherever, he didn't mind. He just needed to stretch and to move his legs, the silence that met him at his house was deafening.

Although sleeping in a coffin for 30 years did make him completely used to being stiff, he wouldn't want the feeling to return, so he decided to jump to a tree branch and practice. He felt a little naked without his gun to accompany him, but he could manage.

He swiftly leapt into the air and used his claw to grab on to a branch of a nearby tree. He pulled himself up with grace and did the same thing, over and over again, complicating his leaps with twists and turns and somersaults even, until he was satisfied with his skills and decided to rest for a while. He took a spot underneath the shade of a big tree and crossed his arms, as he leaned on the hard trunk.

Vincent heard something click, however, and looked down to his feet. He moved his right foot, and he heard something click again. He blinked and bent down, searching for whatever it was that was causing that noise. He felt a smooth item grasp his hand, and lifting it up, he saw a small, dirty white box, probably made of porcelain. He traced the gold plated features with his free hand and toppled it up and down.

He felt an urge to open the small box, and he soon went with his instinct and lifted the cover. There was nothing inside, except small cogs and bolts moving in harmony, producing a soothing melody.

Vincent felt his eyes droop. It was a refreshing sound to hear. The song lifted his emotions, his abyss colored wings subconsciously moving in approval to the rhythem of the music. He suddenly remembered his time with AVALANCHE, when Marlene first said his name and asked him to play with her, when they defeated Sephiroth and when she smiled at him and offered to eat lunch with her. He didn't notice it, but he was soon drifting away into his own world, his dreams returning, even though he was still wide awake.

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Vincent turned around completely, facing the young woman. She was a little shorter than him, and she brought an air of loveliness as she talked. He nodded silently, and brought his clawed hand up to the light, opening his palms, and revealing the small box.

"It came from this," he replied.

The beauty of the little music box caused Alice to gasp gently. Though the white of the little thing was dirtied, to Alice it was the hope in Pandora's box. Hope, it seemed, was what everyone in this village needed desperately. She knew what it was like to lose all hope, and she never wanted to feel that ever again.

Alice looked away from the small music box, and up to Vincent. She was startled by the red eyes, for the only family that had eyes like that were the Hyuga's. Could he, perhaps...? No, She frowned, He couldn't be.

"Is that your music box? Mr..?"

He watched her eyes dance in amusement as they laid their sights on the small box he was holding. The woman looked at him and Vincent's eyes widened. For a second there, he thought he saw...No, it couldn't be.

Vincent shook himself out of his slight trance and allowed his arm to retreat back into his cape. He shrugged. "I just found it." he answered her. There was silence, before he continued.

"Vincent." he added.

Alice nodded, smiling gently. She kept her eyes on him, and stepped closer. She felt no threat from Vincent but there was something inside him that felt sinister, as if he locked away a monster from the world. Could he be a harmonixer, like Yuri? Her wings gave a shudder, and she looked to the ground. She shouldn't think about that..

It took her several moments to force the flood of emotions away. Wasn't she stronger than this? She glanced back up at Vincent and whispered," Vincent, huh? Well, I'm Alice Elliot, It's a pleasure to meet you."

He nodded back in response. Vincent felt all her emotions pointed to him, but he paid no heed. He, however, felt that this woman had gone through more than hell, and back. Something in common, he told himself.

As soon as his gave her the small music box, their eyes met and he nodded to leave. "You can have it," he told her. "...just don't lose it. I might borrow it from you once."

Alice glanced up towards the sky, the dark luminous clouds began to block the sun. The birds twittering began to quiet, even the forest seemed to grow dreary. It was almost as if the storm was being forced upon the land, and the land wanted to reject. Reject desperately, in fact.

She brought a hand to the cross around her neck, feeling the forbidden tingle of magic.

"Vincent, It does seem a storm is on it's way", Her voice is still at a whisper as the clouds grow ever darker," I think you should be careful on your way 'home'."

Vincent sensed the coming storm, as he turned his head to survey the surrounding area. The leaves on the tress were swaying, and the cold silence greeted them instead of sunshine.

He turned back to the woman and nodded, slowly. "Home." he merely repeated, as he started to walk away. "I'll say the same for you, Alice." Vincent took three steps forward, before he turned back to her and replied, silently.

"Just take care of that music box." he said. "I have a feeling we're going to need a little happiness around here."

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