fists-and-fangs:

deathpenalty-valentine:

Vincent was sitting at his desk in the main office of the school building, looking through records in one of the filing cabinets as he was told to do by the high ups of the committee to validate each student’s records accordingly. Basically he was told to look through each file to make any preparations for seniors who were off to college, or students that needed counseling, or just students in general that were in the terms of any school-related matters. He remembered something of having to set up student-teacher conferences for the younger students since they were new, but was positive that was for the middle of the year. He furrowed his brows under long, black, fringed strands of hair that layered over his forehead, and his serious crimson eyes were studying each folder that was in his hand which was soon brought over to a desk so that he may sit and look through them; which was tedious but no other teacher had wanted to volunteer and that had ruined his evening ritual of heading home to drink until he was content. He flipped through more pages until the words were nearly illegible to his sight, and he used his hand to sweep the folder off to the side and his index, along with his thumb reached for the bridge of his nose to give a quick squeeze. A migraine was heading on, but that what he would call his cravings, which he had to ignore when he was out in public. Especially at school. He looked to the doorway that contained a window overlooking into the school’s hallway that grabbed his attention of a shadow passing by; probably a student just wandering by to get to their locker, or back to their classroom. Looking to the overhead clock on the wall he was surprised that it was time for the student’s lunch period since time had been flying by without him noticing. Vincent got up from the desk he sat behind to stretch his arms over his head, and cocking his head side to side awaiting the sound of a cracking to relieve the stiffness in his neck, which soon came after. He took a stride to the door, grabbing the handle and taking a step outside suddenly feeling of someone bumping into him. He looked down to see an older girl, most likely a senior, with wild, wavy dark hair, bronze skinned, and green eyes with a beauty mark right below them that graced her skin. His voice was low, but it was audible. “Are you okay, miss?”

The pulsian had been minding her own buisness, having just left her final class of the day….art. Something Fang had, quite recently, been finding herself rather adept at. But not traditional art really. Whenever the teacher presented them with an assignment Fang always opted to take it a step farther, something she had never done in any of her classes. She found herself putting her all into her art, creating abstract images, things people didn’t quite understand, yet didn’t need to. She always left the class a complete mess. But she didn’t care. For her it was a great way to relieve the stress of the day. 

So when the odd looking man with the long black hair had bumped into her, she merely offered him a slight nod of her head and a small smile. “I’m alrigh’. It’s gon’ take a lot more than tha’ to knock me down.” She chuckled slightly and gave a bit of an old-fashioned bow. “The name’s Fang.” She stated simply, not wanting to reveal her full name to the stranger. “And just exactly who are you?” She questioned, eyebrow raised slightly. She had not seen this man around the grounds before. Hell, she had seen a lot of kids around the school, but not once before had she seen this guy. Whoever the hell he was. 

To the dark-skinned student’s reply, he could only stare toward her polite stature as she smiled, nodding to him in exchange for an apology. As she had cordially bowed with respect toward him, he expressed a friendly look on his masculine face. “You’re a very well-mannered young miss,” he stated peculiarly with a pundit tone. “Your formality is quite admirable, Miss Fang.” He had bowed his head slightly downward in her direction. “I’m an instructor here,” he said to her inquiring concern about who he was. He figured not many students had been familiar to him since he had been a very introverted person, only handing out assignments to his students of his classes and then retreating to his office unless the class required attention in which he would gladly stand watch for the student’s well-being. Other than that, he had kept to himself in the main office, or his own secluded office dedicated to himself and tried to avoid as much contact as he could. “I’m not much of a social character.”

“I also apologize for not observing the hallways before I carelessly walked out and collided into a student.” He lowered his reddened-hued gaze away from her being, and could only offer an endeavor of a faint, rueful smile. 

thegreatninja-yuffie:

deathpenalty-valentine:

Once she had moved away, the awkward feeling between them had ceased when they had received their own space, and he felt a better sense of comfort after what had happened. He still didn’t know why he had embraced her – but he did feel some sort of emotion that was probably just sympathetic. But the mood did feel suddenly mellow, which sent Vincent into a relaxing state. “That was a bit unsettling for me to do what I did.” He said thoughtfully.

With calming words, he replied to her returning a smile. “Of course you must be famished,” He turned to his kitchen before looking back at her. “Which would make sense since you had been sleeping for a while.” He headed to the table by the chair he sat, grabbing the cup he had put there, and retreated back to the kitchen, and walking behind the counter. He looked back to where Yuffie was. “Is there anything you would like that I could prepare?” He stared toward his fridge. He never bought food and his fridge was only filled with hospital bags of blood. “Better idea,” He said, his lips curling as he smiled. “I can purchase whatever you would like to eat.. I’ll just go pick it up for you to bring it back here.”

She smiled sweetly as she watched him walk over to the kitchen. 

“Is there anything you would like that I could prepare?”

“I can purchase whatever you would like to eat.. I’ll just go pick it up for you to bring it back here.”

“Oh umm” She tapped her chin as she thought about it. “Well.. chinese sounds good right now” Yuffie giggled. “My mummy used to always make a few dishes whenever it was a special event” Yuffie shared her little story excitedly, not really minding to talk about her parents to vincent. Ever since she had met him, he’s been like a father figure to her and honestly she wouldn’t know what she’d do if she were to lose him.

She could finally have an adult in her life where she could share her stories, her achievements, and just have that parental affection from them. It wasn’t exactly the same as having her actual mother and father’s affection, but it was close to it, although she doesn’t exactly vividly remember the feeling, she remembered it warmed her heart, and surprisingly vincents compassion did exactly just that. ~it warmed her heart.

“Chinese?” He said in a quiet tone, almost a hum under his breath as if he were talking to himself. He looked back over to Yuffie, faintly smiling to her as she went on about her mother making some meals related to the event of special occasions. “Really then?” He raised a steady open-palmed hand to his chin which somewhat covered a bit of his mouth in deep thought. “Then so be it,” he said, tugging on a long coat and pulling up the side collars to shield his face from the windy weather and rain. “I’ll go get us some. Make yourself at home. If you’re thirsty, I’d advice grabbing a bottle of water in the closet beside the fridge.” He lowered his head. “I don’t go to the market as often.. I apologize.” 

He had never really been in this situation before as he had always lived alone, and never would have thought of being able to entertain a young teenager, even if he had a daughter who was a little bit older — he never exactly raised anyone as young as Yuffie was considering he had met his own daughter at a young adult age, so he had no experience for anyone younger than that. He would take the responsibility, of course, but would rely on his instincts more than anything. It would be difficult considering his…. current condition which required him feeding though. He only ate real food out in public to appear normal, but it never satisfied his hunger. Which made him worry about guests in his home who needed actual food, when he in turn only needed to survive on vital fluid the humans pumped through their bodies every second. But he was an expert at containing his urges. As long as he fed hours before, which had been a while but he wasn’t feeling an ounce of any weakness yet. He would surely regret any harm he would cause to Yuffie, but knew he would never hurt her. He only would look out for her. 

“I’ll return shortly, Yuffie. I know of a place right down the street that owes me a favor.” He smiled gallantly towards her with gentle, garnet eyes before turning to exit through the front door, heading out into the rain.