Summary- The only reason you found him was because you had found yourself lost. Yet you couldn't understand why such a beautiful stranger was so cold.
Inspiration- music, cold mornings and Vincent Valentine not having enough stories out about him/ if there are alot however I do apologise as I haven't found many.
O/C- Luna Crescent , adventurous, sweet and kind. Has a terrible sense of direction, is afraid of the dark.
Disclaimer- I do not own Final Fantasy, however I do own the O/C, plot and story.
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She glanced at her watch sighing as she walked through the unfamiliar capital. Everything had changed since she was just a young girl. She stopped when she found the heart of the city and smiled a small smile as she looked at all the people who continued with their every day lives as if nothing would change.
Luna had come from far looking for one place specifically in Nibelheim, she looked every bit the outsider that she was, except she looked like an insider everyone once knew. Well, that was to those who cared to remember. A small frown worked it's way onto her face as she glanced around before her eyes settled on a place called Seventh Heaven.
Making up her mind after a small debate with herself she walked across the busy city square towards the place she hoped would be a bar of some kind.
Upon entering the building Luna found it to be lively inside and smiled again as she made her way to the bar, ducking under laughing men's arms and drinks sloshing around in mugs, spilling with each movement made until she arrived at an empty seat at the bar.
That was when a woman with black hair approached her, her friendly smile faltering as she glanced at Luna, who blinked at her innocently.
"Uh, hey there, I'm Tifa, your a new face, how may I help you?"
Luna simply nodded and looked over at the bar. "Hmm I guess a glass of juice of some kind if you have please? My name is Luna, nice to meet you." The woman smiled a genuine smile at the bar lady who served her.
As she waited for her juice she pulled out a small map and a journal from her bag as she started looking over what had been written by her only sister who had gone missing many years ago. She sighed as she read through the one page that kept catching her attention, the one about a young man who was hired to protect her. Luna smiled when Tifa handed her, her juice which she quickly paid for before the woman took notice of a photo in the journal. One of a young man with black hair and ivory skin.
Tifa glanced up at Luna and frowned slightly. " I know I don't know you but... why do you have a photo of Vinny?"
Luna snapped the journal shut, shoving it in her bag along with the map as she looked at Tifa. "It's my sisters journal, she once knew that man, I was told he is around here, I have kind of been looking for him, but I keep getting horribly lost." She admitted which eased the suspicious look that had crossed Tifa's face.
Tifa gave a smile and nodded in thought. "Well Vinny often comes here to Seventh Heaven, other than that he is always off doing his own thing, no one can really tell you where to look for him but you may get lucky and run into him, may I ask who your sister is?"
Luna nodded and smiled softly. "Lucrecia Crescent. She worked around here with some scientist many years ago when I was still very young, then she went missing."
Tifa stared at the young woman in utter disbelief. No doubt she looked a lot like Lucrecia, but what had happened had taken place many years ago and this women should have been an old lady if she was Lucrecia's younger sister, yet there she sat looking not a day older than twenty one.
Her eyes however held the same kind look Lucrecia's eyes held and where a stunning shade of cerulean. Her facial features where similar as well only a little softer and her hair was a dark chocolate colour. Tifa had dared to think that she was simply more beautiful than her sister who was already a very beautiful woman.
Luna gave another warm smile and finished her juice before thanking Tifa and leaving the bar in silence when she started wondering around the capital again. Luna wasn't sure how long she wondered around for until she came to an abandoned mansion. Curiously she entered walking around until she found a piano in an empty room. She continued to wonder around until she found an old door.
Opening it slowly she shuddered at the cold draft that hit her then braced herself as she slowly wondered down the steps. It wasn't until she reached what seemed to be a basement that she walked into something hard that wasn't there before.
A soft breath escaped the hard thing as she landed on her rear, a startled gasp leaving her lips when a pair of red eyes stared down at her. Those eyes looked so familiar.
"You shouldn't be down here, or near this mansion at all." A deep yet soft voice spoke to her.
"I... I'm looking for someone, he knew my sister once, his name is Vincent...." She answered in a soft voice of her own.
The man before her stared at her, she had noticed his eyes widen slightly as he stared down at the young woman watching as she lifted herself up and dusted herself off.
"It would seem you have found him." He gave his answer as he watched the young girl who followed him up the stairs she had just wondered down.
"Oh? Where?" She asked slightly clueless as she watched his back.
In the light of the main entrance to the mansion both figures froze when their eyes landed on each other.
In Luna's mind it was no doubt the man from the picture in the journal her sister had left. Though he remained unchanged. Luna watched him carefully trying to gauge his reaction as she took in every detail of how he looked.
"You... who are you?" His voice snapped her from her though as she glanced up at him.
"I'm Luna Crescent. I'm Lucrecia's younger sister, you look just like him..." She wondered as she studied him more carefully. His hair was longer than in the photo, but it was unmistakably him. Sliding the journal out from her back pack she pulled out the aged photograph and showed it to him.
His eyes widened as he glanced at the picture of himself, then his attention returned to the girl and the journal in her hand. "Is that?"
She smiled and nodded, "Yes it's her journal, it's pretty much all that she left for me, though it doesn't answer half of the questions I wanted to ask her, so I was hoping maybe you would help me..." She looked up at him, eyes hopeful as he shook his head.
Vincent was not ready to delve into his past with a stranger, even if it was his beloved ones sister. He looked up at the mansions ancient ceiling and sighed before glancing back down at her crest fallen expression.
But she did not push him for information, as a sigh left her very own lips. "I guess it was true when she wrote that you mostly kept to yourself." With that he watched as she looked back up at him and gave a small wavering smile. "Thank you, for speaking with me as you have, I appreciate been able to meet someone who knew Lucrecia." She smiled again and looked around her turning towards another staircase to look for a room she could use when Vincent followed her silently.
"Well I guess this room will do." She gave a small smile as she set to work salvaging what she could to use, mainly a bed, a chair and a desk, unaware of the man who followed her.
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