Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ The (shinra) office ❯ day fourteen: valentine's father ( Chapter 14 )

Yeah, I tried this once before, but it didn't work out as I planned…I played dirge of Cerberus, saw Vincent's father, and decided to try again. Hopefully it'll go better this time. Here's day fourteen, (another one of my favorite numbers.)

 

I do not own final fantasy, or grimore valentine.

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Day fourteen: valentine's father

 

It was slow day all around. The gossip and chatter about angel and Vincent had finally died down and was merely a joke or at times, a small pun.

 

“Danielle…”

 

Angel slurred her L's in attempt to catch Danielle's attention, which wasn't hard seeing as she was staring right at her, distracting her from doing any actual work. Today, Danielle was filling in for the receptionist

 

“What? You bored? Again?

 

“…No.”

Angel said this a bit too quickly.

 

“You don't have work to do?”

 

“Sure I do, I just don't bother to do it.”

 

“No…really?”

Even Danielle thought that was bit much when it came to sarcasm.

 

“YeH rLy!”

(Yes, it is true)

Angel smirked in triumph; there really was no way to beat chatspeak.

 

“You suck”

 

“Ha-ha, loser.”

 

“Excuse me.”

 

Angel turned to see a man with black hair and a gentle smile. He held his head high and looked important.

 

“Oh sorry, there you go.”

 

“Good day, how may I help you sir?”

It was a good thing Danielle was nice and patient, angel could never deal with talking to so many people. …And by `so many' she actually ment one …or less.

 

“Yes, I'm here to see some one.”

 

“Alright, may I ask who is requesting this?”

 

Danielle stood up and leaned in, getting ready to walk off ever so professionally and also to leave angel and the man in an awkward silence where they would no doubt agree that it was good weather on that one day.

 

“Mr. valentine”

 

“Mr. …valentine? Could I ask what your first name is?”

 

“Grimore valentine.”

 

Angel's heart stopped. (Not literally, metaphorically of course.)

 

“Do you have a son?”

 

“Yes, I'm here to see him.”

 

`Please don't be Reno, please don't be Reno, please don't be Reno.'

Angel prayed as hard as she could that this man didn't adopt.

 

“Oh, I see. Vincent valentine?”

 

“Yes, do you work with him?'

 

“Yeah, I do in fact, you're his father?”

Angel liked this man; he was proper, and polite.

 

“Yes I am.”

 

`Praise the lord in heaven!'

Angel fought the urge to dance her bloody little heart out at the sound of that response.

 

“He's your only son?”

 

“Yes he is.”

 

`I'm so excited! And I just can't hide it!'

Angel smiled happily. She could see where Vincent got his manners.

 

“You've raised him well.”

Oh yes, she was good.

 

“Thank you, we don't talk much, but he talks of you as a good friend.”

 

“I would hope so.”

 

`Smoooooth.'

 

“Hello…father? And angel.”

Vincent gave a nod to angel, surprising her with all his `seriousness'

 

“Vincent! How have you been?”

This took Vincent by surprise when his father pulled him into a large hug in front of a co-worker.

 

`I- I've been alright.”

 

“Good to hear, good to hear.”

He patted him on the back in a father-to-son way.

 

“So, you've met angel?”

 

Angel could have sworn he was a bit red in the cheeks. Then again, she wondered why she was still there; frankly, she thought she was making it awkward…

 

“Yes, she's quite a woman.”

 

Angel smiled in a way that said: `I'm special!'

 

`There aren't enough o's in good to describe how good I am!'

 

“Yes, she's quite a character.”

Vincent agreed rather formally

 

`I'm flattered, no really.'

 

Danielle walked back in, taking a seat, she and angel exchanged glances.

 

“That she is.”

Mr. valentine was having a blast, contrary to Vincent at the moment.

 

“Stop, you're making me blush!”

Angel did a cliché hand flip as she gripped her cheek.

 

“Ha, ha, ha, also quite the cut-up I see”

Mr. valentine clapped her shoulder briskly.

 

“So…father, you've met angel, have you met any of the other Turks?”

 

“Actually, I just came to see you, I just seemed to…”

 

“You…got sidetracked”

Angel decided to finish his sentence for him, deciding to keep the conversation moving along.

 

“Exactly. You've got a smart girl here. I hope to expect she'll be my daughter in law”

 

“Huh?”

Vincent's expression went blank.

 

“Don't we all...”

Danielle chuckled to herself lightly.

 

“Yes, yes we do. Isn't that right Vincent?”

Angel followed up on her previous comment.

 

“I- uh- yeah, of course…”

Vincent had no idea what was going on, but he was secretly enjoying where the conversation was going.

 

“Ha, ha, good, good.”

 

“Hey Vincent, why don't you take your father out for lunch?”

Danielle suggested coyly.

 

“Are you sure?”

 

“Yeah, we'll live on.”

Angel reassured him. Ushering him out the door.

 

“Have fun…”

Angel whispered into his ear before she shoved him out the door.

 

There silence as Danielle flipped through addresses and angel leaned on the reception desk.

 

“So…daughter in law… here.”

 

Danielle slid a small index-size card onto the table.

 

“What's this?”

 

“A bakery, they do fantastic wedding cakes.”

 

“Ah.”

 

“Here.”

 

Angel slid another card across the table.

 

“Hm? What's this?”

 

“A great Chinese place, You and Reno should--“

 

“I don't like him like that!”

 

“Sure you don't.”

 

“I don't!”

 

“So, tell me, when's the date?”

 

“I hate you.”

 

“Of course you do…”

 

There was another long silence.

 

“Fine, you can do the squeal.”

 

“EEEEEE! Daughter in law, is he serious?! No way!!! Did you see Vincent's face!? It was so red! I mean, we're talking strawberry red!”

 

“You've been holding that in for a while huh?”

Angel grinned wide. Danielle was funny when she was alone.

 

“Yeah.”

 

“And you like Vincent...”

Danielle tried to volley the surprise onto her

 

“And you like r--“

No such luck

 

“If you say Reno…”

 

“Rrrrruddddfuuuussseeeenooo”

Smooooooooooooooth.

“Never mind. Just go do your job.”

 

“Meh.”

 

And after what seemed like a harmless enough silence…

 

“…Youlikereno!”

Angel ran by incredibly fast as she said this.

 

“ANGEL!”

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Did that work? Maybe it did. I don't know, I can't tell. Anyway, that was day fourteen. Have fun with that. Yeah.