Disorder Heaven(FFVII: DC)-Vincent Valentine-

Name: Psyrin Belle
Job: Ex-Turk, ex-SOLIDER, Assassin, Monster Exterminater
Age: 23
Weapon: Death God(katana), Soul Reaper(long range, and sniper gun)
Height: 5'6"
Birthdate: July 5
Birthplace: Kalm
Blood type: O
Appearence: Will be shown in picture.
Okay.
"Get up! Get up right now! Do you have any idea what time it is?!" Psyrin sat up out of her bed and looked at the clock.
"Eight... In the morning..." she answered.
"Exactly! You woke up an hour late!!" her mother screamed.
Psyrin sighed like a tired old woman. "Can't you just let me sleep in for once? Can't you just let me be a kid, instead of making me be the adult? I'm only seven years old!"
Her mother slapped her hard across the face. "Don't talk to your elders like that," she hissed bitterly. "And besides. I'm getting old, and you need to learn to take charge when I'm gone. Now get up and start your chores." With that, Psyrin's mother left the room.
Psyrin was cleaning the bathtub when her mother came charging in with the cup that she(Psyrin) used for water the night before.
"What is this?!" she yelled.
"It's a cup of water.."
"Why was it in your room!"
"...Because I drank water before bed."
"What did I say about things being in your room when they don't belong there?!"
Psyrin threw the brush that she was using to scrub the bathtub with.
"Why are you freaking out about it?! It was just water, and this was the first time I brought a cup into my room!" she yelled back. Her mother's eyes widened with rage and her lips curled. She threw the cup at Psyrin, and it hit the wall behind her, the pieces scattering, gouging cuts into her face and arms.
"Clean that up!" she yelled. Psyrin didn't move. Her mother marched up to her, took her bangs, which were in her(Psyrin's) face and yanked at them.
"Do what I say! And move your disgusting hair out of your face! Why don't you smile for once!?" she hollared.
"Why?! Why don't I smile?! It's because of you! You make my life miserable!" Psyrin screamed.
"Well if I make you so miserable, then leave! Get out of my house! I never want to see your face again!"
"FINE!" Psyrin shoved her mother out of her way and stomped out the door, slamming it behind her.
...
Psyrin was sitting under a large, dead, tree, huddling up against the cold winter, since she didn't stop to get a jacket before she left. Her clothes were still dirty from the various chores that she had done that morning, and she was still bleeding, her face was still red from the slap her mother gave, she basically just looked like a poor girl who lived on the streets for a long time. People were passing her by, but not bothering to stop and offer her a warm coat(because her clothes were quite thin) or ask her what was wrong and what happened.
She heard all sorts of different conversations going on. "What so-and-so was going to do for Christmas," "If so-and-so planned to get to get together with what's-her-face"... Psyrin didn't expect someone to actually stop in front of her and ask her how she was doing. She looked up and saw a handsome young man in a blue suit and black coat. He was a complete stranger, but he was kind enough to talk to her.
Blushing from embarrassment, Psyrin turned away. The young man knelt down beside her and said, "My name is Vincent. Vincent Valentine. And what's your name?" Psyrin slowly lifted her head, so that she was staring him straight in his crimson eyes. "M-My name is Ps-Psyrin Belle..." she studdered. Vincent frowned.
"You're lips are turning blue." He took off his jacket and offered it to her. She looked at it, quite unsure if she should take it or not. "Go on, you look like you could use a little warmth," he said, still not smiling. Psyrin hesitantly took it and wrapped it around herself. It was still warm from his body. She bowed her head and muttered a quiet thanks. Vincent said nothing and stood to full height. He offered Psyrin his gloved hand, gesturing that she should come with him. Psyrin looked at his hand for a moment, and then glared at him suspiciously. "I don't go anywhere with people I don't know..." she muttered.
This time, Vincent's lips curled into a mocking smirk. "It's better to stay out here, in the freezing cold, and where men can rape you on the spot then I suppose?" he asked. Psyrin considered the thought. He did show her kindness, and suppose he was going to take her some place warm? She stood up too, but didn't take his hand. Psyrin just followed Vincent through the crowd, to where ever he was leading her. About ten minutes of walking, and Psyrin bumped into Vincent's back when he suddenly stopped. "How about we catch a cab?" he said. He stuck out his hand, and a taxi stopped in front of him. Vincent opened the door, and waited until Psyrin was inside before climbing in himself. "ShinRa building please," Vincent said. The female driver looked at Psyrin from her mirror and smiled. "Is it bring your daughter to work day?" she commented.
"No, I don't think so. And this isn't my daughter," Vincent said.
After getting out of the cab, Vincent led Psyrin into the building, where he checked in and went up several floors by elevator. Occationaly, his co-workers would stare at the little girl clinging closely to Vincent's side.
When the door of the elevator opened to a dark corridor, Vincent took his way down the hall into a dark office. The office looked like a regular office: Couch on one wall, desk and chair in a corner, a few paintings on the wall, and so on and so forth. Behind the desk sat a blonde woman. She stood when Vincent entered. Her eyes went to Psyrin immediately. Vincent signaled for the girl to stay next to the door while he went to the woman and spoke with her in low whispers.
The woman stepped out from behind her desk and approached Psyrin, her hand outstretched. "Hello, my name is Lucrecia, and may I ask your name?" she said. Psyrin told her, and took the woman's hand, shaking it.
"My my... How old are you?"
"I'm seven."
"Seven? Good heavens. Vincent here told me that he found you on the streets. Aren't you a little young to be on your own?"
"I may be young, but I'm just as mature as you or him."
Lucrecia smiled. "Come. You look like you could use some sleep. Why don't you take a nap there on the couch, and when you wake up, I'll answer any of your questions, which I'm sure you have plenty of."
*Sleep.*
When Psyrin awoke, she was covered by a warm blanket, and she was cleaned of the dirt and dried blood. Someone had obviously made an attempt to clean her up.
"You're awake!"
Psyrin looked towards the door of the office, and Lucrecia stood there with Vincent. Lucrecia sat down at Psyrin's feet.
"If you have any questions, now's the time to ask," she said. Psyrin merely looked at her.
"I don't have much to ask but.." Psyrin hesitated. "What time is it?" she asked.
Lucrecia looked at her watch. "Three thirty," she answered. "Now, what questions do you want to ask?"
"Actually, I already asked all of my questions..." Psyrin got up. "I'm sorry, I have to go."
"Where to?" Lucrecia asked.
"Back home.." Psyrin said, and left the ShinRa building without another word to Lucrecia or Vincent.
Psyrin wasn't coming back home for her mother, no. She was coming back for her unborn sister who was due today.
When she arrived at the house, nobody was home. She looked around, and still found no one. Psyrin went to her room, and changed into something clean and warm. When she went out into the kitchen, she noticed a note that wasn't there before. "Psyrin. I'm going away. Don't bother to come look for me. Don't worry about your little sister. She'll grow up fine without you." It was in her mom's handwriting. Psyrin sighed. This wasn't much a loss for her. As long as she was going to be left here to live alone, she might as well get a job to pay for it.
*Gets a job.*
Sixteen years later, Psyrin was an Ex-Turk, and an ex-SOLIDER. Although she wanted to see that young man again from her childhood, she had other things to concentrate on, such as her two current jobs. She was twenty-three now. She was currently hunting a rogue herd of(*Making this up.*) daemon dogs who had terrorized a few towns. She caught sight of them, but the monsters weren't alone, they were sniffing affectionately at a few black-cladded men. When they saw her, they smirked.
"So, are you the bastard who's been killin' off our dogs?" one of them asked.
Psyrin frowned at this. "That'd be me." The men grinned nastily at her.
"Great," another one answered. "NOW!"
A net dropped from the trees hanging over Psyrin's head, but she dodged it. A few heads popped out of the leafy branches and blew darts at her. Those missed her too.
"Very nice moves."
"Shut up. Hand over your dogs now, or I'll take you out with them," Psyrin hissed.
The men laughed.
Psyrin heard something approach her from behind, and turned, only to see at least a dozen black-cladded men jumping at her.
They managed to pin her down.
A man, the only man, wearing a white shirt underneathe his black jacket approached her, sneering. He traced her jawline with his fingers.
"For the extermination of our dogs, we're throwing you in the ice coffin... for all eternity."
...
Feh.