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Summary: AU. Vincent is a legendary pirate who is cursed with immortality. Sephiroth is Midgar's most prized general, whose deeds are equally celebrated, ordered to catch him. What if the notorious pirate also decides to seize the proud General captive for a certain purpose?

Warning: This fanfiction contains shounen-ai/yaoi contents, in other words, male/male relationship. If you find the said contents disturbing, I suggest you leave this page immediately. You've been warned, so please don't flame me about that. (Also it's un-beta-ed.)

Pairing: Vincent/Sephiroth. (Yes, I'm one of those who firmly believe that Hojo is Sephiroth's biological father.) Minor Zack/Cloud. May have other pairings when the story progresses.

Note: I was watching PotC the other day and my sister said that Jack Sparrow's headband reminded her of Vincent, so…yes, that's where this idea came up. And since I've always wanted to write a FFVII yaoi fanfic, here's the not-so-surprising result.

Prologue: Those who are called Legend

"Priscilla! Priscilla!" An old man called, trying to squint through the blinding veil of darkness as he wandered along the quiet stone paved street in search of his granddaughter. It was getting late in the night, already an hour or two past the curfew but his granddaughter hadn't returned yet.

"Priscilla!" The old man called again—this time even louder—as he walked closer and closer to the beach where his granddaughter loved to visit. The sand was delicately soft under his feet and every time he took a step, it left a vivid footprint. In the distant, he could hear the sound of the dark waves crashing against the shore, which became louder and louder as he approached. And not long after, he heard the familiar voice of a whistle.

"Priscilla!" The man called—anger could be detected in his hoarse voice.

The little girl blinked and turned—the small red whistle still in between her lips. "Grandpa?" She said, blinking again, innocently.

The old man scowled. "Don't you know it's past your curfew already? Quick, come home."

Priscilla's head drooped, apparently not wanting to go. "But Grandpa, Mr. Dolphin…"

"No 'but', Priscilla. Come now or do you want Vincent Valentine to pop out of nowhere and capture you to his demon ship?"

On hearing that, the little girl's eyes widened in instant fear and she vehemently shook her head. "Nu-uh, Grandpa."

"Then, now, let's go home."

The little girl nodded and with one last goodbye wave to her dolphin friend, turned and followed the old man back to their home.

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"Hey, Cloud, do you think that Vincent Valentine really exists?" asked a tall, muscular man with long spiky black hair. Having head the conversation between the old man and the little girl a little earlier, he was curious about his quieter friend's opinion.

Cloud, a slightly younger, smaller man with short blond hair, also spiky, entered the bar after his companion, closing the old wooden door behind him. Cloud didn't say anything, only shrugged as he followed his dark haired porcupine head friend to the counter. Then, after finding themselves comfortable enough seats and downing a few glasses of sweet liquor, he spoke up:

"I don't know if it's true but I heard a rumor about him being seen in Costa del Sol last week."

That earned him and instant burst of laughter from his friend, Zack who almost choked on his drink. "Man, that was funny, Cloud. Costa del Sol, you say? That's the last place pirates, let alone good old Vinny, would ever visit! It's too crowed and hot and sunny and has girls in bikini and more girls in bikini and…"

Cloud shook his head. "You ask about my opinion, so I just say it. But…" Golden brows creased up as he seemed to be thinking—more seriously than his laughing friend. "You know, when it's crowed, it's easier to blend in and hide."

Zack stared at him as if he had grown two heads with another head being a Chocobo. "Cloud…"

"What?" The blond raised a brow, backing from his mildly drunk friend a little. He knew what was coming. Oh boy, did he know…

"That was genius, my friend Cloudy boy!" Zack boomed, immediately throwing himself at the smaller blond who gave a silent squeak at the evil weight of a fully grown and muscular man being bestowed upon him like a blessing of doom from Satan himself as he fell back in his chair…

"Owww!"

…And hit the solid floor. Hard. With a laughing Zack on top of him.

Damn. Cloud mentally swore as he tried to shove the unholy weight off of him. Why did it always have to be him? Oh dear god why?

"So you think our dear Vinny really does exist." Zack stated with a serious face despite their very promising position, not bothering to get up yet.

"Zack…get…off…" Cloud breathed. "You're…heavy."

Violet eyes blinked. Once. Twice. And then their owner grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, pal." He said, getting up and helping Cloud to his feet. The younger one sighed and picked up his fallen chair.

"If this 'Vinny' you are talking about is Vincent Valentine, I've heard from a reliable source that the rumor rings true about him being in Costa del Sol."

"What?" Zack turned abruptly at the voice. It was the bar master. "Oh no, old man, not you too. The story of Vincent Valentine is just a fairy tale."

"A legend." The bar master corrected, grimly.

Zack took another sip from his drink. "No, old man, you don't know what a legend is until you've seen it with your own eyes." He pointed two fingers at each of his eyes and grinned. "And I've seen it. The legend isn't a man who you don't know if he really exists or not. That's just a fairy tale. But the real legend that really exists and still alive, living and breathing, is the man I work with."

His grin grew wider as he leaned in as if the information was top-secret. Cloud shook his head at his friend's act of childishness but couldn't help a smile.

"General Sephiroth."

Their respectable commander, General Sephiroth was truly…a real live legend.

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A thumping sound of heavy boots against wooden floor resounded through the hallway. And when it couldn't get any louder, it came to a halt.

"What do you send for me for, father?" The words were calm and neutral yet the last word sounded a little, though obviously, forced.

A thin middle-aged man, wearing round spectacles on the tip of his pointed nose, with black hair—some of the strands were already grey—that was tied into a loose pony tail slowly turned, his lips wearing a twisted smirk that, although a usual expression for him, was enough to send a baby crying, for it was so twisted as if he was an incarnation of the devil, if not the devil himself.

That sly grin widened even more as he took in the sight of his only son. "Why don't you sit down first, Sephiroth?" He offered generously, beckoning for his tall son to sit down on the bed next to him.

"…" The silver haired-man did as he was told, cat-like green eyes that glowed with a strange light even in the dark fixed on the man he called 'father' intensely. Although his expression was neutral—almost expressionless—it was very obvious that his relationship with his father wasn't ideally pleasant.

Being a war-hero, the most cherished general of Midgar was one thing but…being the son of an ambitious physician-appointed-royal counselor was another thing, for if there was anything he hated more than being mistaken for a girl because of his long, flowing hair, it was this man.

"How do you feel being called a live legend, Sephiroth?" The white-clad man asked casually, the grin never leaving his thin lips. "Does it feel good to be highly honored like a god, hmm? You know you're even more honored than Shinra himself. How wonderful is that?" He mused out loud, amusement dancing behind his black beady eyes as he reached one skinny hand out to touch Sephiroth's silky exotic colored-locks, playing with them as if in fascination. "My…how much you resemble your mother…but your hair and eyes are always a wonder to me…"

Despite Sephiroth's face being completely stoic—electric green orbs narrowed slightly as they glared at the man's fingers in absolute disdain. "Just get to the business, Hojo."

As if broken from the trance, Doctor Hojo looked up at his son's face with one raised eyebrow and seeing the built-up anger in those cat-like eyes; he withdrew his hand and shook his head, still chuckling softly. "No sense of humor at all, have you?" He then turned back to the parchment he had been reading, lying just a little bit to his right and picked it up, handing it to his son.

Sephiroth's brow creased slightly as he took the parchment, paying with utmost attention not to make any contact with Hojo's hand. And as he read the text scribbled on it over and over as if to make sure if he had read it right, the General finally looked up, a name that he was once told was just fictional sounding from his parted lips.

"Vincent Valentine?" Quickly followed was the question that was easily expected. "Isn't that just a fairy tale? At least you told me it is…"

Hojo now had a cocky smirk plastered on his face. "I didn't know you actually listen to me, son."

Sephiroth frowned, looking as if he was contemplating a difficult matter. Eventually, he stood up, turning his back on the sitting man. "Tell Shinra, I shall catch him." With that he walked out of the room with grace equaled that of a proud feline, long silvery hair swaying freely behind him.

The royal counselor watched his son go with a satisfied look. "This is going to be interesting, my old friend, Vincent. Very interesting." He folded the parchment and placed it on top of the pile on the nearby table, cackling now and then ever so mischievously.

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It was late, in the darkest hour of the waning moon night when ordinary population roamed the land of slumber and when the nocturnal creatures reached their most favored feast that an enormous ship emerged from the veil of thick mist in the middle of the black, black sea.

The ship was an even darker color built up solely all over with the strongest ebony with a winged demon statue attached on the front of the hull and the topmast so high as if challenging the sky decorated with flag the picture of the Cerberus; a three headed canine that guarded the door to hell. The ragged sails were also of blackest black.

All in all, it would be easy for the ship to blend into the veil of darkness if it wasn't for the cursed name of the ship that was painted all in crimson:

Chaos.

TBC

That was the prologue for this story. The next chapters will be longer. And yes, Hojo is always a bastard. (Though sometimes I think he just has the sickest kind of humor.) It's an Alternate Universe but some other things do not change much. Also Vincent will make his real appearance in the next chapter along with some other characters.

Review would be greatly welcomed and appreciated. :)