Senses

by SHA260

With his enhanced senses, Vincent notices more about the world around him than most people. eContrass between the existence he thought he was doomed to have, and the life he finds himself living. short series of oneshots.

1. Smell

AN: this has been waiting to be finished since Christmas 2008, yes the plot bunny really has been around that long. I'm planning to expand this to five chapters - the senses. Obviously, as Vincent has enhanced senses, he notices a lot more about the world around him. I hope you like them!

Ever since he had regained conciousness in the labs, with the demons in his head, Vincent had found his senses heightened, enhanced, telling him even more about his environment, the surroundings, the people he met. It was one of the reasons he was so wary, he could sense the intentions of those around him, those he was working with.

Reeve, however, was different, he was just a genuinely nice person, that had been one of the first things he had realised when he met the other. From that moment on he had just noticed more and more...

Smell

Since he had escaped the labs and that suffocating atmosphere heavy with fear blood and sharp sterility, the scents of the outside world had overwhelmed him.

When he had begun the association with AVALANCHE, he had been able to learn most about people by how they smelt, and it had fascinated him.

Then he had met Reeve. Their friendship had grown, and finally, after the excitement with Sephiroth was over, Vincent took a job with him.

There was that time when he had seen Reeve just after a shower. There had been a warm, spicy scent in the air, which he eventually identified as being the shampoo the other had used. He could almost place it, it spoke to parts of his memories he had thought he had lost, reminding him of his childhood and the Turk he had once been. Then another scent came to prominence, and he began to panic, it smelt like cyanide, that bitter almond smell which had cost him so much... then he realised it was too sweet to be cyanide, it just smelt like... marzipan... it smelled happy, and together they were a cocktail of smells which overrode his senses, driving away tose ones which had been burned into the cells, the bitter chemical tang of the labs, the oily, greasy, sweaty scent of the scientist, the coppery scent of blood. Slowly the growing familiarity of Reeve's scent wiped away all those memories. He had never known the scent of freedom could be ginger and sweet cyanide.