Forever Yours Chapter 1: Flashback, a final fantasy vii fanfic

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in Final Fantasy VII, but I do own this plot.

Summary: A loud noise stirs Vincent from his sleep temporarily. He sees a small boy, around five or six years old, trying to get him out. After 32 years, will they remember each other?

A/N: I'm been aching to write a Vincent/Sephiroth story and now here it is. It takes place right after Advent Children.

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Forever Yours:

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Chapter One: Flashback:

Thud…Thud…Thud…

What was that noise?

A groan ripped from his lips. The pain in his head was great. His body was acting up on him again, and there was nothing he could do. His senses were heightening, and now his ears could almost hear is blood pumping through his veins.

Thud…Thud…Thud…

He cracked a crimson-colored eye open and saw a chair hit his containment. Who was throwing chairs at his glass pod? The chair bounced off and fell into broken pieces on the ground. His red eyes scanned the area and connected with a pair of bright glowing emerald ones.

What was he doing here?

The boy he spotted had shoulder-length silver-hair. He was very young and looked around five or six. He was in nothing but some white shorts. His bright emerald eyes held a look of fierceness and determination. The red-eyed man couldn't move his arms, but luckily he could move his mouth. At first, he was about to ask why was a child running around here, but then he remembered a child that was born here.

"Sephiroth…", he muttered.

"I don't know who you are or how you know my name, but I want to help you", the silver-haired child said as he went to grab another chair.

He was Lucrecia's child. Lucrecia…the woman he loved dearly. He could see a lot of her within the child. The boy suddenly stopped and walked up to him. His small pale hands touched the glass, and soon the side of his face pressed up against the glass. The boy looked worried about him, but why?

"What's your name?", he asked.

"Vincent…", the red-eyed man muttered.

He stared at the child and wondered what the youth was going to do next. The silver-haired boy began stroking the glass with his hand. What was he doing? The bright emerald eyes were closed shut.

Vincent held a violent stroke of pain run down his spine, and he gasped. The green liquid that went down his throat didn't help. In fact, it helped it, and the pain spread throughout his body. His body jerked around, kicking and hitting the closed glass walls around him. The boy, Sephiroth, took a couple of steps back with his eyebrows knitted together in an even greater worry.

"Vincent, what's wrong?", he asked.

The red-eyed man lost all sense of control, and very loud roar ripped from his lips. The silver-haired youth's lips began to tremble as he kept stepping back. He looked lost and confused on what to do next. He suddenly gripped the sides of his head and closed his eyes. He began shaking his head and finally began yelling.

"Tell me how to help you!", he yelled.

"Go…get out of here, Sephiroth!", the older man yelled better upcoming roars.

The noise sounded familiar to the red-eyed man. Images of the woman he loved screaming and panicking filled is mind, and he felt a tear slip down his pale cheek. His mouth couldn't tell the boy what to do because the animalistic sounds coming from his lips prevent him too much talking.

His body continued to squirm around, and he could feel insides do twists. The bubbles were everywhere in the green liquid he was in and flowing upwards. The pod shook with the power that was coming out of him.

The silver-haired watched in horror as he saw a pair of wings sprout from the older man's back. The roars continued, and he could see long fangs from his opened mouth. His red eyes transformed into a golden color. The youth inhaled sharply and grabbed the nearest chair.

"I can't leave…", the boy muttered as he charged towards the pod with the chair held high in his hands.

Once he was close, he swung the chair and broke it instantly, leaving a small crack in the glass. He balled up his fist.

"I can't leave you…", he muttered and rammed his small fist into the glass where the crack was.

The glass shattered around the area where he attacked, and green liquid pooled out of it. The silver-haired boy jump back and let the vile liquid spill out onto the floor. The roars seemed to get louder, and the thrashing got wilder. The older man's leg fell out of the whole that was made, and the boy grabbed his blue pant leg and tried to pull him out.

"Sephiroth, what are you doing, boy?", a loud voice shouted across the room.

The silver-haired youth's head spun around and saw a man with long black hair in a ponytail. He had glass and a long white coat on. He ignored the man and continued to help Vincent inside. The wings stretched out and broke the monster who had taken over Vincent out from inside.

Glass flew everywhere, and both the black-haired man and boy tried to dodge it. The monster kicked out of the boy's grip and made the youth fall onto the floor on his back.

Clink…Clink…Clink…

The boy looked at his pocket and noticed the thing he had in it was gone. He looked to his right and saw a glowing green ball bouncing away from him. The black-haired man ran towards the boy as he lifted the ball and aimed it at the monster that was glaring at them.

The monster was looking at them like they were prey with his fangs bared. The orb in the boy's hand glowed brightly, and as soon as the monster saw it, he let out a blood-curdling roar and fell to his knees. He gripped the sides of his head and shook violently. His golden eyes were clenched shut, and after a few seconds of roaring and squirming, he hit the ground with a loud thud.

"Vincent!", the boy cried as he got up to run by the man's side.

The black-haired man growled and kicked the boy's legs out from under him. Before he could hit the ground, the older man grabbed him by his silver-hair and yanked him to his face.

"You're going to pay for this boy", he hissed and snatched the green orb out of the boy's hands.

The older man put the boy down and dragged Vincent's unconscious body over to an operating table. The wings began to fade away as he started to change back to normal. The silver-haired boy wasn't at ease though. The green liquid that spilled out completely covered the floor of the room.

The black-haired man put Vincent on the operating table and strapped him down tightly. He spun around and glared at the silver-haired youth. The boy back away, but his eyes were still glued onto the unconscious male on the table. The scientist approached the boy and picked him up by his hair roughly and walked out of the room.

"No, we can't leave him here!", the boy cried.

The scientist smirked and said, "You've got worse coming to you".

The boy was confused about what he was talking about. The older man quickly rushed down the hall and entered the nearest room that he found. Inside of the room were another operating table with shelves and other tables filled with needles.

The silver-haired youth squirmed in the older male's arms and tried to leave the room, but the man scowled and threw the boy on the operating table, strapping him down just as tightly as Vincent. Fear froze the child as the scientist started to tear off his clothes with a knife.

The chilly air didn't make it any better once his pale skin felt it. He didn't everything in his power to break his restraints, but the straps were metal. The scientist reached down and grabbed the boy's small and fragile member, making him thrash about.

"Stop it!", the child cried.

The black-haired man picked up the knife and pressed it against his white neck, "Silence, boy".

He whimpered, and the sick man let go of his member to grab a needle. He placed the needle in a vein in his arm, and without warning, shoved it in as deep as he could. The boy yelped in pain and felt the strange liquid invade his bloodstream. His bright emerald eyes started to get heavy, and before he knew it, he was met with a deep slumber.

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A/N: This is the shortest chapter I've ever written. If you review, it'll be longer. I promise. I'm just suffering from writer's block again. I might need a beta for this. If you want to be the beta for this story, please tell me.