Well, gang, here it is: the story that was never supposed to exist. The following text is the sequel to Everything He Wanted and All She Couldn't Have. It takes place eighteen years after the first two and centers on Valentine—yuffie and Vincent's son. (You will recall, I'm sure, a little boy named Val at the end of the other two fics, ja?)

And yes, Ezri, before you ask, this was a product of too much time in customer service again. I was working away and Val tapped me on the shoulder and said something to the effect of "All right, dammit. Here I am—do something with me." So I kind of began musing about some grand quest to find his father. THEN like five minutes later, as I'm still musing, he taps me on the shoulder again and says, "By the way, I'm gay." Talk about a way to complicate a story. Not that I'm a homophobe—my roommate is gay and very proud of it. The whole subject is just so controversial that its going to get hard to deal with in writing, because I plan to work that in. not everyone is going ot be happy with the prince of Wutai's lifestyle choice…

But I've bablbed enough for the beginning of one fic! On with the story!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the Final Fantasy franchise, particularly FF7 or its characters and settings. I am only using them for my personal amusement and the amusement of others. No profit is being made from this work of fanfiction, and I am not planning on selling it to anyone. All that being said, I do own Valentine Kisaragi, Faerin, the four Highwind sisters and any other characters I create that did not appear in the origonal game.

"Lord Valentine, your mother calls for you."

Valentine Kisaragi brushed untaimable black hair from his face as he looked over to his mother's handmaiden Kia. "She is awake?"

"And lucid my lord. Her feaver has finally broken and she bid me to fetch you."

"Tell her I will be there presently."

"Yes, my lord."

For a moment, the young prince of Wutai turned his thoughts inward again as he stared out the window of his mother's office. His mother's near fatal feaver may have broken, but that was no guarntee of wellness. She'd been so very sick…

What is going to happen to Wutai if Mother dies? What she did after my grandfather's passing is not something I can maintain—I am not fit to rule this place.

What will I do if she dies?

He turned from the window and its view of the Pagoda of the Five Mighty Gods. Standing there musing would accomplish nothing but angering his mother—and he did not want that.

Even ill, an angry Yuffie Kisaragi was nothing to be trifled with.

ok, i know its not much. but i'm exhausted and couldn't manage to type out more than this. hopefully i'll get another chapter or two hammered out tomorrow and up after work. i have four finished already, and will probably get another in at work tomorrow so, this one should move along quickly. of course, i may forsake this one in favor of the chapter of sunrise i have finished...