Hey guys, I'm back from the dead with this story here.. It has been sitting in my computer for over a year and so now I wish to reignite my love for FFVII and my lovely Vincent. So prepare yourself, this story ain't beta-ed. I hope it's still readable though. I always wanted to do a Genesis/Vincent fic but My love for Seph/Vin overpowered it so I'm adding a little bit of both.

Enjoy~

~+Fading Memories+~

Vincent Valentine, currently 19, in college, young, sexy and ultimately, single. The raven haired student was questioning his sexuality the moment he found himself looking at his best friend in a sort of sexual way. In fact, on the same night he had a special dream which left him mortified and shaken to the core. Now, let's rewind the tape, and go back the day before.

Genesis was sticking around his locker, as usual. The said genius of a college student was tapping his feet impatiently on the wooden floor of ShinRa academy. "Gods… how can he be late when I called him 4 times in the morning?!" he grumbled under his breath. Growling softly in frustration, he counted to 10, hoping, no. Praying that he would not kill his best friend the moment he spotted black and red. After all, only a handful can withstand his temper. Wait a minute… If Vincent is one of those who can withstand his temper.. then he wouldn't be praying NOT to kill his best pal. Oh goody!! So now he CAN kill that late bastard. Genesis may be a patient person but his patience was not to be tested.

And here comes the said late bastard. Raven hair stood out in the midst of blonds, silvers, oranges… red… green… you get the idea. His pony tail apparently chasing after it's owner as Vincent swish through the crowd, eventually making his way to Genesis. The genius crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.

"Took you long enough dear Vincent Valentine whom I have called 4 times in 15minutes."

Vincent sensed the slight anger in Genesis's tone. The male felt guilty for making his friend wait for him. They made plans that morning before their first class, to go to the library to research about lupus. Since their perverted professor Hojo decidedly to make revenge on Genesis for being a smartass in his class and threw Vincent in for the fun of it. Vincent gave Genesis an apologetic look and held the brown paper bag in his hand awkwardly. Genesis sighed. Vincent was glad his best friend decided to forgive him this time seeing his condition.

"Vincent, just eat your breakfast along the way to the library okay? Either that, or you go and I proceed to the library and do the work for us."

Vincent reached into the bag and got his bread out while replying to Genesis. "But we're suppose to do it together dummy… Hojo would kill me if he had a sudden urge to ask something like so.. Vincent… have you done.. any REAL experiment… to prove Lupus is transmitted through sex with Genesis?"

Genesis stopped dead in his tracks and stared at Vincent wide eyes.

"What?" the said man was oblivious to the double meaning joke he made.

"Sex… and my name in the same sentence?" Genesis blinked twice before laying his palm on Vincent's forehead. The raven haired man swatted Genesis's hand away like it was an annoying piece of paper.

"What's wrong with that?"

"Vincent.. did you realise you just somehow ask to have sex with me?"

Vincent paused his eating and stared at Genesis. "Are you sick Gen? Because the last time I checked you have a libido, I have a libido, and we both have only one hole that's used to excrete faeces; and NO! I'm not requesting for sex you idiot. If I were to ask for sex wouldn't I be putting my life on the line by seducing you and risk having my spine broken in 4 parts?"

Genesis pondered for awhile. "Good point. Well argued, though a little rogue don't you think?"

"Always the smartass comment. No wonder Hojo likes to torture you." Vincent chuckled. He bit off the last piece of bread and tossing the crumpled paper bag into the nearest bin he could find before running slightly to catch up to Genesis.

"and you love me for it." Genesis retorted back before turning around abruptly stopping in his tracks. Vincent, who unfortunately did not foresee the halt, almost crashed into Genesis. Their noses were barely touching and lips were a kiss away. Genesis blinked. Vincent blinked before they both sprung away from each other like rubber chicken on wall before staring at each other in silence.

Okay… that was… awkward… Vincent mused. Both parties tried to stare each other down. Now, standing outside in the open Zen garden where the library was only a few steps away. The onlookers were curious. Sara blinked and shook her head. Boys will always be boys. Desperate to stop his maddening silence, Genesis straightened his posture.

"I think I'd better do this alone Vincent."

"-but"

"-not buts. You'd better get ready to spend some cash tonight at Seventh Heaven."

Vincent sighed in defeat. No one could change Genesis's mind when he has set his mind on doing it. "Alright… dinner's on me too."

"Your place?"

"Yup. I'll be making pasta."

Genesis nodded and waved goodbye before heading into the library. So much for a great morning… Vincent groaned inwardly. Now what was he suppose to do? The poor man had 2 hours to kill before his first class started. It was only 8am in the morning. He plopped down onto the hard wooden bench near him and sighed loudly, tilting his head upwards, facing the blue skies and fluffy clouds.

How I wish I could fly.

Vincent's sight wandered onto his college third block. The block was basically empty most of the time. It was labelled as the creative block. Well, not because it has the 7 different kinds of colours in the rainbow with a wide range of shades, but because it was the block for art classes, music, pottery and allsorts. Then again, Vincent was studying in a Science college. Why the hell would anyone apply for the classes in that block? Well. Actually there were some.. but only a handful. The rest were just too busy trying to survive in their ICT classes than to spend an hour getting mud on their hands. Just then Vincent spotted the music room. The room with the grand piano and nothing else. May be he would go there and play a song or two… that he remembers.

He got up and headed towards the room which was quite a walk away. Nearing the piano room, he distinctively heard a soft melody sifting through the air. It was sweet, and melancholy, telling a story no one will hear unless they know what they want to hear. Vincent closed his eyes and savoured the sound. Then the sweet melody had stopped all of a sudden the moment he stepped in front of the door. A gust of wind forcefully pushed the door open, Vincent covered himself with his arms protecting himself from the forceful gush of wind before settling down. Vincent took a deep breath and blinked. What had just happened? Ghosts or something? Vincent shook off the thought as a figment of his imagination before moving into the room.

He touched the seat of the piano; It was still warm. Someone was here… and they left.. not long ago. That explains the sweet melody he heard when he was on the way up. Pale, long fingers graced the Grand piano hood. Vincent felt the cold hard and smooth glossy surface of the instrument before seating himself on the chair. His fingers, on the white key just lightly touching it. Slowly he moved his fingers across the keys without pressing them, an imitation if you must describe it. The melody he heard earlier drifted through the hollow empty room as a figment of it's memory lie in the wake of the souls. The college student stopped and savoured what he remembered. He wanted; no, he needed to know who played that melody.

His fingers started moving on it's own accord, playing the song by his hearing and his memory of his heart. The song had somehow carved itself deep in Vincent's soul. Sad, melancholy, peaceful, drawing itself on his soul. But as he played, he could tell something was amiss. Something was missing. And that something was probably what drew him to the song alone. Every song a person plays reflect their soul, reflects their mind, like mirrors, like tellers of the wind weaving a story of a life.

Looking at the white circular wall clock across the piano, he noted the time. He had to leave before he's late for class. Leaving, he looked back at the room. Memories flooded him in that few seconds. His childhood, his father.. Grimoire Valentine, his mother.. whom he had never met and his father had never told him why. He loved his father dearly, the only reminder he belonged in his world and had constantly coached him through his life, and the fateful day where an accident happened in his laboratory that brought emptiness into Vincent's life. Now, the only person whom probably is the next most important thing in his life is Genesis. His only friend who stuck by him and did not judge him based on his childhood.

Grimoire's death had been all over the newspaper, television, and internet. I feel sorry for Vincent… Vincent.. are you alright?... Vincent… Vincent… how are you dear…? How are you coping…? Vincent… if you want to talk… I'm always open to you… Vincent.. it's alright… that's life.. they come and go… He felt so tired, so tired of hearing condolences and sympathetic pitiful stares he encountered 2 years ago. But the funny part was how Genesis greeted him for the first time when he was a wreck. His marks were going down the drain, he began to fade into the background.

"Wake up you idiot! You are yourself and you have the power to change who you are but you cannot hide what you are. A human. So wake up and get your ass moving."

Oh how Vincent chuckled at that flashback. Genesis was probably the one who managed to get him out of his shell. A soft smile graced his lips before finally the door of the music room closed.

Somewhere at the end of the hallway, fading footsteps could be heard. Leaving no traces but the disappearing echo of rubber on wooden tiles.

~+Fading memories+~

The day flew by and Genesis had completed the work a tad bit late. Hojo had flung the report into one of his 'I will never going to check it so pray you're feeling lucky because I'm giving you a B' bin. The best part about college life was that you only have one or two classes a day. Genesis had his Chemistry class after Biology so he headed to the next block while Vincent had the rest of the day to himself. Living in the house his father had left behind had it's quirks. Grimoire Valentine had left him enough money to last through University and probably start his own business. The house was a humble two-story bungalow with a small balcony in the master bedroom and a small garden where Vincent grew some fruits and vegetables like tomatoes. Genesis occasionally called him lady green fingers and laughed it off but he helped Vincent anyway since he came by often to leech on Vincent's amazing culinary skill.

Being 19 and all has it's ups and downs. The best part was, you can drive, but on the other hand, where's the car? So Vincent normally walks to school or Genesis picks him up from his house. Since his best friend was probably snoring in his class, Vincent has to walk home. Chuckling softly he made his way to the nearest grocery store to stock up his fridge. Moving around the aisle, he spotted the last pack of pasta. Reaching out to grab it, another hand came out of nowhere and snatched it away before he could get his hands on it. Slightly irritated, he gave a sigh before looking at his pasta robber.

Platinum blond hair framed smooth porcelain flesh. Vincent had the urge to reach out and touch it to see if it was cold. His red eyes stared at his pasta robber. The so called pasta robber was indeed in fact a male. No matter how pretty he was, it was pure fact he was a male.

"You're staring." His robber stated the pure fact. His emerald green eyes reflected Vincent's expression of dumbstruck and awe.

What a way to introduce yourself. Vincent mentally sacked himself.

"Yes.. and that's my pasta you're holding." Vincent eyed the pack of hard swirly uncooked pasta.

"Oh.. I see. Here, you can have it." The pasta robber dropped the pasta into Vincent's basket and walked away hurriedly. He left a curious and confused Vincent behind. The student shrugged and proceed to the other aisle. Potato, check. Pasta, check. Tuna, check. Sardine, check. Olive oil, check. Tomato, check. Mushroom… mushroom…? Dammit.. Vincent cursed inwardly. Another trip to the other side of the supermarket area. After double checking he queued up and paid the cashier.

It was already 4pm by the time he was halfway home. The sun was slightly tipping over the edge as he saw the faint outline of his house. Vincent increased his walking pace and fished out the key from his pocket. After locking the doors, Vincent made a beeline towards his kitchen where he placed the brown grocery bag on the counter. Vincent walked over to the closet and removed his coat. It was early Autumn now. The leaves were turning a lovely shade of yellow. His garden was going into hibernation soon so he had to buy groceries for the time being. Vincent went into the kitchen again and hunted for his apron in the drawer.

"Time to get busy." Vincent said out loud to himself before rolling up his sleeves and got to work on the pasta he promised Genesis. Slice, dice, and WALA! Pasta. And It was already nearing 6pm. Enough time to whip some pudding and salad since Genesis told him earlier when they met at the hallway that he'll be over at his house at 7.30pm. Searching for the pudding mix he made caramel pudding and put them in the fridge and the salad along with the pasta. Feeling a little disgusted because he hasn't taken his shower Vincent headed towards the bathroom.

~*~*~*~*~*~

That night, Genesis waited patiently outside for Vincent to open the door for him. Vincent on the other hand had his arms full of pasta. Literally. A big bowl of pasta on one hand while another, a big bowl of sauce. "Coming!!!!" Vincent yelled to inform Genesis that he knows he is there.

Genesis leaned on the doorstep post, huddling closer into his long coat. Glancing around, he noticed it was still quite bright in Midgar and it was only 6pm. Sigh.. He's always late. Even answering the door. Just as he finished his sentence, The door opened and a dishevelled Vincent appeared. His friend was panting slightly, and his eyes were dilated.

Genesis raised an eyebrow. "What did you do? Masturbate?!"

Vincent snorted and opened the door bigger for Genesis to get in. Unfortunately for Vincent, his red checker box apron got caught on the door hinges and just as he started to move forward, the apron held him back with a thug and the string snapped and the next thing the two boys knew, Genesis was on top of a groaning Vincent.

"Ow.. I'm in pain.."

"At least I had the clumsy oaf for a cushion."

Vincent opened his eyes, only to find his view obscured by two sea green orbs staring intently back at him. Both the college boys froze. Vincent's breath hitched, and his mouth parted and a tongue snaked out to lick his dry lips unconsciously. Genesis's gaze averted from Vincent's beautiful ruby eyes to his thin pink lips then up to his eyes again. Both of them was trapped in a world of their own as they moved closer to each other slowly and their lips met. It was a soft touch at first, then their lips slowly melded together. It was bliss, Vincent never knew Genesis could kiss so well. But he should, after all, the man did have quite a number of girlfriends in the past.

Suddenly, Genesis's head snapped up as he realised who he was kissing. His eyes widened so much Vincent worried his eyeballs might fall out. Then the smarted one of the two sprung up rigidly and coughed.

"I think.. May be I should go.." Genesis croaked out. He couldn't believe he kissed his best mate. And worst of all, he did that BEFORE they supposedly gotten drunk.

Vincent blushed and nodded. There was an awkward silence between both of them, which is very rare since Genesis would snap and end up saying something sarcastic then Vincent would roll his eyes and retort back. But.. how could you retort a kiss? Grab the guy's crotch?! No no.. that's just plain wrong.. BAD THOUGHT VINCENT BAD THOUGHT!!

Genesis muttered an apology before getting out of the house.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Vincent groaned softly.. There was a presence under his blanket and it was creeping up his body. There was something warm and wet tracing his inner thighs and a warm hand on the other, softly caressing up and down his leg. As the warm and wet object moved, it hovered dangerously near his crotch. The hand that was stroking his thighs moved up as well, and he felt his butt being groped.

The college student moaned and parted his legs unwillingly. Then the presence moved up again, purposely pressing itself on Vincent's crotch. He could feel his arousal against the warm skin of the intruder, only separated by the thin fabric of his pants. The intruder moved further up and made himself known.

"Genesis?!" Vincent blurted out.

The said man smirked and pinched both Vincent's nipples in unison, effectively breaking his best mate's guard. Vincent's toes curled and he arched off the bed. Genesis smirked again and whispered into Vincent's ear.

"You like it Vincent?"

His voice was sweet and sultry, the very essence of seduction itself. Vincent arched when Genesis leaned down and took his nipple into his mouth.

"Ahhh!!!"

"GAH!!" Vincent arched up and came in his pants. His eyes snapped open and blinked. It was a dream. It was only a dream. Vincent groaned and shivered as his blanket slid off his sweaty body. What the hell just happened?!

Vincent cursed softly and sighed loudly. "I'm going mad." He turned to look at the clock. 12 am… Right on the dot. Vincent pondered. He didn't want to sleep in soiled pants.. So he got out of bed. He shivered as the cold night winds caress his body softly. Wait.. wind? I thought I locked the windows! The man's head snapped to the door leading to his balcony.

The door was open and his translucent curtains was billowing in the wind softly. Silvery strands of silk appeared as Vincent finally took a good look. Amidst the billowing cotton curtains was a being with long silvery white hair framing a rather handsome but porcelain face with eerie emerald green eyes. It reminded him of a portrait he saw in his father's table, a small locket with a picture of a young child with amazing green eyes and shoulder length platinum blond hair. But no… this male.. this… being.. had silver hair. He was dressed in a long black trench coat, slightly wet from the rain earlier after Genesis left.

Speaking of Genesis… Vincent's cheeks heated up as he remembered the dream earlier. Nonono.. concentrate back on reality.. The stranger threw Vincent a lopsided grin and took a step closer. Vincent however.. .

"Who are you and where the hell do you think you are?!" He glared.

The stranger took another step forward but he disappeared all of a sudden. Vincent was rooted to the spot. An angel? A ghost?! Questions were running through Vincent's brain like wildfire. Then strong arms encircled his waist and h\e unmistakeably felt lips caressing his ear from behind.

"His blood who sings to me…"

Okay guys, so here's the first bit of the cookies. I don't know where this is going and I hope I can twist this story to everyone's liking (and mine :P). So tell me what you think of this.. (and yes, I know my writing is deranged)