Disclaimer: I don't own (though I wish I did) the characters or direct quotes used in this fic. They all belong to they're rightful owners. The storyline/plot of this fic however is my own idea.

A/N: Just so everyone knows my stories are rated T just to be safe, as I'm writing from a teenage standpoint. Well I think that's it so Sit back, Relax and Enjoy. (Oh wait one more thing; reviews and comments are most welcome but if you have nothing nice to say please keep it to yourself. Thank you.)

Summery: Deep Ground's experiments had left Shelke unable to feel anything. She could follow any order, including killing, without shedding a single tear or feeling the slightest bit of regret. It is on one of these missions that Shelke comes across, completely by chance, a very well mannered young boy…

Forgotten Tears:

Larsa and Shelke

1.

Vincent Valentine stood in the shadows of the silent town of Edge. His gun was poised and ready to take down any members of Deep Ground he may come across. Vincent had long black hair, brown eyes and wore a black shirt, gray camouflage pants and a long red cape.

Footsteps suddenly echoed around him and Vincent whipped around, only to be faced with a woman pointing a gun at his own gun hand. Vincent started and had blink to get the image of Lucrecia Crescent out of his mind.

"Who are you?" Vincent managed to ask, though somewhat uneasily.

"Who's asking?" The woman demanded, still not lowering her weapon.

"Vincent Valentine, Ma'am. I've been assigned your protection." He answered, lowering his gun and blurting out the last sentence before he could stop himself.

"Ah, the Commissioner's told me all about you. Shalua Rui, WRO." The woman said, finally dropping her gun hand to her side.

Shalua had her brown hair in a ponytail and her almost blind eyes were hidden by her glasses. She wore a dark blue tank top, a black skirt and a white lab coat. "I'm here on other business but something's not right. It's too quiet." She went on, beginning to walk away.

"Other business?"

"The Commissioner says I'm wasting my time, my time searching."

"Searching for what?" Vincent dared to ask.

"For my…reason to live." She answered, turning to him briefly and then continued on her way, Vincent at her heels.

Following silently behind them was a boy with ebony hair and almond eyes.