I own none of the characters...cry with me T-T
"Do you think he's my son?"
Vincent's eyes were dense with sorrow. He was unhappy, like always but something was different, almost horrifying in his voice.
"Who," I asked softly. "Sephiroth?"
"Yes," he answered simply. "I never asked Lucrecia if he was mine..."
His voice choked as he spoke and it almost made me tear up but I had to be strong for him. I began to think. Sephiroth was a horrible person - a man who found pleasure in killing others – even women and children. He would destroy everything and anyone who stood in his way. And Vincent, sure he was a downer sometimes but he would never kill anyone innocent! Lucrecia, Vincent's dead lover, the mother of Sephiroth, she wasn't in anyway like that either...at least I don't think she was. No, Sephiroth could only be the son of Hojo, the man that stole Lucrecia from Vincent.
"No," I said firmly. "I don't think he's your son."
There was a long pause. Vincent was lying on his back on the floor - with only a small couch pillow to rest his head on. He was not looking at me but at the ceiling, surely he was pondering about what I had said.
"I guess I agree," he finally replied. "Besides, he looks nothing like me."
I had to jump in. "Except for maybe the vampire skin!"
It was true. Vincent's skin color was almost pure white but I must say, he looked rather dashing still, especially with his long black locks.
Surprisingly, Vincent laughed at my comment. I had never heard him laugh before, and I had made jokes like that to him constantly! Boy his laugh was contagious...I couldn't help but go along with him. We laughed hysterically for a long time. Tears were rolling down my eyes and Vincent began to clench his stomach. Finally, when the pointless laughing became old, Vincent sighed heavily and turned sideways on the ground.
"God, he looks so much like her," he said softly. "His eyes, his piercing blue eyes, like rain water frozen over. You could almost see right through them."
"When you saw him," I asked smoothly. "Did you see anything through his eyes?"
"Yes," Vincent was not hesitant to answer. "Behind his eyes, I saw a storm."