AN: FFVII does not belong to me...Thanks to the reviewers of my first fan-fic, I appreciate the encouragement and the tips... (kind of random, but Cloud reminds me of Charlie Brown)...Romance is somewhat out of my element, but I've been trying...this might be terrible...this is my second fan-fic, hopefully you approve...the story gets alittle confusing...I tried...

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"Chaos..."

She walked along the snow covered path. Cold winter winds were blowing breezily, whistling through the still air. The faint sound of chimes were pealing gaily outside. The silent dancing snowflakes were falling slowly from the grey sky. Her tan boots made a rhythm of their own, making soft crunching sounds through the snow. The rhythm stopped...she viewed an old tree.

"Vincent and I used to sit under there." She said to herself. She missed the lovelorn, how he was so dedicated towards her. His unforgettable blood red eyes, resembling his father, Grimoire, every moment she saw him. She walked towards the bare leafless tree, but she tripped over something. She looked down...she saw a few strands of long black hair peering from the snow, like spilt ink on a blank sheet of paper. Someone or something was buried under the white icy blankets...

"Did someone die here?"

She thought to herself...She wiped the snow off the obscure apparition, revealing more black hair and an almost ghostly pale face.

"hmmm...?" The person groaned underneath her. She touched his face...it was cold...lifeless. The unknown person squinted, examining the woman one top of him.

"Those eyes..."

She recognized..."Vincent..." she said softly, "Vincent is that you?"

...uoy rof erac t'nseod ehs

"Lu...crecia?" He asked sounding drowsy. His vision was blurred by the brightness. He opened his eyes more. "Lucrecia?" he said, his voice in awe. There was a lengthy pause...The two were blushing...Lucrecia realized she was on top of her long lost companion's legs. She moved placing herself beside the former turk. He sat up wearing an inscrutable expression on his face. Thick sheets of snow broke off, falling from his body, revealing his mangled scarlet cape and black bodysuit.

"Is she really there...could it be?" He thought, wondering if his subconscious calls were heard.

"I'm sorry" she apologized. Vincent remained silent. He turned his head away glaring down at the snow. His tousled hair was being sprinkled continuously with snow. His eyes were glossy with a few dark circles underneath...his eyelashes glistened with ice. He felt embarrassed.

"I'm sorry...you have to see me like this" he finally said with a smooth considerably raspy voice. She turned his head gently with her hand.

"It's fine...There's no need for an apology." The delicate woman said, consoling the heartbroken man. He felt her soft fingers use brush strokes movements on his frosted face. He gazed in to her enchanting heavenly sky blue eyes. He felt hypnotized by his beloved. She smiled buoyantly, happy to see the romancing gunslinger.

Lucrecia got up from the cold deep sea. Vincent couldn't keep his red eyes off her.

"Is this really happening..."

He remained looking dumbstruck on the ground...taken away by her beauty...

"...seil lla"

"Take my hand..." Lucrecia offered. Vincent was speechless. "I won't bite" she joked. Vincent reached his hand over to lost love's...he sensed a hint of relief in his heart. He couldn't help but to lay bare a small welcoming smile. His gold gauntlet hand was veiled under his wine coloured cloak. He would feel deeply upset with himself, more than ever, if Lucrecia saw his repulsive deformity.

The couple strolled together...hand in hand, fingers laced...

"Do you mind if I ask you a question?" Lucrecia asked Vincent.

"No." he answered lightly.

"Well...were you sleeping in the snow?"

"In the snow?...hm..." said the former turk, "I guess I was..." Vincent knew deep inside there were many things that he wanted to reveal to Lucrecia.

"I wasn't expecting you to be there, buried under the snow, but it was a great surprise to see an old face."

"Neither was I...It's been a long time...just looking at you could be another sin..." said Vincent, gravely.

"A sin?"

"...gnirts e a x no p teppup e a r ekil i...namow m eht e rof n...rehtona t"

"Is the time now...?"

Lucrecia raised the question again, "I'm sorry but...what did you mean by sin?"

The two stopped their pace; her eyes were focused on his crimson pools. The tall man hid the lower half of his face into the buckled cowl of his cloak; seeking for closest solitude to secrete his amorous feelings.

"Please tell me?" she entreated, her voice altered, words flowing with undying commitment.

Vincent could feel every one of his nerves matting into a knot of trouble. "I...I love you...I've always loved you..." Vincent's words were almost inarticulate, but they were clearer than a bell to his love's ears. "I'm sorry..." Vincent walked away; bitter winds swept his tattered cape gracefully trailing from behind.

"He...loves me?"

"Vincent wait!" Lucrecia cried, extending her arm to grasp the red mantle. Vincent turned around slowly. Lucrecia gasped...something distracted her eyes...Vincent followed her eyes...his gold gauntlet was unveiled...

"I know..." said Vincent, a halo of humiliation hanging over his head...

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AN:...my apologies...if this is turning into velveeta cheese coming out of the microwave...mixed with some maple syrup and a cherry on top...the beginning reminds me of Bjork's song-Frosti (pretty obvious why)