Hello all, this is a one shot and characterization of my favorite gunslinger... I wrote this in 2005. reviews are appreciated and wanted, I'm not really a writer but hey, might as well share right?
I've been casually perusing this fandom for years and although my favorite authors are gone, they instilled in me a want to try my hand at story telling..
They were and are still far superior, but i did try.

*disclaimer* the character of Vincent belongs to square and I still love him even though they seemed to jump the shark in his story, but at least he's finally forgiven himself for the actions of that fool Lucrecia. this was written before dirge and after advent.

Thanks for reading.


Storm clouds littered the sky as jagged streaks of light lit up the large jagged mountainside. In the distance a lone figure, draped in the color of blood, crouched on a rooftop. Inky strands and tattered ends of a cape fluttered effortlessly in the wind behind him.

A stoic face surveyed the incoming storm. Something was brewing. Not just the storm ahead, but he felt that something was off with the planet. The defeat of the three silver haired pseudo clones had been a relatively simple one. It irked him still that he had no knowledge of why those men existed. He knew of what they were looking for in Jenova, but he could still not fully explain why they came to exist, nor why they looked so much like Sephiroth.

It had been several months since the Geostigma crisis. The ragtag group of heroes having disbanded back to normal mundane lives and dissolving Avalanche once again, Vincent took up travel. After 30 years of sleep, one must learn and study the changed world. However, with his golden claw and stoic demeanor, he wasn't exactly the type to blend easily so he tended to hide within the shadows as much as possible.

Crimson eyes closed briefly as a deep thunder crack roared in the distance. It was time to move on again. Perhaps this time for a more permanent residence. Choices were endless but one in particular constantly flitted about in his mind.

His deep thoughts were abruptly shattered by the shrill ring of his rarely used cellular calling device. The world was a fascinatingly different place these days. And while he was still unsure whether to thank or curse Tifa for helping him with said purchase, he took the annoyingly loud object from his cape, and with his gloved hand, flipped it open to lean it against his ear.

The muffled voice of Cloud Strife could be heard from the other end. "Vincent, we need everyone, just as precaution."

Eyes flickered with interest as Vincent's deep monotone voice spoke clearly into the mouthpiece. "I see." Hanging up the phone quickly with a curt goodbye, the tall man stood from his perch. Thinking to himself about the call, his gold tipped boots pivoted on top of the black roofing tiles as he easily leapt from the Mansion. His movements were quick and and agile, with a grace only he possessed; cocking death penalty he moved stealthily across the mountain path, still riddled with monsters as thoughts of his new destination entered his mind.

As a nearly imperceptible smile graced his lips he began his trek towards his old traveling companions and the once great city of Midgar.

'Now where is Cid with that damn airship.'