The Aftermath

The orphanage needs Cloud, Cloud needs Tiffa, and Marleane needs Barette, so who needs Vincent? Yaoi SephxVince Rated M for Language and Sexual Content

This is just yet another showcase of my boredom. This will have yaoi, if you didn't read the story description, so if you do not care to read it, please dont if your just going to flame it in the reviews.

Enjoy it as much as possible!

Ah yes, the disclaimers : I do not own Final Fantasy 7 (as the franchise, I own a coppy of the game, however), so please do not sue me for I have little pride nor money to spare.

Shall we begin?

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Vincent stared at his own deep red eyes, dipping and waving with the small waves that disturbed the river that he was now leaning over. His hair swayed across his face as the delicate wind tickled the long black strands that were stranded from the confinds of his headband.

Though it was rare for him to take off his cloak, it was now folded next to him in the grass. The cloth was taking a bit too much longer to dry that he had hoped it would. He had miscalculated the dropoff point of the river's bottom while attempting to catch a fish and fell into the darker depths of the river. It was somewhat ironic; the reason he had worn the cloak while venturing into the water was to avoid the sun's aweful rays. Now here he sat as a consiquense, his pale skin seeming to bake under the heat.

He sighed half heartedly and lay back into the grass, his metalic shoes nearly tickling the water's surface. His eyes grazed over the annoyingly clear sky that showed no signs of a desired overcast, and the sun burned into his retnas. He winced and covered his eyes with his right arm, tucking his claw beneath his head.

Maybe I can sleep through it... he thought miserably, trying desperately to grasp unconsiousness. That, however, was a mere joke. Sleep was rather a myth than a true state for Vincent when refering to the past week or so. There was a state of drowze, disturbed by unwanted dreams and bloodcurling thoughts, but there was never a true rest.

Besides, too much was on his mind to sleep. Soft thoughts plauged his mind, pounding into his head with enough force to be unignored.

There was the matter of finding a home. He had, when he joined Cloud, assumed that AVALANCHE would always be togeather, or at least provide him with some housing or living arangements after the deed of Sephiroth's downfall had been aquired. After the latter event had become reality, the group seemed to split up too fast for him to even consider asking one of his former teammates for help. Cloud and Tiffa had gone to work at the orphanage, Barette had gone to search for oil which was quickly replacing Mako energy, Cid had returned home and was obsesively tuning up the highwind, Yuffie was needed back at her village, Cait Sith was to return to the Turks, and Red XIII had... well, quite frankly, no one knew where that one went.

But then where was Vincent to go?

No one seemed to note or care about his sittuation. Just as it had while traveling with the others, he must have simply faded into the shadows unnoticed.

That thought disturbed him. The fact that the people who he had seen as the closest thing to a family in many long years had simply seen him a tool, a mere weapon to use when time's got tough...

A harsh stomach growel caused the unwanted thought to sweep out of his head. He sighed. Then there was the matter of hunger that came in.

It was hard to get food when you didn't have any money, and it was hard to find money without having a reasonable job. And who, he asks, would hire a vampire looking ex turk who looked like he had just crawled out of a hole after a century long ice age? He had been fine the first week. There had been eddible plants and scarce small birds that had been easy to shoot down. But now he found himself in a predicament. There was nearly no animals smaller than a horse around this area, and it would be too risky to take on a larger beast without another team mate or a potion of some type (again, no money to buy those) or to try to move out of the area.

The fact is, he was stuck. Like a caged bat.

Something rubbed against the tip of his nose, causing him to leap out of his drowze. His arm lazily slipped off over his eyes and he looked over his body, his neck protesting the action, to see what had fallen upon him.

A...feather?

He quickly reached for his gun, a reflex developed over the week whenever an animal that could be eaten was possibly near, and sat up in one, smooth motion. He fingered Curberus, looking above and around him with a sharp and intese gaze.

After at least a minute, he slumped back to the ground, allowing the black gun to drop next to him in the grass. A false alarm, and certainly not the first.

Out of shere curiosidy and boredom, he reached towards the long, black feather that had floated onto the grass next to him as he layed back down, placed it over his lips and blew. The feather lept up into the air, dancing and twirling in his breath, before settling again on his mouth.

Well, that was satisfying...

He pinched the feather between his fore finger and thumb and began to examine it, a soft ting of de ja vu echoed in his head as he brought it up to his eyes. He has seen the bird who owned this feather before, he thought, he must have.

Unless it's not a bird... unless it's-

-no, it can't be him. We killed him.

"Hello, Vincent."

Vincent's body grew stiff against the ground, his eyes growing wide and stinging against the sun. He didn't need to look backwards to see who the owner of the voice was, for it had plauged his nightmares for as long as he could remember.

Sephiroth had returned.

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Yay! First chapter over! Sorry for the shortness, I'm going to work on making these'un chapters longer. So... I hoped you liked it! Review please! I really...really need more reviews. If I dont get them, how do I make my writing better? Thankies!