A/n: Hey, everyone. I've written a new story after so long. Just to let everyone know who has read Reno's Pain, I am currently working on the re-write right now. So I will have the new story about Reno up soon. But at the moment, I'm going to take a small moment and talk about A Turk's Love.

This is a small story about Vincent in the past. About how he fell in love with Lucrecia and where she used to work before she became a scientist at Shinra Incorp. It's sort of a musical too because they sing a few times. If you've seen the movie, Moulin Rouge, good. It sort of has that story line just a little bit.

Prologue

Tifa smiled as she walked down the street. She was walking through the market place of New Midgar City. Trying to find something for Vincent's birthday. The gang were going to have a surprise birthday party for Vincent, hopefully he wouldn't become too startled that he would start firing off his gun. She wanted to find him something really nice that he may really like.

As she walked her red chocolate eyes caught sight of man sitting behind a booth looking bored. The sign above him said story teller. Tifa smiled and shook her head. That was very odd indeed. Buying a story from a man. She shrugged and started looking through different types of fabric. Maybe she would make him a new cloak. After all, Vincent's was getting quite tattered. Then her attention went back to the story teller. There was something interesting about him. Something very…..strange. Tifa looked him over and took in his appearance.

The man was possibly 55 years old. His hair was silver white. His face looked like it was carved from dark wood. He looked very weary and tired yet his eyes were full of life. His glittering emerald green eyes. Tifa could see that. He was strong looking for an old man. His skin looked rough and worn. He wore a black uniform. A black trench coat was folded neatly over the chair. He didn't look like a story teller. He looked more like a business man or possibly a priest. He did have a cross on a silver chain around his neck. He was leaning against his booth looking dull and bored. Yet the spark of life was still in his eyes.

Tifa couldn't help but stare. She was too bewildered by this man. And that was then the man caught her eyes. He sat up straighter and smiled. He gave her a nod of greeting which Tifa returned. She tore her eyes back to the fabric in her hands but couldn't help but look back at the man. He was watching her from the corner of his eyes. He had this hopeful look in them. Tifa smiled and shook her head. She set the ruby red fabric back down and walked towards the man's booth. He was smiling even more now. "Good afternoon, Pretty missy. Care to hear a story?" He asked. Tifa tilted her head. "I don't know. It depends what kind of stories you tell." She said.

The man looked delighted. "Oh! I tell all sorts of stories. I have been all over the Planet learning stories from others and I share the stories with people who hasn't heard them. Love stories, adventure stories, horror stories." At the last one, he tried to sound scary while wriggling his fingers above his head.

Tifa laughed softly and rearranged her purse. "Actually, I was looking for something for my friend. It's his birthday in a few days and I wanted to get him something nice. I was thinking about buying fabric to make him a new cloak because the one he wears is old and torn. But seeing you over here interested me. Would there be a story my friend might like?" She asked. The man rubbed his chin. "Hmm. Interesting. A story for a birthday present. That is a very interesting idea, my lady. I suppose there could be. There is a story for all types of people. But of course, not many would care to hear stories. Tell me about your friend. What is his name and what kind of person is he?" He asked.

Tifa chewed on her glossy bottom lip. "Well…..you may have heard of him because we're the AVALANCHE group. I'm Tifa Lockhart." She said holding out her hand. The man's eyes lit up with even more delight. "Ah, one of the Planet's Saviors. It is a thrill to meet you at last. And what of your friend, Miss Lockhart?" He asked taking her hand and kissing the back of it. Tifa smiled and pulled back her hand once the man released it. "My friend is Vincent Valentine. And he's a sort of mysterious guy. I don't know about his past too well because he doesn't like to open up that much." She said with a shrug.

Something in his eye flickered. The man's smile faded just a little. "Vincent Valentine? Do you mean the Turk, Vincent Valentine?" He asked. Tifa frowned looking astonished. "Yes. He did mention he was a Turk when he was younger. How did…..do you know him?" She asked. The man smiled again. "Yes. I did. I have heard about him back in my days. We have met a few times but never long enough. And I know his past well. I know his stories of his life. They are most interesting if I must say." He said. Tifa looked interested. "You do? What do you know?" She asked. The man smirked lightly. "My dear, I know everything about Vincent Valentine. His childhood, his Turk life, his love life." He said 'his love life' as if it was a secret.

Tifa looked enthralled. "Wow. He never tells us about his past. Only that he was a Turk. But nothing more." She said. The man nodded lazily as he knew something. "I do believe I have a story for you, Miss Lockhart. I know exactly what story I should tell you. Please, come with me. This is a story that only you should hear. It is a sacred story." He said. Tifa bit her lip then nodded. "All right." She said. The man stood and pulled on his coat. He lead Tifa to an apartment not too far from the Market place.

The man's home was a cozy looking one yet a bit messy as if he was a busy working man. Papers scattered on his desk some on the floor. There was a fire place and a few cozy looking chairs. A few cats laid out on the red smooshy couch. The man motioned for Tifa to sit down while he was rummaging through the small kitchen. "Tea?" He asked kindly. Tifa looked around the room then at him. "Hm? Oh. Sure. Thank you." She said. The man made the tea and fifteen minutes later he was serving some to Tifa. He sat in the chair across from her's. "Now then. Where was I?" He asked scratching his head. Tifa sipped her tea. "You were going to tell me Vincent's story."She reminded. The man nodded looking lightened. "Oh yes. Forgive me. Now then, the story I'm going to tell you is a great story. A story about a time, a story about a place, a story about the people. But above all things…." He paused putting down his tea cup. Tifa watched him with facination. "A story about love. A love that will live forever." The man finished his sentence. Tifa smiled knowing this was going to be good.

The man stood and went over to his desk. He pulled open a drawer and pulled out a photo frame. He went back over to Tifa and held it out to her. Tifa took it and looked at it. Her eyes went wide. It was a picture of Vincent. When he was a Turk. His hair was cut short and he had crystal blue eyes. He was wearing the same blue suit the Turks always wore. And he was…...smiling. Tifa looked up at the man who had taken his place by the fire. He was gazing into the flames with a sad look on his face.

"There was a boy,
A very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far,
Very far. . .
Over land and sea.
A little shy. . .
. . .And sad of eye. . .
. . .But very wise was he. . .

. . .And then one day. .
. . .One magic day,
He passed my way.
. .While we spoke of many things. . .
. . .Fools and kings. . .
. . .This he said to me:
'The greatest thing you'll ever learn
Is just to love and be loved in return.