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Summary: Two depressed antisocial loners are cursed with immortality. If you're going to live for eternity, you might as well have someone to spend it with.
Rating: M
Warnings: Yaoi, sexual themes, minor violence, language.
[FFVII] Eventually [Sephiroth/Vincent]
Vincent was alone.
This of course, was as per usual.
It was an unpleasant feeling, really- uninterrupted silence yielding only for steady, relentless heartbeats. They served as a dogged reminder that he was alive, no matter how much he wished otherwise. He stared at the bottom surface of the coffin lid. Reaching out a slender, gloved finger, he skimmed the surface of the cool stone.
Frigid. A blank, dull, gray slab.
Like his soul. However much was left of it, anyway.
He closed his eyes and fell into a restless slumber.
ShinRa Mansion.
It was not a place Sephiroth wanted to go to but he found himself drawn there anyhow.
When one is lost, the best place to go is the most familiar, after all…
And perhaps, from that point, a new road can be found.
Sephiroth stopped walking towards the old, ruined building and quirked an eyebrow at his thoughts.
Now, when did I become so hopeful?
Vincent's eyelids flew open at a sound. The raven-haired man had yet to discover what sound, but instinct made him wary. He sucked in a breath and held it, listening intently for any sign of human presence.
The air in the dark, cold coffin stirred. It was, as always, a musky scent, but at this moment it seemed laced with something unusual- something foreign and not quite discernable, but yet familiar, in some strange sense.
Power.
Laced with- what was that… tingling feeling, grazing his cheeks? Upon recognizing it, Vincent blinked twice, doubting his acute sense of smell for the first time.
Was it- could it be…
But there was no denying it; the second, more subtle scent was strong, undiluted Mako.
Who?
Who could it have been? Cloud and the others, all the former SOLDIER members he had known were long dead; they had left him- left him in the dark abyss of loneliness he could not escape…
Lucrecia. She had left him too.
All these years and he still could not forget.
But this was not the time for self-pity; he had all too much time for that and this current moment required other usage of his brain. Who was in the room, or within such close vicinity that the smell of strength could be so easily detected?
Vincent's inquiry was soon answered as the lid of the coffin was thrown aside. Squinting his eyes against intruding dust and light, He was only able to identify long silver strands of hair before a crushing blow was delivered to his cheekbone, powerful enough to break a normal person's neck.
But then again, I'm hardly normal, Vincent pondered with a scoff, followed by rapid choking and black, black… nothingness…
He could feel unconsciousness creeping into his nerves… he clawed at it, trying to push it back… But really, what was the point?
With an exasperated sigh, Vincent allowed darkness to envelope him.
Ex-SOLDIER general Sephiroth was left with an unconscious man in a coffin. Frowning, he peered down into the features of the man he had just immobilized without any visible effort. His two magnificent emerald eyes widened in surprise and his pupils dilated as his took in the completely unexpected sight before him.
Valentine?
[A/N] This is so old. I literally wrote this in 2008. Also, it should be a one-shot but the original was divided into three chapters so… three it is!!
Anyway, here is chapter one, revised and improved for your reading pleasure~!! I apologize for the poor quality of writing seeing that I DID NOT KNOW HOW TO WRITE BACK THEN. D :
Thank you very much for reading.