Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII or any related aspects, which belong to their respective owners. No money made.

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 awoke to a harsh pain in his head and a soft pain in his heart. He had been dreaming…

"Lucrecia…"

It was a dream he had had many times before; the same damn dream that haunted his soul and racked his senses when he woke up. Torture beyond physical pain. Having what you desire taken away from you, and then dangled in front of you, so close you close almost reach out and… but he knew he could not reach her. It was hopeless, a wanton desire. Pushing the thoughts of his lost love out of his head, Vincent slowly cracked his eyelids open.

He had to shut them tightly again. It must have been morning, because the sunlight –harsh to Vincent's eyes, which had been deprived from light for so long– had seeped through cracks and windows and between curtains. The ebony-haired man let out a groan and shifted from his position on whatever surface he was on. It seemed to be a couch of some kind, but Vincent didn't care to process this information. He just wanted to wake himself up, carry himself away from all this light, and maybe lock himself up again in the confinements where he belonged. Then a thought hit him.

Why am I here?

Eyes flying open, he struggled to keep them that way as they were met by the light again, and settled on squinting for the time being. He looked around. It seemed as though he was still in ShinRa mansion. Not locked up as he was before, but in a dimly-lit room. How had he gotten here?

And then he remembered.

I was knocked out. It was as simple as that. His attacker, though- that was a bigger concern. Vincent knew there was something he had seen… Silver strands of hair. "Gods…" he whispered out loud. There were very few people who knew him, even less with the strength to render him unconscious, and even less with that hair color. As of those for which all three applied, Vincent almost gave a little shudder. Impossible. It couldn't be Sephiroth. Sephiroth was dead.

He was dead. He was dead.

Somehow the words didn't sound as convincing as Vincent hoped they would be.

They sounded even less convincing when rhythmic footsteps announced the ex-general's arrival.

"Good morning, Vincent Valentine." Cool, mako-colored irises regarded him from the general's face. "I trust you slept well?"

Stupid question, Vincent mused. Once you've slept as long as I have, it's all the same. Excluding the occasional nightmare. He pushed the thoughts away. "Why are you here? What do you want? I thought you were dead! We all did! How did you return? What do you want from me?!"

Sephiroth's eyes widened amusedly as he was suddenly bombarded by questions. "Are you expecting me to answer those questions in that order?" The pissed look on Vincent's pale features told him that he had better not make the situation into a humorous matter. "Firstly, you are in no position to question me or make any demands" Sephiroth pointed out. "And secondly, there is no need to be so alarmed."

Vincent mentally scoffed at the statement. Of course I don't need to be alarmed; this is only a psychotic, power-hungry killer standing over me!

Sephiroth didn't need unearthly powers to tell what Vincent was thinking. "Alright," he said softly "you do have reasons to be alarmed at my presence. But I won't hurt you. At least, not unless you attempt to resist me." His voice had turned eerily dark and the last sentence sent chills throughout Vincent's body.

"So what are you doing here?! You're dead, everyone thought you were dead!" Panic and confusion were taking over Vincent now, turning his voice to a high crescendo.

"Thought. That's the key word there- you thought I was dead. But you were wrong, weren't you?" Sephiroth smiled, the expression reminding Vincent of a cat's leer. "I cannot die."

Vincent shivered "Ni- neither can I." He attempted to steady his rapidly spinning mind. "I cannot…"

Sephiroth's grin faded. "I know." He whispered. "That is why I came here."

Vincent stared, perplexed, at the silver-haired man. "You knew I was here?!"

"Well, not here, per say, but I did look for you. I was looking for anyone after I woke up. It wasn't until getting into civilization that I realized everyone I knew was gone. Everything I knew. It was all gone. I suppose that makes me lucky…

The scarlet-eyed man's brain was whirling. Sephiroth was alive, Sephiroth was scarily calm, Sephiroth was no longer hell-bent on destroying the world, Sephiroth was… lonely? That was where logic dropped dead on the floor of Vincent's mind.

"W-why were you looking for people you knew?"

Sephiroth stared at him. "I was lonely. I woke up after being in total seclusion, wanting to die, wanting to just forget the world, and not being able to. So I went for the next best thing- trying to start over." He looked at Vincent, eyes glazed over. "It's obviously not that easy."

The gunman flinched. This was getting a tad awkward. "So you want me to help you start over? Help you live life? Why me? What exactly do you want?"

In one fluid motion, Sephiroth crouched down to Vincent's eye-level from his sitting position on the couch and breathed huskily, "I want you to teach me how to feel again."

[A/N] It baffles me that people actually wanted more of this terrible writing.

Okay, it's not that bad, but I feel that I'm justified in saying that my writing now is significantly better… that, and I'm embarrassed to read my old works. It's a very humiliating experience for me but it helps me realize just how much I've improved.

In any case, here is chapter two. As you can probably see, there is something approaching from the horizon. Could it be… no, it couldn't… Or is it? Yes. It is. Two highly undeveloped chapters and I inserted a sex scene. What was wrong with me back in 2008?

Thank you for reading.