Chapter 2: They say that in the army
Disclaimer: I do not claim any rights to the characters, places, or things mentioned within this story. Why must we keep bringing this up? You know it depresses me, Square Enix.
Warning: crude language, eventual homosexual situations, demons.
Chaos was once the strongest demon among the gods. He was a messenger to Omega! The god of destruction and the ending of all things! He had power and magical capability that mortals couldn't possibly conceive of. And now?
He was trapped within a gloomy reanimated man with a penchant for leather. Chaos had nothing against leather, mind you, but only in certain situations, or as a fashion statement. And paired with tasteful shoes, as well. But not every day, paired with a red cloak decaying from use. Did his host not know how uncomfortable wet leather was?
Of course he did. He simply considered it a part of his "punishment". No comfort for Vincent Valentine. The man lingered in high and lonely places, brooding. Or he stalked members of his old party, Avalanche, to make sure that they were safe. The only person he voluntarily spoke to was that delectable broody blond, Cloud.
//Now there's a man who makes brooding look good,// Chaos licked mental lips.
Vincent intruded on Chaos' fantasies. Chaos, stop thinking lustful thoughts towards Strife. Vincent found it discomfiting that the demon was fixated on Cloud. He worried that some day, after he was forced to let Chaos out, he would wake up next to Cloud's blood-drained body. It seemed like something Chaos would do.
//The only 'draining' I would do would be entirely consensus-//
Chaos! It is enough that you sing that song until I allow you out. I do not need a running commentary on the pornography reel that is your state of being.
//It's a shame that you won't let me go after the man. I'd bet you want him too,// Chaos purred suggestively. Vincent felt his cold cheeks warm. There were times that having such a high collar was helpful. It hid any expression he made, if he was in the habit of showing his emotions. Which he wasn't. It was a throwback from his Turk days.
//We need to work on that, Vince. We're going to be housemates, as it were, for a long time… So why not go do something fun on your own, instead of me forcing you?//
The mere thought was enough to make Vincent cringe. What part of the whole 'I need to atone for my sins' do you not understand, demon? I am responsible for Lucretia's death, and the deaths of many others because of my actions. I can not simply "have fun". Certainly not with a man! And not just any man, but Cloud Strife! He admired the manner in which Cloud lead the party. In private. Sometimes.
//Stripper name if I ever heard one. So, next on the agenda: I want the body Friday.//
Just… do not… let me wake up next to someone. I don't understand why you can see what I do, but I do not remember what you do… It… worries me… Vincent passed a clawed hand over his face.
//When Vincent's away the demons do play… Don't worry Vincent. I have a vested interest in keeping you happy with this arrangement. I frequent places you would never be remembered. And the way I dress this body? No one would recognize you anyways. So. Friday? Or do I break out "They Say That in The Army?" yaoi style?//
Gods. Chaos enough is punishment for my sins.
//Theeeeey say that in the army, the cadets are mighty fine-//
Agreed! Friday! Vincent hastily conceded. Just… shut up and let me brood on my past.
//Now you sound like Cloud. Did you want to have a brooding party together? I'll bring refreshments.//
Friday couldn't come soon enough.
Let me know what you think, ok? I crave attention~
I hope the "sound" of their dialogue translated well. I had Vincent with a mild British accent, and Chaos sounded like a bratty teenager.