Vincent sat on one of the beds hidden inside the old mansion, peering out the window at the moon. He mulled over Sephiroth's conditions for his body. There weren't many, but he had no clue how he was going to do it. First off, he wanted the body to be of his blood-line. The only thing he could think of were the three remnants back home. He shook the idea from his head, not even wanting to consider that option. Next he wanted the body to be strong, but not tainted by Jenova. Now, that was a stretch.

There was still no guarantee of who Sephiroth's father was, not that it really mattered. Neither Vincent nor Hojo had any other blood relatives. The mother, however, was obvious. He knew that Lucrecia was a member of the ShinRa family, but what could that help discover? The only one still alive from ShinRa was Rufus. And he obviously held Jenova cells inside of him.

Wait, what was he thinking? No matter how much they hated Rufus, he couldn't possibly surrender his body over to Sephiroth. Not that he could even get close enough anyway. It's not like he could sacrifice any living being. Perhaps he could find someone who's dead, but what are the odds of finding someone to fulfill all of these requirements. Maybe something artificial? Would Sephiroth accept that?

The gunman pushed on his eyes, trying to banish the exhaustion from them. He wasn't technically a prisoner, but it felt like it. He hadn't seen his family in a few days, and he missed them fiercely.

He'd considered heading back to at least see them again, when a sharp scream made him nearly jump out of his skin. Vincent darted out of the room, to where he'd heard it from.

Sephiroth was laying in his self-designated bed, asleep. He was sweating profusely, pulling at the sheets that were drawn over him. Vincent's heart settled down a bit. He had thought Sephiroth had found somebody to torture. Instead, he was the one suffering. A nightmare… Vincent certainly hadn't expected that.

He settled down on the bed, running a hand through the thick silver mane. "Sephiroth?" His voice was gentle, trying to coax him awake. It wouldn't be a good idea to shake him. Vincent knew all too well how panicked he'd still be after a nightmare, and didn't want to risk what he may do.

His ears seemed deaf to the soft voice trying to help him, as Sephiroth thrashed violently, letting out another anguished scream. Vincent started to panic, laying the other hand on Sephiroth's arm. "Sephiroth, can you hear me? It's all right. Wake up." He felt kind of helpless. The boys had had nightmares before, but they were always there for each other, and Cid typically dealt with his. But Vincent didn't fully know how to handle this. All he knew was that Cid would hold him. He had no clue how he woke him from it. "Sephiroth, listen to me. I need you to wake up. It's going to be ok."

What happened next was all a blur. He was pretty sure Sephiroth woke up, but the next thing Vincent knew he was slammed against the wall with a literal sharp pain in his chest. He cringed, slumping heavily on the long blade pinning him against the hard wood. Sephiroth's anguished cries were the last thing he heard before consciousness separated from his body.

xXx

Vincent began to awaken with the knowledge that he was laying in bed. The sharp pain had dulled into an ache that still hindered his breathing. His eyes fluttered open, slowly glancing around the room. It soon became apparent that he was still in the mansion. A glowing dark figure loomed in his peripheral, and Vincent took notice of Sephiroth sitting on the table past the foot of his bed. For a second, he looked exactly like Yazoo.

A pair of gleaming green eyes turned up to him. "It's about time you woke up." The voice was chilling, but a bit strained. "I can't have you dying on me, before you get my body."

Vincent sat up, holding a hand to his aching chest. He began to realize that his shirt was off, and bandages wrapped around the wound. "Wasn't planning on it."

The swordsman let out a child-like huff. "Sorry. You just… startled me."

Vincent could hardly believe his ears. Did Sephiroth really just apologize for hurting him? He sighed. "It's alright. I get it."

Sephiroth slumped off of the table, making his way over. "Don't move too much. I wanna check on how it's healing." The bed creaked under the new weight as he settled onto it. He began to un-wrap the bandages more gently than the gunman expected. His head remained down, almost as if he were afraid to look up at Vincent, the silver strands shielding his face.

"How long have I been out?" The question made the larger man jump. Most likely out of the suddenness of it.

"Only a few hours. But you weren't responding, and I guess I was starting to worry I'd actually killed you. Heh. Guess I should've known better."

Vincent brushed a hand gently under his eyes, causing him to look up at him. "You were worried?"

Those threatening eyes glared at him. "Only because you wouldn't be able to help me." His attention turned back to his work, but there was something different. The dark lining on his eyes, as well as the strange glint told Vincent enough. Sephiroth had been crying. He wasn't sure why. Whether it was from guilt, or fear of him actually dying, but this dangerous creature had been crying for him.

The bloody wrapping came off, revealing nothing more than a deep red welt over his heart. Sephiroth ran a hand gently over it, to test the tenderness. It wasn't until that moment that Vincent realized his gloves were off. How long they had been, he didn't know. But that cool hand felt rather soothing against his chest.

"You're lucky my cure magic's so high, or you may not have survived."

Vincent stared into his examining eyes, feeling a small heat touch his cheeks. "Don't you mean you're lucky?"

The threatening glare calmed against Vincent's gentle eyes. His hand traced slowly up to the slender neck, curtained by the raven strands. "I guess I do."

Sephiroth leaned forward, wrapping his lips around Vincent's. To his surprise, the ex-Turk didn't resist. His other hand, crept up the slender thigh, rocking him back against the bed, cradling his neck. Vincent was rather shocked to find he'd wrapped his arms around the swordsman's neck, fingers twining in the long silver strands.

He didn't want to give in, but it was intoxicating. The hungry caress of those lips. The strong hands tracing along the curves of his body. Sephiroth knew what he was doing, he'd give him that. Even the smallest touch enticed his nerves to want him all the more. To push him further. A thigh slid up slowly in between the gunner's legs, forcing pressure onto his groin.

Vincent's lips parted easily, allowing the warm foreign substance to invade his mouth, messaging his tongue. Dear God, it was too much.

Sephiroth was simply amazing. Even with as good a kisser as his husband was, he couldn't compare to this. Wait… husband? Where did that come from? Was he married? Damn! He was, wasn't he? But to whom?

The merciless lips, finally left his to trace along the sensitive skin on his neck, inciting an intoxicated moan.

Ohgod, why couldn't he remember?

Vincent groaned feeling himself harden, as the stiff member ground against his thigh. An eager hand quickly undid his pants, helping him along. The gunman wasn't fully sure whether it was his hand or not, but it felt too good to question. Sephiroth hummed, tongue languishing along his jaw.

More sighs escaped the ex-Turk's lips, his body beginning to detach from itself. His eyes closed, simply taking in the pleasures. "Oh, Cid."

He gasped. Cid? That was it. Oh, shit! Cid!

"Ohgodno." Vincent moaned, trying to get his head together. Sephiroth didn't even seem to notice the sudden resistance. He was far too busy trying to get Vincent's pants off.

"Sta- stop. Sephiroth stop!" The swordsman finally realized his fighting, when Vincent tried to push him away.

He just stared down at him, his beautiful green eyes nearly blackened by his lust. "What?"

Vincent knew he was panting, and he knew how red his face had to be. Plus the demons in his head were cursing him for stopping these intoxicating pleasures. As much as they liked the pilot, even they weren't going to deny that Sephiroth was better.

"Cid." He finally panted, hoping the man would understand.

"What about him?"

"My husband."

"What's your point?"

Vincent's eyes were fixed on his flushed lips, entranced by the perfect way they formed those words. What was his point again? "H-husband." He repeated, almost quizzically. As if trying to verify, to himself, why he had let the ecstasy stop.

Sephiroth groaned, rolling his eyes. "So? What the hell can he give you that I can't?"

Hmm… good point. "L-love. I love him." It was the first coherent thought he'd had, but it seemed to help him regain control over his body again.

A glare found Sephiroth's eyes, at the sound of those words. "Really? But what about me?"

"What?" Vincent searched his brain for some kind of meaning behind this question.

The hand resting on the bed, next to Vincent, crept slowly towards his neck. "I was the first one you claimed to love. Was that a lie? Who's to say this supposed love for him is real?"

The realization of what he meant finally hit him. "I do love you, Sephiroth."

"What?" His eyes softened, for a moment, unable to believe he'd really just heard it. It soon passed, as his fingers firmly closed around his throat. Not enough to hinder anything, but enough to threaten it. "Then why won't you let me have you?"

"Because it's not like that."

"Why not!? Love's the same any way you look at it. Why can he have you instead of me? Do you love that damn pilot more?"

"No. Well, it's complicated. There's different kinds. It's not just black and white like-" He was cut short by the fingers tightening around his neck. Vincent's hands grasped the merciless fingers, trying to pry them open. Being caught mid-sentence, he hadn't stored much air, and was starting to feel panicked. He knew Sephiroth didn't want him dead, but wasn't sure he was thinking straight at the moment.

"Seph… please." He finally managed to wheeze.

Sephiroth growled, releasing him. "Fine. I don't give a damn anymore."

Vincent gasped, coughing at the strain still on his throat, as Sephiroth stalked out of the room. He raked his fingers through his hair, still very aware that his own problem hadn't alleviated. Course it didn't help that his hand was still down his pants.

^ "What the hell do you think you're doing? You ain't gotten laid in four days. Get your ass in there and let him have you."

"WHAT HAVE YOU GOT TO LOSE? CID NEVER HAS TO KNOW."

"I'll know." Vincent buried his face in his hands. "I can't. My conscience would rip me apart."

^ "We're your conscience, now. And we're telling you to do it."

*"We're hungry, Vincent. Have you forgotten that Sephiroth's made of pure energy? He could so easily feed us for a good while, and we'll leave you alone."

"Weren't you telling me to kill him?"

^ "No. That was me."

"Either way."

~ "That's because it doesn't matter. Food is food to us."

*"Besides… I think you'd be doing him a favor."

"Hmph. You mean you, right?"

~ "No. I think Chaos is right. He seemed kind of desperate."

*"He is. He's starving for some sort of affection. Searching for a place where someone actually cares for him."

"HE'S JUST FALLING BACK ON THE BASIC NOTION THAT SEX MEANS CARING."

Vincent cringed, raking his hands through his hair. "It's not good to indulge that mentality."

*"Didn't you see that look in his eyes? You've worn that same look yourself so many times before."

^ "Plus, you're still horny. Might as well do something about it."

*"Oh, shut up."

^ "You shut up."

Vincent groaned, knocking on the side of his head. He didn't know if it actually affected them, but it was a habit, by now. "Both of you shut up."

He sighed, biting his thumb. They had a point. It was mainly their fault, but he was aware of his actions at the time they meant. Sometimes Vincent just needed someone there to do these things for him. Provide that kind of physical intimacy with another person. Just to prove to himself that he was still human. He was fortunate Cid was always there when he needed it. There was no way to imagine it any other way.

A twinge of guilt hit his stomach. He doubted Sephiroth ever really had anyone to do that for him. Vincent was most likely the only person to admit affection towards him. To actually show some sense of compassion and trust in his lifetime. It almost seemed like he was desperately trying to hold onto Vincent. Afraid to lose that only sense of love he'd ever had.

This was going to be difficult. No matter what had happened, Vincent could never fully see Sephiroth as anything more than that fragile child he'd clung to so desperately all those years ago. He could only see him as a son.

^ "You didn't seem to be too concerned with that earlier."

"Bite me."

* "He's not a child anymore." Chaos crooned. The lust still evident, in his voice. "Sephiroth is was a man now." But he was still scared. It didn't matter how old he got. Everyone was afraid of being alone, why should he be any different?

* "So, we're in agreement?"

"What?" Vincent lowered his hands, staring up at the ceiling. "I don't agree with anything you say."

*"Well, that's too bad. You no longer get a say."

"(What are you doing?)" Vincent felt numerous clawed hands wrapping around various parts of his body, pulling him deep into his own minds. He stood, from the bed, arms stretched high over his head. Unfortunately, Vincent was not the one in control.

The more he fought against the monstrous grips holding him down, the tighter they held. "(Don't do this, Chaos.)" Vincent pleaded. "(Let me out.)"

Chaos fastened Vincent's pants, then lifted his hands to examine them. It always felt strange to take over Vincent's body, without a full transformation. "Shall we boys?"

Galion and Hellmasker's dark laughter echoed in Vincent's ears as Chaos swept from the room.

xXx

It wasn't too difficult to find him. With Galion's nose, Chaos could easily pick up on Sephiroth's spiritual scent. He had completely left the mansion, taking refuge in the attic of one of the abandoned houses in town.

He seemed a bit shocked to see Vincent had actually come after him. Chaos had to resist the sinister grin while Vincent was only saddened by the sight. The silver-haired man had his pants down, trying to relieve himself. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I wanted to make sure you were alright."

Sephiroth growled in frustration. "I'm not a fucking child that needs you to come to my rescue."

"True. You're not a child." Chaos knelt down in front of him, gently taking his hands. "But that doesn't mean you don't need help."

Sephiroth jerked his hands back. "I don't need help from anyone. Especially not you."

"You asked me for help."

"That's only because I had no choice. If I did, I sure as hell wouldn't have asked you." His voice cracked slightly, more aggravated with the tears pricking his eyes. "You lied to me. You promised you'd help me and lied. You let them take me back, and just left me there." A accusatory glare shot from his eyes. "Now you've got a family. You've moved on, and forgot all about me." Sephiroth grabbed Vincent's shoulder, shaking him. "Why did you leave me there? Why didn't you come back for me? You said you would. Where were you?"

Each accusation pierced Vincent's heart with a burning sting. Of course, there was no way Sephiroth could know about his entrapment. Chaos reached up brushing a tear from the reddened face in front of him. Sephiroth swatted his hand away, just furious to be shown that he was crying.

Chaos let out a sigh, keeping his voice calm against the rage. "There's no excuse for why I didn't come back. I know that no amount of apologies will make up for failing you. All I'm asking for is a second chance." Chaos choked back a laugh at these sappy words. He had a lot of practice pretending to be Vincent, but the charade could be obnoxious.

"What? Why should I?"

"You said this was my chance to redeem myself. I'd like to start by attempting to make up for what I had already failed to do." His hands traced through the long silver strands, the left covered by a long leather glove so as not to hurt him in any way. "I know I'm asking much of you, but I need you to trust me completely. And I swear, this time, I'll make those nightmares go away. I'll help you to become whole." Sephiroth's eyes widened as Chaos leaned forward, enveloping him in a kiss. His fingers twisted further into the silver strands, his thighs straddling the swordsman's waist.

Vincent clenched his eyes tight, screaming for Chaos to stop.

Sephiroth crooned with the feel of the soft leather grinding against his sensitive member. Paranoia soon got the better of him, and he shoved Chaos back. "What are you trying to do? I'm finding it hard enough to let you uphold your damn marital vows, and you go and pull this. You're finicky, you know that, Vincent?"

Chaos smiled brightly, sliding Sephiroth's jacket down from his shoulders. "I made a vow to you first, and I intend to keep it." He kissed him again, holding him tightly in his arms. "Come on." Chaos stood, pulling Sephiroth up along with him.

As they moved through the house, Vincent screamed from the dark pits of his mind. It wouldn't be fair to Sephiroth to take it back now, but he couldn't allow this to happen.

Chaos growled inwardly. "(You can't say you don't want this.)"

"(This isn't as simple as you seem to think it is.)"

"(Like hell it isn't. Now be quiet. I don't need your bitching the entire time.)"

"(Just stop this!)"

A hand clapped over his mouth, the claws digging deep into his cheek. The darkness, in Vincent's mind, wrapped further around him until he could no longer move. No. He had to stop this.

A hand fell on Vincent's shoulder. "Having second thought?" He heard Sephiroth say, his voice dripping with accusation. Chaos forced the gold tint from his eyes, grinning back at him. "Absolutely not"

xXx

Chaos led him into a room, he'd seen on the way in there, sitting him onto the bed. The demon slid his own shirt off, running the human hand up Sephiroth's chiseled chest, bringing their lips back together, as he straddled his waist again. Their tongues tangled easily together, and Chaos found his moment to push forward until Sephiroth was laying flat against the mattress.

It didn't take the ex-General too long to realize the motion, however. "Whoa, wait a minute."

"Shhhh." Chaos placed a finger to his lips, to silence him. "I asked you to trust me." His hand traced along the outline of his face. "I only want to make the pain go away."

Sephiroth was still a bit skeptical, but those eyes were always the one thing to give him comfort.

He slid up the bed, pulling the gunman's body along with him, and kissed him again. He allowed his pants to fully slide off, along with two pairs of heavy boots. It didn't take much to prepare Sephiroth, and honestly Chaos wouldn't be much longer. Just touching Sephiroth was enough to make him hunger for more. The man was simply beautiful. Every curve and feature so perfectly defined that it looked like he was crafted by angels. Or he was in fact an angel himself.

Chaos fiddled with the rapidly annoying buckles on his pants, which were beginning to feel a bit too tight. He finally succeeded, kicking them over the side, returning his attention to the angelic form before him. Sephiroth's hands weren't wasting anytime, now that they finally had a chance to explore the slender form. Even as a child he had desired Vincent. He was constantly entranced by his beauty and grace. Always harboring that small bit of lust, even when he was forced to forget him. Sephiroth had wanted the gunman for so long, and he was going to savor every moment of this sweet bliss.

His hands settled onto the back of Vincent's thighs, rocking the connecting waist over top of him, creating a warm friction between the two of them.

Chaos moaned heavily into his ear, nearly cuming right then. The only restraints he had was the knowledge that he was not intending to give this man the power. Granted he actually enjoyed being on bottom, but he was still a demon, and wasn't going to give up dominance without a fight. His hands traced along the firm sides, gently raising Sephiroth's arms over his head. The swordsman didn't seem to protest the submissive gesture. He was too drunk from the ecstasy swirling through the air. The slender form slid down the broad body beneath him, placing small kisses all along the creases of his skin. Hands still searched frantically for any tender area they may've missed. He stopped over his belly button, sucking around the soft indent, dipping his tongue inside. As far as he could get it. Sephiroth's hand's clung desperately to the bars of the headboard.

Chaos settled in between his legs, giving the hardened member a small experimental lick, before swallowing it whole. There was a subtle crack, as the headboard started to break against Sephiroth's tightening grip, pulling at the fragile wood.

The demon greatly enjoyed the way he made him react. The bucking of his hips. Incoherent moans escaping his lips, with each nip of his tongue. Chaos looped his arms underneath the swordsman's thighs, lifting gently, as he released him. His tongue, traced along the base underside of Sephiroth's straining erection, before wrapping his lips around the tightened testis, inciting yet another low guttural moan from his lips.

He traced on down, tongue leading the way. The strong, wet muscle dipped into the puckering entrance, attempting to slick the edges. Chaos drew in his dry tongue to try and increase its wetness, continuing his work. Then moved back up to the stiff member, slipping his fingers into the tight hole.

Sephiroth cried out, his back arching against the new invasion. A spurt of cum slid down Vincent's throat, as he gently stroked his prostate, preparing the younger man for something much bigger.

His hands pulled sharply at the delicate silver strands, body beginning to tremble. "AH! GOD! JUST FUCK ME NOW!"

The edges of Vincent's lips curled into a wicked grin, sliding back up his erection, a trail of spit trailing down along the crease. "I can't do that." He twisted the fingers, prodding the sweating body. "You're not ready."

"Like, hell I'm not!."

The demon slid back up the body, pushing Sephiroth's legs still higher. He wiped the thin sweating brow, nearly able to see the puffs from his labored breaths. "Are you sure?" He added a third finger, to intensify the pressure.

Sephiroth cringed, holding tightly to Vincent. His eyes softened, nearly desperate. "Please."

Chaos smiled, bringing their lips back together. "Since you asked so nicely." He pressed up into him, leaning back in to devour his lips. "Fuck." Chaos cursed in annoyance. He had let himself get so wrapped up in the ecstasy, that he nearly forgot the one thing that would make it good for the silver-haired swordsman as well.

Sephiroth jumped at hearing the gunman swear. "What?"

"No, it's not… it's just that. Nng, I need something. I need."

"Lubricant?"

"What? Yea, wait."

"Check my pants." He nearly screamed from anticipation.

Chaos fished over the side of the bed, to find the black leather pants he knew belonged to Sephiroth, pulling the bottle of lube from the pocket. So that's where it went. He and Cid were looking for this. They had to end up borrowing some from the boys.

His mind drifting briefly to Cid gave Vincent a foothold to push himself up, but he slipped back down. Chaos groaned, mentally socking Vincent in the jaw. It was no use. There was no stopping this now. Vincent closed his eyes trying to force himself to separate from what was happening.

Chaos shook his head, staring back down at Sephiroth. The younger man needed him, actually letting himself trust that he would make his pain go away. An odd ping settled into the demon's stomach. Vincent's emotions were pushing through, actually making him care for the man beneath him.

Sephiroth stared back, getting a bit annoyed. "What? You didn't think I was going to dry fuck you, did you?" His hands traced around the thin neck, twining in the long, raven strands to coax the lips back down to meet his own.

Chaos ravaged his mouth, squeezing the thick substance into his hands, and smoothing it over Vincent's pulsing member. Hands moved to push the long legs up, tracing along his thighs. He was pretty sure nobody had ever gotten the chance to please Sephiroth like this, and was going to do everything he could to distract him from that initial pain.

The feeling of compassion was taking him over as he pushed inside, allowing for the fresh body to adjust to the intrusion. Sephiroth groaned, biting hard onto Vincent's shoulder. He cringed, unsure if it was from the bite, or the pressure on his groin. Sephiroth was rejecting him.

"Sephiroth, please." He traced a hand through the silver strands of silk, now soaked with sweat. "You can trust me." Vincent's feeling seemed to take over for a brief moment. His eyes shone gently, pushing his hair out of the way to catch the green gaze in his own. "I love you."

The ex-General's eyes seemed to spark, as Chaos leaned in to kiss him, finally letting him in. He was almost uncomfortably tight, but that didn't seem to matter to either of them.

Chaos felt rather proud of himself, inwardly boasting about his skills. It didn't take much for this powerful terror to come apart in his arms. Arching his back and moaning, as he pushed deeper inside of him. It was getting more and more difficult to hold himself back, but Chaos was actually enjoying to see Sephiroth ride this as long as he could.

It didn't take much time, however, for him to hit his limit, screaming in orgasm. The binding grip released Vincent forcing him back into control just as he hit his own climax, allowing him to drown completely in the passion. Vincent screamed, unable to handle the sudden burst of emotions flooding over him. His head hung over Sephiroth, unable to catch his breath. Tears slid from his eyes, dripping from the end of his nose onto Sephiroth's flushed skin.

Vincent pulled out, falling to the bed, next to Sephiroth. He curled up, facing away from him. "Damn you, Chaos." A chorus of laughter chimed in his mind.

Sephiroth turned to Vincent, wrapping his arms tightly around him. His face nestled into the side of Vincent's neck, laying a kiss that sent chills through his body. "Thank you."

xXx

Vincent peered down at the gentle form sleeping in his arms. He brushed the stray strands from his face. He half expected to hear the demons jeering at him, but they were surprisingly quiet.

Vincent felt dizzy, his legs shaking as he stood, sliding his pants on, and walked quietly out, dialing his phone.

He slumped against the wall, in the next room, holding a hand to the teeth marks that'd pierced his skin. When the other line picked up, Vincent groaned in aggravation. "Reeve, its Vincent. Call me when you get this message." He flipped it shut. Damn voice-mail.

His eyes shifted back down to the phone before flipping it open again, and accessing the first speed dial. It gave a few rings, before a deep familiar voice picked up. "Valenwind residence."

He couldn't help but laugh. Since when did they start answering with that? "Hi, Loz. Is Cid there?"

"Oh hey, Mr. Valentine. Hold on, I'll get him."

Yet, he still didn't call him Vincent. At least he sounded like he felt better.

The phone was snatched back up with obvious enthusiasm. "Vince!?"

A loving smile slid into his eyes. "Hey, Chief."

"Vince! How are ya? When ya coming home?"

"I'm not completely sure. He needs me a little longer." He glanced back at Sephiroth's still sleeping form, tears pricking his eyes. "I just needed to hear your voice."

"So ya miss me?"

"Of course I do. Why would you think otherwise?

"I dunno. Just a thing to ask. I miss you."

Vincent brushed at his tears. For some reason all of this felt like some bizarre dream. "I don't doubt that."

"So you have no clue when you'll be coming back?"

"I wish I knew." Vincent cleared his throat, hoping Cid didn't hear the crack in his voice.

There was silence over the line, then Cid finally spoke. "Vince? You cryin?"

Of course. He finished drying his eyes, his smile deepening. "It's just hard being away from you, is all."

Cid laughed lightly. "Then you better get your ass back here, then don't cha?"

Vincent found he was laughing, but started to cry harder. "I do, don't I?" His call waiting beeped, and Vincent nearly jumped. "Oh."

"What?"

"Nothing, my love." He crooned, drying his face. "I have another call. I'll try to return within the week. I promise."

"You better."

"If not, I'll be sure to let you know."

He could pretty much hear the pilot sulking. "You better."

"I will… I love you, Cid."

"Love you too, Vince."

Vincent lowered the phone, closing his eyes tightly. He pushed the button to answer the other line, placing the phone back to his ear. "Hello?... oh hi, Reeve.. yea… thanks for getting back to me. Listen, I need your help with something." Vincent was able to keep the tears from his voice, drying his eyes with his palm.

"With what?" The faint question could be heard over the line.

"Well." Vincent looked back at Sephiroth, who sighed heavily in his sleep. "It's going to be hard to believe."

AN: I mainly rewrote this, because I was kinda mad at myself for how I went with this. I wanted to make it fit better for how I was trying to establish Vincent's character. On top of that how I actually wrote... "certain parts" sounded a lot more like Chaos anyways. I was just going to skip over that part. Hint at, but not actually have it, but people seemed to really like certain parts of it, so I figured I could just leave it in.