Title: Jar of Hearts
Genre: Romance, Drama, Horror/Gore, Angst, Hurt/Comfort.
Summary: Although the demons had the protomateria to keep them contained, they needed something else to keep themselves satiated. Vincent was willing to keep this a secret but certain events were making it more difficult than he had anticipated. Especially when a certain blonde pilot was trying to enlist his help but only ended up making things all the more complicated...
Warnings: Swearing, smut (gratuitous smut at that!), gore, blood, smoking, drugs, lewdness, emo-ness, OOC-ness, adult themes...
Disclaimer: Don't think I've ever seen a plot like this, so I guess I own it... But I highly doubt that as well...
Opening his mouth to snap at the winged demon, all words stopped at gentle knocking at the door. "C-Captain?" a sniffling, female voice asked from the other side, making the demon snarl. "Are you in there? Can you let me in?"
"...I truly hate that woman," Chaos snarled as he rose to his feet, listening as the doorknob rattled when she tried to turn the handle.
"Ya leave her the fuck alone!" he snarled softly at the demon as he pulled on the belt that was wrapped tightly around his wrists, leather creaking against leather.
"C-Captain? It was Jimmy," Shera sniffled as he leaned the side of her face against the door.
"I know, sweetheart," he said gently to her, glaring at the demon that rolled his eyes. "Ya got a place to stay fer the night? Did ya see if Bill will take ya in?"
"N-no," she sniffled. "I got a spare key from Janine for your room. Is it okay if I come in?"
"Sure thin'," he said before cursing himself, forgetting about the situation he was in momentarily.
"Thanks, Captain," Shera replied before slipping her key into the lock and twisting the doorknob. Hearing the door unlock, Chaos snarled darkly before diving through the window, shattering the glass before he spread his wings and flew off, leaving Cid tied to the bed.
"Son of a bitch!" the blonde exclaimed just as Shera walked through the door, blushing darkly before covering her eyes.
"Oh! I-I'm sorry!" she exclaimed. "I-I thought that you were alone!"
"Eh, don't apologize, Sher'. Ya mind helping me out of this?"
Nodding the woman kept her eyes closed as she removed her hands, slowly walking towards the bed and bumping into it. Toppling over, the woman landed onto the blonde's body, one of her hands cupping his ass before she jerked up, face an even darker shade of red. "I'm so sorry, Chief!" Making sure to keep her hands on the mattress, she slowly worked her way up to his hands, carefully and slowly undoing the belt before taking a step back. "Better?"
"Yeah, thanks," Cid muttered as he rubbed his tender wrists before moving to pull up his jeans and boxers, fastening them before moving to sit up. Peeling off his gloves, the pilot rolled his eyes. "I'm decent, Sher'."
Nodding, the woman uncovered her eyes before moving to sit next to him, still blushing darkly before looking at his wrists and wincing. "Are you all right?" she asked before gently taking his hands in her own, fixing her glasses before peering at the bruises that were beginning to form around his wrists.
"Yeah, jus' a little tingly," he replied with a shrug before looking over at the woman. "Ya feelin' okay?" As if his words had opened the floodgates of Hell, Shera surged forward before wrapping his arms around the blonde and sobbing hysterically into his chest. Blinking, the blonde wrapped an arm around her before rubbing her back and trying to calm her. He sat with her for a good twenty minutes as she cried herself to sleep before he lied her down and covered her with the blanket that was on the bed. "Get some sleep," he muttered softly before turning off the light and heading out of the room, locking the door after him as he strolled out of the inn shirtless. Waving at the clerk that Shera knew, the blonde continued on his way until he was stepping out into the dark, silent town. He walked over to the weapons shop and purchased himself a new spear before beginning to patrol the streets by himself, tensing at every soft rusle of material that he heard happening around him.
Gritting his teeth, the pilot walked past the bar that he was in with Vincent earlier, wincing at the sight of Jimmy's body still lying in the back. "Son of a bitch... Sorry, Jimmy, yer gonna have to sit tight for a while," he muttered to the corpse before continuing his patrol around the town, the chilly air making his nipples hard and his skin break out in goose bumps. Blue eyes searched about as he walked, feeling like there were eyes watching him everywhere he went. Ignoring the feeling, the blonde man made his way across the town before circling back, making sure to visit every alley and street he could find.
Once finished with his patrol of the empty and locked up town, the honorary mayor of the quiet town slowly made his way back to the corpse of Shera's friend, the sound of his boots against the ground being the only source of noise throughout the entire place. It was chilling when he thought about it; if life were a movie, this would be the point when something would jump out of nowhere and maul him, dragging his bleeding and screaming body into some dark alley where the rest of the townsfolk would discover the trail of blood in the morning and follow it until they stumbled across his corpse.
At that very second, a cat hissed in the distance, rattling Cid's shaken and jumpy nerves even more and making his glare at the black cat that appeared to be glaring back at him. "Fuckin' cat," he grumbled before stepping into the blood-soaked alley and crouching down beside the lifeless corpse. "So, Jimmy..." he started awkwardly as he peered into the hole in his chest. "How's it hangin'?" Grinning nervously at the lack of response, which he figured was better than if the body suddenly spoke back to him, the pilot kept his grip on his new spear while moving the bloody fabric out of the way of the gaping wound.
"Well, ain't seen anything that could make a hole like that," he muttered as he looked at the jagged edges to the fleshy wound, peering at the torn skin and muscle before holding his fist up to the wound and whistling. "Shit, that's one hell of a way to die, buddy." So, someone either had a weapon that was the size of a fist, or actually drove their hand into the poor man's chest and tore his heart out the hard way. It sounded like a bad breakup lyric in a song, actually. Snorting, the blonde moved slightly closer before peering into the gaping hole.
Perhaps there was a clue as to what was used just by the shape of the wound? Maybe he could get the mortician to fill the hole with something that would solidify and leave him with some sort of impression of the weapon. Hell, the man would freak out if he told him his theory about if being a hand.
...Did Yuffie once tell him about Vincent having something torn out of his chest by force? He could never tell with that girl if she was telling the truth or completely making up stories. Sure, Vincent was an odd man, but there was no way he managed to survive having his literal heart torn out of his chest. Metaphorical heart, sure; at least, he seemed like he was doing just fine after the Deepground incident. He never could tell when it came to that pasty fucker.
Either way, that was neither here nor there. He had to worry about calming down the citizens of his town and keeping everything in order while tracking down the bastard that struck fear into the hearts of usually happy and carefree people. Mothers were fearing for their children, husbands for their wives, children for their friends. It did not seem right for this to be happening in such a small town. In his small town, damn it. He looked out for these people, he spent his days with them! Whether or not Vincent and his group of demons were actually going to help him, whether or not his house would be burned down every day for the rest of his life; none of it mattered. He had to do right by his neighbors and friends even if it meant standing alone.
...Was that how Vincent felt when Reeve suckered him into helping him with the W.R.O.?
He would have to apologize for trying to get the brunette to agree to fighting for his own cause. He was a man and he could manage this on his own. The gunner obvious had his own issues to deal with and could not even handle those, let alone helping catch a serial murderer. He'd buy the brunette a nice gun before sending him back to his little sinkhole of an apartment; he would pay for the gunner's trip back, of course. Then he would talk to the mortician and see if they could figure out what was causing these people to die; blunt force, sharp objects, gunfire...
From there, he would have to figure out what to do. Hell, he build giant machines out of metal that could soar through the sky with ease! He could handle some guy that seemed to think his town was a good playground for his fucked-up version of playtime.
Shaking his head to clear those thoughts, the blonde rose to stand up straight before wiping his bare hands against his thighs, sighing as he looked down at down at the corpse that stared ahead blankly as if it could see the person that attacked him and knew what was going to happen to him. "Sorry this had to happen to ya, Jimmy. I knew ya were a good man who couldn't harm a fly...mainly 'cause ya were scared to death of 'em... But ya know what I mean. I'm gonna take care of ya'll. Ya'll have a nice burial an' I'll find the fucker who did this an' make him pay. Ya have my word."
"I am sure dat you should be more concerned about your own wellbeing," a thick accent came from behind him. Spinning around, the blonde managed to see a flash of red before pain filled his senses and the world faded to black.
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Dreadful Virtue: Heh, that it is!
talinsquall: Aww, did you really believe that Chaos would be his first? Heh, he's more concerned about being tied down than the demon stripping him. No problem; thanks for reviewing!
mizperceived: Heh, not yet! Well, it's not my fault he's so fucking adorable; this is why I do not own FFVII (and the lack of funds to purchase it...that's another reason). Aww.
ABNORMAL2110: From my point of view, it's not all that rare. Ha!
Inuobsessed004: Aww, thanks! And that he is! ...It's probably why people love him so much.
Purple Pallbearer: ...Looks can be deceiving?
Sir Shirkin: Heh, and it's going to suddenly turn again!