-1A/N: Well, I would like to inform you all that I am no longer staying strictly to the game. That should help updates as well as the fact that I now have a manager who will physically beat me to make sure I update. However, I do not have the internet right now, so I will only be able to update when I go to my manager's place.
Vincent: KuroSakura-chan doesn't own FFVII nor VIII.
Kuro: Hey, that's cheating! I never took your ribbon.
Vincent: Exactly why I did that.
Kuro: …Jerk.
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Vincent

He dropped into the car beside Squall just as he was slamming on the gas. Squall glanced over at him but said nothing as they sped towards the caged Sorceress and Sephiroth.
Both of them jumped from the car as it slammed into the gates. He followed Squall onto the float just in time to see him engage in battle with the boy in the white-trench coat from their first day there. Before he could move to help the SeeD, Sephiroth had swung Masamune at his neck. He barely had time to place the Death Penalty between his skin and the sword, let alone help Squall.
He could only hope Squall could take of this on his own.

Squall

He made quick work of Seifer and glanced back to notice that Vincent was deeply in battle with Sephiroth. He felt a desire to rush over and help, but defeating the Sorceress was his duty. He'd help Vincent after, assuming the other needed it.
As he approached the Sorceress, Irvine and Rinoa climbed up behind him to help.
'This'll be it.' He told himself mentally.

Cloud

How did he always end up in these situations? Cloud sighed as the soldiers led him passed the large float. A glance to his right and he cursed before shouting 'Cure 3-All.' He was thankful that he had saved that last reserve of MP and that the soldiers hadn't removed his armor.
A soldier cuffed him across the face, but the skin was already knitting up on Squall and Vincent. Neither woke, yet they had probably lost a substantial amount of blood. He knew they still lived because he could see their chests rising with breath.
Of course, the last thing he saw was the butt of a gun approaching his face with alarming speed.

Vincent

Bright light was the first thing he noticed. It blared through his eyelids as though they were rice paper.
He slowly opened his eyes, squinting in the light before sitting up. He shivered as cool air accosted his back and looked to his left to see his shirt and cape lying on the floor, folded neatly. His boots were nowhere to be seen.
He stood slowly, stretching his muscles as they felt stiff. It occurred to him that he hadn't had a good rest since he had joined Cloud and the others. It made sense that after finally getting some real sleep, even if it was forced, his body would demand more.
He muttered a quick apology to himself before walking over to his clothes and pulling them on. Once dressed, he frowned down at his socked feet. Figures that they'd take his boots.
"Figures indeed."
'You're awake?' Vincent questioned.
"Of course. I woke when that silver-haired playboy stabbed you. I was going to interfere until your friend used Cure 3 on you." Chaos replied, giving Vincent the impression that he was pouting.
'All right, are you willing to get us out?'
"No. Sephiroth isn't around, so there's no one strong enough for me to deal with. The Galian Beast'll be more than enough." Chaos stated, yawning. "And as an incentive for you: Cloud's being tortured."
Vincent never responded, his body transforming into a navy-blue monster with a flaming red mane. He reached out and ripped the wall apart before jumping out. Immediately, he was attacked by guards, but they were no match for his current form. He dimly heard Chaos say something, but the only language he understood was the beast language.

Squall

As he slowly came to consciousness, he heard a ruckus outside the room. A few shots were fired off and the door slid open, emitting a battle-weary Vincent. He watched as Vincent dispatched the guard inside the room with a single shot and tried to say something in greeting.
"Hey, Vincent, I got 'em mixed up. Cloud wasn't being tortured." Squall heard a voice say and Vincent sighed.
"Squall, are you ok?" Vincent asked.
"Who…Who is talking to you…?" Vincent blinked before peering into Squall's face.
"You can hear Chaos?"
"Vincent, his vitals are dropping. I think we should save this conversation for later as I'm sure you would like him to live." The other voice commented and he saw Vincent nod as his eyesight went hazy. There were three rounds shot off and he was suddenly falling into Vincent's arms. The last thing he heard was a murmur before he passed out again.

When he came to this time around, his head was cradled on Vincent's lap. He didn't open his eyes, however, because he was comfortable and there was an on-going conversation.
"I still can't believe he can hear you." Vincent's deep voice rumbled through his body.
"It is something I've never come across. It could prove entertaining though. You know, on days when you won't speak with me." The other voice he had heard earlier said. "By the way, why are you cradling him on your lap? Have you perhaps grown feelings for him?"
"Chaos!" Vincent shouted in a tortured whisper.
"What? I only ask because I care about what happens to you. We've been host and hosted for 30 years now and you haven't had any lovers in that time. I think a lover would be good for you; especially one I can speak with." The voice, Chaos, stated. "You can't hide that you've already opened up to him."
Vincent stayed quiet for awhile and Squall felt a few fingers slide through his hair. Strangely, it didn't feel awkward but rather comforting. There was an urge to lean into the touch, but he fought it.
"Chaos, he's so young…18 maybe…19 at the most…And the girl Rinoa…"
"Is a twit compared to you. Vincent, you have to try. If it comes to it, I can scare the memory from him if he denies you." Chaos said decisively.
"…I'll think about it, Chaos, I'll think about it." Vincent said, his voice quiet.
"Yeah, I'm sure."
Squall waited for awhile after they stopped talking to open his eyes. Vincent said nothing as he sat up and stretched his arms over his head. He looked over at Vincent who was now standing and holding his Gunblade out to him.
"I found it with my things." Squall nodded and stood, accepting the Gunblade.
"How long have I been out?" He asked, adjusting his clothes.
"Half-hour at most. I used a Cure 2 on you, so that helped." Vincent replied. "If you think you're ready, we should probably move on to finding the others."
"I'm ready." Squall stated and Vincent nodded.
A/N: Well, now. I'm sure this'll make some of you all happy. PLEASE THANK MY FRIEND SUNNY FOR UPDATING FOR ME SINCE I DO NOT HAVE INTERNET!!

Sunny: Yup yup! That's me! I'll be helping Kuro put up her stories for a 'lil bit! Besides... If I didn't want to, she would force me to anyways...