Final Fantasy VII: My Vengeance

Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VII. Yes, I know, It's finally here! The Sequel to God Clash.

Summary: While everyone else has moved on, Vincent Valentine can't shake the feeling of hatred he holds for Hojo, deep inside his soul. But hatred has its cost, Vincent has begun to form a new Chaos, twisting and warping his unmovable hatred onto those around him. To stop the final loss approaching, Vincent sets out with one idea in mind. Kill Hojo. Hojo, however, is just as bent to destroy Vincent, and with his new evolved form, he might be able to destroy Vincent instead.

Chapter 1: Wrong?

Vincent opened his red eyes. The Seventh Heaven. In just three years, it had transformed from a bar to a full blown house, removing the bar section and replacing it with a living room, the old one now Cloud's den and office for when he was hired to do temporary bodyguard jobs. Vincent used it to keep an eye on everything that might be revenant to him.

Today, though, he was here to celebrate a new addition to the Strife family, two new additions, Victoria Dawn Strife, and Zack Tidus Strife. Vincent looked up into Cloud's eyes. And instantly felt all the more lonely. Why could he never feel the way Cloud looked? Vincent quietly sighed as he remembered the answer.

Hojo. As much as he tried, Vincent could never forgive nor forget Hojo. Lucreicia was staring at him, and she finally approached.

"You're thinking of him, again, aren't you?" she asked. In the corner of Vincent's eye, Sephiroth perked up. He was sore about everyone's opinions on Hojo. Especially Vincent.

Lucreicia glanced at Cloud and Tifa, and grabbed Vincent's arm and pulled him outside. Once the door closed, she turned on him and slapped him across the face, hard enough to make his head turn. Vincent focused to stay conscious, she could really throw a slap.

"Why are you so upset about him?" Vincent turned back to her, anger blazing in his eyes, and nearly slapped her, falling short of her face by inches. Lucreicia's eyes opened again and she glanced at the hand. The Gauntlet.

"That's why! I can never be human with my whole left hand encased in a gauntlet! It's the mark of a monster!" He leaned even closer. "And I never forgive anyone who made me a monster." He hissed.

"Oh! So now I'm a bad guy? I'm more responsible for that, if that's the case."

"You only put the materia in my chest! He mutated me! Changed my whole body!" Vincent clawed open skin on his other arm, and put it in her face. The wound sucked itself closed and healed completely in an instant. "He did THAT." He turned with a swirl of his cape and began walking away. Lucreicia's eyes were filled with tears, she turned and retreated back into the Seventh Heaven. Vincent slowed and stopped, awestruck and hurt. She…she hadn't tried to stop him. His wide red eyes were suddenly a little too shiny. He lowered his head, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Please." He whispered. "Please come back." He waited. She didn't come. "Please come back." He repeated. Again, she didn't. He repeated himself again, a little louder. Inside him, a struggle was raging. He gritted his teeth, fighting it back.

Hatred. So much hatred.

Pain erupted within Vincent Valentine. And he screamed.

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The scream fell on deaf ears. Lucreicia put her back against the door. She closed her eyes. Dammit, she hated Hojo too, but not enough to kill everything just to get vengeance.

"Problems?" Cloud asked. Lucreicia opened her eyes.

"Too many." Cloud could hear hurt. He almost had a sixth sense for it. Cloud didn't say anything. Lucreicia's hurt suddenly turned to a mixture of sadness and rage. She gripped the front of Cloud's shirt in two fists. "That…that bastard thinks he knows about hurt! About not being human!" tears began to flow. She broke and placed her forehead on his chest, crying fully. Cloud put sympathetic arms around her shoulders.

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Sephiroth stepped out onto the roof of the Seventh Heaven, eyes narrowed, anger filling his being. How dare Vincent! Sephiroth growled and punched the wall. It hurt, but it diffused some of the anger.

"My, my. You've inherited my temper." Said a voice. Sephiroth looked to the origin of the voice. A tall, just slightly taller than Sephiroth, white-haired man, holding a double-bladed gunblade. "What troubles you, my son?"

"Who are you?" Sephiroth growled.

"I? I'm just an old friend of Vincent's. Last time I checked, my name was Hojo." Hojo stepped closer to Sephiroth, and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I know how to end your mother's pain. I've already begun the plan. I just need you to keep Vincent here, away from Nibelheim. Can you do that for your old man, Sephie?"

"It's Sephiroth." The SOLDIER said through gritted teeth. Hojo chuckled.

"Sorry, kiddo. Can you do it?" Something in Hojo's voice, something in the tone, made Sephiroth want to like him. He couldn't identify what it was, which irritated him.

Sephiroth sighed. "I can do it." Hojo smiled even wider.

"That's my Fallen Angel. But, first, I need you to go and attack Vincent. Get him angry. It'll make things more fun, huh?" Sephiroth finally smiled.

"I think I'm starting to like you, father."

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Vincent keeled over, groaning in agony. It felt like a furnace in his heart! Sweat popped out everywhere. His skin began to stretch. It felt like a shape shift. He'd done it plenty of times, but with the exception of Chaos that one last time, it had never been forced. And it had never been so painful.

Sephiroth landed a few feet in front of him, then drew both of his swords, Meidou and Hirohito. Vincent stood up as straight as he could.

"Sephiroth, please, get Lucrei-" he paused to give a weak grunt, "Lucreicia. I need her!" Sephiroth didn't move. "NOW!"

"You won't make my mother cry again, you son of a bitch." Vincent stood up straighter, which wasn't much, considering.

"Funny." He growled away a bit more pain. "You sound just like your bastard father."

"Don't. Insult. My. Father." Sephiroth growled. Vincent straightened fully, his eyes wide. Sephiroth kicked him down. Pain momentarily forgotten, Vincent rolled back to his feet and dived at Sephiroth, uppercutting Sephiroth. Landing back on his feet, he turned and blocked a sword swipe with his gauntlet. He tried to draw Cerberus, but his arm muscles suddenly ached.

"What the?" Sephiroth slashed with his other sword. Golden armor appeared just before the sword hit, stopping it cold. But just that place, a small plate or two on Vincent's suddenly too-pale cheek. Now they were both confused. Sephiroth jumped back from a punch.

How had Vincent done that? He'd never been able to do that before! Vincent's left cheek finished armoring up, running in interlocking plates all the way to the gauntlet, where the fused with the armor there. A long, slender blade extended from Vincent's knuckles. A silhouette suddenly extended into the moon.

"Father?" Vincent blinked. Father?

"Don't worry, Sephiroth, it's all part of the plan." Hojo said, chuckling. "Just continue." He disappeared. Sephiroth looked over his shoulder. Vincent lunged, and inflicted a small scratch on Sephiroth's chest. Sephiroth looked at the wound, then back to Vincent, who had lost all interest in Cerberus.

Sephiroth lunged. Vincent knocked away both swords with his gauntlet, then threw a palm punch at Sephiroth, which suddenly knocked the SOLDIER on his ass.

"I've been doing this kind of stuff for years, kid, compared to me, you're strictly minor league. Be smart and don't make me kill you." Vincent said. His red eyes concealed something that now came to the fore, a blizzard of cold emotion that chilled Sephiroth to the core. Chinks and clunks issued from Vincent's other arm, and he looked. His gaze met another gauntlet. He looked down at himself. The golden armor on his body was extending!

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WTF is going on with Vincent, you ask? We will have to see, eh?