A/N: I had taken this off Fanfiction because I wanted to correct a little bit of stuff. I also wanted to eliminate the craptastic parts but… LIFE IS CRAPTASTIC AND I LIKE THIS TO BE BELIEVABLE TO AN EXTENT!

A/N: I know this is less than a page. It's a bit crappy but I'm on writer's block! Darn!

The sun had risen again. Again I found myself on my feet. Yesterday was in the past and today I had to work. A cold shower woke me up fairly well. Teeth chattering, I ransacked my closet in order to find my uniform. I caught a glimpse of my nude body in the mirror. My wounds were healing nicely and my hair had grown a lot! There was no more business in the front it was all a part of different layers.
I'd never think it but I was able to smirk at the sun looking back. It smiled tenderly at me. I laughed and hurried into my clothes. I was alright because there was a bright side to yesterday and I had maybe overreacted. The reminiscence of his face brought me a slightly down.
Reno, get over it! One more look in the mirror was one more word with me until I was off to face the regular daily things like training and monitoring of economic whatnot.
The acoustic guitar out behind the French doors began to sound on its own. Yesterday had brought it despondence. It tried to forget with a hopeful tune that the wind helped it with. I could hear it as I strolled down the halls. The heated daylight embraced its polished wooden body but it wasn't able to completely warm it up for me…
My transition into each event of the day and the afternoon would be my hair flying all over and my blazer "billowing in the speed" while my feet practically streak the floors with burning rubber from the soles of my boots. To end the day would be an acrobatic flip and electrical whack from my electrified nightstick. In other words my day went like this: "RENO get this! Do that! Let's train! Give me all you got! WHERE IS THAT DETERMINATION?" At the end I desired to take a passive walk.
"Reno!" I rolled my eyes. My name had become a dreaded word after that day and only for those twenty-four hours.
"Can I help you?" Halting wasn't necessary because whom ever it was ready to catch up. I could tell when they held onto my black silk button down shirt and let go as soon as they were by my side.
"Reno, I need some help. Our entertainment was badly injured by a random encounter and was unable to get here. Can you be our entertainment?" So this is Tifa. I thought the voice was familiar. The issues in my head were distracting me to much. I was weakened for the moment since my sixth sense was being interrupted by various thoughts.
"No thanks Tifa," I knew I was getting myself into a Tiff.
"Oh, Reno please," she pleaded cutting in front of me and stopping me from going further. "Please!" She held my face so I could look at her desperate face. Would I regret this?
"Give me five minutes."
"You're a life saver!"
"Funny…"

Near the alley I lit my cigarette with Cid's. He had brought me here to talk. My question was about what? Suddenly I had no need to ask him audibly because common sense served me well. He'd speak first while I enjoyed the docile and sweet overriding smell comparable to musk from the mentholated cigarette I had between my lips.
"Yer talented I give ye that," he smirked. It made me comfortable that this man was similar to me in so many ways. I could say any gibberish and he'd understand. "But ya need to know this yer making a big mistake. I see how ye look at him. He's not that kinda guy so give up," he finished, giving me boost in determination. If not for me and not for Vincent it was because of Cid! I would never give up on ol' Vinnie now.
"What are you trying to say?" I inquired too innocently. The pilot scowled. "Seriously I'm unable to understand your point!"
"My point is yer growing too fond o' Vincent and you got no chance 'cause he's not a homo!" It began like a snicker and then it developed into a loud rupture of laughter. It was a contemptuous laugh the annoying kind that didn't necessarily sound like a hyena.
"Cid, Cid, Cid, Cidddy, Cid, Cid, Cid, how funny can you get? Are you sure the King isn't looking for his fool?" That was over used but fit either way it had some wit to it. "For your information I don't want Vincent that way, not precisely. He's a very interesting character and I need to figure him out. I'm halfway there too. Aside from deciphering the riddle I also want to gain his friendship because, believe it or not, he has my respect and loyalty. Why and how you may ask… I'll respond like this: It doesn't concern you so get out of my face!" It was quite a lengthy monologue or rant or response but it was not all.
"Whadda' ya suppose will happen to me if I don'?" He was a very veteran man. I shrugged and stomped out the flame of my helping of nicotine.
"Nothing will happen to you. I'll just walk right over you," I said every word sounding credulous. I tried to go back inside but his arm halted me.
"Just be conscious kid and don't try anything stupid. Vincent has gone through a lot." I smirked wildly.
"I know, Cid. I know everything…"

A/N: I was swamped with work. I'm sorry I took so long. I wrote this as quick as possible in the heat of pressure as well. I needed to get it down somewhere or I'd lose it all. I'm sorry again and enjoy this error infected draft. Oh, and it's also a little dry that's writers block for you! Oh and please visit my deviant page so you can see my crummy fanart of Vincent and Reno... It's not dirty so don't expect much.
"Or at least I think I know everything about his general past," I thought to myself as I strolled back into the building. I was blocking out most of the chatter and the loud clinking of toasts. By art of the gods I made it back to my usual stool without any interruptions. I was a fine Turk indeed.
"What's wrong?" Mind you, Marlene was a mere infant to me. Her questioning me with means of consoling me was amusing. 'She had no experience and was oblivious to any solution to my issues,' I thought.
"Nothing you need to worry about, Kido," I laughed while patting her head. She blew up her cheeks and pouted. Marlene could tell that I was trying not to laugh again.
"Just because I'm younger than you doesn't mean I can't help!" She argued. "You're not supposed to underestimate people!" She whined. At least she picked something useful up.
"Fine, I'm sorry."
"Will you tell me what's wrong?" she inquired joyously.
"Yeah, I like this person but I'm not sure they like me back," I simplified with a half-assed tone.
"What is this person like?" She was really into this. The last thing I wanted to do was make a little girl upset in a place more hers than mine.
"Dark hair, scary eyes, I don't waste my time on just anything, blood red; the usual," I hurried. She nodded as if she were processing a conclusion. My elbows on the counter helped my hands support my head in that casual tired look as she analyzed.
"Have you tried asking?"
"Asking them if they like me?"
"Yes," she verified.
Suddenly into this conversation more than I intended I was satisfying her desire to help with more grown situations. "Well, the case with that is this person isn't like you or me. I don't think I can rush into that question."
"But how will you ever know for sure if they like you?" Marlene insisted. I meditated that for two seconds.
"Changing the subject a little, Marlene what is Vincent like?" I tried. She was more than happy to answer.
"He's really nice. He helps protect me and Densil! Most of the time he looks really sad but he I think that that is how he just looks," she giggled. I sighed. "It's funny that you ask about him."
"Why, Marlene!" I cleared my throat and held back some. "Why do you say that, Marlene?" She made a face.
"He asked about you." Keeping it cool I sat there attentively. "He said, 'Marlene, do you know anything about that Turk, Reno?'" The way she impersonated him was priceless. I knew it was an attempt to make me feel better. I shouldn't have underestimated her. "I told him all I knew was that you were a Turk and what my friend's mom said about you and your partner." Was it that obvious that I wanted to know the rest? "While she was lying on the ground, fumbling to get up because creatures attacked her, a redheaded Turk snatched her son away from the explosion of the tower." Elated because I believed I had just earned some points on his charts I patted the young girls head.
"Thanks, Marlene."
"No problem kitty!" she teased.
"Hey, that was a one time thing!" I whined. Oh the tables had turned. I was the pouting one now.
"I want to call you Kitty." Obviously she was on one of the highs kids get sometimes. I was not going to argue with a kid.
"And I'll call him Tabby." Speechless, I turned round.
"Vincent!" Marlene waved.
"Hey, Red," I greeted a little embarrassed for no particular reason other that I had indirectly declared my 'love' for him through the cheesiest way; song.
"Marlene." With the mere mention of her name she was gone.
"How'd you do that?" It seemed like a mock but I was serious.
"I saw Cid and you go outside. What was that all about?" Marlene was not the only one he was talking about me with. I smirked.
"Nothin' much," I lied. Furrowing his hidden brows Vincent sat next to me wordlessly.
The wait was making me very anxious. I wanted to break this silence in some way. Perhaps I should tell him what I feel and heed the child's advice and confirm my adoration towards him. Something had to be said or done. I wasn't going to look him in the eyes. Not until I felt I could take on the weight. I was weak and he was fragile. It was a puzzle with what seemed not solution. None of the pieces fit together.
"Vincent," I called softly.
"Yes?" His voice was tired and hoarse yet smooth. It was that vampire stereotype voice which everyone seems to enjoy.
"Isn't it obvious?" I was chickening out.
"What is?" he retorted monotonously.
"That I have a thing for you?" Holding my breathe I waited for his reply. When it seemed I would turn blue-
"Yes it is rather obvious. My question to you is what has possessed you?" He was so passive and unemotional. If I had tears I would have been streaming.
"No demon that is for sure," I replied afraid my wit had gone to the dogs. "Vincent, being terribly serious, and hoping that you'll be as honest as I was, what do you feel for me?" He paused and had me holding my breath again. It was just him and I there.
"I gave all my love away. I don't feel anything but-
"Sorrow and rage, I know the feeling," I finished his sentence. "I needed to be sure. Is there a plus?"
"A plus?"
"Yeah,"
"Plus, I think you're just a tad confused?"
"I'm not confused about my emotions. I'm not confused about the fact that the mother of my child died taking with her my heart and some of my sense. I'm not confused about the fact that if I truly loved her and her me I had to move on. If I suffer she suffers and vies-versa. You're wrong about that. How many other things are you wrong about? Don't be afraid to admit it. I admit that my whole life has been a wrong turn until now…so in fact everything I've been through has been worth it… hopefully," The blood in my veins was truly boiling. My hairs on point and my teeth clenched. I didn't like the feeling of sorrow and rage so it infuriated me that Vincent was honing these emotions.
"Did you love her that much?" He inquired calmer than me of course.
"I would have given my very life for her. I would have lived my life without my dick if she would have asked," I assured. He was quiet as I expected. "She's more than just a memory but I have to move on. I can't wallow in my self pity all day. I can't torture myself. Sorrow's contagious did you know that?

And I can't deprive the world of me," I joked a little too earnest.
"You are too arrogant," Vincent lectured.
"I know but self-importance is what fuels me anything to survive, yeah?" Looking into his eyes once more I smirked. He shook his head tiredly. "Now that we're all being frank I would like to complement your crimson eyes they're so enchanting."
"So you've said."
"Have I? I don't recall. And if I did it doesn't hurt, me saying it over. Does it? The first time I saw you they were the first things I noticed." I tried to be less flirtatious than I usually was and it was a chore. I could see him uneasy, trying not to look at me. He found it difficult to avoid the royal color. Vincent reminded me of all the other girls I've ever hit on in a way. It was amusing and sort of uplifting. Uplifting because almost every girl that I've focused my eye on I've gotten into bed with.
"I remember that day well." It was pleasing to hear his depthless voice again.
"You do? I only remember so much. I remember giving you all my attention and wan- I'm sorry that was unnecessary." Playing the 'I didn't mean to' card was an extra charisma point for most of the ladies that I've ever ended up 'scoring' with. I wondered if it would work on Vincent.
"Yes it was," he agreed yet avoiding my stare.
"Why don't you just walk away?" He supposedly wasn't into me but he hadn't left my side. I was sure after all that I had said he would walk away. Either he was enjoying the attention given to him or he was into me.
He was silent. I was too but unlike him I dared to look at him. Admitting what I felt was a load off my chest.

A/N: Writer's block then a Stroke. Christ I seriously think I'm going to die. My Microsoft office was deleted from my computer because of stupid Trojan Viruses. How the heck do I get those anyways? Pop ups? Well I'm back and having some health issues which fog up my mind. Christ my head hurts which makes me so angry thus causing me pain and then slow death. Roar... I hope you can all understand this chapter. It's riddled with so many errors it may not be a laughing matter anymore. All I got to say is ... "Mehh" and "BLAHH"

It was written on his facade he wasn't comfortable with me by his side. He seemed like the type that wouldn't care if anyone felt he was rude. If he really wanted to he would have walked away a long while ago.
The chatter of then and the echoing voices of those at work were making my head spin a pinch. Tifa had brought me a glass of water and an aspirin after I had so sweetly demanded it! Thankfully, I nodded. Soon the glass became "half full". I laid my heavy head on the counter. Red hair floated onto the red caped man's arm. I had no idea because my arms disturbed my site. My temples were pulsating which made my left eye begin twitching.
"So how was you're day?" I asked him knowing my gesture of complaint had caught his attention. Even if I couldn't see I could somehow tell when people had their eyes on me. It's instinct for the masses. It was nothing special.
"You really want to know?" I nodded with my head yet down and faced in a way that made me unable to be seen .My arm created a barrier. Feeling that I was a bit too impersonal I mustered up a great amount of strength and picked my self up. My right hand came to my chin and supported my head from falling off my neck.
"If I didn't I wouldn't be asking you. Don't you think?" He gave me the benefit of the doubt.
"My day is not as exciting as you are hoping. I just ran around doing errands for Tifa and Yuffie since now they have decided that they need more hands. I am not sure what is happening. I would much rather be back where I always find myself." Holding out on me ay? It was not like I was going to stalk him.
"Why don't you just tell them you don't want to be here all the time?" Vincent shook his head. "I understand." For friends and family almost anything is done.
"I thought you might." His voice was lighter and he seemed more sociable. I smirked and drank some more water. "If you don't mind me asking," he began, making me jump. "What weapon do you use?" He was curious about me. I believed that was a good sign. He was comfortable enough with me to ask me questions or he was just trying to change the subject.
"I use the Electro Magrod and my powerful fists of fury!" I said clenching my fists and raising them playfully. "I'm pretty good with a gun but because of the fact that Rain shot herself, I'm not really- I'll just stay away from those. I've done a pretty good job of burying my past the only thing is it just won't stay dead." He knew this would happen. He knew that I would basically rant about myself if he asked me something that had to do with me. "You probably know how I feel." He said nothing.
"You guys are awfully friendly!" Tifa's voice came sheering the silence between us. "You've been talking for so long!" Her hands were at her hips again. "This is actually a big surprise." She did seem confused. Was that good? "Vincent can you help Yuffie in the kitchen before she breaks something?" Just then a loud groan and a few plate shattered served to quiet down the customers.
"I guess you're too late, Vinnie," I called as power walked over to the kitchen.
"Vinnie? What have you done to him?" Tifa inquired leaning on me.
"Nothing, he'll talk to me about that later." Tifa smiled.
"Not just that. He usually doesn't talk to anyone except Cloud and Cid, this much."
"So he's into blondes," I joked to myself considering the possibility.
"What was that?" she strained.
"I said, this headache bums..."

A/N: I wish I was a better writer... sigh well I'll see what I can do about making a fan comic about this. I was listening to Digital love while writing this... Really good song... read this while listening to it.

"So would you go out with a man?" I mustered. Vincent couldn't believe that anyone would actually ask him anything of the sort. We were in the kitchen alone. Yuffie had been taken to the bathroom to get the glass out of her shoulder. The giddy young girl was a mess when we came in but she was strong. The last thing she was doing was crying. Some complaining about the pain was expected and she carried out our expectations.
It was a spacious place but clustered. Lots of hanged silver worked like a grand amount of mirrors reflecting all that had a reflection. I smirked mischievously at myself in a frying pan hanging near my head. There was nothing in my teeth. My lips were tepid and smooth looking. I could see Vincent which was a relief.
"I wouldn't go out with anyone! No one means anything to me." Vincent's depthless voice was rising. I nodded and picked a clean counter to jump on and get comfortable. I crossed my legs and began fidgeting with my fingernails, tapping them on different surfaces. It was impossible to check him out with that damned cape.
With an excited shiver I jumped off the counter. His back was to me. I felt it my job to change that. A few slinky steps and I was between him and a sink. It still hadn't hit me until I conjured up, " Then you wouldn't mind if I-" My sight had been somewhat blurry until then.
His ruby eyes were wide and he was an inch or two taller than me. Shock paralyzed us. I could breathe in his rapid breaths and he mine. I couldn't recall what fueled me. So I gazed up at him the same way a child would gaze up at what had been under their bed all along or in their closet. This was one of the first times I had been afraid of someone like this. Swallowing hard I told myself I was alright. If I waited for the right time I would die waiting. I didn't want to wait any longer. It wasn't like I hadn't stolen before. 'I'm Reno. I can do this!' I told myself.
It was an adrenaline rush actually. I gave it too much thought. He could have dodged me but he didn't. The same way he could have walked away earlier he could have walked away now.
His lips were deathly yet so velvety and full of warmth. My arms wrapped around his neck. One of them strayed searching for his thin waist under that red cape. Gently, I kind of suckled on his bottom lip. My stomach muscles contracted. I felt like I was reaching a climatic point. I had been wanting this so badly finally getting it was tiring and relieving and just- euphoric. Vincent was reluctant to kiss me back but he did at some point for a little while. That was enough for me. He accepted my affectionate actions and that's all that mattered.
My lust growing to a nearly uncontrollable state I pressed his face against mine and forced his mouth open. I slid my tongue in and explored the foreign space. His dark hair felt soft and plentiful in my hand. Was it a dream? I didn't want to find out. I wanted the night to consume me. I wanted to slumber for as long as time went on. He winced a little when I licked the corner of his lips. If I parted too much the kiss would end yet if I lasted too long he'd avoid me more than he's expected to. It was always a delicate situation with him and it was infuriating! So I shifted my lower half a little closer to his. My thighs became tight and my hold on him too. It was a thrill when he leaned closer.
I was panting and nearly suffocated when I let him go. He hastily hid his mouth away in his collar and stared at me with a confused angered look. I didn't know what my face look liked. I didn't care. The silence had become extremely awkward and painful! I laughed nervously trembling. My palms were sweating and my chest was thumping. "I know I'm a Turk and I know you'll never stop mourning but-" His dive at my face cut me off. I was truly ecstatic but his lips did not meet mine.
"Do not tell a soul," he threatened in a hushed hiss. Brows arched and bruised lips in a rainbow I tried to comprehend what had just occurred. He looked afraid; like I felt.
"What, w-why?" I stuttered. He never answered my questions but pleased my yearn. The taste of him lingered on my canines. "There's nothing wrong with just a little, little fun," I told him in between each breathing break in our kiss...
Chapter 15 end... lol

A/N: when he's at the door of his apartment listen to one more time... While you're reading the rant listen to a demon for every day and when the girls come in listen to something like Sucks to be you by prozzak... Lol... Well I'm working on 17 right now... It'll be in later or early tomorrow... We don't stopahhh lol... I love one more time!

Rage is a very powerful thing. Everyone has their demons. It's very difficult to exorcise them sometimes when they are always moving around in you; finding different ways to weaken you. Rage and sorrow working together can destroy you completely. Both alone are hazardous in every way. They only feel right or fashionable sometimes because when nothing occurs we feel superior. Living things have always been striving for power; searching for a god. When we meet our fears and play with them and nothing happens, that we're aware of, we feel godly. We feel powerful. We are own deity. We've answered the question. That sense of self control that comes with sorrow appeals to us and when it's mixed with rage which equals to a feeling of strength and daringness those demons can manifest themselves in a way none of us would imagine.
Vincent Valentine was cursed with becoming part of Chaos or the other way around. He's a host of so many demons. He walks around like the living dead; a misguided and lost spirit. He was forced to be this; what he's become. He has the power of demons yet it always drags him down. He lived thirty years ago. Can you only imagine how hard that must be? We all want him to move on. The thing is he's moved on so much already. But everything's not lost. And if it is, there are more things in this world to gain. Starting from scratch is never bad but we make it so because we are selfish in that matter.
Nothing was meant to be alone. Humans were never meant to be alone. But if you do feel lonesome in a sea of people it's okay because you have your self. We're all made up of a subconscious and a conscience. Two people in one body. Think of it that way and you'll find your self with more people than you've ever imagined. For the more sexual kind who doesn't care much for words or spirituality just touch and warmth an alternative would be hope and the realization that true love doesn't exist. Actually, we must all be aware that true love doesn't exist and if it does then it's our job to realize that we have to build it. Nothing comes easily in life. When someone is "right" for you, you have to do everything in your power to keep that knot tight. Each time there is a dispute someone will mend it. And if you guys drift apart then... that relationship was not meant to be. You're still searching and there is still someone out there that you have yet to meet.
Funny thing here: there is always someone who'll like you. There will always be that secret admirer... How come we never notice? We're not psychic. And if you never find that right person... Wake up and tend to that person inside you. I'm telling you the truth. You are someone you've yet to meet. You're someone who you should try to have a relationship with. Make it work. Everything's not lost.
All the kisses in my life led to sex. This was the first time I ever felt that I didn't want to have sex with the person that I had just kissed. I wanted to marvel at his face for as long as possible. It was shocked and much livelier. I felt guilty yet satisfied that I had triggered that rosy hue on his lips. I was just about to reach for his pale cheeks when the girl's voices came back faintly to my ears. They were just behind the door. We drifted away to different corners of the kitchen.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Tifa asked Yuffie. The young lady's shoulder was all bandaged up. She nodded and got back to whatever she was doing before she wounded herself.
"Hope you feel better Yuffie." I didn't care much if she was okay or not. I thought that was the appropriate thing to say. "Tifa thanks for the care." I was actually grateful for that aspirin. "Vincent," The mere mention of his name from me put him on edge. I would never betray him. "Take care." I patted his back and took my leave.
When you're in love you feel like you have something to live for. That makes most people really happy. When people are in a good mood you can tell. I didn't know if I was acting like one of those overly joyous loons or not but I do know I was riding around with a smirk plastered onto my face. I never said anything polite to random people on the street. I was kind of energetic but not as obsessive as most people are when they get what they want. I was pretty much under control... I was keeping it pretty cool-
Swiftly I swiped the cardkey. As soon as that door opened I practically hopped in! "YEAH OH YES!" Self-control my ass! I think I even did a celebration dance. My apartment door hadn't even gotten a chance to close properly before I was losing it! "Fuck yes!" I told myself! "FUCK YEAH I ROCK!" I yelled.

A/N: I have writer's block again... This sucks...
When something good happens or we're in a good mood we tend to forget about everything else. I was ransacking my cupboards for some food. It had been a long day and I had ignored my appetite too long now.
Sadly enough I hadn't even had time to buy anything for so long. My refrigerator and cupboards and storage closet were scanty. Just as I closed the refrigerator I heard.
"Knock, knock, am I interrupting something?" This man seemed to sense my arrival. It was rather stalkerish but I suppose I didn't really mind. The day is especially hard on him since he was stuck between four walls avoiding paper cuts and ink stains. Each day he got mountains of paper work to play around with. It was a drag being Tseng. I guess that's the only alternative when you can't raise a gun to a man's head without any moral remorse.
"No you're not interrupting. Come in if you want," I told him. "I'm not going to be that hospitable there's nothing to offer you here, except." I looked at my choices. "Some milk that that expired four months ago, a bagel from I don't know when, Twizlers, and," I looked at the topic at hand closely. " A rubber band." Tseng had already made himself comfortable on my couch.
"No, thank you. I think I'll have to pass." I didn't blame him. I shoved everything back but the Twizlers that I bought a week ago into the garbage.
"I ask myself about you sometimes." He ran his fingers through his hair.
"What else other than 'how can he live under these conditions that he puts himself in' do you ask yourself?" I was being a complete idiot.
"Come over here and I'll tell you." Tempting it really was. I didn't know if I should go or not. "What's wrong?" The imbecilic, thought of 'he can read my mind' went through my head.
"You know what why don't we go out?" He didn't exactly respond to that like I imagined he would.
"I don't feel like going out today. I'm really tired. I know you're hungry. Why don't we go to my apartment?" Sounded well to me. The only reason I was so hesitant was because I was confused. Vincent and I weren't legitimate and neither were Tseng and I. It wasn't cheating. I agreed.
His apartment, I never recalled coming in here. Everything was orderly as expected. It was old looking because of the Brazilian rosewood. We ate some ramen and drank some herbal tea at a small round table.
"There is something different about you Reno."
"Good or bad?"
"You tell me." He wasn't sure what it was and neither was I. "Ah," he said. It seemed Tseng had just stumbled upon the answer. "What's the good news?" Wow he was skilled. Yet it was all psychology and ethics. Being able to read a person was mandatory in being a Turk.
"Wow, news? Nope, I don't have any news. Well, it's nothing important." I was obviously lying and he could tell. I guess anyone could tell when I went up a few notes.
"Uhuh? Spill it!"
"What? Spill what? No- w-why?" You'd think I'd throw in the towel.
Tseng got up from his seat and walked over to me. "Why are you hiding this so much if it isn't important?" He pushed the table a little and sat on my lap. It looked like he was riding me. What could I possibly say to get out of this one?
"Fine, fine, I was helping a friend out," I began. He cut me off with a lick to my neck. "I thought you wanted to know!" I argued.
"Go on then..."

A/N: I'm trying to type this as fast as I can! So that I can push in other ideas! I have writer's block!

"A musician?"
"You sound surprised." Obviously he was.
Sadly enough my involvement in the fine arts has shocked many people. Once someone has seen you drunk they automatically assume you are a lost case. If you smoke in a certain style they can determine if you are either a vagabond or a snob.
We base everything on a basics; stereotypes, and then we make assumptions. This is for our well being. What about the other person's well being? Well, when you win it's not always beneficial to the other person. Life is a battle whether it's an enjoyable thought or not. The people that are better off are those who have strong defenses.
"I apologize but I am," he laughed. He new I was offended so he tried to repair the tiny emotional damage he had caused. I put a hand to his mouth.
"Don't worry I forgive you." I smirked at him. "Maybe tomorrow, Tseng. I'm not in the mood." I kissed him on the cheek and embraced him. Unlike Vincent he was welcoming and much warmer. I felt I could hold him for a good time but something told me to let him go. The more self-indulgent part of me attempted to debate with that gut feeling. "Don't worry it's nothing you said. I just don't have the urge to do anything with anyone right now. I'll let you know if I change my mind. Oh, and thanks for having me over," I let him free but held his hand a little before parting completely. It was a sign of affection that never failed to get you what you want.
"Asher, you owe me," he sounded disappointed and angry at the same time.
"I know. I'll make it up to you somehow."
I couldn't sleep. I just laid there in my bed watching ever minute that passed. Time was much slower at night than it was in the day. That's how it felt. I knew that the reason for that was because during the day I was usually more distracted than at night, sometimes... I couldn't shut my eyes at all. I wanted to stop thinking about today and start reliving it in my dreams. Vincent Valentine had finally fallen. The mask was almost off. Almost in this case meant almost, almost. I found myself touching my lips. I was that guy. I hated being that guy who touches his lips as he remembers or touched his arm as he remembers... More importantly females were usually the ones who were doing that. I came to disgust myself for being so damn sentimental. I was also acting very cheesy seeing as the media had used that same action so many times to portray to the audience that that particular character is falling or has fallen for the second main character.
Amazingly I was so unfocused I went from thinking about how cheesy I was to what kind of cheese I would be. For sometime I was listing different dairy products and wondering if Vincent would like any of them... I was so pathetic and in love... I laughed about it but then it became direly suffocating. I was in love and I couldn't do anything about it. I was powerless to an emotion, the highly destructive virus whose name is made up of four measly letters!

A/N: I have no words for this except for crap. I don't know what is going to happen next... I came back however. That's good. Lol. I hope. I drew RENO AND VINCENT AGAIN. PLEASE VISIT ME DEVIANT PAGE! DO NOT TERRORIZE ME! I MUST DRAW... I know I'm not thaaaat good but I'm okay...

I had eventually shut my eyes and rested for at least half an hour. When I got out of bed the sky matched my eyes and the sun was resisting the clouds. I was off automatically to do my usual duties. That day my shoulders were especially heavy but one thing kept my head up and my back arched in arrogance and nonchalant-ness like always. I wanted to finish work as fast as possible. I needed and wanted to find Vincent again.