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A/N: Without BMIK beta, there would be no fic! Thank you again hon, you are the best!

Chapter 11- Leaving the Fog Forest.

It was Christmas. Yazoo saw no point in it. But since Kadaj found that "he " would get presents, the young man kind of liked the atmosphere of the season. But not this year, Yazoo was not in the mood. He also noticed that Vincent was more silent than ever, not talking about the holiday. When the snow fell down and covered the garden, Yazoo brought a Christmas tree, and decorated it with colored little balls and LEDs.

He thought about cheering Vincent up with a surprise dinner and a small gift. He didn´t know that this may not be such a good idea, though, because Vincent hated surprises. And Yazoo was finally returning to Midgar to see his brothers, but he wanted to thank Vincent for everything he had done for him. So Yazoo brought home a bottle of wine and a delivery dinner. They fixed the dinner in the worn wood table, at least it had a table cloth above, courtesy from Yazoo.

"I remember the first time I saw you…In the forest, with your brothers, when you tried to…you know…"

"Destroy the world?"

"Yes. Time passes quickly."

"So this is the night of truths…I suppose that you already knew who am I when I came here for the first time."

"Vaguely. Your hair…We don't see many silver haired people around."

"Yeah and sometimes this is a bit embarrassing…I think I should dye it…brown?" Yazoo said, waving his hand and lifting a lock with his fingers.

"It wouldn't look bad, but I rather like you in silver."

Yazoo´s cheeks flushed when Vincent slightly touched a lock of his hair, sliding it around his fingers until they came to rest on the boy's shoulder.

"When you recognized me, and helped me, did you feel scared?"

"No." Vincent released Yazoo's hair and sat on the chair, with the second wine bottle on his hands.

"Don't lie Vincent."

"A little bit. Then, when you said that you'd stay only two days and it became months….well, now I'm a whole lot more scared!"

The raven hair man smirked and opened the wine.

Vincent wanted to say "I am afraid to fall in love with you. Because I never saw a creature in this world so beautiful and perfect as you are Yazoo. That is my fear", but surely he wouldn't dare say this to his friend, or to no one else.

Yazoo tilted his head with his usual 'humpf' and gave Vincent a genuine smile.

They had this power over each other. They were reserved and shy people towards anyone else, but not towards each other. Sometimes Yazoo thought about why he felt so attached to the dark haired man. Perhaps because they had been hurt by the ones they had loved. Or maybe it was more simple than that; they just trusted and cared for each other in a way that they had never before. Friendship. Well, Cloud had asked the man to help, though when the time they spent together passed, Yazoo knew that Vincent wouldn't be so friendly, if he didn´t want to.

"Thank you Vincent. For everything. I want you to know that you can count on me. Forever and for anything."

"Thank you too Yazoo. Have a good trip back to your home. I wish you the best and…my house is open in case you want or need to come…back…"

Vincent didn't really think when he suddenly reached for the silver boy and pulled him in a light embrace, tipping Yazoo's back and then only holding him tight. He didn't remember the last time he had done this to someone. Vincent really wished the best for the boy's return to Midgar. Yazoo appreciated Vincent's rare show of affection and leaned his head against the man's chest, feeling himself being held by the safest arms in the world. " How good it feels to be embraced by someone…Oh god …I 'll miss him."

"You are by far the best person that I have ever met, Mr Valentine."

"You too kid…you too…Do the best for you there." Vincent smiled and tightened the embrace.

They ate in their usual silence, uncomfortable with others, but not with each other, and then went to bed early.

In the morning Vincent left Yazoo at Gongaga bay and watched the boat leaving the coast with a dull, impassive face and an odd feeling in his chest. He would never admit it, but he already missed Yazoo. Secretly, he wished for the boy would come back.

In the next morning Yazoo called Vincent just to say that he had arrived in Midgar. The raven hair man gave a bright smile when he heard the young's voice and his friend, Reeve, frowned his brow at him. As soon Vincent hanged out, Reeve offered a cup of tea and they sat at his office.

"So smiley towards a phone call..."

Vincent casted down his eyes to his tea and gave a sip on it, averting Reeve's glaring at him. They knew each other for a long time for now and Reeve felt the right to push Vincent.

"You should fix this if you want to have more smiley moments on you life."

Vincent smirked and shook his head sinking himself on the comfy velvet chair.

"It's complicated."