Today may be the saddest report I will give. It is confirmed that Angeal Hewley is in a serious and sexual relationship with a man named Vincent Valentine. We received intel that the two were discussing a very racy topic in the food court of the Midgar Mall. Which resulted in the two leaving rather quickly. However we must look at the bright side. Ladies grab your cameras and get a piece of the very spicy man on man love. We may never get another chance.

-Keepers of Honor

The following morning, Vincent lay in bed for a while. He felt light and giddy though his emotions never betrayed this. Arms wrapped around him and rolled him over. Vincent came face to face with his lover's toned bare chest. He closed his eyes and nuzzled up to him. "You decided to take the day off?" Vincent asked rather surprised. Angeal wasn't one to just decide to call in sick unless he was practically dying.

"I wanted to be here in the morning. Besides that I have to leave on a week long mission tomorrow." Angeal sighed and kissed the pout off his lover's face, "I know Kitten, but its only a week. I'll be back before you know it. Zack is staying behind so he can keep you company." Vincent burrowed his face into the chest and groaned, "That's not making me feel any better."

Angeal chuckled, "Come on, I'll make your favorite breakfast." The gunman perked up, "You mean belgium waffles with nutella and strawberries?"

"The very same"

The ex-Turk perked up more and got up. "I love how fast that made you get up but I normally can't get you to wake up before 10 on Saturday to go to breakfast with Zack." Angeal commented, arms crossed.

"I need a lot of sleep to deal with Zack in the early hours." replied Vincent nonchalantly, making his way to the kitchen. Angeal just shook his head and followed.

After successfully making his love happy, he declared that the rest of the day would be a lazy day. Following this decree the two lounged around the apartment, watching tv or engaging in an encore of the previous night.

Vincent was always sad to see Angeal go on a mission. It meant days of boredom in the apartment with no one to talk to. But it was something that he could not change. So with a slight pout he kissed his soldier goodbye and closed the door. Unsure of what to do, the gunman resorted to cleaning. After the apartment was near spotless his stomach growled alerting him that it was time to eat. His eyes glanced to the clock and to his surprise it was rather late. His feet led him to the fridge which upon opening he discovered was empty. As if the day hadn't been bad enough.

With a swift motion he grabbed his cloak, keys, and was out the door. Vincent wasn't a big fan of public places but being with Angeal taught him to suck it up and take the funny looks. He loaded up the cart quickly with enough food to last him the week, payed with his card and was in and out in no time.

It was a cool afternoon, there weren't very many people out. This meant he could get home faster. He turned onto a secluded street, his footsteps echoing off the buildings. The gunman stopped short a few seconds. Something felt odd but he shook it off. The feeling still lingered. Vincent felt a twinge in his neck, almost like a bug bite. When he went to scratch it away but pulled back a needle. "What the-" and then black.

The room was dim. He could hear the hum of machines all around him. His eyes struggled to open. All he could see was blurs. There was a shadow that looked human-like. "Angeal?" he tried reaching out but his hands were bound.

"I'm not the sensitive oaf you call a boyfriend."

Suddenly Vincent was awake, his face paled. He knew that voice. It was the voice that haunted his dreams for years. The florescent lights flickered on, making him flinch. He squinted towards the footsteps he heard coming near. Professor Hojo smirked and he ran a hand through the raven locks of his prisoner. "Hello Vincent Valentine. Its been a while. I'm sure you remember me."