R.D.D.G: Heyya peoples! I'm sooooooooo sorry that I haven't uploaded in a while. My laptop crashed on me and all of my files were on it, and it took a while for me to get my new computer (parent's old computer w/ new monitor) set up… yeah, life sucks this year. Chemistry and AP English not helping…and the fact I'm now learning how to drive…life goes weee!! Anyways I have to thank my reviewers, who were oh so patient during my down time; so thanks a bunch Kiralover44, Lord Makura, Kyuubi-ismy-homie, Osparrow, Yuffie's Ninja Insanity, and Ninjashallow. And since the demons are going to be talking a bit more in later chaps. Here's a guide to how to tell them apart when they're talking

Mortal =Chaos (and thinking); Mortal = Hellmasker; Mortal = Death Gigas; MortalGailian beast

The drive to the company was silent; the only noise coming from the radio which was playing some country music. Both of the Valentines were silent. Vincent was staring out the window trying to calm himself before they reached the lab. While Grimore was staring, or rather glaring, at the road before him.

As they drove by the usual spot, Vincent saw Rude's car parked, his friends within looking in his direction. The young teen could see the worry in his friend's eyes, even though they kept their curious facades up. Cloud must have told the others about his situation, which is going to set them into "Mother Hen" mode again once he returned. Great the day they get to go on a field trip…his first field trip, much to Vincent's embarrassment, he was going to have the mother hen pack surrounding him.

"We've got a sweet set of songs coming your way, here on 38. 5 Gaia's top Country Station…" said a man's voice on the radio as he introduced the next song. "Up next is "The Night I Called the Old Man Out" by Garth Brooks…"

"The dining room fell silent,

I can't believe what I just said

I just told my dad he's full of it

And I watched his face turn red…"

Lucky bastard… Vincent thought as he watched the trees speed past them, as they drove out unto the highway. If I called that mother fucker out, I'd be in a coma until I turn 20.

Grimore was also paying attention to the words and looked towards Vincent with a look that clearly said, 'don't you be getting any ideas.' Vincent, seeing this stare via the reflection on the window, just mentally sighed as he stared began to think of memories. Good memories anyway…

After about fifteen minutes of country music, and the walk down memory lane, Grimore pulled up into the company's parking lot and parked in his parking space. The two exited the car and walked inside where they were greeted by several secretaries and Turks. Vincent looked towards the ground, while Grimore acknowledged everyone. It seemed to be a typical day.

Vincent continued to stare at the ground until they reached the dreaded secret lab. As the two walked in, Vincent looked up. He saw Hojo working at a computer, typing away at something that Vincent couldn't begin to guess. The man turned as soon as he heard the door close.

"Aw, Grimore. You're early." He said cheerfully, before turning his gaze hungrily towards Vincent, who shuddered slightly and shrank in the man's gaze.

"We have a long two days ahead of us." Grimore answered simply taking off his outer coat and putting on his lab jacket. "Might as well start early. You." He looked at Vincent. "Stand by the table and take off your shirt and pants." Vincent looked at him like he was nuts.

Is he serious?! Vincent mentally exclaimed. Noticing the boy's reluctance, Grimore's eyes narrowed as he walked over to Vincent and pulled him towards the table. "I'm not going to ask you again." He said. "So you either do it, or we do it for you."

Vincent stared at Grimore for a moment, before he pulled his arm away from the biochemist. Glaring at the ground, Vincent backed up away from the two, and pulled off his shirt, placing it on a clean table, before doing the same to his pants. Vincent could feel the gazes of both of the scientists; one of which is malice filled, while the other was disturbingly predatory. After Vincent had removed his shirt, pants, socks and shoes, he gazed up at Grimore.

"On the table." Was the only order. Seeing as he had no choice in the matter, Vincent hopped onto the examination table. Shuddering as he felt cold metal touch bare skin. Without another word, Grimore pushed Vincent till he was lying, belly-up, on the table. Vincent saw Grimore nod towards his colleague, who walked over and placed the shackle like bands over his wrists and ankles.

Now, Vincent was beginning to get worried. Usually, they sedated him about now…they weren't going to this time?! Vincent could feel his heart pound in his chest, fear welling up in his gut. The only thing going through his mind was, oh shit!

"Shall I go get the sedatives?" Hojo asked, making Vincent relax slightly. He finally agreed with the freaky bastard for once.

"No." Grimore said, making Vincent tense right back up. "We need to check our progress with the CDHG genes. The sedatives will get in the way…hand me the scalpel."

Vincent's eyes widened as Hojo grabbed the requested tool, and handed it to Grimore. As Grimore came closer with the scalpel he noticed the fear in Vincent's eyes. Smiling, Grimore brought the blade to the side of Vincent's right arm, before slowly making the first incision.

A wave of agonizing pain shot through Vincent's body, making the young teen tense up even more and cry out in pain. His back arching slightly, as he tried to move his arm out of the Bio chemist's grip.

Do no tense up. A voice in Vincent's head said. The pain will be far worse if you do.

You try feeling this. Vincent mentally growled to the unknown voice, starting to feel slightly insane for doing so, as the scalpel was dragged slowly down his arm.

Trust me, young one; we can. The voice said with a bit of pain in its tone. And we would not like to feel any worse pain, thank you. So do not tense up.

Vincent did as the voice instructed, and forced his body to relax a little. It was not as tense as much as it was before. After a moment, Grimore stopped then moved towards Vincent's left. The pain temporarily stopping, before Vincent could relax, there was another wave of pain sweeping through his being, as he felt the cold blade slowly dig into the bare flesh of his left arm.

Once more Vincent cried out in pain. Tears gathering at the edge of his eyelids and the corners of his eyes. What had he done to deserve this torture? Vincent began to wish that he could just die, as wave after wave of pain swept through him. He would rather take the stone walls of their house than this.

Someone just fucking kill me! Vincent's mind screamed, the pain becoming too much to bear.

Once more he felt the scalpel being removed from his now wounded appendage. Vincent opened his eyes slightly before braving a look towards his arm. The cut was slightly deep and went from his shoulder to his elbow. The same story on the right. Just great. How the hell was he supposed to hide those during BLT? Since they were wearing their summer blues there, and they happened to be short-sleeved.

It's going to be fine, young one. The strange voice again in a soothing tone.

Like hell it was going to be fine. He was sitting here being nearly sliced open by his own tormentor for the gods know what reason. And this strange voice he's been hearing for the past week or so says it's going to be fine. Vincent was not going to buy it.

"Get the reactors ready." Grimore ordered Hojo as he moved next to Vincent's left leg.

"Of course." With that Hojo moved away from the table towards another a little ways away.

As Hojo got the reactors ready, Grimore proceeded to dig the small tool in his hands down Vincent's leg. Vincent cringed as he bit his lip trying to stop anymore screams from escaping, as he felt warm liquid, his blood, trickling down his leg. His eyes squeezed tightly shut in pain.

The pain lasted for another ten more minutes as Grimore finished up his left leg and immediately started to cut the right leg. After he was done with the legs he moved to stand to Vincent's right again.

Grimore glared down at the teen below him. He was completely pathetic. "So, Vincent." Grimore said, as he moved the scalpel so it was above Vincent's abdomen. "Have you been hearing any strange voices recently?"

Vincent's eyes opened slightly to that. So he wasn't going crazy? Those strange voices had been Grimore's doing? Not wanting to give the bastard the satisfaction of success, Vincent shook his head in answer.

You know that's a lie.

I'm not giving him the satisfaction. Vincent said, still wondering why he was talking to this strange voice, let alone acknowledge it.

The voice sighed. You know him by now, he's going to use the hard way to tell if you're lying or not. And it's usually going to be painful.

Why the hell do you care? Vincent snapped.

Hard to explain… the voice answered. We shall tell you soon enough. But for now, try to avoid anymore pain…

Wait a second…we?!

The voice didn't respond back, which made Vincent return his attention to the man with the scalpel really close to his abdomen. "That's a shame," Grimore said as he began to make another incision. "But I have a feeling that you're lying to me…" With that he slowly dragged the now crimson blade down his stomach. Vincent hissed in pain, blood now going down his chin from him biting his lip too hard from trying to hold back a scream.

Hojo walked over with a tray. "The reactors are ready."

Grimore smiled and picked up a short, thin, deep gray rod from the tray. "Excellent. Keep an eye on the sensors…are they in place?"

"Yes."

"Good. Keep an eye on those." Grimore turned his attention back to Vincent and placed the rod into the wound in Vincent's right arm.

It stung as soon as it touched the wound. The young Valentine flinched as he felt Grimore sew stitches on the wound. Sealing the rod inside.

"Out of mild curiosity, Grimore" Hojo said. "What is this supposed to do exactly?"

"This is supposed to bring the genes out." Grimore said as he placed a second on inside the wound on Vincent's right leg.

Hojo nodded before he walked to a computer and sat down in the seat.

Vincent's skin burned as the strange rods were placed into the open wounds then sewn in. As each reactor was placed into his body, Vincent could feel a growing presence within him. And damn it, it kind of hurt. It felt as though the presence was being forcibly pulled into existence.

Grimore paused before he placed the fifth rod into his abdomen. Making sure that Hojo wasn't looking anywhere in their general direction, Grimore leaned over till his head was next to Vincent's ear. "You should know better than to lie to me, you filth." He said sadistically. "You need to be punished…" with that he stood upright again and placed the rod into his stomach. With the final rod in place there was a wave of unimaginable pain.

Vincent wasn't able to hold in his agony filled screams as his skin felt like it was on fire, and melting away. How can the other employee's not hear this shit?

SOMEBODY KILL ME!!!! Vincent screamed in his mind as he was struck again and again with waves of indescribable pain washed over him. Tears flowing from closed lids. He had been tortured with this pain for countless hours…Vincent had tried to count, but he couldn't concentrate.

As the presences became stronger, he felt a bit of anger, and hostility in one of them…the one he was certain belonged to the strange voice that continually talked to him. That bastard! The voice snarled angrily, and Vincent began to feel the presence surround him, engulfing him with its energy.

As the boy below him screamed and writhed in pain, Grimore stood above him and calmly watched. He was looking for something in particular with this reaction. Though he was greatly amused by the pain the abomination was going through, he didn't have time to enjoy it.

After nine hours of screaming, Grimore was beginning to think that the piece of filth below him had been telling the truth…that is until Hojo spoke up.

"The sensors are picking up four foreign energy signatures." The other Biochemist reported, without his gaze leaving the monitors before him.

Grimore smirked triumphantly as he stared down at the still writhing, blood-covered boy before him to find that he was being surrounded by red energy. His nails grew into claws, and when he opened his eyes, they were the color of ember and his pupils were slits. The possessed boy and him stared at each other for a moment, the beast snarling angrily in his direction. Almost as if it knew he was the cause of the pain it was receiving. After a moment, the beast struggled in its confines trying to get to Grimore.

Grimore just smirked and looked calmly at the creature. "Which one are you?" he asked, as if he was asking about the weather.

Hojo, who was curious as to what was going on, walked over to Grimore and was shocked to see the beast staring at him with a calculative yet bloodthirsty gaze. No answer, but a snarl was ushered past its lips.

"I shall repeat myself." Grimore said, beginning to get annoyed. "Which one of the demons are you? Answer me."

"I answer to no mortal." The demon replied before retreating back into Vincent's subconscious before the biochemists could ask anything more of it. It wouldn't have been able to attack the red-eyed man yet…but it will…soon enough. Till that time, it just hoped that Grimore would start sleeping with one eye open.

Grimore noticed ember retreating back to crimson as Vincent gained control of his own body…his eye-lids drooping from exhaustion. Hours on end of indescribable pain can do that to anyone. His breathing was ragged as the pain on his face began to recede. The reactors did their job in bringing out the demons. Today's experiment was a success

"Prepare the sedatives." Grimore ordered turning away from the boy. Today's session was a complete success. Hojo nodded and went to get the sedatives which he had at the ready on a nearby lab table. "Sedate him," Grimore said after a moment, "then stick him in a Mako tube."

Hojo nodded, but as he moved to put the sedatives inside the young teen, he saw that he was already out cold. Unlocking the shackles around the boy's ankles and wrists, Hojo picked up the young teen, as Grimore walked out the door, stating that he was going to get some dinner for the two of them. It was about 9:45 at night.

Once the door slid shut behind him, Hojo set the boy back down and examined him. He was beautiful, just like his mother. Hojo sighed as he imagined Tsukiyo in his mind. The boy did look a lot like her; Hojo ran his hand down Vincent's side as he mentally compared the two. He even felt like her, he noticed. Just as soft…Hojo shivered as he felt all his blood go south. He could just take the boy here and now…but no. Grimore might be back soon with their dinner. Settling for just cleaning off the boy, which gave him an excuse to touch him, Hojo grabbed a cloth and wet it down with some water from the sink, before sitting next to Vincent on the table and began to clean the blood off of him. Taking his time to enjoy the feel of the unconscious Valentine's skin on his own.

As Hojo cleaned off the blood on the boy's chest, he noticed a multitude of thin scars covering the boy's body. Coming to the conclusion that the boy probably fell down a lot, Hojo continued. Then he got to the boy's mouth and neck…after the blood was wiped off, Hojo leaned down and claimed the unconscious boy's lips. Just like the rest of him, his lips were soft. Unfortunately for the creepy biochemist, he heard footsteps echoing down the hall and removed his lips from Vincent's. Picking up the young teen, Hojo was making his way to the Mako tube when Grimore opened the door carrying two trays with spaghetti. Noticing the two, Grimore raised an eyebrow.

"Hojo."

"Yes?" Hojo asked turning to face his colleague. Automatically glad the lab coat would hide the tent in his pants.

"How come Vincent isn't in the Mako tubes yet?"

"well, I didn't' want to dirty up the Mako with blood so I had to clean it off." He said nodding towards the bloodied cloth.

Grimore also looked at it and looked at the biochemist before him. "I see." He said, his crimson orbs studying the scientist before him. "Continue." Hojo nodded as he opened the door to one of the tubes and placed Vincent inside. After shutting the door and pressing a button on the right. The tube began to fill. Completely surrounding the teen in Mako.

After making sure the door was securely shut, he walked over and took his tray from Grimore.

The next night, Vincent awoke to the sound of something tapping on glass. Slowly opening his eyes, he saw Grimore tapping the door. I now know how fish must feel… Vincent thought as he looked around slightly. What time was it? Wait; never mind that, what day was it? There was a whirring sound as the Mako was drained from the tube holding him.

Vincent stumbled as he walked out of the Mako tube, his head pounding and his body aching like the ninth layer of hell. Leaning on a nearby table, Vincent looked at his arms, trying to see how the scars were healing. Looking at his arms, Vincent's eyes widened. The scars weren't there. It was as though they never existed. "Get dressed." He heard Grimore say. "We're heading home." Vincent nodded, happy at the fact he was going to be free for the next four days after this, and he was going to se Ruf…Vincent shook his head. What the hell was wrong with him? Thinking about Rufus, a male, at a time like this…Vincent walked over to the table where he set his clothes and put them on, all the while holding on to the table for support.

Once he was fully dressed again, Grimore motioned for Vincent to head towards the door. "We're off, Hojo." Grimore said as the door opened.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Grimore." Hojo said then turned his gaze to Vincent. "Good bye, Vincent."

Vincent subtly shuddered as they exited the room and walked down the hallway. Vincent was really looking forward to going home.

The drive home was uneventful, once more country music was playing in the background, and Vincent went to sleep. Hoping that it would ease his aching body.

Rufus was there to meet them as they pulled into the driveway, having seen the car when they turned the corner to their street. Grimore got out of the car, as Rufus walked outside.

"Do you want me to get Vincent, Mr. Valentine?" Rufus asked. Grimore only nodded and walked inside the house and towards his room. Rufus opened the door to the passenger side and unbuckled the young valentine before scooping him up into his arms, and carrying him inside.

After entering their bedroom, Rufus set Vincent down on the bed, and went and locked the door before crawling into bed next to the younger boy. Rufus smiled as he stared at the face he had missed over the past two days. After a moment, Rufus leaned over the sleeping teen beside him and turned out the lamp before pulling the covers over his shoulders and falling to sleep.

The eerie sound of Vincent's alarm woke the two the next morning. Stretching Vincent sat up and grabbed his cell and turned off the alarm. After rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, Vincent looked down at Rufus who still had his eyes closed. Rolling his eyes, Vincent poked at the older teen's head. "Rufus, you up?"

"Five more minutes…" was the only response, yup he was up.

"Come on, Rufus." Vincent said getting out of bed. "We've got to get up now."

Rufus opened his eyes as Vincent turned on the bedside lamp. Wincing as the light struck his eyes, Rufus hid under the black covers hoping to seek refuge from the evil that is the light. Vincent laughed a little as he watched Rufus hide under the covers then decided to be a little mean to the Shinra. Going towards the foot of the bed, Vincent grabbed the covers and pulled them, so that they were completely off of Rufus.

Rufus propped himself up on one elbow and glared at Vincent. "You better be thankful that it's too early in the morning for me to do much." Rufus growled half-heartily.

"You've lived here long enough to develop a little schedule of waking up early in the morning." Vincent said shrugging his shoulders. "So, how was the shopping yesterday?"

"Uneventful." Rufus answered swinging his legs over the side of the bed. "It would have been a little more fun if you were there…but I understand that training for your future is a bit more important." Rufus gave Vincent a small smile. "Speaking of which how was it?"

"It was…okay." Vincent lied, moving to the closet to avoid eye-contact with Rufus. His body still fucking ached…and his headache was just getting worse.

"He worked you hard again?"

"You've no idea…" Vincent grabbed his Khaki uniform before heading to the bathroom. "We'd better get ready. You better not fall asleep while I'm in the shower…or I'll be glad I've got cold water."

Rufus gave Vincent a glare before he stood up and got his own khaki pants and shirt. Vincent smirked triumphantly as he closed the bathroom door and proceeded with taking off his clothes from the night before.

Rufus stared at the bathroom door and sighed. Something was up with Vincent…then again when was there not anything wrong with him? Rufus walked over to his knapsack that he got for BLT and opened it up to make sure he had everything. Then after he got done checking his, he walked over to Vincent's and checked his. Everything was all in place.

After ten minutes, Vincent walked out of the bathroom fully dressed in his working khaki uniform. His name tag and JROTC bar in their appropriate places, and gleaming slightly in the dim lighting of the room. "You can use the shower now," Vincent said as he continued to dry his hair with a black towel. Rufus nodded as he stood and walked towards the bathroom. Hearing the door close, Vincent pulled out his notebook and began writing in it once more. Instead of writing a new song, he wanted to copy down the lyrics to the song he heard the other night. The soothing, yet depressing, song (A/N it really is soothing. I usually listen to it on a car trip that takes place in the morning or at night when I go to bed, calms me down really well…) he knew that sooner or later that he would forget it. Smiling slightly to himself, Vincent began to sing the lyrics as he wrote them down on paper. His voice adding a haunting affect to the song.

Rufus heard Vincent's voice and stopped washing his hair, noticing that the words that the younger teen sung had been the same song he had sung to him a few nights earlier. Rufus smiled at that as the cold water hit his bare back. So Vincent had heard the song after all… over the past few days, Rufus had thought that Vincent never heard it, or forgot about it like people usually do with their dreams. Rufus stood there listening to the haunting notes of the boy in the next room, he really did have an amazing voice…but just as when Vincent sang "Bring Me to Life" why was it his beautiful voice held such sorrow? Such agony? Such suffering? It sounded as though he had faced every kind of torture; mentally, physically, and emotionally; and bares the scars and horrific memories in his mind. Unable to let them go. (A/N he has NO idea… -_-;)

Deciding then to finish up his shower, Rufus quickly washed the suds of shampoo still in his hair, and turned off the water. Without drying his blonde locks, Rufus put on his Khaki uniform and walked out of the bathroom. Quietly so that way Vincent won't stop singing, luckily enough he didn't.

Granite met paper as Vincent wrote. Too engrossed in what he was doing to notice the blonde standing by the bathroom door, towel still on his head, listening to him sing. After Vincent finished he looked at the finished product on the paper. Happy that he was able to remember the song…now the question was who sang it? Was it a sign of some sort?

"Why'd you stop?" Rufus asked, after a moment of silence. Vincent quickly turned his head towards Rufus, closing his notebook in the process. "You sang it pretty well."

Vincent noticeably blushed. "You heard?" he asked embarrassed.

Rufus nodded before walking over and sitting on the bed next to him. "You sing really well." He commented, before staring at Vincent. "Why don't you sing often?"

Turning even redder, Vincent looked away. Rufus thought he sung well? Wait a second…forget about the fact that Rufus liked his singing…why was he blushing about it. I do NOT like him like that… Vincent said to himself. Though that was what his mind said, but why is it that he had butterflies in his stomach? "Well…" Vincent began once he found his voice once more.

Aw someone's shy…Rufus thought as he studied the boy beside him. His arms were crossed in front of him, almost at though hiding something. His beautiful crimson orbs looking towards the lower right, a guarded look within them. Rufus smiled before placing a hand on Vincent's head. He was going to be nice to the younger teen. "It's okay. You don't have to answer." He said reassuringly. Removing his hand, Rufus leaned back so all his weight was resting on his arms which were placed behind him. "So… what did Grimore teach you?"

"Formula writing." Vincent said before rubbing his temple. "It gave me a headache like you cannot imagine."

"You didn't like it?"

"Biochemistry is not my thing."

Rufus raised an eyebrow. "What is?" he asked. "I mean, when you get to college what will you do for a major?"

The question stopped Vincent dead in his tracks. He had never thought about it before. He had been faced with the well known fact that he wasn't going to live past eighteen years of age to really think about a career. So far his favorite subject was History, and Earth or Life Science. But what chance did he have of making it long enough in life to really start a career in those subjects. Looking away, Vincent said quietly. "I...I don't know… Guess I never really thought about it before."

"Well you'd better start." Rufus said standing up. "You've got only three more years left to decide."

Vincent lowered his head so that his bangs covered his eyes. His arms subconsciously moving across his torso as though he was hugging himself. Vincent felt his heart ache at the statement. Three years…was that all he had left till fate called him into death's peaceful embrace? Vincent mentally sighed. Rufus had no idea what was truly going on…why is the fact that he stated a common statement making his heart break into two?

"I know…" Vincent said before standing up and walking over to his backpack and duffle bags. "Which one is mine?" he asked, quickly changing the subject.

"The one with the black strap." Rufus answered, noticing the tactic the other boy was using. Shrugging it off as the younger Valentine being tired, Rufus walked over and grabbed his own duffle bag which had a blue strap instead of a black one. "Ready to go?" Rufus asked as he slung both the duffle bag and his backpack over both his shoulders; his left shoulder supporting two straps.

Vincent nodded as he too grabbed his bags. Making sure they had everything, the two walked out of the Valentine house and towards the usual spot. It didn't take long for Rude's car to show up to pick them up. Once the blue Saturn pulled up Rude and Reno got out of the car to open the trunk door; which was stuffed with bags.

"Is everyone going?" Vincent asked raising his eyebrow towards the bags settled in his usual sitting spot.

"Cid's not." Reno answered. "Said something about his aunts coming to visit."

"Ah." Vincent looked around the car as Rufus put his bags in the back and sat next to Reeve. "So where am I going to sit?"

"Well, since the back's been attacked by bags, you're going to have to do the same thing as Cloud." Reno answered pointing towards the blonde, who was sitting quite comfortably in Sephiroth's lap. As Rude and Reno got into the car, Vincent got in and sat on Rufus' lap. A light blush creeping up on him. Why the hell was he blushing? He felt Rufus' arms wrap around his waist, and the blush deepened. He looked at Rufus, who shrugged.

"Do you want to go flying everywhere?" Rufus asked quietly towards the look Vincent was sending towards him. "We can't exactly use the seatbelt."

Mentally sighing in defeat, Vincent crossed his arms over his chest before looking out the window.

As Rude pulled away from the curb, Reno looked back towards Vincent. "How are ya feeling, Vin?"

"Tired, and I've got a headache." Vincent answered.

"This would mean that we don't really want to hear you for the next few hours, Reno." Reeve said smirking. "though I don't think we'd be able to spare you from the noise that is Reno, Sorry lil' un…"

Vincent gave a fake depressed sigh. "Damn it and I had such high hopes."

Now at this, Rufus raised an eyebrow, this being the first time he had heard that nickname. Looking at the boy in his lap, his smirked. "Lil' un?" he asked with humor smeared into his voice.

Reno smirked. "It's Vinny's nickname, since he's the youngest in the gang." He turned to glare at Reeve. "And you'd better watch yourself Tuesti."

"What'cha gonna do?" Reeve asked. "Chat my ear off?"

"Break it up you two." Cloud said a smile evident on his face.

The two ignored him. "Oh I'll show ya what I'm gonna do…" Reno said raising his right fist.

"Reno. Knock it off." Rude said without looking at the red-head. "Or else you're not coming over next weekend." At this the blonde looked disheartened.

"You're mean, Rude." He grumbled as he sat back into his seat.

Rude smirked as he reached a hand over to Reno and ruffled the red-head's hair.
"Hey! No messin' up the do…took me forever to get it right."

"Hey your hair is shorter than ours, so stop complaining." Vincent said.

The group laughed and exchanged jokes amongst themselves until they reached the school, which went on like any other Red day. Vincent and Cid went to SOA where Vincent was yet again harassed by Yuffie, and once again had to BS his actor's journal on the bus before falling asleep.

Vincent was surprised when they returned to Midgar high to find that Rufus is their new class leader. So they were the class that Kira couldn't stand…ouch. Bags of those attending the BLT session were stacked in the back of the classroom only to be moved by Rufus into his department of the Supply Closet. (A/N and ours (theirs) is big…slightly…)

Algebra was uneventful; Mr. Cerulean was just as creepy as he always is. Vincent was starting to wish that their teacher would get sunglasses or color changing contacts in the very least. A majority of class was devoted to note-taking which was boring as hell as usual.

Then History was no better, the entire time Vincent, and his friends were passing notes back and forth to each other. Waiting anxiously until school was over that way they can head to the ROTC room and prepare to leave for BLT.

Finally the bell rang and the gang with the exception of Cid and Rude, walked to the ROTC room. Where they awaited a bus to take them to the military base of Burmecia*. Where they will spend the next five days drilling, PT, etc. Vincent was just glad to get away from that accursed house for the first time in like…ever for more than a few hours.

The next few days were going to be great. No Grimore… no being beaten…no Grimore…no going to work…no Grimore…no going to school for the next few days…oh and did we mention no Grimore? Yes, for the next five days were going to be the best. Nothing could ruin the moment.

R.D.D.G: okay guys there is Chapt. 11 for ya, at long last! Now I know that Burmecia is a city in Final Fantasy IX. But since it was a city of mainly military personnel, my friend, who helps me out a lot during this story, suggested it for another situation but I thought it would be cool for them to visit it. It won't be exactly like the Burmecia in FF-9 but it's a military base…
please read and review and I'll try to get Chap. 12 up as soon as I can. It might be a little bit due to the fact I have exams for my AP class coming up here soon, along with SOL's. So please bear with me.