Vincent's eyes narrowed at a crashing noise. Maybe Axel was right. Even if it seems a little unlikely...

He turned the corner, his pace speeding at the sound of a sob. He knew that voice. He just didn't know from where.

"Don't fight, this'll be much less painful for you." The dark-haired man stepped into the room, gun pointed at the girl. Aerith.

"Don't touch him. It'll make this much less painful for you," he retorted, his finger already pressuring the trigger. Saix was curled up, sobbing in this painful fashion that made Vincent sad from just hearing it. Aerith turned on her heel and stared at Vincent, blood-stained key in hand.

"Stay out of this."

"Are you really in a position to be telling me what to do?" The brunette girl smiled sweetly. Sickly sweet, but dripping with malice.

"Yes, as a matter of fact." And then before he could realize, one of her steel-bottom boots were hurled at his face. His body, too slow to react, froze. And then was knocked back into the wall. Blood dripped from his temple down his cheek, and the gun fell from his hands.

"Dumbass." She bent over him, reaching for the gun, when an all-telling click rang out next to her.

"Don't move." She turned her head slowly, her eyes narrowed to bright green slits, throwing imaginary daggers at the bald boy holding a revolver to her forehead.

Two days had passed. Leon stared darkly through thick metal bars at the girl grinning at him in the cell.

"Fucking bitch." A large, swelling bruise covered his left cheek and eye, which he still couldn't quite open. She giggled at his anger, taunting him.

"You didn't have a clue. You never even guessed, and it was soooo fucking obvious." The man shook his head, furious, and stormed away, Saix running behind him. The guard, Barret, stared at her.

"He never even asked," she whispered, "Why I was always the one who found them." Barret crossed his large arms and frowned.

"I can't believe they looked for blood trails. What idiots, the cuts were meant for pain, not to bleed." He leaned back against the wall next to the cell, shutting his eyes.

"I could've gotten away with it. I could've-" Barret sighed, banging his fist on the cell bars.

"God damn, bitch! Don't you ever shut up?" He stared at her suprised face, irritated. Gesturing to the iPod headphones in his ears, he frowned. "I'm trying to listen to my shit! Don't stare at me like that, you're the fucking psycho here. God damn, just shut up. Talkin' 'bout how they're all stupid, and you're the one in there. Shit." He turned the music player up and sighed. "Punkass bitch." (1)

"I'm not buying you sashimi, Rude." The bald teen gaped at his older brother.

"Okay, NOT COOL! I fucking caught her! Ensuring safety to all the assholes in our school! Now, buy me some fucking sashimi!"

Reno rolled his eyes, crossing his arms.

"Well, you used MY gun for it. Now, I fucking HATE sashimi. I'll get us sushi, but not fucking sashimi." There was an irritated silence. Rude sighed.

"Fine. Get the stupid sushi. Kimbap? Right?" Reno nodded, picking up his phone and calling up Zack. Zack being one of the chefs for the oriental restruant down the road.

"Heyyy, buddy, can you hook me up with some kimbap? How much? Bahh, however much you feel like making, at least like, eight though. Oh, put a little extra wasabi, and some soy sauce, too, could you? And sneak some orange chicken? Ooh, and some noodles. A little shrimp? Huh? Oh, hell. Just put EVERYTHING in there. Yeah, you can just drop it by here... Or eat it with us... I don't care. Whatever. Free? Why?" There was a pause.

"I'm not having sex with you, Zack. No, not even oral. Ugh, dude, I'll give you like five bucks, to just shut up and drop it by here. Okay, thanks. Bye."

Satisfied, Rude left the redhead alone. Reno sighed. He opened his cellphone back up and started dialing.

"Hey, Barbie, want some yum-yums?"

"I feel like shit." Cid smiled at the raven-haired man, who was laying down on the bed. If you could call it a bed, it was just a fold-out from the couch that made a bed. Either way, it was there, and he was laying on it.

"Aww. How hard she hit you? I think Leon got a full-blow kick to the face and he isn't complainin'." Vincent stretched and sighed.

"Not too hard, but it still hurts, y'know. And, not a fair comparison. Leon is four years older than me, and he's felt worse before." The blonde lay down next to him, wrapping an arm around the other's waist.

"I know. Sorry." The pale teen relaxed into the others touch, curling up and nuzzling his face into his chest. There was a low knock at the door. Cid ignored it, grumbling into Vincent's hair. But the knocks just came more rapidly, probably boring a hole into the door. Sighing, the blonde stretched, sat up, and opened he door a crack.

No, it wasn't a good idea to let people see the boy here...

"Hulla?" Shera was at the door. Damn woman.

"Cid, what the hell? Why're you hiding behind the door?" The blonde raked his thoughts for an excuse not to let her in.

"Err...I'm...naked." She rolled her eyes, too hard to fool.

"Cid, I can see your shirt collar. And your sleeve."

"Shut up, woman! I'm occupied!" She quirked a brow.

"Another whore, prince charming?" He cringed. He hadn't been with a whore for over a year. But it was probably his only option to steer her away. Being a fucking lawyer, god knows what she'd do if she saw Vincent here. Illegally, since there was no permission from the parents. And he might've been staying here for a while... A month or so...

"...Yes," He hated to lie, but hell. The woman was ruthless. She sucked her teeth, and whirled around, sauntering back to her car. He shut the door wearily.

He turned around to see a very confused Vincent.

"Am I a whore?" He was pouting. He'd stop if Cid pointed it out, he knew, so he didn't, since it was a cute thing to look at.

"Are you? Naw, I don't mean that. Damn woman is always bothering me, and thats the only way to get her out." Cid sat back down by the teen. Vincent shrugged.

"Well, I can be." There was a long silence. Cid smiled and leaned back, wrapping his arms around the waist of the boy straddling him.

(1) : For anybody who read that and didn't immediately hear 'bitch' as that amazing, flavorful 'bee-itch', shame on you. D:

JeanneAndHerAlters: Yeah, I wanted to hint at it. :3 Mmh, soul consuming muffins!

Aly Almasy - IX -: I sure will. ;D

YingYangWhiteTiger: They can be, actually. If you don't remember, the mom's a whore. But, also, they can't be, just because they're adopted. Which I believe I also wrote. O: Its easy to forget though. :D Oh, and, off-topic, but I have to say it because of my nerd-ism. Did you know, its actually Yin and Yang, not Ying and Yang? A very common mistake. :P

Lemon Wine: Mhm. xD I sort of hinted at it, but it was a little hard to notice. And Yeahhh, I know. xD I almost did one, too. But then, thinking realistically, they would've been caught since Reno's a loud one. D:

Pfft short chapter. Will you all survive? D: I'd hope so.

Yusss, go Rude! Lawl. Poor Vinnie. But no, I had to put a twist, as much as I love Vincent. Can't make her go down SUPER easily, just MILDLY easily. Yeahhh.

Anyway, Reviews are loved. ;3