Title: Dreary Decisions

Summary: After Deepground, Vincent just wanted to accept his fate in life and move on from Lucrecia. Unfortunately, fate is not so kind. Now, he must choose between saving the woman who still holds a piece of his heart, the man trying to win over his heart, and vengeance against the man seeking to ruin everything he holds dear.

Warnings: Explicit yaoi, graphicness, swearing, smoking, gore, angst, etc., etc.

Pulling the phone away from his mouth, the brunette hung up before pocketing his phone and looking at Cait Sith, who was happily bouncing on the ex-Turks lap. "It's her! Meredith Crescent!" he said happily.

"...Cid's mother is dead," Vincent said accusingly.

"Is not!" the moogle retorted. "Hojo kept in touch with her fer almost ten years after the birth! Dinnu' do him any good; the lass dinnu' show any reactions ta the splicin'! Last he knew, the lass moved ta Nibelheim 'cause Midgar kept reminding 'er 'bout 'er wee button that died-"

"Highwind."

"Yeah! He dinnu' bother ta keep in contact after that. Although the lad was showin' some real promise as a spliced creature-"

"Human!" Vincent hissed, reasoning in his head that he should not be feeling the need to protect the pilot from being called anything but a human. Even humans could be monsters; Cid bled and was as mortal as anyone else in their ragtag group. ...Right?

"But when the lad was two, Hojo wasn't too pleased with how much noise he kept makin', so he shipped the lad off to one of his old mentors. Made the lassie change 'er name so the lad wouldn't get suspicious when he was older. He kept tabs on the button, but eventually got married an' well, yanno the story from 'ere better than anyone else, laddie."

"Lucrecia..." he muttered, the sound of his own voice saying her name leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.

Patting the gunner's shoulder the small feline nodded, "Just wasn't in the fates fer ya ta marry the lassie. Now, we got ta get ya ta Reeve's lab an' have him test the both of ya!" Nodding, the gunner watched as Cait hopped off of his lap and onto the wooden flooring of the porch. "Then we'll figure out what we can do 'bout Chaos an' makin' ya all right!"

Rising to his feet, the ex-Turk followed Cait Sith back into the pilot's silent apartment. His boots clacked against the bare floor as he ambled through the kitchen and back into the living room, freezing when he saw Reeve's arms wrapped tightly around the stocky pilot. Anger clouded his mind as jealousy bloomed in his chest. Dashing over to them, the gunslinger grabbed Reeve by his shoulder before pulling him away from the pilot and punching the engineer in the face. His knuckles cracked against the brunette's eye socket as the other male fell to the ground in a lifeless heap. He quickly spun and grabbed the shocked pilot by the collar of his shirt before slamming him against the wall with enough force to make the blonde's skull put a dent in the wall.

Slamming his lips against Cid, Vincent growled possessively in his throat as he pushed his tongue into the thrashing blonde's mouth. His mind focused on the wet heat of the pilot's mouth as he plundered his mouth. Gods, he should not have tasted so delicious...

"Reeve!" Cait wailed in the background as he shook his unconscious and bleeding creator.

Ignoring the wailing cat, Vincent threaded his fingers through the blonde hair on the pilot's head as he pressed their bodies firmly together. Fuck, what the robot said. This was much stronger than eleven percent. His body felt on fire, head hazy as he nipped the shorter man's bottom lip. There was something right about this; his body did not match perfectly against the pilot's, but that made it all the more better. Panting softly, he looked at the blonde while running his gloved fingers down the blonde's cheek. Rubbing his finger against the pilot's reddened lips, the ex-Turk smirked dangerously while pain rippled through his chest.

"You will always be mine," he murmured before slamming their lips together again.

Something was wrong, he though just seconds before something hard crashed down over his head, causing his world to become engulfed in darkness.

"Ya think he finally flipped his fuckin' lid?" a voice said in the distance. He knew that voice; it was so familiar...right on the tip of his tongue.

"I have no idea," a second voice said, sounding sad. "That was the first time I've ever witnessed something that."

"...How's yer eye?"

"...The drugs help. Why? ...How bad does it look?"

"Like ya got yer ass whipped."

"...Well, never let it be said that Vincent is not a dangerous man."

"Yeah. Fucker damn near tore a hole through the Shera when he lost his fuckin' mind a few months ago."

"He didn't lose his mind!"

"Yeah? An' what the fuck do ya call someone who decides to go on a fuckin' suicidal mission without sayin' goodbye ta anyone?"

"...Cloud?"

"Nice one."

"Cait! What do you have?"

"Not good, Reeve!" a heavily accent cut in. The sound of this voice irritated his head. It was nothing like the smooth voice that made him feel calm. He could feel pain radiating through his chest as he flexed his hands, the sound of metal scraping sending a fresh lance of pain through his skull.

He could not see...

Oh...his eyes were closed...

Slowly opening them at the frantic sounds of people moving, he sneered at the blurred colors that made up his surroundings. He tried to lift his hands, just to growl at the resistance. Snarling, he tore his hands free, leather bounds creaking ominously before snapping.

"He's breaking free!"

"Fuck! Val! Calm the fuck down!"

Val? Only one person called him by that name... Who was that?

"Be careful! Vincent was heavily sedated!"

"Ain't afraid of no pasty-faced fuckin' vampire!"

Heat in the shape of hands scorched his chest as he struggled to focus on the blue and yellow figure in front of him. Blue? ...Who wore blue? ...Reeve?

"'Ey, calm the fuck down, Val! Ain't no one gonna hurt ya, here!"

That voice... Cid... Watching the figure as it came into focus, Vincent blinked at the sight of the pilot, Reeve holding Cait Sith a few feet away. He frowned slightly at the thick gauze that was wrapped around the pilot's head instead of his flight goggles. "You're hurt," he muttered, voice raw. Why did his throat hurt?

"Yeah, usually happens when a fucker tries ta put my head through a wall," Cid snapped as he grinned. "Yer damn hard ta take down. Fur ball whacked ya one good with my lance; damn if ya didn't put a dent in my baby! Plus, yer one fuck of a screamer when being held down. Neighbors complained ta fuck all!"

"...What happened?"

"You snapped...for lack of a better word," Reeve said as he pet Cait gently. "Without Chaos in your genetic code, the protomateria is causing your body to slowly break down as your remaining demons are trying to overpower the magic. ...I'm sorry, Vincent..."

"...Don't say that," the gunner hissed as his chest heaved slightly. That was all she said...

"I'm so sorry," the voice echoed in his mind. "I'm so, so sorry..."

"Yer dyin', Val," Cid muttered as he avoided eye contact.

"I'm so sorry..."

"I don't care," Vincent said as he sat up before rising to his feet. "I need to see Lucrecia."

"I'm so sorry..."

"WHAT? Are ya out of yer fuckin' mind?"

"Moot question, lad!" Cait chimed in before Reeve clamped his hand over his mouth.

"I am going," the gunner snapped. "Where is Cerberus?"

"Vincent," Reeve said as he stepped towards the gunner. "Maybe it would be-"

"WHERE IS MY GUN?" the ex-Turk snapped dangerously as his clawed fingers twitched.

"'Ey, ya fuckin' prick!" Cid snapped back, making the gunner focus on him instead of the engineer. "This is how ya treat people who give a fuck 'bout ya and want ta keep ya fuckin' alive! Yer an ungrateful bastard!"

"...I'm so sorry..."

"Lucrecia needs me," the brunette muttered softly, feeling a bit out of place for his earlier outburst. "I need to see her."

"Ya need ta let the bitch die!"

"...What did you just say?"

"Cid!" Reeve said as his eyes widened.

"Ya fuckin' heard me! Let the bitch die!" the blonde sneered as he crossed his arms across his chest. "Why does some dead cunt have such a fuckin' hold over ya? Ain't ya got a brain in yer decomposin' head? She ain't the center of the universe an' if ya so much as try to go to that fuckin' cave, I'm grabbin' a sledgehammer an' I'll turn the bitch into a pile of rubble! Ya understand me, ya prick?"

"...Oh, this is going to be bad..." Reeve said as he watched Vincent stalk closer to the blonde, hands clenched tightly. "Guys?"

"Is that a threat, Highwind?"

"Ya bet yer pasty ass it is!"

"I could snap you in half."

"Would love to see ya try!"

"I could kill ya in a thousand different ways," he sneered as he stepped closer.

"Ya ain't got the spine," Cid sneered as he grinned. "Ya live an' breathe fer a dumb bitch who ain't got any feelin's fer ya other than pity!"

"She does not pity me!"

"She sure as fuck don't love ya!"

"I love her!"

"Ain't the same fuckin' thing! Bitch ain't in love with ya, Val! Wake up and look around ya! Yer dyin' an' yer first thought is to go to her side? Why? Ta fuckin' rot? Go get in yer damn coffin. I'll fuckin' kill ya now!"

"Cid, you don't mean that," Reeve said as he walked over and rested his hand on the pilot's shoulder.

"Remove your hand from the idiot or I will remove it permanently," Vincent snarled darkly, feeling pride bloom when the engineer quickly pulled his hand back.

"Oh, I'm the idiot? Yer the fuckhead who wants to see a dead chick! Are ya going to fuck her, too? Ya got an easier chance gettin' into Tifa's panties!"

"Shut up!"

"The Brat would throw ya one fer free!"

"Shut UP!"

"Face reality: ya love a dead broad! SHE'S DEAD AND AIN'T GOING TO LOVE YA BACK!"

Anger surged through Vincent's senses as he lashed out.

Review if you want more. Fuck; "Firework" and "Jar of Hearts" have sidetracked me... They make me think of Valenwind...and new stories... Listen to them before judging me!

Also... Is it just me, or does it seem like I am the only one updating any Valenwinds stories?
And on a Side Note: FanFiction needs to be fixed next week! I have fourteen stories (one is complete, so fifteen) that I want to work on!

Thanks for reviewing:

talinsquall: Never thought of it that way; basically! Ha! Soon! You're welcome!

mizperceived: Ha! Nice one! All is forgiven, my dear! Mm, probably high: they're both oddballs. Heh...don't forget about the missing coffins and that Cid was attacked in the beginning of this! It's going to get a lot more confusing soon! Heh, Vincent couldn't be a softie if he tried. Just keep coffins in mind (trust me; it might help you figure out the plot before it happens).

reloudypie: Heh, that obvious, huh? Naturally! He thought it would be higher.

Chess: True! Was I that obvious? Ha! Cait is, though it came out...askew... Uhh...what is "kitchen kink?"

Pale Meadow in the Moonlight: Heh, thanks! ...Just wait until you see the climax... You'll just have to keep posted to see more, no?