Discoveries



Disclaimer: I don't own them, get over it!

A/N: This is one of my first ever, serious Fanfic, so it probably will be crap but I probably will write more anyway.

Warning: Yaoi. Need I say more?



Vincent sat bolt upright staring at the place young Sephiroth had been just hours before. He looked at the clock, It was only a quarter to eight in the morning. Why had Sephiroth left like that, without a word? A horrible thought hit him. I didn't. Did I? Oh god.

The Turk couldn't remember hardly anything about the night before. He recalled bringing Sephiroth up to his room, getting into bed, and then, nothing. What happened? I must have, why else would he leave like that?

Vincent got out of bed, threw on some clothes and set out to find Sephiroth. I have to get to him before he goes to Hojo. Hojo's lab was located on the uppermost floor of the Shinra tower. If Vincent could reach Sephiroth before he got there maybe he could apologise and talk some sense into Sephiroth. It was worth a try.

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Half running towards Sephiroth's room Vincent was extremely distressed. What if he is not there? What if he has already left to tell Hojo? He rounded the corner to the kid's room and knocked. No answer. He knocked again. Still nothing. The Turk wanted to believe that Sephiroth was asleep, but he could not. Thoughts ran through his head of what Hojo would say. The "scientist" would have him fired. Killed, if he could. And Vincent wouldn't blame him. He should have never invited Sephiroth up to his room. He knew he had drunk too much that night. Something like this was bound to happen.

Vincent just hoped Sephiroth could forgive him. Hojo didn't matter. His reputation, his job, his life, Vincent would give it all up for Sephiroth. But, deep inside, he knew that it could never work. Sephiroth was only a kid, Hojo's one and only 'son'. The only child the doctor seemed to acknowledge the existence of. Knowing Hojo as he did, Vincent knew that he would have wished it to be himself not Vincent in this position. Vincent would never let that happen. Vincent had saved Sephiroth twice from this fate before and would do it again. Hojo resented Vincent for this- hated him even. And the feeling was more that mutual.

***

Vincent was sprinting once again. He had to get to Hojo before the beautiful silver haired angel. Running up the stairs, he could hear voices. He was for it. But as he neared the lab he realised Sephiroth definitely wasn't there.



"The boy is a threat you must dispose of him"

"There is no chance of him turning on us, How will he find out, It is only us who know"

"Yes, but isn't it all in your journals. If he finds out he was an experiment, if he finds out he isn't normal."

"Alistair, My journals are highly confidential, only five people have access to them."

"But admit it, If Sephiroth was to find them he could be a threat, not only to us, but to the planet."

"Yes, I must"

"So you see why we must destroy him."

"You will not touch the child. If anything happens he is my responsibility and I will take the consequences. Now get out of my sight"

Vincent was astonished. Sephiroth, an experiment? He had to find out all he could. He was one of the people who had access to Hojo's notes and he intended to read them. All he had to do was bide his time until Hojo and Heiddegger were out of the picture then get to the books. But now he still had to find Sephiroth.

***

It was 11 o'clock. And Vincent had been searching all night. Where was he? He wouldn't have run away, would he? The Turk was now completely terrified. What was he thinking? Sephiroth was just a kid. There was no chance he felt the same way. But still, if he went to Hojo, Vincent was doomed.

Much as he would have wished to, Vincent could not dwell on this all day, as he had to go out on a job for the president. How he hated this company and all it stood for. Vincent was always fantasising about leaving but knew it would never happen. He owed his life to Hojo, much as he'd hate to admit it, and this kept him at the company, in debt for his previous sins.

***

Vincent returned that evening from work to find a note pinned to his door. He opened the carefully folded piece of paper and read the impeccable handwriting

Vincent

I have to speak to you, I need to know why you did that last night. Meet me in the courtyard at seven thirty. See you there

Sephiroth

The Turk heaved a sigh of relief. At least Sephiroth still wanted to see him. But it was already twenty past. He had to get there quick.

***

"So you came" The teenager was sitting on a bench by the fountain.

"I had to. Look I have to apologise for what happened last night. I was drunk I didn't know what I was doing. I shouldn't have."

Sephiroth cut him off "Nothing happened last night. I wanted to ask you why you stopped"

Vincent was overwhelmed with emotion. Could it be that this seventeen year old had feelings for him "Sephiroth there's something I have to tell you." but the child cut him off with a kiss.

Vincent moaned slightly in bliss but then pulled away. "We cant do this. You're too young."

"There is no such thing, dear, dear Vincent. We can make this work"

"Ok, but the professor can never know"

"Forget about him. He does not matter"

"Whatever you wish, my sweet cherub"

They kissed again and left the courtyard. They were both in exultation.

~Owari~

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A/N: There I finished. This resembles fanfics I have read too much but I had to have a go at writing one myself. Sorry for "borrowing" your idea Lark. It's just that it seems so right. R + R if you have the time but please no flames cause I have low enough self-esteem as it is. Anyway, thanks for reading and Sophie don't shout at me for doing something unoriginal. Bye!