Chapter II: It Goes From Bad, To Worse
A/N: Um.more AU stuff, ignore it, this fic is going to be dubbed the "GIANT STRONG FAUST AU FIC!".too much Glay XD
{.} = inner dialogue ".." = talking
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He had walked a countless number of miles, an innumerable number of steps, and what does he get?
Sand in every available part of his body and a closed mechanics store. Could life get any worse?
Something large and metal whacked the misshapen Turk upside his head before a voice bellowed from behind him.
"THIS was where you were? You skipped my important event, for THIS?"
Bent over and rubbing his head, Vincent was too aware of his employer, the large President Shinra, ranting and waving a now-dented megaphone behind him. Yes, in order to save Lucrecia, he had to skip out on one little mission.
"Do you KNOW how humiliated I was??"
Thwack!
Argh, if the man didn't stop abusing Vincent's poor head, he soon wouldn't even know the bmeaning/b of humiliation, nevermind wonder how much he had embarrassed the President.
"I was supposed to have FOUR honour guards, not three and a half!"
Ah. So that was why he was embarrassed. So having Rude, Tseng, Elena, and Reno wasn't enough. And judging from the President's raving, Reno was the half. Probably playing hooky while the President was doing the ceremonial freak. Ugh, stupid kid, Vincent couldn't rely on him for anything.
"And you know what else, Vincent Valentine?" howled the President, at the end of his leash of rage.
"What? What else should I know? Do you know what kind of hell bI/b was experiencing out here? I didn't even get to finish bmy/b mission, nevermind byour's/b! So what did I miss?" Hissed Vincent angrily, before his mind could pull the reign. But Vincent was sure nothing could make his day worse than it was already. Nothing could top the fact that he lost Lucrecia. Poor, sweet Lucrecia, lost to that pasty-skinned man.
"You're FIRED! THAT'S what!"
Suddenly, Lucrecia wasn't that important anymore.
"Wait, sir, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way, I just-"
"You're just fired! Tseng, start up the helicopter, we're leaving!"
"No, please, I-"
"Sir?" Tseng interrupted before Vincent could really make an ass of himself and start begging on his hands and knees.
Oh wait, he already was.
"Yes, Tseng?" asked the President calmly, ignoring the whimpering ex-Turk.
"Could we at least give him a lift back to Midgar? A deserted Turk found dead in a desert wouldn't do anything for your reputation."
"Well."
"Elections are coming up again next week." coughed Elena non-too- discreetly.
So with a sigh and a huff, Vincent was grudgingly allowed on the helicopter. It wasn't until he was halfway back to the Shinra building (to gather his stuff) that he remembered that he had left his luggage and rent- a-car stuck out into the desert.
He could already picture the bulky car garage owner glaring at him and reaching for a trusty wrench to bash his head in.
"Ah.crap."
~~1 hour later~~
Ugh, could Turks even get fired? Wasn't that against some kind of Turk- protecting protocol?
Vincent looked around himself to see his suitcases and random furniture taking up a good bit of the sidewalk.
Well, apparently they could. And now, Vincent didn't have a place to stay (mainly because they only rented the rooms out to Turks, go figure) and his random furniture was getting snitched by an "innocent" passerby that just kept bpassing by/b until he was left with only his suitcases. Thank God he had a bad habit of sitting on his suitcases. His mother always complained that it ruined them, and actually, it did, but this time, it actually saved them.
Well, at least he could be thankful for one thing.
A strange rumbling noise occurred overhead until something boomed and light flashed. Before you could say "Jumping sheep and goats!" it was raining cats and dogs.
"Since WHEN did it rain in MIDGAR?" howled Vincent to the sky.
The aforementioned sky only boomed in return.
Agh. Not only could Turks get fired now, it rained in Midgar as well. Shoot, today was the day for impossible happenings.
Grabbing his stuff, Vincent slowly made his way to the nearest hotel, wondering how many nights he could stay there with fifty gil.
~~ Elsewhere
Hojo cackled foully. Then he chuckled in a sinister fashion. Finally, he broke into an all out crazed maniacal laughter.
"I've done it!" he crowed! As he danced around, he failed to catch the sight of silver hair before it whisked out of the light and disappeared into another room.
As thunder boomed outside, Hojo continued to giggle hideously until he choked on his spit. Lucrecia, roused by the amount of ruckus that her new husband was creating, peeked into the master bedroom and watched as her beloved retched and coughed until his throat was cleared. Thank God he was a mad scientist, or there wouldn't be ANYTHING good about that man.
Ignoring his wife's presence, Hojo whispered harshly to himself (his throat was still soar, but the effect was too evil to resist), "Vincent Valentine, you are finally mine!" A chime suddenly sounded in the background and Hojo was able to come back to himself before he went too far into his present, ahem, "experiment."
"Ooh, dinner time." He chirped sarcastically, wondering what on earth Lucrecia was able to come up with this time.
As he trudged down the carpeted hall of their glorious mansion (aka their honeymoon site), Hojo paused by one bedroom and peeked through the door. The room was pitch dark, and even the light from the hallway, via the slightly open door, didn't do anything but illuminate a slim rectangle of the floor. His eyesight problem was fixed when sudden lightning flashed outside, lighting up the room and allowing him to see a glaring child, holding a dagger.
Wait.
"KYAA!"
Hojo rubbed his ringing ears and cursed silently in his mind.
{Damn that little brat; almost impaled me through the eye.}
Fixing a stiff smile on his face, Hojo forced himself to ignore the dagger that was protruding from the wall (a mere inch from his head) and spoke to the silver-haired demon child that his new wife had picked up on the way to the mansion.
"Well Sephiroth, it's dinner time. Won't you escort me to the dining room?"
Sephiroth, the nine year-old squirt that binsisted/b on making his life a living hell ever since he came into their possession only hissed at him as he reached for his long sword. How the brat ever got so many sharp objects, Hojo could only wonder.
Hastily backing out of the bedroom, Hojo made sure he was a safe distance away from the dangerous area before he began to mutter angrily under his breath. This was supposed to be a honeymoon for crying out loud! What woman in her right of mind would make a point to stop by the town orphanage and pick out a child before they even reached the mansion? It was supposed to be a time or romance, or something like that. Hojo was never good at this kind of thing, his mother always made sure he knew.
A vicious hiss from behind him warned him of the second presence right before something small and hard smacked him upside his head. Snarling, he pivoted, ready to dish out many foul words to frighten the little monster, but when he turned, no one was there.
Before he could blink in astonishment, something dropped from his head above and knocked him to the floor.
"Down I go." he mumbled, as the room darkened around him.
~~
Sephiroth grinned happily as he watched the evil scientist fall onto the floor. Satisfied that he was temporarily unconscious, he clambered down from his perch on the rafters above (curse his short limbs) and dropped quite gracefully to the floor. Grinning evilly, Sephiroth drew out a knife and stalked towards the evil man before he stopped.
Wait...who switched his knife?
Cursing silently, Sephiroth heaved a sigh and hopped over the prone body to make his way down to the dining room. He was hungry after all, and he would rather use a butter knife to eat than spend half the time trying to cut through Hobo's skin.
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A/N: Okay, there is officially no weather system in Midgar until now Oo; Yes, so rain is not a normal thing in Midgar not/b a typo =D Just in case you're wondering.
A/N: Um.more AU stuff, ignore it, this fic is going to be dubbed the "GIANT STRONG FAUST AU FIC!".too much Glay XD
{.} = inner dialogue ".." = talking
~~
He had walked a countless number of miles, an innumerable number of steps, and what does he get?
Sand in every available part of his body and a closed mechanics store. Could life get any worse?
Something large and metal whacked the misshapen Turk upside his head before a voice bellowed from behind him.
"THIS was where you were? You skipped my important event, for THIS?"
Bent over and rubbing his head, Vincent was too aware of his employer, the large President Shinra, ranting and waving a now-dented megaphone behind him. Yes, in order to save Lucrecia, he had to skip out on one little mission.
"Do you KNOW how humiliated I was??"
Thwack!
Argh, if the man didn't stop abusing Vincent's poor head, he soon wouldn't even know the bmeaning/b of humiliation, nevermind wonder how much he had embarrassed the President.
"I was supposed to have FOUR honour guards, not three and a half!"
Ah. So that was why he was embarrassed. So having Rude, Tseng, Elena, and Reno wasn't enough. And judging from the President's raving, Reno was the half. Probably playing hooky while the President was doing the ceremonial freak. Ugh, stupid kid, Vincent couldn't rely on him for anything.
"And you know what else, Vincent Valentine?" howled the President, at the end of his leash of rage.
"What? What else should I know? Do you know what kind of hell bI/b was experiencing out here? I didn't even get to finish bmy/b mission, nevermind byour's/b! So what did I miss?" Hissed Vincent angrily, before his mind could pull the reign. But Vincent was sure nothing could make his day worse than it was already. Nothing could top the fact that he lost Lucrecia. Poor, sweet Lucrecia, lost to that pasty-skinned man.
"You're FIRED! THAT'S what!"
Suddenly, Lucrecia wasn't that important anymore.
"Wait, sir, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way, I just-"
"You're just fired! Tseng, start up the helicopter, we're leaving!"
"No, please, I-"
"Sir?" Tseng interrupted before Vincent could really make an ass of himself and start begging on his hands and knees.
Oh wait, he already was.
"Yes, Tseng?" asked the President calmly, ignoring the whimpering ex-Turk.
"Could we at least give him a lift back to Midgar? A deserted Turk found dead in a desert wouldn't do anything for your reputation."
"Well."
"Elections are coming up again next week." coughed Elena non-too- discreetly.
So with a sigh and a huff, Vincent was grudgingly allowed on the helicopter. It wasn't until he was halfway back to the Shinra building (to gather his stuff) that he remembered that he had left his luggage and rent- a-car stuck out into the desert.
He could already picture the bulky car garage owner glaring at him and reaching for a trusty wrench to bash his head in.
"Ah.crap."
~~1 hour later~~
Ugh, could Turks even get fired? Wasn't that against some kind of Turk- protecting protocol?
Vincent looked around himself to see his suitcases and random furniture taking up a good bit of the sidewalk.
Well, apparently they could. And now, Vincent didn't have a place to stay (mainly because they only rented the rooms out to Turks, go figure) and his random furniture was getting snitched by an "innocent" passerby that just kept bpassing by/b until he was left with only his suitcases. Thank God he had a bad habit of sitting on his suitcases. His mother always complained that it ruined them, and actually, it did, but this time, it actually saved them.
Well, at least he could be thankful for one thing.
A strange rumbling noise occurred overhead until something boomed and light flashed. Before you could say "Jumping sheep and goats!" it was raining cats and dogs.
"Since WHEN did it rain in MIDGAR?" howled Vincent to the sky.
The aforementioned sky only boomed in return.
Agh. Not only could Turks get fired now, it rained in Midgar as well. Shoot, today was the day for impossible happenings.
Grabbing his stuff, Vincent slowly made his way to the nearest hotel, wondering how many nights he could stay there with fifty gil.
~~ Elsewhere
Hojo cackled foully. Then he chuckled in a sinister fashion. Finally, he broke into an all out crazed maniacal laughter.
"I've done it!" he crowed! As he danced around, he failed to catch the sight of silver hair before it whisked out of the light and disappeared into another room.
As thunder boomed outside, Hojo continued to giggle hideously until he choked on his spit. Lucrecia, roused by the amount of ruckus that her new husband was creating, peeked into the master bedroom and watched as her beloved retched and coughed until his throat was cleared. Thank God he was a mad scientist, or there wouldn't be ANYTHING good about that man.
Ignoring his wife's presence, Hojo whispered harshly to himself (his throat was still soar, but the effect was too evil to resist), "Vincent Valentine, you are finally mine!" A chime suddenly sounded in the background and Hojo was able to come back to himself before he went too far into his present, ahem, "experiment."
"Ooh, dinner time." He chirped sarcastically, wondering what on earth Lucrecia was able to come up with this time.
As he trudged down the carpeted hall of their glorious mansion (aka their honeymoon site), Hojo paused by one bedroom and peeked through the door. The room was pitch dark, and even the light from the hallway, via the slightly open door, didn't do anything but illuminate a slim rectangle of the floor. His eyesight problem was fixed when sudden lightning flashed outside, lighting up the room and allowing him to see a glaring child, holding a dagger.
Wait.
"KYAA!"
Hojo rubbed his ringing ears and cursed silently in his mind.
{Damn that little brat; almost impaled me through the eye.}
Fixing a stiff smile on his face, Hojo forced himself to ignore the dagger that was protruding from the wall (a mere inch from his head) and spoke to the silver-haired demon child that his new wife had picked up on the way to the mansion.
"Well Sephiroth, it's dinner time. Won't you escort me to the dining room?"
Sephiroth, the nine year-old squirt that binsisted/b on making his life a living hell ever since he came into their possession only hissed at him as he reached for his long sword. How the brat ever got so many sharp objects, Hojo could only wonder.
Hastily backing out of the bedroom, Hojo made sure he was a safe distance away from the dangerous area before he began to mutter angrily under his breath. This was supposed to be a honeymoon for crying out loud! What woman in her right of mind would make a point to stop by the town orphanage and pick out a child before they even reached the mansion? It was supposed to be a time or romance, or something like that. Hojo was never good at this kind of thing, his mother always made sure he knew.
A vicious hiss from behind him warned him of the second presence right before something small and hard smacked him upside his head. Snarling, he pivoted, ready to dish out many foul words to frighten the little monster, but when he turned, no one was there.
Before he could blink in astonishment, something dropped from his head above and knocked him to the floor.
"Down I go." he mumbled, as the room darkened around him.
~~
Sephiroth grinned happily as he watched the evil scientist fall onto the floor. Satisfied that he was temporarily unconscious, he clambered down from his perch on the rafters above (curse his short limbs) and dropped quite gracefully to the floor. Grinning evilly, Sephiroth drew out a knife and stalked towards the evil man before he stopped.
Wait...who switched his knife?
Cursing silently, Sephiroth heaved a sigh and hopped over the prone body to make his way down to the dining room. He was hungry after all, and he would rather use a butter knife to eat than spend half the time trying to cut through Hobo's skin.
~~
A/N: Okay, there is officially no weather system in Midgar until now Oo; Yes, so rain is not a normal thing in Midgar not/b a typo =D Just in case you're wondering.
