A/N: I'm ba~ack! For those of you who remember me from FF7 Interviews
anyway. I've come to present you with my Halloween special! Vincent's
Halloween Party!
**Quote of the Day** "Nothing's absolute in this world, Kakyo. Come on, let's go out of this dream." - Sumeragi Hokuto, X/ Tokyo Babylon by CLAMP
Disclaimer: While I am using the FF7 characters for my own twisted pleasure, I do not own them. But for those of you who remember, I will own Sephiroth.
VINCENT'S HALLOWEEN PARTY ~ conceived and written by MoMo-ChAn
Chapter 1: Prelude to Disaster
Vincent was somewhat content. He had traveled the world, helped out a little, gave a run through of his past and returned to Shin-Ra Mansion after two years. He had decided that it was his fault that Sephiroth had turned out so insane and he MUST atone for that. You know Vincent. You give him enough time and he'll blame himself for the world turning east to west. Vincent had atoned for his sins of disappointing Lucrecia, now he had to atone for disappointing her son. To him, this thinking was logical and infallible. To the rest of us, we would consider dear old Vinnie's sanity and wonder just how long it would take for him to become that murdering Turk again who didn't worry about other peoples' deaths.
Vincent leaned back into his coffin. Ah, his coffin. It was very comfortable, you know. Red silk lining, a couple of cushions, and a nice red pillow. Sighing, he shut his coffin and closed his eyes. Almost immediately, dreams of torture plagued him and it was good. Then he heard drilling and that was not good. Vincent grumpily opened his coffin and left his little cave to return to the surface world. He didn't like the surface and would very much like it to be quiet while he atoned, but the surface didn't like him either.
"What the hell is going on?" Vincent asked quietly, as he entered the room.
Tifa and Cloud immediately stopped decorating and froze as if they had been caught in a very naughty act. Giving him sheepish smiles, they replied, "Fixing the mansion."
"Pray tell, why?"
Tifa responded. "Um, because, well, this house needs to be a bit more stable so as to not fall down while the party is going on."
Vincent raised one eyebrow, his red eyes piercing Tifa's. "What party?"
"The Halloween party," Cloud replied, as if it should have been obvious.
"The Halloween party," Vincent echoed.
Cloud nodded, then drilled in another screw to fix . . .something. I'm not very tool or house oriented, I only know that if everything works, I'm fine. "You see," Cloud explained, "It's been two years and Tifa and I decided that we might have a little party so that everyone could see each other again, you know?"
"And since it's October, we decided that it might as well be a Halloween party."
"A Halloween party. In my mansion. Where I atone for my sins?"
"Technically, it's not your mansion, it's Shin-Ra's and since Cait Sith- I mean Reeve- is in charge now, it's his mansion. And I thought you had already atoned for your sins," Cloud replied, holding a beam while Tifa hammered in a nail. "Cait- Reeve thought it was a great idea and gave us permission to fix up the place. We got a couple of people working on the bottom floor."
Vincent didn't like this. "Why did no one choose to inform me?"
"We didn't know where you were," Tifa responded simply, "You flitted all across the Planet, never dropped a line, and we didn't even know you had returned."
"What are you two doing here? Couldn't you have done this in Kalm?"
Cloud beamed. "Well, since Tifa and I are engaged . . ."
Tifa blushed a little. "We kinda decided to move back to Nibelheim, even though it's really just a fake . . . but more people will come."
Vincent frowned, though they couldn't see his mouth. "And where am I supposed to relocate?"
"It's just one party."
"And soon it will be a thousand parties, filled with a bunch of ignorant people who really have no idea of how close they came to death."
"I don't know about you," Cloud said, "but seeing Meteor hanging in the sky like a flaming rock ready to crush us gave people an idea of how close they came to death."
Vincent almost snorted, but caught himself. Chaos, on the other hand, pushed a little, trying to goad him into killing Cloud and Tifa so he could go and atone in peace. Vincent pushed back and took a deep breath. "So there will be a party? And you will host?"
"More or less. Unless you want to?"
Vincent opened his mouth in order to respond with a solid no, but Tifa squealed and interrupted him. "I have an idea! Why don't we have Vincent host? He looks like a vampire anyway and it would be so wonderful for him to talk darkly and mysteriously."
Vincent's mouth hung open. Him, host a party? A HALLOWEEN party? A party where he would pretend to be a vampire because he already looked the part? No, no, no, no, no. That would not be possible. He was not a host. He was a murderer. He did not entertain people, most of whom he didn't like. Yuffie's tendency to steal anything that glittered annoyed him to no end and Barret and Cid tended to have contests on who could curse better. And he shouldn't even think about Cait Sith. That stupid cat on that stupid moogle always bouncing . . .
Vincent grunted, holding back Chaos who was feeding off his negative thoughts. Cloud and Tifa paid him no heed and moved on to another portion of the room. "If you'd like," Tifa said absently, "you can help us decorate."
"We asked Dio - you remember him from Gold Saucer right? - to help us out with some of the decorations. A couple of items malfunctioned in the Haunted House so he was willing to donate them. We're gonna see if Cid can repair them . . ."
"How many?" Vincent asked.
"What?"
"How many people will be attending this . . . debacle?"
Tifa frowned, though Vincent couldn't see it due to the fact that her back was turned to him. "It's not a debacle Vincent, it's a party. And we're not sure; five people aside from us are coming."
Vincent snorted this time. "And you honestly believe that they will only bring themselves? I assume that the five people you invited were Barret, Cid, Yuffie, Red XIII, and Cait Sith? They are not just going to bring themselves."
"Oh? And what other people will come?"
"Marlene. Elmyra as well, since she takes care of the girl. Shera and some of the technicians that worked on the rocket. All the people in the pagoda will come with Yuffie and are also probably kleptomaniacs themselves. Red XIII will most likely be accompanied by some people from Cosmo Canyon and Cait Sith will have bodyguards from Shin-Ra. Not to mention other people, like Dio."
"And why do we have to worry about Dio? We didn't invite him."
"No, but he will automatically assume that he is simply because you are borrowing Halloween decorations. Not to mention those "couple of people" working downstairs."
Cloud sighed. "You're paranoid, Valentine."
"Am I? I was a Turk, remember? I was paid to figure out how people think and to anticipate their every move."
"You're still paranoid."
Vincent sighed. There was no beating them. They would continue with their ridiculous planning until the day of the party came. He would just have to deal with it and NOT shoot everyone or rip out his or her internal organs. Because then he'd have to atone for THEIR deaths and that could take centuries. He might just wake up to find their reincarnations. Then they would drive him crazy and he would have to kill them all over again.
Then the nagging voice started up. Out of all the demonic voices in his head, this one he hated the most, even though it wasn't demonic. It always told him what to do, and whenever he listened, someone he liked, whether marginally or not, got hurt. And yet the voice continued, determined to make him a better person!
~ It could be fun. You could work on your people skills! ~
'I don't WANT people skills.'
~ But you NEED people skills. Everyone is afraid of you! You could make some friends, talk about the old days . . . ~
'The old days I remember was before they were even born. I never EXPERIENCED their "old days."'
~ Then you can catch up on what happened in the last 32 years! ~
Vincent winced. 'I don't want to. Then I'll have to atone for even more.'
The nagging voice tried speaking again, but Vincent threatened to let Chaos out. The voice shut up, but Chaos became excited, nudging Vincent in his mind and trying to get out. Vincent, of course, had been lying and told Chaos that. Chaos became sulky and hid in a corner. The monster did have a sensitive side, but only in Vinnie's head.
"Hey Vincent, you OK?"
Cloud had spoken and Vincent shook his head to clear his mind. "Yes, yes, I'm fine, just a little rattled . . . I don't LIKE people. They're annoying. If I could have, I would have shot Shin-Ra in the head a couple times. But he signed the paychecks. Ah, the almighty Gil," Vincent sighed, remembering how much money he earned. Hey, what happened to all the money he earned? Vincent patted his sides, looking for his old bankcard. And wouldn't you know it was in his pocket the whole time!
"What's that Vincent?" Tifa said.
"Money," he replied shortly. "I'll be back in a few days, maybe a week or two. Don't make the place look cheesy or like something out of a children's fairy tale."
Cloud and Tifa ignored his words and bid him farewell. As he entered the first floor, the workers there froze when they saw him. Feeling a little evil, he narrowed his eyes and allowed his gold claw to shine. The workers were thoroughly frightened. This was gonna be kinda fun. After all, when was the last time he popped up behind someone and made him or her get so scared that they actually peed a little in their pants? Smiling, he took a blue Chocobo that was hanging around on the streets and rode off. He was going to get paid.
****TO BE CONTINUED****
**Quote of the Day** "Nothing's absolute in this world, Kakyo. Come on, let's go out of this dream." - Sumeragi Hokuto, X/ Tokyo Babylon by CLAMP
Disclaimer: While I am using the FF7 characters for my own twisted pleasure, I do not own them. But for those of you who remember, I will own Sephiroth.
VINCENT'S HALLOWEEN PARTY ~ conceived and written by MoMo-ChAn
Chapter 1: Prelude to Disaster
Vincent was somewhat content. He had traveled the world, helped out a little, gave a run through of his past and returned to Shin-Ra Mansion after two years. He had decided that it was his fault that Sephiroth had turned out so insane and he MUST atone for that. You know Vincent. You give him enough time and he'll blame himself for the world turning east to west. Vincent had atoned for his sins of disappointing Lucrecia, now he had to atone for disappointing her son. To him, this thinking was logical and infallible. To the rest of us, we would consider dear old Vinnie's sanity and wonder just how long it would take for him to become that murdering Turk again who didn't worry about other peoples' deaths.
Vincent leaned back into his coffin. Ah, his coffin. It was very comfortable, you know. Red silk lining, a couple of cushions, and a nice red pillow. Sighing, he shut his coffin and closed his eyes. Almost immediately, dreams of torture plagued him and it was good. Then he heard drilling and that was not good. Vincent grumpily opened his coffin and left his little cave to return to the surface world. He didn't like the surface and would very much like it to be quiet while he atoned, but the surface didn't like him either.
"What the hell is going on?" Vincent asked quietly, as he entered the room.
Tifa and Cloud immediately stopped decorating and froze as if they had been caught in a very naughty act. Giving him sheepish smiles, they replied, "Fixing the mansion."
"Pray tell, why?"
Tifa responded. "Um, because, well, this house needs to be a bit more stable so as to not fall down while the party is going on."
Vincent raised one eyebrow, his red eyes piercing Tifa's. "What party?"
"The Halloween party," Cloud replied, as if it should have been obvious.
"The Halloween party," Vincent echoed.
Cloud nodded, then drilled in another screw to fix . . .something. I'm not very tool or house oriented, I only know that if everything works, I'm fine. "You see," Cloud explained, "It's been two years and Tifa and I decided that we might have a little party so that everyone could see each other again, you know?"
"And since it's October, we decided that it might as well be a Halloween party."
"A Halloween party. In my mansion. Where I atone for my sins?"
"Technically, it's not your mansion, it's Shin-Ra's and since Cait Sith- I mean Reeve- is in charge now, it's his mansion. And I thought you had already atoned for your sins," Cloud replied, holding a beam while Tifa hammered in a nail. "Cait- Reeve thought it was a great idea and gave us permission to fix up the place. We got a couple of people working on the bottom floor."
Vincent didn't like this. "Why did no one choose to inform me?"
"We didn't know where you were," Tifa responded simply, "You flitted all across the Planet, never dropped a line, and we didn't even know you had returned."
"What are you two doing here? Couldn't you have done this in Kalm?"
Cloud beamed. "Well, since Tifa and I are engaged . . ."
Tifa blushed a little. "We kinda decided to move back to Nibelheim, even though it's really just a fake . . . but more people will come."
Vincent frowned, though they couldn't see his mouth. "And where am I supposed to relocate?"
"It's just one party."
"And soon it will be a thousand parties, filled with a bunch of ignorant people who really have no idea of how close they came to death."
"I don't know about you," Cloud said, "but seeing Meteor hanging in the sky like a flaming rock ready to crush us gave people an idea of how close they came to death."
Vincent almost snorted, but caught himself. Chaos, on the other hand, pushed a little, trying to goad him into killing Cloud and Tifa so he could go and atone in peace. Vincent pushed back and took a deep breath. "So there will be a party? And you will host?"
"More or less. Unless you want to?"
Vincent opened his mouth in order to respond with a solid no, but Tifa squealed and interrupted him. "I have an idea! Why don't we have Vincent host? He looks like a vampire anyway and it would be so wonderful for him to talk darkly and mysteriously."
Vincent's mouth hung open. Him, host a party? A HALLOWEEN party? A party where he would pretend to be a vampire because he already looked the part? No, no, no, no, no. That would not be possible. He was not a host. He was a murderer. He did not entertain people, most of whom he didn't like. Yuffie's tendency to steal anything that glittered annoyed him to no end and Barret and Cid tended to have contests on who could curse better. And he shouldn't even think about Cait Sith. That stupid cat on that stupid moogle always bouncing . . .
Vincent grunted, holding back Chaos who was feeding off his negative thoughts. Cloud and Tifa paid him no heed and moved on to another portion of the room. "If you'd like," Tifa said absently, "you can help us decorate."
"We asked Dio - you remember him from Gold Saucer right? - to help us out with some of the decorations. A couple of items malfunctioned in the Haunted House so he was willing to donate them. We're gonna see if Cid can repair them . . ."
"How many?" Vincent asked.
"What?"
"How many people will be attending this . . . debacle?"
Tifa frowned, though Vincent couldn't see it due to the fact that her back was turned to him. "It's not a debacle Vincent, it's a party. And we're not sure; five people aside from us are coming."
Vincent snorted this time. "And you honestly believe that they will only bring themselves? I assume that the five people you invited were Barret, Cid, Yuffie, Red XIII, and Cait Sith? They are not just going to bring themselves."
"Oh? And what other people will come?"
"Marlene. Elmyra as well, since she takes care of the girl. Shera and some of the technicians that worked on the rocket. All the people in the pagoda will come with Yuffie and are also probably kleptomaniacs themselves. Red XIII will most likely be accompanied by some people from Cosmo Canyon and Cait Sith will have bodyguards from Shin-Ra. Not to mention other people, like Dio."
"And why do we have to worry about Dio? We didn't invite him."
"No, but he will automatically assume that he is simply because you are borrowing Halloween decorations. Not to mention those "couple of people" working downstairs."
Cloud sighed. "You're paranoid, Valentine."
"Am I? I was a Turk, remember? I was paid to figure out how people think and to anticipate their every move."
"You're still paranoid."
Vincent sighed. There was no beating them. They would continue with their ridiculous planning until the day of the party came. He would just have to deal with it and NOT shoot everyone or rip out his or her internal organs. Because then he'd have to atone for THEIR deaths and that could take centuries. He might just wake up to find their reincarnations. Then they would drive him crazy and he would have to kill them all over again.
Then the nagging voice started up. Out of all the demonic voices in his head, this one he hated the most, even though it wasn't demonic. It always told him what to do, and whenever he listened, someone he liked, whether marginally or not, got hurt. And yet the voice continued, determined to make him a better person!
~ It could be fun. You could work on your people skills! ~
'I don't WANT people skills.'
~ But you NEED people skills. Everyone is afraid of you! You could make some friends, talk about the old days . . . ~
'The old days I remember was before they were even born. I never EXPERIENCED their "old days."'
~ Then you can catch up on what happened in the last 32 years! ~
Vincent winced. 'I don't want to. Then I'll have to atone for even more.'
The nagging voice tried speaking again, but Vincent threatened to let Chaos out. The voice shut up, but Chaos became excited, nudging Vincent in his mind and trying to get out. Vincent, of course, had been lying and told Chaos that. Chaos became sulky and hid in a corner. The monster did have a sensitive side, but only in Vinnie's head.
"Hey Vincent, you OK?"
Cloud had spoken and Vincent shook his head to clear his mind. "Yes, yes, I'm fine, just a little rattled . . . I don't LIKE people. They're annoying. If I could have, I would have shot Shin-Ra in the head a couple times. But he signed the paychecks. Ah, the almighty Gil," Vincent sighed, remembering how much money he earned. Hey, what happened to all the money he earned? Vincent patted his sides, looking for his old bankcard. And wouldn't you know it was in his pocket the whole time!
"What's that Vincent?" Tifa said.
"Money," he replied shortly. "I'll be back in a few days, maybe a week or two. Don't make the place look cheesy or like something out of a children's fairy tale."
Cloud and Tifa ignored his words and bid him farewell. As he entered the first floor, the workers there froze when they saw him. Feeling a little evil, he narrowed his eyes and allowed his gold claw to shine. The workers were thoroughly frightened. This was gonna be kinda fun. After all, when was the last time he popped up behind someone and made him or her get so scared that they actually peed a little in their pants? Smiling, he took a blue Chocobo that was hanging around on the streets and rode off. He was going to get paid.
****TO BE CONTINUED****