These aren't mine, I don't know why I have to repeat myself, but I really don't wanna be sued! The only one original in the green haired man that's looking for Vincent. You don't really know who he is, but it will all be explained in the far later chapters.. believe me. This story is going to rock starting now! Lol!! NO Flames please!! But I will take your Critiques!! I really need them!! So anything will help!! Thanks. Oh, I don't remember any of the character's parents names or anything, so I just made them up as I go. =P and if you're wondering, This is Vincent's dream, obviously... oh sorry. still no song!!

Red Death's Love

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A 17 year old Vincent had just gotten off of the train. He looked up at the clear blue sky and thought. So this is the floating city? He didn't see anything so magnificent about it. Midgar looked like a floating piece of machinery. Vincent didn't like the way it smelled, something about the air here smelled too different, too purified. It almost made him dizzy. He was used to the country air back at home in Gongaga Town. Vincent almost regretted coming here. But he knew he couldn't go back. This was where everyone's dreams and hopes came true.

Vincent grabbed his things and hailed a taxi. The hover cab stopped by him. The driver got out and helped him put his things in the trunk. After they were done, the cab drove off leaving a gust of exhaust fumes in it's place. Vincent's lip curled in disgust. Ugh, how disgusting.

He'd never smelled anything so horrible in his life, aside the fertilizer that the townsfolk used to plant their grass and crops. Vincent shook his head. His hair shook slightly. His hair had gotten long, it was down to his shoulders. He had to find a place to get it cut when he got to the college.

When they stopped in front of the school, Vincent got out and stared at the formidable building. It was huge. He had never seen anything like it in his life. The outside of the school looked like a giant Pantheon. The pillars were made out of alabaster and loomed before him with grace and fortitude. The steps of the school were made out of marble. The doors to the school were electronic.

He noticed the students, boys and girls, pouring in and out of the doors. They were all in uniform. The uniform code consists of grey slacks and matching jackets. The collar of the jacket had a red outline on it as well as the sleeves. There were buttons on your collar that told what rank you were. One button on your right collar meant that you were freshman, if you had two buttons on either side of your collar, that meant that you were sophomore. Three buttons, two on your right, one of your left meant that you were junior, and four, two on your right and left collar meant that you were senior.

Seniors had a lot of leigh-way when it came to privileges. Since they were here longer, it showed how dedicated they were to the school. They ate before anyone else did, they had a lot more study hall periods, and they had certain rights that came before lower classmen.

Your fate is decided on who you hang out with, and since Vincent really wasn't that much of a socialite, that meant that he was bound to get into trouble. The taxi cab put the last of his things on the sidewalk. Vincent thanked him and gave him his money. The taxi driver nodded and walked back to his cab.

He drove off leaving Vincent coughing and sputtering from the exhaust fumes. Vincent rolled his eyes. That's the last time I take a cab. Vincent saw that he wasn't the only one new to the school. There were a lot of young fresh faces that appeared out from busses as well as cars. Some of the new students were crying. Probably because this is the first time they've been away from home...

Vincent sighed, how childish is that? The families and friends of the students kiss them and hold them as they steer the terrified students toward the steps of the collage. They stood in a line and waited for the administration to welcome them to school. They didn't have to wait for long, the administration, which consisted of the dean of Housing, the dean of Academics and the dean of Athletics, and etc, came out in their fancy suits and shook hands with the parents as well as the students. It seemed like they had a dean for everything in the school.

Well, where is the Dean that's in charge of all Deans? Vincent asked himself quietly. They all came over and shook his hand. After they were done meeting the parents and students, they ushered the students inside. A team of cybernetic robots came out and took their luggage in.

All of the students including Vincent had been warned not to appear without their uniform. There were some of the new students quickly changing their clothes in the bathrooms of nearby restaurants before coming in. When Vincent first entered the school, he was amazed at how nice everything looked.

The ceiling to the main hall was decorated with painted cherubs. The walls were thick and pale. It was such a big room, Vincent guessed the ceiling was thirty feet tall. The length and width of the room was about as big as a football field. The floors were tiled and had a bluish tint to them. Vincent could see his reflection in them. There was a giant water fountain in the middle of the room, and benches along side of it. There was a red carpet on the floor leading up to the elevators. Since there was a giant water fall in the way, the carpet went around it. There were rows of columns on either side of the red carpet. Glass chandeliers glittered across the ceiling.

On the side of the walls were arches. In each arch was a person who'd been assigned to help students with their needs. For example, Financial Aid. If there was someone who couldn't get into the school, for financial purposes, they would have to go through the financial aid office. If a student needed to go pay something off, like overdue library books or something they would have to go to accounting and etc.

Vincent needed to go sign in and receive his classes, as well as housing information. He walked to the arch at the end of the hall where most of the freshman gathered. The line read, "The Arch of Academic Advisement and Clearance for New Students." Vincent waited for an hour before he got up to the desk.

The clerk was very friendly. She smiled at Vincent and asked for his Student pamphlet. She told him that it should've been sent to him via mail and that he needed to fill it out if he hadn't. Vincent gave her his pamphlet, he filled everything out already. After processing his data in her computer, she smiled.

"Ok, Mr. Valentine, I hope you enjoy your stay here. This is one of the best schools in the world. You're very lucky to have been accepted here."

She handed him his Student ID Badge, which had his number on it. She also gave him his room number as well as a student handbook. He just nodded and walked off. He had a room all by himself which is where he stayed most of the time. His room was in the west wing, where most of the freshman stayed.

Vincent kept to himself mostly. He really didn't care about the frat houses or parties. He just wanted to learn all he can about everything. Most of the students thought that he was stuck up, but every now and then, they would come to him and ask to borrow something, like his notes, or his books. Vincent usually let them.

He didn't really need his books anyways. Half the things the teachers preached about were already taught to him by the old man. Yes, the old man had taught him well. Vincent wrote to the old man every week telling him about school and life in the big city. Every week he got a letter with money inside from the old man telling Vincent how proud he was of him.

Through the second half of the semester, Vincent got in trouble with a teacher. They had been arguing about scientific theories. Vincent was taken to the board of academics when he refused to sit in class and listen to the teacher's ridiculous ramblings. Apparently the dean of academics was interested in what he had to say. Vincent was tested out of the class and put in the class ahead of him, much to his, and the student bodies' astonishment.

The teacher that had been arguing with Vincent was put on probation. Apparently, Vincent knew what he was talking about. As far as creativity went, he could paint very well, and sketch. He never really thought about girls that much, he was always absorbed in some kind of reading material or homework and it was a shame because if he had noticed, he would have been quite the ladies man.

As it turned out, lot of the girls in his classes were smitten by his stand offish behavior. They seemed to picture him as a rebel of some sort, defying teachers and getting rewarded for doing it. The boys were jealous of his success.

In his classes people would talk about him, almost as if he wasn't there. In the hall ways, when he passed, whispers of his name could be heard. Vincent once spotted three girls giggling and whispering about him from behind. When he turned to confront them, they ran off blushing and laughing.

Women... Feh.

In music class, he often sat by himself. The only time Vincent ever played the piano, was when no one was around. Apparently, one of his fan girls caught him in the act one day, and decided to tell everyone that he was secretly a master at the piano.

The music teacher caught wind of it, and being a professional musician and composer, was arrogant, and couldn't believe that Vincent could hold a candle to him.

He was a short fat man that wore a white toupee. He had thick ruddy fingers and pink rosy cheeks as well as a funny mustache that spiraled upwards and lay on his round cheekbones.

Vincent thought that his apparel was ludicrous. The man looked like pudgy mini version of Beethoven.

Professor Donovan, that was his name.

The man challenged Vincent to a musician's duel one day. Vincent snorted and told the man no, but the professor was a childish man and wouldn't stop whining about it. He refused to let Vincent sit in class unless he played his game. Finally, Vincent relented. The teacher went first. He was pretty good, that man, Vincent had to admit it. He saw that the man had talent, but it was too mechanical. It was all about being right, and pounding the keys, with Donovan. Vincent didn't believe in playing the piano, unless it's with your soul.

The professor looked like a mad man playing on the piano. At one point, Vincent thought that his toupee would fall off because he was playing that hard. Everyone clapped when he finished. Donovan got off his seat, adjusted his jacket and bowed.

"Now, lets see how Mr. Valentine fares..."

Vincent stepped up to the piano and cracked his fingers. He placed hands on the piano and started to play. His eyes closed. At first the song was soft, and you could barely hear the music, but as it went on, the music got louder. It was so eloquent and moving to see him sitting there rocking back and forth in motion with the movement of the song. It was poetry in motion... it was.... Soul...

The music sounded sad, then happy, then angry, then sad, and peaceful. It was almost as if he was telling a story through his music. Very bewitching. His fingers were fast and quick across the keys. They flashed and danced. Everyone was silently in awe by the boy.

No one dared breathe.

Little tiny beads of sweat fell from his brow and onto the piano, but he couldn't stop. The music soared through his heart and into his hands. It was electrifying. Finally, Vincent stopped. He'd been playing for a good forty-five minutes and didn't even know it.

The girls in the room were in tears, the boys were impressed, and Donovan... well, Donavon admitted defeat and disappeared from class for the remainder of the day.

The next morning, Vincent was called down to the office. The board of education were concerned about him. They asked him if he knew that Porfessor Donovan left the university? Vincent shook his head innocently. No he hadn't. The board of Academics were getting weary, because it's the second time Vincent had caused a disruption of some kind in the school, although he didn't do it on purpose.

The school decided that Vincent was well beyond any other kids in his class and moved him up to Junior. By the time Vincent turned 18, he was a senior.

Over the course of a year, he'd moved up three grades.

How peculiar.

The students regarded him as some sort of vigilante. During his senior year at the Shin-Ra Academy, Vincent met three people that would alter his life, whether it be positive or negative, forever.

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