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Macy, Vincent, and Millie were sitting in the kitchen. It was dark out, and there were cookies baking in the oven. The time has finally come for them to even the score with Sephiroth. Macy had so much on Sephiroth and she soon became a key player in the whole operation. It would take awhile to bring him down; out witting him was going to be an arduous task. Vincent continued to stare at Macy lovingly; he loved the way her face looked when she was thinking. Her face was so solemn and beautiful. He never knew Macy could be the serious type.

"I know what I can do; I can break into Sephiroth's estate and steal his journals. He writes in them every once in a while, and I'm pretty sure he doesn't write about his feelings."

"Macy, dear, I don't know if I want you breaking into people's houses." Millie said.

"Oh, ma, I'm doing this because Sephiroth has to stop treating people like some sort of…..of….well I don't know. But it's wrong and he needs to learn a lesson."

"My, my, sometimes I don't know about you girl. When you were little, you were such a handful for teachers and some ofthe townspeople." Millie said.

"A handful?" Vincent asked with great interest.

"Yes, she was…as matter of fact I can tell you a story when…"

"Ma!" Macy shouted. "Please you're embarrassing me."

"I'm sorry my dear, but you were." Millie said giggling.

Macy let out a loud frustrated groan.

"As much as I would like to hear this story, we really need to focus on some sort of plan. I'm now ashamed to admit that I was Turk, we came up with all sorts of schemes to….never mind all that. Please continue." Vincent said

"Yes, thank you. Now as I was saying. There is a place where Sephiroth keeps his journals. While I was cleaning one day I happened to stumble on this place. I didn't look through them because I just started working for Sephiroth and I didn't realize what he was doing until later on."

Vincent wasn't all that surprised that Sephiroth kept journals. Even though he expected more from Macy, this was a good start. The only thing they had to do was get into his estate and go and get the journals.

"Yes, Macy. But we have to have some sort of timing. When is the best time to sneak into his estate?"

"The best time to do it is when he has a guest over. He will be too busy seducing her or him. That's when we can sneak in. He doesn't keep his journals in the same room where he seduces."

"Ahhhh." Vincent said. "When can we do this?"

"Vincent, baby. Haven't you've been paying attention? Sephiroth already has a new victim. And it's a man."

"We could probably pull this off tonight; his guest may come over. Now all we have to do is figure out how were going to get in." Macy said.

The oven timer went off and Millie went over and pulled the cookies out. The smell of cookies soon filled the house. Vincent hadn't experienced that kind of sweet smell in so many years. It put him at ease. Millie allowed the hot cookies cool off and she went to over the cabinet and took out three large glasses.

"Macy dear, have you thought about the consequences if you're caught?"

"No, ma I haven't," she said.

"Well, I will only tell you that the two of you will have to suffer the consequences of your actions. It's important that you be careful. Especially now, since there are people from out town here."

"Out of town? What do you mean? Ma, please tell me that you haven't been listening to the townspeople."

"Macy everything the townspeople say aren't always gossip and rumors. There are some people here. I don't know why they're here, but I know its important business." Millie said.

"Have you heard what kind of business?" Vincent asked.

"No, but since it's likely to be important, I don't you two giving this town a bad name by breaking into people's houses."

"Ma everything will be fine. Besides, I wish you would be more supportive. Especially after the way Sephiroth spoke to you."

Millie only sighed as she poured milk into the tall glasses and served them. Vincent knew Millie was right, but he wanted to get back at Sephiroth. He took a sip of milk and helped himself to four cookies. Millie smiled in delight.

"Ma loves to bake." Macy said.

Scene Shift, Please.

The evening had approached as Macy and Vincent went over their plan again. Throughout the day, Vincent heard the rumors about the people who were in Nibelhiem. He wondered if they were from the Shinra. He could also see that Sephiroth wasn't at his estate. He had to be, of course hunting for his victim. Macy was wearing black and so was Vincent, the two of them had gathered equipment for the break in. It was rather exciting for him. He hadn't done this since he belonged to the Turks.

"Okay, so here's what were gonna do. That room where Sephiroth keeps his journals is the third floor of his estate. There's a tree blocking the window, and we have to climb itto get in." Macy said.

This plan wasn't as elaborate as most of the plans Vincent pulled when he was a Turk. He didn't even think he was committing a crime. Although breaking and entering is a crime. This of course made him realize the extent of the dirty deeds. He put on his black gloves and grabbed the rope. Macy was tightening her pony tail; he would love to see her hair down. Vincent just became aware that he had not seen her without her hair being in a pony tail.

"We can't leave out the front door. We'll go out the back and circle around. When we do that, we should be on the side of Sephiroth's estate. And that tree should be there, too."

"Well, it sounds like you have everything under control. But this is only the beginning." Vincent leaned over and slowly kissed Macy on the mouth.

"Oh my, why do you do these things to me?"

"Things, what kind of things?"

"You know what I mean. Turning me on like that."

"Oh, I see. Macy, I cannot help it, perhaps I like doing those things to you." Vincent said.

The two headed out the back door. It was a quiet out and now dark. The townspeople weren't sitting on their porches; Vincent knew this because he didn't hear any loud talking or laughter. A cool breeze swept over them and the sound of crickets rang through their ears. Walking through the long grass and weeds was not an easy task. Considering that most of the houses had no backyards. And the two had push hanging branches out their way. It took about fifteen to twenty minutes to reach the estate and as Macy had predicted there was a large tree.

The third floor didn't seem all that high up to Vincent, but there was no other way to get in.

"So, you want to go first?" Vincent asked

"Yes, I'll go. Hold this." She said handing him a crow bar that will be used to open the window.

Macy took the long rope and swung it around rapidly and soon tossed it up to the highest branch.

"I'm ready, are you?"

"There's no need for you to ask, my darling."

He handed Macy the crow bar and she was soon making her way up. Vincent was impressed by her strong will. He loved her determination, and he soon realized how fortunate he was to have her.

"Okay, now it's your turn!" She said

Vincent grasped the thick rope and pulled himself up the tree. He didn't know that it would be this difficult, at least not for him. Macy made it look so easy when she climbed. After awhile he finally made it as Macy was prying the window open.

"And that's about it." She said as the window came open.

Vincent made his way up finally and followed Macy into the room.

The room was dark and she went over to switch on the light. It was a fairly small room. More like a study room, Vincent thought. There were shelves of books, and a closet.

"Okay, this isn't good."

"Why do you say that?" Vincent asked.

"He must've rearranged the room. We have to 'really' look."

Vincent heaved a deep sigh of frustration.

"Do you remember what they look like or how many there were exactly?"

"Yes, I do. So don't worry too much. We have to start searching now." Macy said.

She immediately began to scan the book shelves.

"They were leather, I know that. I think they were brown and black. Whichever book you see that doesn't have a label on it that should be one of his journals. Gosh, I'm beginning to wonder if he did this on purpose." Macy said.

Vincent didn't like hearing this, but he knew it was a possibility. Sephiroth could have known something; he could've picked up on something. But rearranging the room could've just been a random act, nothing out of the ordinary. He scanned the bookshelves searching. He saw a lot of interesting titles. Even though most of them were about the Shinra, it was information he never would have access to, even though he was once a Turk.

Vincent even noticed that some of the books were about the Ancients. He would like to have read them, but the two were pressed for time.

"I think I found them." Macy said squatting down and pulling out two books.

"Are you certain those are it?"

"Yes," she said flipping through the pages. "These are it, because I can see the entries. Well now that we have them, we better get going. I'll return them when were done."

"It's four of them?" Vincent asked noticing that Macy grabbed two more of the journals.

"Yes, we can finish reading them we just have to stay up late."

Vincent didn't like hearing this either. But he would stay up late anyway.

Macy immediately went out of the window and Vincent followed. It wasn't much of a struggle going down the tree as it was going up.

They were soon back at Macy's house and they went into the kitchen and tossed the journals on the table.

"Whoa, no wonder Sephiroth is so skilled." Macy said examining the thickness of the journals.

"Let's get started." Vincent said almost reluctantly.

They sat down at the table and Macy went to get snacks. She also made some coffee.

Vincent picked up a journal and began reading a small introduction.

I am writing this to explain my next move. Or moves. I have been coming with ways to increase my abilities. . . . .

Vincent thought this was incredibly tedious. So he decided to skip a head a few pages. The journal soon became interesting. Some pages were describing his sexual fantasies, which Vincent found to be quite enjoyable. Soon, Macy was the second journal. She seemed a little shocked at what she read.

"Vincent, this the point in which he discovers his desire for men. This was more interesting. Read through most of the journal and finally picked the last one. It wasn't as thick as the last three. Macy was strangely quiet, she seemed to be enthralled. But for some reason Vincent sensed there was something wrong.

"Macy my darling, are you alright?"

"We should have read these in order. This is Sephiroth's current journal."

"So what's wrong?"

Macy was silent; he could see that she was thinking about her answer.

"Macy what is it?"

"You told me about Nicholas some time ago. I know you remember."

"Yes, go on."

"Those people from out of town. There are from the Shinra." Macy said quietly once more.

Vincent almost knew what Macy was saying. But he didn't want to become fully aware.

"He wants Nicholas. That man he's trying to seduce now is Nicholas." She said.

He did not want to react simply because he did not know how to react. He soon realized that he wasn't wrong in thinking that those people were from the Shinra. The Turks.

"Nicholas." Vincent said without sounding angry.

"We've already lost Macy. What can we do?"

"No Vincent, don't say that. We'll just have to try harder." She said.

"But it's Nicholas. He could use that against me. Now I hate him now more than ever." Vincent said coldly.

Hope you enjoyed that chapter. It was the best I could do. But this is only the beginning.