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Chapter warnings: Purple prose, profanities, nuclear OOCness, slash (nothing too explicit)


Chronicles of the fangirl-hunters.

Day 2 – Crossing the ocean

Vincent

How come they refuse to listen to me? Can't they see the risk they are putting us in?

Right now, we are on our way over the ocean towards Junon. My idea, I know. But it sure as hell wasn't my idea that we would go on a luxurious cruiser to get there! I opted that we would hitch a ride with a cargo ship, but Reno just called me a cheapskate and proceeded to get us tickets.

I have noticed one thing about the spell, and that is that it reacts to situations. Like when I saw Sephiroth on the ground bleeding, and felt guilty. Or like when we're sitting by the same campfire. The reason I wanted us to go with the cargo ship was that it would be, well, less romantic. I fear that before we arrive in Junon, at least two of us will have had sex, and possibly killed each other. Holy, save us all.


Reno

I really don't know what's up with Vince. It's like he's been walking on eggshells ever since we came on board. I also don't get why he wanted us to go on that cargo ship.

Sephiroth, well… He's kinda indifferent at the moment. I think he's pissed that he was voted down concerning our destination. Can you believe that he tried to pull rank? Hell, I couldn't help but to laugh at him. It would have been different if it had been during the old days at ShinRa. But then again, I was fresh out off the academy when he died, or what the hell ever happened.

And pulling rank on Vince? He's technically older than any of us for crying out loud. I have a feeling that he won't take order from anyone, especially not someone that he went on a quest around the world to kill. He did try to kill me on a few occasions as well, but at least he didn't hunt after me. But you know…. I don't think I would mind having Vinnie chasing after me. He's so mysterious, dark and brooding. I would just love to see what's under that heavy cloak of his. I would unwrap his bandana and run my fingers through his hair. I would unbutton his shirt ever so slowly, and…

Oh dear. I think I need to find Sephiroth.


Sephiroth.

I have always loved the ocean. I stand here at the railing and watch the setting sun playing over the waves. The sky is colored a crimson red. It reminds me of his hair. It is the same vibrant and living color. And the ocean. The same color as his eyes. I could drown in the deep, dark water, just like I could drown in the depth of his eyes.

Here he comes now. Asking me if I have seen Vincent. That name alone is enough to awaken a desire to kill within me. He is always after my love, putting his dirty hands on him. What? My love asks me to hide him away from Vincent. Why, what has he done? Has he hurt my angel? I will kill him, but first I need to comfort my love. It will be alright, I won't allow anything to hurt him every again.

He seems surprised when I wrap him in my arms and kiss him deeply, letting all the passion that is within me surge up. For a moment he struggles. Silly angel, thinking that you're not worthy of me. Can't you see, my love, that I am the one that is not worthy? Ah, he relaxes against me now. His soft hands tangle themselves in my hair, as if he is afraid that I would let go. Never, my love. I will never let go.

I am sure that he feels the smile on my lips in out shared kiss, as I lift him up in my arms to carry him down to my quarters.


Vincent.

So I'm laying in bed now. Trying to sleep. Sadly, that's not an option with the loud moans that is coming from Sephiroths cabin.

I knew it! I bloody knew it!


A/N: That hurt.