Hello there and welcome, this is an idea I came up with a while ago, in fact this is my second time posting it. I rewrote it and put more detail. In the original this section had 1300 words, now it's almost 2000 and I took out a whole scene. Anyways I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy 7, or any of the characters; hell I don't own any thing at all.
Prologue
Brushing short black hair out of his eyes with one hand, Vincent Valentine tilted the watering can in the other. It caused a small torrent of water to trickle down unto the leaves of the potted plant in front of him. He stood like that for a moment, watering the plant until he couldn't hold his temper anymore.
The watering can collided with the wall, water spilling out and flying everywhere. Vincent stood there breathing deeply glaring at the spot he had thrown the watering can at.
His mind ran over the facts, what he had heard from that dammed Hojo, what had flared his temper. Lucrecia had agreed, she had agreed to the human experimentation. That alone upset the young Turk, feeling that wasn't right. However this also meant that Lucrecia, the woman he loved more than anything else, had also agreed to have Hojo's child.
He leaned back against the table all the plants rested on, looking at a plant in full bloom next to him. He looked at the vivid red of its petals with sad eyes and stretched out his hand toward it. He caressed the one petal gently and cupped the flower in one hand before his thoughts turned back to his current situation.
It wasn't even a week ago he had felt like Lucrecia was on the verge of leaving Hojo for him. After that one particular night they had together at least. His heart ached now. The bastard didn't even love her, not as much as he did at least.
Rage flared in him once more and he closed his hand, crushing the flower he had been holding. A few bright red petals stuck out from his grip as he slow tightened it. His nails dug through the petals and into his palm, shredding the beautiful and vibrant leaves.
"Vincent?" a soft voice came from the door, drawing the Turks' eyes.
All that he wanted but couldn't attain stood there. Wearing her long white lab coat, her brown hair pulled back into a ponytail with her bangs hanging free and framing her face.
Lucrecia looked at him and read the sadness in his eyes. Her own then wandered to the crushed flower still in his hand and she frowned.
"Simon told you didn't he?" she asked stepping further in the greenhouse like room, "I wanted to be the one to tell you..."
"You expected Hojo to keep quiet about it? When he knew it would upset me? Ha! I'm surprised he didn't rub it in my face more," Vincent replied bitterly.
"Vincent please, I want this as much as Hojo does. Please don't be mad," Lucrecia said.
"What you want? You want your first born child to be experimented on like some sort of lab rat?!" he growled, standing up quickly and knocking the plant that had held his attention on the floor, breaking the pot.
"I.... I love him Vincent," she said weakly, "that's why I want to do this...."
"Why, dammit? Why him? Why on earth are you in love with that twisted bastard? Why not someone else? Why not me?"
There was a silence between the two, Vincent looked uncomfortably at the ground still angry but sorrow was about to over run his rage. Lucrecia kept her eyes on the Turk, her own feelings wrecking havoc on her mind.
After they spent a minute or so like that before Lucrecia walked up to Vincent, taking his hand in one of hers and with her other, cupped his face and moved it gently so they stood looking in each other's eyes.
Vincent opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. He did this a few times, making him resemble a fish in a way. Lucrecia smiled softly and leaned forward, placing her lips on his.
He was shocked for a minute, only a few minutes ago she had said she was in love with Hojo, but this is what he wanted more than anything else. Vincent leaned in and deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms around the woman he loved.
There was nothing more for the Turk to ask for. It was perfect, but perfection never lasts. Had the two not been so engrossed in each other they might have heard the footsteps.
"Well I knew Valentine had some petty feelings for you, but I never thought you would ever give into it," a voice said from behind the two.
Lucrecia withdrew from the kiss the second she heard the voice and pushed away from Vincent and out of his arms. "Simon! Its not what it looks like!" she said, turning quickly to see one Dr. Simon Hojo standing in the doorway.
Vincent felt sick at her words. She had kissed him just now and now she basically saying it meant nothing. Did he really mean so little to her?
Hojo smirked sadistically, "I think I actually heard your heart break there, Valentine."
Vincent glared at the doctor with all the anger and hate in him. He walked out of the room, past Lucrecia and bumping roughly into Hojo, muttering 'bastard' as he past. He turned into his room and slammed the door hard behind him, and falling into his bed.
He could make out the muffled sound of the two talking, to close to where they were for his own comfort but Professor Gast was out for the day so he was guaranteed to have the room they shared to himself.
Vincent lay they for a while, staring at the ceiling. The voices in the hall rose, as the two seemed to begin an argument. Vincent tossed around on his bed, trying to muffle the sound with his pillow but couldn't take much of it.
He got to his feet and walked across the room freezing before he opened the door. The words of their conversation slipped through the wood, and he wanted to make sure he didn't walk out at a bad time. Leaning on the door he listened to conversation.
"- Valentine said isn't it!?"
"No Simon... I just... not entirely sure I want to go through with this..."
"Dammit... I won't let you back out now! Whore!"
Vincent looked bitterly at the door, as if were Hojo himself. There was a silence, the only sound was the ruffling of some clothing. Lucrecia gasped and that's when Vincent decided to move. His hand was on the door handle when he heard a thump against the wall. He had the door halfway open before he heard the gun shot.
Instinctively Vincent reached for his own gun beneath his coat. Drawing it from its holster he turned quickly to where he knew Hojo and Lucrecia had been. He was just in time to see the love of his life slid down the wall, leaving a trail of blood.
Vincent stood frozen, his knees shaking, about ready to give out beneath him. He felt his stomach churn as he watched the colour slowly drain from his love's face and blood pool on the ground. He was about ready deposit the content of his stomach on the floor until he heard the sadistic laughter coming from the other man standing there.
Vincent's eyes darted from Lucrecia to Hojo, flaring in rage. "You bastard! How could you?" He yelled as his anger and sadness pouring out now.
"It was really rather simple. I aimed the gun and pulled the trigger," Hojo said with the sadistic look of a mad man, "let me demonstrate." Hojo raised the revolver he had been holding onto to be about level with Vincent's head.
Another gunshot resonated through out the mansion. Vincent staggered back and fell back against the wall, his gun slipping from his grasp. As Hojo fell to the ground, Vincent thanked god he had been blessed with the gun slinging ability of quick draw and the fact he already had a gun in hand.
He closed his eyes and tried to rid his mind of the thought of Lucrecia. He had seen so many people die, killing more than one himself, but the deaths had never seemed so violent and there never seemed to be so much blood.
His eyes watered and he silently, a few tears streaking down his face. His mourning was only momentary though. There was a loud bang, a sound to familiar to Vincent that day, followed by a searing pain in his right knee. He collapsed, falling to the ground, unable to support himself.
He heard laughing, though he could hardly focus over the pain. He looked over to where Hojo lay. He was smirking and laughing his gun in had.
Paler than usual, the doctor struggled to speak, his blood leaking out, "You... will never beat... me... Valentine."
Vincent could no longer feel anger inside him, only sadness and pain. He looked once again at Lucrecia, seeing her, looking beautiful and peaceful, one last time before he blacked out.
Professor Gast walked down the hall of the hospital, a solemn look on his face. It had been a little less than a week since the incident. Gast had come back to the mansion to find the hall covered in blood, three bodies on the ground. He was thankful to find lingering life in one of them.
He turned into a room and smiled slightly seeing the young Turk lying in a hospital bed, his right leg propped up. Vincent looked from the book that had his attention when Gast entered. He nodded to acknowledge the man standing, his reflecting the sorrow Gast had no doubt he was feeling.
"How are you doing today Vincent?" Gast asked as he sat down next to the bed. He knew it was a stupid question, but he didn't know what else to say.
"Oh I'm just dandy," Vincent replied sarcastically, "I mean, Hojo destroyed my knee cap, and doctors say I'll never walk properly again. I might lose my job since I can't walk and they're pissed off about me killing that nut case. On top of all that, the woman I loved with all my heart is dead. Yup I'm perfectly fine."
"I'm sure the bosses won't fire you," Gast said, trying to reassure him, "even if you couldn't be a Turk, I'm sure there is another job in Shinra for you."
"I doubt it. I'm a Turk, the only skills a Turk has is killing things and getting drunk," Vincent muttered.
Gast sighed and stood up, "Its obvious you're not in the mood for talking and you should rest. I'll visit again tomorrow."
"Whatever," Vincent said as Gast left. He shifted a bit, trying to get comfortable, but unable to move his leg much it was impossible. Grumbling angrily he closed his eyes, falling into an uneasy sleep, plagued by nightmares.
Author's Note: I'm proud of it really I am. I would also like to thank Beholder of the Shadows for her help (the whole flower thing at the beginning was her idea) also I tend to procrastinate, so I'm not sure when I'll have chapter two up, soon I hope. If it takes a while and you get annoyed e-mail me, you could even e-mail Beholder, she'll harass me for you. Also I'm thinking of maybe having one or two Beta readers (next to the one I already have) so if your interested, me e-mail is on my profile page and my aim is Wind of Reason.
Meh also, the reason I say Vincent and Gast share a room is because there are only three beds in the Shinra mansion, a double and two single in the same room. Since Hojo and Lucrecia were already seeing each other it stands to reason they would share the double bed. And Hojo's first name, I'm not sure if they actually say what it is in the game, I just remember his name being that in a fic I read a long time ago and I thought it fit so I used it.
