Every the-word (even this one) was originally written teh in this chapter. Which is annoying. As is the fact that I own nothing, nothing at all. pulls pockets inside out See? All the money went to paying for the school trip to London.
And if it were up to Zax, this would be a ZxC-story... umm wait, it IS up to Zax... .
Zax: YES! I'm gonna score!!
Me: -.-;;;
Chapter fourteen: Roadtripping
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The large, black and red demon flexed its wings and growled at the small, alien woman who stood next to him in the depths of subconsciousness. "He's onto us. He must have realized that we can only reach him when he sleeps. So he doesn't." Chaos rumbled and turned to face the woman. She smiled and shrugged.
"He's just human, after all. He has to sleep sometime. We will get our chance. You just worry about not letting the other three find out about this, and I'll take care of the rest." She didn't speak any of the languages the demon knew, not any of the languages of this planet, but he could still understand her. "Once he falls asleep, I'll talk with him, he'll do what I need him to do, and then you can have his body. I don't think he'll put up much of a fight at that stage anymore... already he's tired of this all, and wishes to be free from it. If we play this right, you won't even have to fight him for control."
Her words made the demon smirk in a way that would have made anyone else uncomfortable or scared out of their minds. She paid him no attention, though, and merely looked up.
"He's so tired... ah, see, here he comes."
Chaos growled and unfolded his wings as Vincent's thin body began to materialize, not far from where they were standing. A slender hand stopped the demon before his temper got the better of him.
"Wait here... I'll take care of this..." she said in a low tone, and Chaos watched as her body and its colouring changed in front of his eyes.
"My sins... they are far worse than I had thought..." the ex-Turk muttered, not caring anymore that the four demons might attack him at any moment. Actually, it would be something of a release, at least he could forget everything else for a while. His sins, what he'd done wrong, and who had suffered because of him. How they had suffered. He felt that his own torment was nothing compared to what he'd let them go through, and that any punishment he'd receive wouldn't be enough to make amends. Nothing could purify his soul from the terrible stains he'd brought upon it.
"Lucretia... I betrayed you. In so many ways. I was never worthy of you. But I thought that I could ease your spirit, and mine, by making sure Hojo never hurt another soul in his life. But I failed. I...
"Cloud... I thought that if I'd manage to get him out of the mansion, away from Hojo, that he could live a life... that it wasn't too late for him, as it was for you and me. But I was wrong, and it was too late. Hojo had already left his mark on the boy's soul, twisted it into something horrible... he's not human anymore...
"And Sephiroth... Lucretia, my love, I fear that I betrayed our son the worst. By not helping you, he was left to Hojo, to be tested upon as a child, to be given to that monster Jenova. He's gone, it's too late to save him as well. Too late, all too late..."
"Not necessarily, dear Vincent..."
He spun around, completely taken by surprise as he recognized the quiet voice. His red eyes went wide as he saw her, looking just like he'd remembered. "...Lucretia..." and suddenly, his body was once again that of a young Turk. Vincent was clad in the dark-blue uniform of the elite group, his black hair neatly trimmed, his left arm normal. And Lucretia was with him, in her pure white laboratory coat, long brown hair tied up high. They were standing at the well, in the middle of Nibelheim, under a starry sky. As if the last over 25 years had never happened.
But he still knew, even though he wanted so much to deny it, he knew that this was just a dream. The world stood too still around them, quiet and without any smells, like the set of a play. The smoke coming out of the chimneys didn't move at all, no wind stirred the leaves of the trees, and clouds stood still in the sky. But she... she felt so real, her chest rising and falling, her hairs moving slightly to a wind that touched only her, bringing the smell of her perfume to him. She was perfect.
Almost too perfect. Too alluring, too sweet, too much of everything. One of the reasons he'd originally fallen for her was that she was so peaceful, smart and wise, but so normal. A haven of stability in his life. But Vincent didn't get a chance to think what was going on as she suddenly stepped so close to him, wrapped her slender arms around his neck and kissed his lips, feeling so warm, so soft, and tasting just slightly of strawberries, which was the flavour of her lip balm. Just like he'd remembered her. And she was all his now, the promise was in that kiss, so clearly, it was in every inch and fiber of her body.
Her lips left his, too soon, as she stepped away and started to guide him up to the top of the well, where they had used to sit and watch the stars on cloudless nights, just sit and enjoy each other's company, and perhaps, occasionally, do a bit more than that. All the memories and feelings came flooding back to him, and Vincent wanted so much to believe that this was really happening, that this was real and everything else had just been a bad dream. He'd tell her about it, she'd laugh, at first, and then start to analyze the dream until he'd stop her with a kiss...
"You always worry so much, Vincent..." she whispered and he realized that they were at the top of the well. Her arms slipped around his neck again, and her soft lips found his. Soon Vincent forgot all of his sins and worries, and drowned in their all-consuming love.
Staring at the myriads of stars above them, his head on her lap, Vincent suddenly remembered something.
"Lucretia... earlier, did you say something about it not being too late to help... our son?"
He couldn't see her smirk, but it turned to a gentle smile when she looked down. Stroking his hair, she leaned down and placed a kiss on his forehead before speaking. "Yes, I did. He's coming back here. Maybe you'll get to see him. Oh I envy you so much... he's not completely under Jenova's control yet, but there isn't much time left. You have to save him."
Vincent sat up and grabbed her hands with his perfect human hands, and stared deep into her eyes. "I'll do anything. Just tell me how I can help him, and I will do it."
She turned her eyes down to their joined hands, to appear desperate and to hide the glint of joy from her eyes. "Jenova is a wise one, and she's capable of controlling weaker minds, even if they have just a hint of her essence in them. She can make them do whatever she wants. Do you understand what I mean?" She looked up to his eyes now, and after a silent moment Vincent nodded.
"There are things that Sephiroth is blind to. Things he can't see as possible threats. But they are dangerous, and you must protect him from them. Make sure they won't be able to hurt him. Please Vincent, take care of our son!" She leaned her head against his chest and let out a sob.
The ex-Turk stared ahead for a while, as the world seemed to grow colder. But he was ready to do anything to help his only child. With a sigh, he closed his eyes and held her close.
Cloud let out a long breath and opened his eyes. The wind blew his long, blonde hairs to his face, and some of them stuck to his sweaty forehead as he tried very hard not to be sick. He had come to the conclusion that he really hated cars. This was his first ride in one, and if there was any justice in the world, it would be his last as well. The fact that Zax was apparently completely speed blind didn't help at all.
The blond sat at the backseat of a small, convertible buggy, leaning heavily on the backrest, staring at the scenery they left fast behind them. Zax was driving like they were chased by a horde of demons, or at least the car's owner. The Soldier had gone alone to Cosmo Canyon for supplies, and had returned with the car, food, clothes and weapons. And there was no way he could have afforded it all.
They had left Cid and Shera that morning, back at the little village. The two Rocket Towners had decided to fix up Tiny Bronco and then go into hiding for a while, until things calmed down. Highwind had almost gone with them, but had decided against it when he'd realized he'd have to leave his beloved plane behind. But they had both wished them well, and Cid had told Zax to get in touch with him once they'd return from Nibelheim. He hadn't, however, given the Soldier any kind of idea about where he'd be then.
Sephiroth sat on the front seat, staring at the scenery, his silvery hair flowing behind him like a flag, glittering in the sun. The General tried not to think much about anything, like, for example, Jenova's head which traveled on his lap, protected up to the eyes by Vincent's cape. He hadn't actually told the truth to Zax last night, about being in control of the situation. She hadn't talked to him but she was becoming a part of him, sliding into his thoughts and cells like a snake, a part of him that was harder and harder to give up. Like a drug habit. They didn't talk with each other, but soon they wouldn't even need to.
But Sephiroth tried not to think about it right now. The loud music blaring from the radio helped, he couldn't concentrate at all, especially since his friend liked to sing along. Loud. Even if he didn't really know the words.
"Here comes the sun... here comes the su-un! She is the brightest star--"
"Zackery, PLEASE be quiet, just for a minute or two..." Sephiroth finally lost his patience. The Soldier smirked and looked at him over his sunglasses, also 'bought' from Cosmo Canyon, and turned the music louder.
"HERE COMES THE SUUUUN!"
A thwack to the back of his head from Cloud finally shut the Soldier up.
"Thank you." Sephiroth muttered and glanced over his shoulder, at the boy. Cloud's eyes went wide as soon as the man turned away. It was the first time the General had said anything to him after Rocket Town.
Just before nightfall they stopped before the ford of the great river that separated the smaller island from the main western continent. From there to Nibelheim it would be a straight, easy road over fields of grass, with mountains to their right and the sea to their left.
"If we don't encounter too many monsters, we should reach Nibelheim tomorrow evening..." Sephiroth calculated as they stopped right on the southern side of the river for the night. Cloud nodded while they watched the sun dive into the horizon, far in the west. Zax had brought the boy some clothes from Cosmo Canyon, a long-sleeved t-shirt, jacket and a pair of old army boots that were too large but warm enough against the cold night air.
The Soldier himself was busy searching through the car's trunk. Sephiroth raised an eyebrow and decided to find out how exactly he had afforded all this luxury. He left the blond to admire the sunset and walked back to the car.
"Zackery." The General said as he stopped just out of the younger man's line of sight. Zax jumped and, as Sephiroth had guessed, hit his head to the inside of the trunk's bonnet.
"Oww! Shit!" The Soldier screamed and backed away before trying to stand up again. Rubbing his head, he looked at the smirking General. "Ha ha haa! Let's make Zax hurt himself!"
"You know you are asking for it." Sephiroth answered, still smirking, and walked to look inside the trunk. There was a canister of gasoline for the car, a small tent and two sleeping bags, two fishing rods and a box for all the lures and hooks. Or that's what he thought they were called, he had never in his life even held a fishing rod. Zax pulled one of them out and winked.
"How about fish tonight? I got us some fruits and bread, but you can't beat a good, fresh fish, cooked over a campfire." The dark-haired man suggested with a big grin that said that he was going to go fishing no matter what anyone else said. Sephiroth just shrugged.
"Fine. How did you afford all this?" He slid a gloved finger over the smooth, bright red side of the car, recognizing the model as very expensive and quite new.
"Umm." Zax's grin turned sheepish and he scratched his neck. "Well I kinda didn't. Seriously, Seph, you didn't believe for a second that I carry enough cash to buy a CAR? No way. I... loaned it. Kind of. 'cept that the owner doesn't know I took it. But I left a note. For the rest, I paid."
"What does the note say? 'Ha ha haa'?"
"Ha! Well no, it says Thank you for your car, if it's not returned to you in a week or two, you can send a bill to the Soldier Academy. Have a nice day!"
"...you stole someone's car and wrote a note saying Have a Nice day?" Sephiroth checked, amused. Zax shrugged and smiled, pulled out the other rod and offered it to his General.
"Yeah, sure! And I figured we'd be heading back the same way, so we can leave it there, no harm done! You wanna come and fish with me?"
"I'll see if I can find a place for the fire somewhere out of sight. Take the kid along, he could use some cheering up." Sephiroth said and turned towards the hills, leaving Zax staring after him.
The Soldier stared at the dark figure and glanced inside the car from the corner of his eyes. Jenova's head was still sitting, figuratively speaking, on the front seat. Zax didn't know if it was a coincidence or if the head had turned by itself, but it was staring straight at him, sending shivers up and down his spine. He swore that it was radiating hate towards him. After a moment he managed to shrug it off and turn away. At least Sephiroth wasn't carrying it around all of the time.
"Hey Cloudy, come on! Fishing time!"
Sephiroth was glad to be alone and in the relative quiet of the nature for a while. He had managed not to dwell on his problems during the day, mostly thanks to the loud music and Cloud being sick in the backseat, but they had been lurking around the corners of his mind, waiting for the split second he'd let his mind relax completely. At that moment they'd attack, demand that he'd not ignore them. That he wouldn't ignore her.
Just thinking about her made him feel the strength of the hold she had on him, and how she made her way deeper and deeper into him, just by being near him. And it... felt good. She gave him the feeling that she really cared for him, and would be there for him whenever he needed her. She'd never let him down... she was more than just his mother, she was the last of his kind, the only one he could trust, the only one who knew what he'd suffered and what he'd still have to suffer...
Sephiroth shook his head sharply to clear it. "No... I'm sorry, but you won't get me that easily..." he muttered and turned back to finding a place where they wouldn't be seen from the ford but they could see it. There hadn't been any sign of pursuit all day, and from what Zax had heard in Cosmo Canyon, or more like hadn't heard, the Turks weren't searching for them this far south. Yet. The only thing the people in town had known was that Nibelheim had burned down and that Shin-Ra's men were somehow responsible. But the news would travel fast, and the General wanted to stay out of people's eyes, didn't dare to believe that they were safe. He was easily recognized just about anywhere, and there were always people who could put two and two together.
He hoped that he had made the right decision by returning to Nibelheim. Saving Vincent from Hojo seemed like a good enough reason to return, but he also wanted to have a closer look at the professor's books, and the computer files Cloud had told him about. Sephiroth felt a bit annoyed at himself when he realized how selfish his reasons were. He wanted to see Vincent again, not necessarily because the man was his father but because he could tell him about the past. He hadn't really trusted the ex-Turk the last time they'd met, not until the man had helped him and the others escape. But the next thing Valentine had done disturbed him far more than the mistrust. He had turned into a demon of sorts. He wasn't human either. Neither was Jenova, and it would be an insult towards all mankind to call Hojo human. That only left Lucretia, and he didn't know anything about her. What she had been. How much of a monster he really was. So far, she was the only human bit in his genotype. If she'd turn to be just like the rest, what would that make him? How human could she be if she had been ready to sacrifice her unborn child to science, knowing that he'd be left in Hojo's hands?
With such dark thoughts Sephiroth walked deeper into the small forest, turning back every now and then to check on the car and his friends. What would they think of him, of such a monster?
"Here, hold it like... this! That's it! Now let the line go slack a bit... there you go..."
"What... what do I do now?"
"Now? We wait."
Zax sat back, the rod held lazily in his hands while Cloud sat up straight, holding his awkwardly. The Soldier looked at the boy with a raised eyebrow, something he'd picked up from Sephiroth and learned by sitting in front of the mirror for a few hours. "Damn, kid, I thought you were kidding when you said you haven't fished before."
Cloud snorted but smiled a bit, even though it was a sad smile. "Mom told me that dad did take me fishing a couple of times, but that was a long time ago and I can't remember it at all. After he... died... I just stayed with mom, mostly, until I learned to fight and started to look for monsters."
"Sorry... I used to go fishing a lot, there was a river close to Gongaga, well, still is, but the reactor's been polluting the water for a long time now. Sometimes we just fished to put the fishes out of their misery."
"How can you work for Shin-Ra when you know all the bad things that they do? I mean, I wanted to be a Soldier as well, but I don't know anymore... I don't think I could work for anyone who hurts people like they do, and the Planet as well. Why can't they see what they're doing? Don't they care?"
Zax sighed and shook his head, a sad smile on his lips. Lately he had been wondering the very same things himself, well, when he hadn't been running from bullets or exploding reactors. "When I got into Soldier, it was pretty much just... a job. I always knew how to fight. Then it was for Seph. Now... I honestly don't know. Maybe I've seen too much in the last few days to continue working for them anymore. I mean, I'm still young, I can get another job no problem.
"As for why they hurt people... Cid figured that it's because we're nothing but numbers to them. We either make gil for them or make them lose it. It's made them blind. All they can see is gil. In people, in Mako, in everything. It's either profitable, or then it's nothing to them."
Cloud stared thoughtfully at the water streaming past them and sighed. "Isn't there anything we can do?"
"Well, maybe if there's enough of us who see what's going on, maybe we could make them see as well. Whether they believe it or not... that's another thing. But don't worry about it now, we're fishing! We talk politics like this, the fishes are gonna fall asleep and swim right past the hooks!"
Cloud laughed quietly and relaxed as well. His back was still hurting a bit, but not too much as he leaned against a rock that was still warm from the sun's rays. "What are you supposed to talk about, then? While fishing? What do the fishes want to hear?"
Zax pulled a thoughtful expression on his face, even rubbed his chin. "Well, we used to talk about whatever came to our minds. That'll relax the fishes, see, and make them believe it's safe to just... hang around, no pun intended. Get them hooked on our conversation." The Soldier winked, grinning widely. "So, we could just chat. Like buddies."
Cloud turned his eyes to the water and shrugged. "...I wouldn't know about that... I've never had buddies..." the boy said quietly. Zax went serious and scooted a bit closer.
"Well, you have now. You got me and Sephy. He can be a bit cold at times, but that's just the way he is, nothing personal. You can always count on us." The Soldier said and smiled gently when Cloud looked up, surprised and unsure whether he could believe the words. But Zax's smile was so honest that he figured he could. Especially when the man leaned closer and grabbed the back of his head, pulling their foreheads together. "Friends, Cloudy. Friends." Zax released him and smiled one more time before turning his eyes to the water, where baffled Cloud's string was being pulled. "And that's how you catch fish!"
By the time the brave fishermen returned, Sephiroth had found a small, secluded valley, or more like just a hole in the ground, surrounded from three sides with boulders, and got the fire going. They cooked the two fishes they'd managed to catch, and Zax and Sephiroth ate them with a good appetite. Cloud just drank some water, claiming that he was still feeling sick from Zax's speeding across the hills and fields of grass.
Darkness had fallen when they were eating, and all three decided that it would be for the best to get as much sleep as possible. Sephiroth chose to sleep in the car, letting the two spike-heads poke each other's eyes out in the tent. He'd shared a bed with Zax a few times, and even though his own hair was longer, the Soldier's mane had tickled him all night and found its way to his face and mouth. And if this was their last night before arriving to Nibelheim, he wanted to have a good night's sleep, not knowing what waited for them in their destination.
It was good to watch the stars and the endless sky, feeling that he was nothing at all compared to them, that his worries and decisions meant nothing to them. It was peaceful, until he started to wonder which planets the Cetra had visited. How many times had they moved to another one, how many centuries, how many millennia had they spent traveling across the skies? What kind of worlds had they arrived upon, and would he ever get to see any of them? If he truly was a descendant of that race, shouldn't he have the privilege of seeing those planets as well? Shouldn't he be allowed to visit them all, see how superior he was compared to the races that dwelled upon them? Shouldn't he rule them all? How would he like to be a god?
"Sssstop it..." the General hissed as he realized what was happening. "Stop putting thoughts into my head." He looked over the backrest to the front seat where Jenova's head sat, smirking at him. Always smirking. He instinctively lifted his hands to cover his ears, but forced them down and focused on the noises the night animals were making.
Cloud lay on his back, staring at the canvas above him, the mouth of the sleeping bag pulled up to his chin. He was tired, and his back still ached from the injuries, but the blond couldn't sleep. He missed his mother and worried over her, still wondering if he should have gone to her, and if she'd just tell him to go away if he did. He wanted to believe Zax's words from last night, wanted to believe that she had just been shocked, but couldn't help doubting it. The pain the thought caused felt worse than the bullets that had ripped through his body. Those kind of wounds could be healed, and even the scars would fade in time, but he couldn't believe that anything could take away the feeling of betrayal and being abandoned.
A small tear escaped from his eye and slid down his cheek. Cloud reached out a hand from the warmth of the bag and wiped it away before it got to his ear. She'd called him a monster for what he'd done. Humans didn't eat other human beings, not even small bites of them. He'd done just that. Twice, yet. He was a monster, and she had left him.
Now he feared that Vincent had done the same. Until last night, he couldn't even close his eyes without feeling something of the man's thoughts or pains. But last night he hadn't felt anything at all. He hadn't even dreamt, his sleep had been pure darkness. It had given his body strength, but only tortured his mind more than the usual, lifelike dreams. At least he had known before that Vincent still lived. Did the darkness mean that the ex-Turk had died? Or that he had felt no pain just then? There was no way the boy could know, he couldn't reach the man, didn't know how he could even try such a thing. Maybe they'd arrive to Nibelheim too late.
Cloud didn't realize he had been sobbing until he felt Zax move closer, and a hand stroked his hair gently.
"Cloudy? What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?" the sleepy Soldier asked quietly, his voice calm and soothing. Cloud shook his head and quickly swallowed the rest of his tears before they got out of his eyes.
"N-no... sorry, I didn't mean to wake you..."
"It's ok..." Zax muttered and rose, leaning on his elbow, watching the boy. "You can tell me what's wrong, you know... I told you that we're friends..."
Cloud closed his eyes and rubbed them quickly. He was feeling too miserable to be turned around by Zax's words this time. "How can you say that? You've only known me a couple of days, in which you've seen me kill two people and... how can you be friends with a monster like me?"
Zax blinked a few times and sighed, a small smile playing on his lips as he twirled a lock of blonde hair around his finger. "You don't need to know a person for years before you can call him a friend, you know... and you're NOT a monster, not any more than Seph is. Him I HAVE known for years, and can guarantee that he really is human. And besides..." the Soldier smirked a little and shrugged, leaning closer to the boy. "I've had the biggest crush on you ever since the first time I saw you, back at the mansion."
Blue eyes popped wide open and Cloud almost forgot to breathe as he looked up to the warm violet eyes, so close to his. Zax pulled away a little as the boy blushed. "You w... what? You... huh?"
The Soldier laughed quietly and shook his head, the longer spikes flying by just above Cloud's face. "Damn it but you're just too cute, Cloudy..." he muttered and touched the tip of the boy's nose with his finger. The blond blushed some more, opening and closing his mouth, unable to make any noise. Zax yawned and scratched his neck. "Sorry, kid, didn't mean to mess with your brain like that... just wanted to let you know... I don't fall like this for just about anyone, 'specially not monsters. You don't have to say anything back or even feel anything for me. It's ok. But just know that you're human, and that someone cares a hell of a lot for you. Now try to get some sleep, we have a long day ahead of us. Wake me if you have a nightmare, 'k?" He landed a small peck on Cloud's forehead, just above the wide eyes, and curled back into his own sleeping bag.
Cloud stared up, his mouth still hanging open as his brain processed the information. He'd been so young when Hojo had captured him, too young to think too much about the matters of the heart, so his mind just came up with a blank, not giving him any kind of answers about what he should do now or how he should react. So he decided to forget his fears, just for a second, and let his heart decide.
"...Zax?"
"Yeah?" The Soldier turned back to the boy, half asleep but curious.
Cloud bit his lip and, before losing his courage, leaned over and kissed the dark-haired man on the cheek. "Thanks. I think... I like you too." Then he zipped his sleeping bag up all the way and hid inside, leaving only blond spikes visible. Zax stared at him for a moment, surprised, but soon a wide smile spread on his face. The Soldier ruffled the spikes gently, wished the boy a good night and decided to finally get some sleep.
He hadn't meant to eavesdrop, wouldn't have wanted to, but thanks to Hojo, his hearing was better than perfect. He'd heard every word. And even though he had half seen it coming, it hurt. He hadn't realized he'd feel like this, after all, Zackery was his best friend. He should be happy for the Soldier. Not... jealous, angry, feeling like he'd just been stabbed in the back.
(/They will all betray you, leave you or turn against you. They'll find someone else, someone HUMAN, and forget about you./)
'Or maybe someone even less human than me... as long as it isn't me...' Sephiroth growled at the thought, at himself, at everything and rubbed his eyes hard. This was stupid. He was not thinking this, he'd never thought about this before, and he certainly wasn't crying. He'd never given Zackery any reason to think he'd feel that way about him. He had never even thought about it. And now that he did think about it, he still wasn't sure what he actually felt. Was he just jealous or did he really... no, he couldn't love the man, he had never loved anyone, no one had ever loved him. But why then did those words make him feel so bad inside? Why, when he'd himself just about pushed Zackery and Cloud together, told the Soldier to take care of the boy, not said anything when they'd shared the bed last night, and said himself that he'd rather sleep alone tonight, in the car.
But it still hurt, and made him feel alone. Now the stars above didn't comfort him at all, they just made him feel all the more alone and miserable. So cold and distant... seeming close but still so out of reach. He'd always kept himself like that, never letting anyone near enough to hurt him. Not even Zackery. They were close friends, but there was still so much the Soldier didn't know, and couldn't possibly understand. But maybe... maybe he'd been wrong. Maybe he should have let the younger man closer, even though it would have scared him to do so, to be so open and vulnerable.
Sephiroth wasn't crying, but the light of the stars still shimmered on the tears rolling down his cheeks.
Miles away in the north, in the darkness of a basement, Vincent felt his grip on sanity slipping as he stared at what once was the young professor Malaka. Between him and the tank, Hojo laughed and clapped his hands, thrilled at how fast the Jenova-cells had taken effect. The ex-Turk closed his eyes and felt them burn with tears. His dream had been so beautiful and peaceful, having to live in a reality like this was almost too much to bear... knowing what he'd done, and what he'd have to do, to just try to purify some of his soul, to be worthy of her love once again.
A.N: I trusted that anyone who's old enough to know about s-e-x can imagine for themselves what happened between Vincent and Lucretia... so far I've only managed to write one readable love-scene, and even that stops before the action starts.
The song that Zacky-boy is singing is of course Rammstein's Sonne, translated into English. Those Germans and their witty lyrics... The video rocks, there just isn't anything quite like Snow White spanking dwarves...
The next chapter is nearly finished, but it will take a few weeks before I'll get to post it, because of the aforementioned school trip. I could be a real meanie and say that I won't post it before I get 50 or so reviews. Naw. Just a warning, though, it's really gonna hit the fan next time... Please leave a review!