A/N: Ya know, I hadn't really expected someone to actually want me to continue this fic… I am sooooo confused…
Thanks, reviewers:
aseret kitsune: I knew that you'd appear again! I just didn't know where... Thanks!
noone: (takes the offered Vincent) Yay! I'll continue, I swear! And it'll come clearer eventually... This was only meant to be a one-shot but... (shrugs, hugging Vincent)
whatevergirl: Yup, it'll go on! Thanks that you think that I did well on Vincent's emotions... It took only a couple minutes so I thought that it was rather bad... Thanks!
Disclaimer: I once again don't Final Fantasy VII. There wouldn't be a Tifa if I did. We're back with the fact that I don't own Ra or their song 'Swimming Upstream.' But I love them.
Sephiroth strode into their room purposefully. He was planning on surprising Vincent tonight. What he found made him stare.
There was no Vincent.
Sephiroth growled deeply in his throat. Fuck the surprise. Vincent needed to be punished again. Sephiroth turned and walked downstairs, where Cloud lounged on the couch, cuddling with Aerith. The sight nearly made him sick to his stomach.
"Hey, Seph. What's up?" Cloud looked up.
"Have either of you seen Vincent?" Sephiroth somehow managed to ignore the 'Seph' thing. They had all taken to the annoying nickname. And since he couldn't massacre them all…
"No. I haven't seen him outside of that room in weeks. Is he sick?" Aerith joined the conversation.
"No, he's not sick. But he isn't in there."
"Maybe he just went for a walk. I'm sure he'll be back soon." Cloud assured him. Sephiroth nodded curtly and walked back upstairs. He'd wait until Vincent came back. And the Cetra help him when he did…
Vincent had forgotten what shape his body was in when he had left the house. He was so intent on leaving without being noticed, that he'd forgotten all his injuries. This was one of those rare, rare, RARE times that Hojo did the work on Vincent. His injuries cleared up quickly now.
Of course, now that he was out of the house, a few problems hit him. First, he was still bleeding slightly. Second, he had no gil. Third, he didn't know where to go.
/I'm wounded and hurt/
/And that's my fault/
/But I made my decision with my back to the wall/
Ah, it was nice to recall those lyrics. Man, he really did listen to that song way too much. As Vincent began his trek into the unknown, he wondered how Sephiroth would react to finding him gone. He shuddered as he imagined his vibrant green eyes flashing in fury. But he wasn't just going to turn around and make it easier on Sephiroth to find him. Not now. Not when he'd just began.
And so he kept going.
When Vincent failed to appear the next morning, Sephiroth was still too pissed to be worried. He stood and threw Vincent's CD player against a wall; it had been playing the same song over and over again. Sephiroth didn't know how to turn it off. He could turn it on, not turn it off. The one time Vincent had laughed about it…didn't end well.
"Why can't you turn it off? You turned it on." Vincent looked up tiredly. After nearly an hour abuse, who wouldn't be tired?
"Just because I can turn it on doesn't mean I know how to turn it off."
"You don't know how to turn it off? That's hilarious!" Vincent started to laugh, not seeing the pissed look crossing Sephiroth's face.
"Shut up." Vincent's mouth closed upon hearing Sephiroth's death-like tone.
Vincent reached up to turn it off but Sephiroth's hand closed upon his wrist before he got the chance. Agonizingly slow, Sephiroth rotated Vincent's arm around until it was at the point of breaking behind his back. Vincent whimpered as Sephiroth showed no signs of releasing him.
"Are you ever going to laugh at me again?" Vincent shook his head. "Out loud. Tell me out loud."
"I'll never laugh at you again! I swear!" Vincent's tone was pleading with Sephiroth to let him go.
"Very good." Sephiroth smirked and twisted Vincent's arm more, causing a snap and a cry of pain.
Yeah… Very few things between the two ended well for Vincent. Sephiroth admitted to himself that he loved Vincent. He knew that he'd do anything for the man. It was just… He figured that he hurt Vincent because he knew that he'd never be able to own Vincent totally. There would always be Vincent's friends getting in the way. Taking up his time with Vincent.
Slowly, Sephiroth's anger cooled and he became worried. Vincent never stayed away for this long… And the fact that no one in the house had seen him leave did not bode well in Sephiroth's mind. It meant that Vincent hadn't wanted to be seen and probably did not plan on coming back. Oh, so help Vincent if he found him sleeping under the Shinra mansion again…
A/N: Ack, planning on that story being a one-shot caused this chapter to be thought up in the hours of reading a RikuXSephiroth fanfiction. I hadn't expected anyone to want it to go on. Well, now that it is, I'm making it into a multi-chaptered story! Oh, this is gonna cause headaches…