Hey peeps, so sorry for the wait. enjoy

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Slowly he walked down the empty corridor. His body yearned for more rest, for him to stay in bed longer but the sudden disappearance of Yuffie had him concerned.

She would never of left him here alone. Not while there was that unsavoury job to finish. Killing the young children he had fought with…mind you when he first encountered them. He tried the exact same thing.

They had proved just how worthy they were by bringing him to his knees in the form of Chaos. Being trapped in a cursed lamp was not really much of a fun idea but you do strange things when your under the influence of mind altering chemicals…

Within minutes he found himself standing outside of the infirmary. Should he speak with the young leader? Try to explain as to what will happen? Give them some form of a fighting chance?

"This was much simpler when we were all human. When we all had a soul…" Vincent Valentine whispered into the darkness.

Silently he slipped into the medical room, spotting his target in the dark. The child was sleeping peacefully on the bed. Squall's chest rose steadily with each breath he took and he looked almost angelic.

Quietly, he removed the Death Penalty from it's holster. Tonight it would claim yet another fighter. Growing ever stronger with each soul it took with it's silver bullets.

A mournful smile played on the face of Vincent, "Child…how different your life would be if we had failed all those years ago."

"Who are you?" Squall's soft but fully awake voice startled him, he should have been sleeping.

Vincent seemed to of lost his voice for a second. His throat became dry but the feeling quickly passed. Why on earth would a child scare him into silence?

"My name is Vincent," the AVALANCHE member stated, "And I have been ordered to kill you."

"Kill me?" Squall turned on the bedside lamp, his grey eyes never once leaving the former Turks.

Vincent nodded, "Yes."

If you were any kind of killer, I think I would be dead by now, Squall caught sight of the stranger's metal arm and the redness of the man's eyes.

Something familiar screamed at him. Something he should be seeing but not.

"You…I feel like I know you," Squall frowned, "Like we've encountered each other before."

The teen watched as the older man nodded slowly, "In a way we have and in a way we have never truly until now."

Squall sighed heavily, "Look, I was never one for cryptic clues or sayings."

Vincent laughed softly, "Stop lying. I know you better than you know yourself."

"You know, for someone who is trying to kill me. You aren't really trying that hard," Squall kept his breathing even, not once showing the man in front of him any kind of emotion apart from one of annoyance.

"Life is a funny thing," Vincent said as he lifted the mean looking gun to Squall's face, "I mean, my friends and I are considered to be…well, no…no one knows of us. We don't exist in your cosy little world, yet here we are."

The SeeD leader's heart quickened, he was defenceless in the medical room. His grey eyes locked onto the glowing red orbs of his would be killer.

Show no fear. Seed rule…what? Number 8? Seed rule one not to piss in your pants when a gun is pointed in your face? Squall swallowed.

"So who are you?" the young SeeD managed, the gun was really quite cool looking and if he got out of this with his life, he'd speak with Irvine about it.

The dark haired pale man smiled. His eyes softened as he looked at the teen.

"A saviour perhaps," he re-holstered the weapon, "Or perhaps the Angel of Death."

Both eyes darted over to the door as it creaked open. Vincent took the distraction to make his escape. He turned only to find that the way out was the way in.

Nice one Valentine, he rolled his eyes. Chaos had awoken, Tell me, what do you do for an encore?

I don't know…Vincent took a deep breath, waiting for the scream, A perfect scene from Loveless?

Deling City

He gave out a frustrated grunt. The car was not as reliable as the retail guy had suggested, the engine clapping out a few miles from Deling.

It meant he had to walk to the train station and then a long five hour train trip to Timber in order to get to Easthar.

"Who ever said being a parent wasn't easy should get a damn medal for understatement," he grumbled sourly.

He stared at the stationary vehicle for a long moment, hoping that it would start under his will but, it seemed that just because temporal mechanics bent under it, normal mechanics didn't.

"Stupid piece of damn shit," he cursed.

"Hey mister, need a hand?" a young male voice startled him.

The blonde traveller gazed at the teen in front of him, "Didn't ya ma ever teach ya manners?"

"Manners? Yeah but," the teen laughed, "Didn't yours teach you how to talk proper?"

"My mother died in childbirth," the older blonde shared, "So what does a punk barely out of training pants know about car engines?"

"Knows the car is busted. You must of gave Jim some lip if he gave you a banged up motor," the teen smiled as he inspected the car.

The older blonde give him a one sided smile as he recalled the event. He had given the man some lip…telling him that half of his stock should be thrown on the scrap heap. He gazed for a long minute at the teen, something familiar laughed in his face.

"…Your Zell right?"

The tattooed teen grinned, "Yup. How'dya know that?"

"I know your mum. The names Cid," he introduced, "Everyone calls me captain though."

Zell rubbed his hand on his long shorts and offered it to the man, "Hey."

Cid gingerly took it, "Right pleased ta meet ya."

Zell huh? At least I have one kid safe……now for the other five, the once almighty pilot thought, how hard can that be?

Zell had taken back his interest in the car and was now poking around the engine, trying to find the faulty piece. Cid watched the young man with intent, trying to figure out why in the planet this kid was picked out to die a gruesome death at the hands of his friends.

So what if he had saved the planet, it wasn't a crime last time he checked. The teens had simply did what they thought was right, granted he didn't have nearly enough knowledge as his friends did. No luxury of seeing into the past, present and future.

"…faulty pressure valve," Zell waved something in front of Cid's blue eyes, startling him for a second.

"What?" Cid took the small piece of metal and stared at it. He hated this modern day junk. Give him a classic Shin-Ra GX85 sports car to restore and you'd have it within a week.

"He gave you old Betty's car, she's just about able to drive to the beach and back. She's got a faulty pressure valve," Zell said proudly.

"Fuck…" Cid breathed out heavily, "Just what I need."

"It could be worse," Zell stated as he looked back at the car, "You could of found that the brakes didn't work for squat when a train was coming."

One look from Cid told Zell everything he needed to know about the man. He was having a pretty bad day anyway you carved it.

"Trust me, I got some worse shit than that to deal with. Just how far is it to the train station from here anyhow?" Cid shaded his eyes and looked into the distance.

"Why don't you wait with me until Garden shows up?"

Yuffie……Cid thought with a distinct bitterness.

"Why not," he forced a pleasant smile on his features.

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