Inept Desires Chapter 3: Reality, a final fantasy vii fanfic

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Final Fantasy VII characters.

Summary: Yazoo is still breathing after the explosion on top of the Shinra headquarters. The AVALANCHE decides to take him in and Cloud ends up getting stuck taking care of him. Yazoo is having some mind problems. Who could be causing them?

A/N: Thank you so much to the people who took the time out of their busy schedule to review my story.

I would also like to say that there will be a LEMON in this chapter with an unexpected pairing.

SORRY FOR ANY GRAMMAR ERRORS OR ANY OCCNESS IN THIS!

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Inept Desires:

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Chapter Three: Reality:

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He couldn't believe this. The red mark on his chest had him blinking constantly to see if it was actually there. He ran a hand through his long silver hair as he stared wide-eyed at himself in the mirror.

"Close the door, Yazoo. Who knows who might come back and see you?"

The gunman gulped.

That voice…

"That voice…is over here".

He felt something grab his chin. Before he could do anything, the thing that grabbed his chin twisted his naked body around and pulled him forward. All he saw were piercing bright emerald eyes that he immediately got lost in as the owner of those eyes crushed his perked lips against his.

He groaned and lightly placed his hands on his aggressor's firm chest. He didn't want to push him away. The kiss was too mind-blowing to even think so how was he going to push him away?

By the feel of warm skin, he could tell that his kisser had no shirt on, and by the feel of leather on his lower body, he could tell that he was wearing his usually tight leather pants.

The kisser abruptly pulled away and stared at the breathless gunman with a grin. Unlike their other encounters, the silver-haired angel looked more real than before and he suddenly felt uncomfortable about that.

"Miss me?" he asked as he wrapped a firm arm around his waist, pulling them close again.

"This…this mark…it's…real", the gunman stuttered breathily.

"Of course…what else would you expect after I sucked on that area?" the older male asked as he walked them backwards.

"I thought…" the gunman began.

"That this was imaginary? Oh, it's far beyond that now. We were one in mind but now it's both mind and body. Haven't gotten around to the soul just yet", the general smirked as he sat the confused gunman on his bottom on the counter behind them.

"Soul?" the younger silver-haired man choked and the older one nodded.

"Don't you want to get back at Cloud for saying those mean things to you?" the dark angel asked.

"I told Cloud I wanted peace, Sephiroth", the gunman muttered.

The dark angel frowned and pressed his hand against the gunman's mouth, "Don't repeat my name here. Didn't I tell you that we don't know who might barge in here?"

The gunman said nothing as the swordsman slammed the bathroom door shut. Slowly, the older male turned around to face him, seeing the younger and frail man stared sadly at the floor.

"I told Cloud I wanted peace", the gunman repeated. "I don't…want him. I'm not…attracted to him".

"Feh…of course, you want that sniveling loner…Vincent Valentine, am I correct?", the dark angel hissed as he began to pace back and forth in front of the uncomfortable male.

"Let me take my shower…" the gunman replied.

"Hm…" the silver-haired man frowned as he turned his back on the gunman.

The younger male looked down at the red mark on his chest before he went to look back at the dark angel. As he did, he saw nothing. Not even a trace that said that the swordsman was even there. He let out a long sigh.

What have I done now…?

He started to run his shower water. Once he was ready, he hopped in, letting the scolding hot water burn his body. He loved how it ran down his hair, cleaning it and washing it. He constantly ran a hand over two through the long silver rivulets of hair.

From the way he was standing, his hips slightly leaned to the side a little, making it seem like he was purposely sticking his hip out. His body was mostly unblemished besides the annoying red mark right upon his nipple.

His soothing shower was disturbed by a loud ringing sound. It made him jump and he clutched his heart to stop it from bursting out of his chest. The sudden noise scared him and he carefully stepped out of the shower, hearing it ring again.

"Pick it up, Yazoo…"

"Sephiroth…" the gunman muttered then groaned after feeling something kick him on the side of his head.

"Stop saying me name, puppet. Grab the phone. It's for you anyway".

"How do you know?" the gunman asked.

He received no answered. He sighed and wrapped a towel around his waist. He rushed out of the bathroom and searched the room with his eyes for the source of the ringing. His bright emerald eyes stopped on the phone that was vibrating off the hook.

He rushed over to it and picked it hesitantly. He pressed the top part against his ear and heard someone talking to someone else on the phone. The voice sounded so familiar and it took him a minute to put his finger on it.

"Hello?" he called.

"This is Yazoo?" the voice asked.

"This is he", the gunman answered. "May I ask who is calling?"

"Ha, ha, Vince! You gotta watch him! Hey, if he starts to sprout wings shoot them off, okay? I want one as a souvenir", a female cried over the phone.

"Hello?" the gunman called.

"Unexpected circumstances happened with Cloud and he has to baby-sit. He refuses to place the kids anywhere near you and the girl won't let him go. He told me to watch you and Yuffie's coming", the sound of Vincent's voice stopped his heart.

"Vincent?" the gunman asked.

"Yes…" the black-haired man said in a tone that if re-said by another person, the person would've said "No shit, Sherlock".

"What time are you coming?" the silver-haired male asked.

"We will be there around six or seven", the ex-Turk growled, obviously referring to the whining girl by the phone.

"Vince, I told you I'm not going", the girl complained.

"You said that you were. Are you scared of him?" the older gunman teased the girl.

"No!" the girl cried.

"Um…do you guys mind? I have to take a shower", the silver-haired man butted in.

"Hm…" the raven-haired man muttered. "Be ready".

"Okay…" the gunman replied.

He hung up the phone and returned to the bathroom. He discarded the towel and went back into his boiling hot shower. His porcelain skin now glow a light red color from the heat.

Even though he tried not to, his mind wandered back to the red-eyed man he just got off the phone with. Was he really coming to Cloud's house to baby-sit him? If so, why out of all times? He knew that the blonde was out with the children he tried to kidnap before but there was just something about the older gunman watching him that made him nervous.

He didn't have anything to wear. So was he going to just wear this towel? He was rude so he wasn't going to steal any of the blonde's clothes without his permission. He just never was the kind of person to steal.

The fact that the hyper-active ninja was coming with him soothed him a little. He wondered if the ex-Turk would be able to tolerate him or would he be just like Cloud, excessively cruel to him.

He hurriedly threw everything that smelled good on, making sure he was going to smell fresh when he got out. Once he was done, a few hours later (the time was in the late 4'o'clock hour), he wrapped the towel around his naked body and checked the mirror.

His long silver hair was drenched with the water that poured on it and his face was red with the heat of the water. He had bags under his eyes but his very real dreams could explain why the bags were there.

As he stood there, staring at himself in the mirror, he realized that the reality of Vincent come over was unbearable to him. He didn't know what to do. He had no clothes and he had a red mark on his chest. How would he explain that?

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A/N: This was way too short. I'm so sorry. I just wanted to throw this out here while I had the chance. The next chapter will be much longer. Trust me. Please review and make me a happy authoress.