Dire Fascinations Chapter 3: Reggie's Part Two, a final fantasy vii fanfic

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

Summary: Cloud loves Vincent, but he has never been able to tell the black-haired man how he really feels. How far will he go to be with him? Cloud/Vincent. Please review!

A/N: Another story that came to my mind. I'm just putting this out here so I can go edit my other stories. Please make me a happy authoress and review. Constructive criticism is always welcome, but not too harsh please.

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Dire Fascinations:

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Chapter Three: Reggie's Part Two:

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Cloud hurriedly rushed to the bar, trying to brush past familiar eyes unnoticed. He successfully sat at the stool at the bar and never turned around to see if the two were behind him. He sat there silently, waiting for the bartender to come to him.

He looked to his right and saw a brown-colored drink sitting unattended beside him. He wondered if it was Vincent's or someone else's. He sure as hell was not going to drink it though.

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Vincent snatched his arm away from the pouting girl before him. She stomped her foot down angrily as she poked her lip out at him. Her eyes narrowed to slits as she glared furiously at him. He was indifferent about the whole situation.

"Fine! Go get drunk! I don't care! But I'm not taking you home either!", she fumed as she stomped away.

A few onlookers stared at him strangely but he didn't care about that either. He turned around and made his way back to the bar. Once he was there, he saw a blonde who looked familiar sitting beside his drink.

When he was within reach of the spiky-haired blonde, he tapped the back of his dark blue attire, earning a small yelp from the blonde. He arched a dark eyebrow as the blonde turned around, only to find that it was someone very familiar.

"Vincent! Oh, Hyne, don't scare me like that!", the blonde said as he clutched the area where his heart was.

"Cloud", he began softly. "What are you doing here?".

"I…kinda got dragged here by Reno and Rude", the blonde answered as he scratched the back of his mess of golden hair nervously.

"Hm…", the black-haired man muttered as he took a seat beside him.

"Is that your drink?", the blonde asked, pointing at the drink sitting before the older man.

The red-eyed man nodded and he said, "Oh…"

"Where is Reno and Rude anyway?", the raven-haired man asked.

"Somewhere…", the blonde answered. "What are you doing here?".

The gunman took a sip of his drink and said, "I'm baby-sitting, Yuffie".

The blonde gave a small smile. It felt like an eternity since he has last put a smile on his face. He stared at the older man for awhile longer, wondering if he was going to say anything else. The ex-Turk looked at him with a confused look, wondering why he was staring at him.

"Oh…", the blonde gasped as he turned to look somewhere else.

Silence emerged between the two and the blonde tapped his finger impatiently. He tried so desperately to not look at the beautiful man beside him. He had already made himself look like a fool and he tried not to do it a third time.

"So…where is Yuffie?", he asked as he stared at the surface of the table.

"Somewhere…", the black-haired man said, cracking a small unnoticeable smile, as he sipped his drink again.

"Oh…" the blonde said as he glanced at the older man.

By this time, the bartender was standing in front of him. He ordered his drink and tapped his fingers on the table nervously. The older man briefly glanced over at him with a look of confusion.

"Why do you do that?" he asked.

"Here's your drink, sir", the bartender said as he handed the blonde his drink.

The blonde took it and said, "I don't know…"

The silence ensued once more and the blonde hastily wolfed down his drink. He finished his first drink before the black-haired man could even get half-way done with his own drink. He asked for another and soon the bartender just gave him a whole pitcher of liquor.

The liquor was obviously going straight to his head instead of going throughout his body because he was hiccupping like crazy and his cheeks were growing a rosy pink color. He had a sly smile on his face.

The older man looked at him strangely but he never looked at him as he drunk most of the contents of the pitcher away. He slammed the pitcher down and slapped a hand over his forehead. He exhaled sharply and curled his lips upward in a smile.

"I gotta to piss now. Could you wait a sec, Vince?" the blonde said as he slapped his hand on the gunman's shoulder.

The raven-haired man looked at him warily as the blonde brushed past him and wobbled into the thick crowd of people. The blonde ran his fingers threw his blonde spikes as he rushed to the nearest bathroom. His vision was blurry and he obviously didn't see the extremely tall and overly muscular stranger as he bumped into him.

"Hey, watch it!" the bald headed, but overly hairy around his arms, cried as he gripped the blonde's collar.

The sound of a bullet went off and everyone nearby ducked. Some people screamed. The blonde stared wide-eyed as he looked at the bullet hole in the wall nearby. He looked at the bald-headed man who attacked him. He was curled up in a ball and sucking his thumb. The sight would've been amusing had he not almost got shot.

He looked over his shoulder, seeing past the large group of people who was rushing out of the club, and saw Vincent, standing at the top of the steps and staring at him closely. He had his beautiful silver gun, Cerberus, in his hands and from the angle he was in, he could've sworn it was loaded. The gunman had his finger over the trigger.

"Hey, man. That's not cool!" the bald-head man said as he got up and started to walk away.

The blonde was too dumbfounded to move his own body. He had a tiny wet spot in his pants from when his urine accidentally slipped from his member after being scared to death. He groaned as a wave of pressure was applied to the lower region of his stomach. He immediately rushed into the nearby bathroom.

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Reno, who witnessed most of the shooting, was shocked that no one came to get the shooter after everyone stopped leaving. He felt a wave of fear and uncertainties go through him as he watched the black-haired gunman walk back to the bar as if nothing had happened.

He was really wondering if he should even stay in a place as dangerous as this one. If that had not been someone he knew doing the shooting, he would had left both the blonde and Rude without a second thought.

His thoughts dwindled away as he caught sight of his blonde friend rushing into the bathroom. A smirk crept onto his face as he took his leg off the stool he had rested it on. He sat alone at another bar on the southern side of the club. He got tired of drinking his beer and got up. His green eyes were glued onto the bathroom door that the blonde had gone it.

An idea popped into his mischievous mind. Not knowing how long the blonde be in there, he ran to the nearest exit and asked one of the guards for a favor.

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Cloud hurriedly did his business. Once he was done, he realized that he didn't want to do face Vincent while he's tipsy like this. It was be too embarrassing. Deciding he was going to stay for a few minutes, he found an empty stall that was clean enough for him to sit on the top seat.

As he sat there, he pondered on why Vincent even protected the way he did. Why was he even following him in the first place? Was he worried about him? No, it could not be true…

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Yuffie, bored, scanned the population that was left. She didn't even hear the other people screaming because of the booming music of the club. All she saw was a medium-sized group of people abruptly leaving the club. She never questioned why afterwards.

She felt someone bump into her and instantly snapped her head around to yell at that person. Once she saw the familiar black suit, she caught her own tongue. She stared at the bald-headed man who stared at her strangely as she pointed her finger at him.

"Wait a sec. You're Rude, aren't you?" she asked and he nodded. "Wanna dance?"

"Sure…" the Turk answered.

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Reno returned into the club free, with the help of the guard, with a few items that he would use in his plan. He looked for the bathroom Cloud went into and entered it. He checked around there to see if the blonde was still in there. He saw the blonde's black boots from under the bathroom stall and smirked.

He walked over to the stall on the tips of his toes. Once he was there, he tapped the door with his knuckles. He heard the blonde gasped and smacked a hand over his mouth to control his laughter. He cleared his throat, adjusting his vocals so he could create a different voice.

"I have a glass from Reno that he wants you to consume", the red head said as he pulled a small bottle.

"Right…" the blonde muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose to fight the upcoming wave of pain from entering his skull.

"He says it's very exquisite and will take your mind off Vincent", the red head said before he bit back his laughter.

"Fine…let me have it…" the blonde replied weakly.

"Good…" the red head smiled, glad that the blonde didn't recognize him.

He unscrewed the top and pulled a small blue pill from his pocket. He let out a small, soft chuckle as he dropped the tiny pill in the bottle and watched it fall to the bottom slowly. It made the liquor inside sizzle and he put the top back on. He slipped the bottle underneath the bathroom stall, covering his arm and hand by his jacket sleeve, and the blonde unconsciously grabbed it from him.

"Reno also said that he knows you had a little accident and that you might need new clothes. I'll place them right on the sink", the red head said as he placed the bag of clothes on the sink before he left.

The blonde immediately opened the bathroom stall door but saw no one as he looked around the empty bathroom. He felt that it was kind of awkward that he was the only one in the boy's bathroom when there were tons of people outside as well. He shrugged the rest of his thoughts away as he walked over to the black plastic grocery bag in the corner of the series of sinks. He arched a golden eyebrow as he untied the knot there and pulled out a single article of clothing, a dress.

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Vincent sat at the bar once more, bored out of mind. After tasting every drink that contained alcohol, he realized why people constantly got drunk. His senses were heavily impaired but he still remained sane. His inner demon, Chaos, made sure of that. It would've been amusing to find out that the greedy demon was getting drunk of all the alcohol he was consuming.

Trailing his thoughts back to the blonde as he waited for his next drink, he wondered why he even snapped the way he did. Sure, Cloud was his friend and he wasn't going to let anyone hurt him but the rush of emotions he felt while he pulled out that gun had him dumbfounded.

Hm…maybe it's all in my head…

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A/N: I had to do that. I'm sorry. I thought it would be funny to put a cliff-hanger here. Do you guys think that Cloud will put on the dress or just walk out with his piss-stained clothes? Anyway, please review.