"Puppy Love"
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Final Fantasy Crisis Core Fan Fiction
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I had my friend help me again on this one. For once in my life, I allowed him to play as Sephiroth. xDD Of course, I'm bound to change a few things he originally wrote, since I often claim to be an excellent Sephiroth role player.
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The sun was close to setting. His nerves were on the high of paranoia, his arm hurting. He would definitely have a bruise on his wrist where Sephiroth had held him at.
Staring down at the ground, Vincent's eyes were distant, the color copper in the fading light that leaked into the inn's room. The glass reflected the scattered light beautifully, forming prisms of colors that danced along his light skin. He couldn't get his mind off of what had happened in the basement. Had Zack not come when he did…
No, he couldn't bear to think about it. It hurt too much, both physically and mentally. He couldn't tell Zack, his fear clouding over him like a child afraid of the dark.
Zack watched Vincent, puzzled by his strange behavior. He had been so quiet all through lunch and then when they returned to the inn, this time with Sephiroth in tow.
Had something happened?
Vincent had said that he wanted to talk to Sephiroth in private...had they possibly gotten into an argument? He couldn't be too sure, and just as he opened his mouth to speak, Sephiroth entered the room looking his usual stoic self.
"Hey, Sephiroth!" Zack called animatedly, happy to find a reason to break the silence. "I'm so glad you decided to come out into the sunlight finally!"
"I was doing research, you know, Zack," Sephiroth replied, his left eyebrow quirking slightly, irritably.
Zack knew the look, but ignored it. "Well, still, you need to take a break every now and then, right? Couldn't kill you, right?"
Zack was amazed at how the sun reflected in the beautiful silver locks of the general, though Sephiroth's attention seemed locked on Vincent for some reason. The look he gave the gunman, very cold and sort of...well, intimidating. Now he knew something had happened.
Vincent visibly flinched under Sephiroth's gaze, even though his back was turned to the two. What was going to do? At a loss, he eventually stood and walked past Sephiroth and out the door. He needed to clear his head. He had forgotten to take his cape with him, completely forgetting that Nibleheim could get very nippy at night.
"Zack...there's something we need to talk about," Sephiroth said quietly, a plan forming in his mind.
Vincent would always have the option of going to Zack, and Zack, as much as Sephiroth despised admitting it, may have actually stood a chance at trying to rectify the situation for Vincent against Sephiroth. However, if he eliminated Zack's ability of interfering, or rather, take away Zack as an ally for the gunman, then he would be able to do as he pleased with Vincent without concern for anyone interrupting. "You see...it's about Vincent. There's something you should know." Now, he just needed to cook up a lie.
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Stopping a little outside of Nibleheim, Vincent's lungs heaved sharply, drawing in breath at a considerable rate. He had ran. What was wrong with him? Sephiroth had filled him with so much fear that he had to actually 'run' from him.
He didn't know what to do. He had no idea how to handle this. This had never happened to him before. The silver haired general was stronger and much more agile than the gunman, and not to mention capable of getting rid of any sort of obstacle in his way easy. He could even get Zack to go on a pointless mission.
He was in trouble. Serious trouble.
Shivering violently, Vincent fell back against the bridge's wall, using it to support all his weight. He slid down the thick poles and hid his face in his hands, propping his head against his knees.
He felt so lost.
"You okay?"
Looking up, he met eyes with the blond known as Cloud. He looked a bit shy, but more curious. Vincent's rose eyes clouded, turning a thick crimson as he looked down and away.
Sensing the other's discomfort, Cloud sat down beside Vincent, holding onto his rifle's strap. They both sat in silence, simply reading each other's feelings by the air they breathed. They were so much alike, yet neither would truly know until the future.
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"He...really said that...?" Zack asked, his stomach clenching tightly.
He couldn't believe it...Vincent didn't seem the type to so bluntly show rude behavior, to openly mock someone like that. However, Sephiroth had no reason to lie to him, especially not about someone bad mouthing Angeal.
"He did," Sephiroth said simply, shrugging, as if it didn't matter in the long run. He felt a twinge of guilt for using his old friend like this, but really, Sephiroth was used to getting what he wanted.
This was simply one of those times.
"He said that you had no right to compare your situations, and that Angeal was nothing compared to the loss of Lucrecia. 'Zack is simply too foolish to understand the difference' I believe his exact words were. 'It's like trying to explain something to a child'."
Zack flinched, but still wasn't too convinced. That didn't sound like Vincent. Vincent was too intelligent to resort to blatant name calling.
Sephiroth noted the disbelief, and so, quickly amended. "Of course, when I attempted to explain what Angeal meant to you, and how you lost him so suddenly, he only seemed to scoff at the situation. 'If the fool allowed himself to be used in such a way then it's his own fault. Lucrecia had nothing to do with what happened to her! She was a victim, and this Angeal was certainly not, not by any means'!"
He paused, to let the words sink in, and was pleased to note that Zack's eyes clouded over slightly. He may not have bought it, but the doubt was there. That was enough at the moment.
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"It's getting cold." Cloud commented.
The silence they had between them wasn't awkward in the least. In fact, it was quite comfortable. Staring at the broken truck lying on the other side of the bridge, Vincent shifted slightly.
"I suppose. Does the cold bother you?" Vincent asked, keeping up the pleasant conversation. At least it was getting his mind off of what had happened just so recently.
"No. I'm used to these backwater towns. I grew up here, after all." Cloud replied. It was very easy to see they were enjoying each other's company. "Where are you from, anyway?"
Vincent didn't respond, only said, "I'm not really used to the cold."
"You should go back inside, then." Cloud stood, regretting to leave Vincent for his duties. "I have to finish patrolling."
Vincent stood along with Cloud and watched the blond leave with a little wave. He headed back to the inn, reluctance hanging heavily around him.
"I...I need to think for a bit..." Zack said quietly, deciding that the sudden headache he had developed required fresh air to be cured. He wanted to trust Vincent, to know that the man wasn't so selfish or cruel, but there it was, in the back of his mind. Vincent just wasn't as nice as he thought he was. That smile...maybe it really just didn't exist.
He walked quietly out of the inn, leaving Sephiroth alone in the room, the red cloak now in his hands, examining the fabric with no real interest. Vincent would have to come back for it eventually. It was a part of him, Sephiroth knew. Better still, it bore his scent, that cologne and gunpowder mix that had caught his attention while they were in the basement of the Shinra Mansion.
He would come back, and then Sephiroth would show him just how futile struggling would be; that he, Sephiroth, always got his way.
Having just barely missed Zack leaving the inn, mostly from not wanting to return, Vincent walked inside, the wind starting to pick up. He crept upstairs, his heart pounding. He felt so cold.
Walking inside, his eyes searched around for his clap. He was surprised to see only Sephiroth there, the absence of Zack confusing him.
"I'm afraid your 'life-line' has gone out for a walk," Sephiroth replied coolly, his brilliant green eyes narrowing, his heavy steps bringing his powerful form closer to Vincent. "You see, after I told him all the terrible things you said about his friend, Angeal...well, he was simply too devastated to hang around anymore."
His cold glare became a wicked grin, a Cheshire smile that widened as he stood before Vincent, his prize. A hand clapped onto his shoulder, and pushed him roughly to the side, the other grabbing the door handle and shutting it, cutting off the escape rout, the lock clicking loudly, intensified by the air in the room.
"Now that I am certain we will have no interruptions, Vincent, I would like to discuss your future in this world I am certain you are so very unfamiliar with... No friends, no family, not a single person alive who knows you, nor cares about you... a pity really..."
Vincent's eyes narrowed a match for the dangerous stare Sephiroth gave him. He moved to leave, only to have his exit cut off all too quickly.
He grunted, back hitting the corner of the dresser a bit too harshly. "What do you mean all the cruel things I said?" He growled, hating the fake pity and the over-confidence in the man's poise. "I said nothing like that."
"Well, you and I know that," Sephiroth smirked, crossing his arms, daring Vincent to try and fight him. "But Zack doesn't. In fact, I wouldn't put it past him if he has a hard time speaking with you for a while, if ever again. After all, he hurts so very easily."
Walking forward again, the knuckles in his right hand cracking, he made sure to exude nothing but confidence, confidence that he could easily handle anything that Vincent could possibly hope to do. "So, why don't you make this easier on yourself and simply admit that you're powerless? You're powerless against me, you were powerless to save the woman you love, and now, you're powerless in keeping possibly the one friend you had in this world."
Sephiroth's words cut to the core. Vincent took a step back, eyes clouding over in cold rage. Hand on the hilt of his gun; he pulled it out, the silver metal glimmering in the twilight, the stars flickering dimly.
"Stay away from me."
He had no reserve to pull the trigger. In fact, he would gladly kill this man, the son of the scientist that eventually killed his Lucrecia. But, he started doubting that he could actually pull the trigger. This was Lucrecia's son, and he held her graceful beauty. Still, he kept his gun arm still, showing no emotion that said otherwise.
Sephiroth looked at the gun a moment, stunned only by the gall that Vincent was showing. Perhaps he wasn't as spineless as he had originally thought? Of course, that would make it all the more entertaining when Sephiroth broke him.
"Go ahead, Vincent," the soldier replied, his eyes brows rising as he spread his arms out wide. "Pull the trigger. Here I stand, ready to receive the bullet you would intend to have end my life... and yet I see doubt in your eyes. Why is that? Is it because you know that, if you should fail to kill me, that you won't get another shot?"
He took one, large step closer. "Or perhaps you know this already...perhaps you simply cannot deny the desire within you?" His green eyes focused on Vincent's beautiful crimson ones, as if trying to hypnotize him. "Or, would you gladly wish to harm Zack further? If he saw that I had a bullet in me, and you were the one holding the smoking gun, what do you think he will assume? He is too simple to listen to reason, especially from one who has, in his mind, already insulted his idol, and slew his general. You'd turn your former friend into your enemy all too quickly..."
Taking another step, now within grabbing distance of the weapon, his smirk vanished, and he became deathly serious. "So why do you persist in resisting what you know will eventually occur? Or perhaps...you simply enjoy it?"
He shot forward, inhumanly fast, his hands on the trigger, grasping Vincent's long fingers, squeezing them, keeping them from pulling the lever. His face, his body, inches away, his smirk returned.
"You fail, Vincent Valentine..."
Vincent was frozen. It was a jumble of some of the things he said. He didn't want to hurt Zack unintentionally. Sephiroth had already done damage enough.
Unfortunately for the gunman, Lucrecia occupied his mind. He envisioned her crying and hating him for killing her only son. The son she had died giving birth to.
Without realizing how fast Sephiroth could be, he was already struggling to keep a hold on the silver pistol. He fought with all his might, only to fail miserably.
He glared into Sephiroth's eyes, fearing the worse. His heart had already taken a leap, a knot tightening in his throat. There really was no escape. No hope of rescue.
"What do you plan on doing with me, should you have your way?" He asked, trying to keep a bit calm about the situation, as much as he wanted to scream and beg for mercy.
"I suppose you'll just have to find out as we go along, won't you?" Sephiroth replied simply, twisting Vincent's wrist once again, trying to force the gun from his grasp, as he leaned over him from behind. "All you need to know now, Vincent, is this... from now on... you're mine..."
His breath was hot on the back of the man's neck as he reached for his collar, his fingers nimbly undoing the top button. "Oh, and I love it when you act so brave...it makes the thrill of what I am doing so much more satisfying as I envision the end result..."
"I am no one's." Vincent growled, wincing as his already bruised wrist was twisted cruelly, the pistol dropping carelessly on the ground. "Let me go...!" He struggled to get away, not willing to play Sephiroth's lustful game.
"Not a chance," Sephiroth purred, his hand grasping at Vincent's chin, turning his face towards his own, as he claimed those pale lips. He held the pose for a moment, before releasing it, twisting around and forcing Vincent to the bed, pouncing immediately, holding him beneath his powerful form. "It's almost laughable, how you think you're your own...You'll be saying different by the time I'm through with you..."
"Let me go, Sephiroth…!" Vincent's breath escaped him when his back hit the cool sheets below him, coupled with Sephiroth's weight. "I-I don't want to do this…!"
He was starting to get scared. Sephiroth was obviously going to take this all the way, which caused a gaping hole to form in the middle of his chest. Already, his tears were threatening; stinging the backs of his eyes.
Sephiroth took in Vincent's beauty, drinking it in. The moon had started to rise, shimmering off his creamy skin. He dragged his fingers along the fabric of his shirt, loving the way Vincent had turned from a tough and brave gunner, to a now pleading, frightened man.
His 'prize'.
As each button was undone, his chest was further revealed. Staring Vincent in the eyes, his jaded green orbs captivating the other's red irises, he dragged his long fingers across such marvelously soft skin, drawing a small whimper from the other.
"Please…" Vincent begged, his voice hushed into a whisper. "Please, don't…"
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I'm cruel. Yeah, I know. I'm not going to write out a lemony scene, only because I'm not very good at them. So… use your imaginations. xD
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