A/N:

You know, I realized something. I didn't introduce Zorn and Thorn just yet. Yes, those two jesters I had announced in the previous chapter. They are by far the most fricken annoying bastards I have come across.

God, I HATED it when I went through the dialogue. That just plain sucked, and caused me to have a concussion due to the repeating action of slamming my forehead on the table when recording the habit of their conversations.

But here's another chapter, I hope you enjoy it!

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Disclaimer: FF7, FF9, and of course, Vincent are not under my property list, however, the persona manifested for Nataku's Wrath's part in the story is, as it is physically impossible to know a person's true personality until you actually know them.

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Chapter ?

Sub-chapter—Beatrix's Curiosity

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In the kingdom of Alexandria, not a single remnant of the tragic abduction was seen. However, the perfected façade could not hide away the anxiety the townspeople felt. Many things were unsettled, and the town itself was paying the price of the incompetence of the ruler.

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The Princess was gone.

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The Queen was upset.

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And her lieges, the two Jesters, known as Zorn and Thorn, had failed in their mission.

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One was clothed the color of bright red, the other clothed in deep blue. Their chins were both narrow, their faces both long, they matched everything they did.

The two waddled with a strange glide, their intent to find and report to the Queen.

They arrived in the grand hall and were only a few strides away from the main door to the throne. Their Queen was sitting on her throne, which laid behind those closed doors. But soon enough, they arrived to be confronted by two of the Alexandrian's finest. After all, the Queen needed the uttermost secure faction in this part of the continent and the Alexandrian Guard were not to be underestimated, as women were the superior race in this kingdom.

"State your wish." One said strongly. This shook both Zorn and Thorn.

"This is a report, meant for the queen!"

"The queen, a report is meant for!"

"Zorn and Thorn. The Queen has ordered us to not allow either one of you to pass these doors." The other guard stated.

"Give us passage to deliver the message!"

"We deliver a message in need of a passage!!"

"Access Denied." Both replied strongly.

And soon enough, the two jesters began their ranting, the two women remaining stoic to their pleas. Or rather, their whining.

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At the same time, Commander Beatrix gracefully walked up the spiral staircase, feeling rather calm. Despite the Princess's disappearance, she couldn't help but feel that she was secure. And sightings had shown that she was in fact alright.

That's what she felt, despite the news that was constantly thrown about.

Her honey colored hair was in perfect curls, bouncing with each step. Her fair and perfect complexion and solid grey eyes only made men want her. But she is the commander. She is the strongest in the kingdom. And her sword had struck down more foes then any could imagine. No mere man could possibly take her for themselves without the fear of the loss of something VERY precious.

She had powerful white mage abilities, and her sword techniques were never matched by any other. And her skills as a leader were unparallel.

She was the perfect commander. And anyone who had come across her before her alliance with the Queen would have done anything to have her, for both power and beauty.

And so, the one known as Commander Beatrix finally stepped onto the top step, and began to walk calmly towards the Queen's throne room. And soon enough, she could sense her soldiers' annoyance, and heard the whining and yelling of the two jesters. She ignored the majority of their pleas as she passed them. Her soldiers allowed her through as they opened the door. She was going to stride through, when something caught her ear.

"A man in blood red can perform the dark arts!"

"The dark arts were performed by a man in blood red!"

"Impossible it is to do!"

"It is impossible to do!"

That stopped her.

"A man in blood red?" This stopped the two jesters from further screaming. Beatrix turned, her attention now on the two known as Zorn and Thorn. "Please, do tell, and I shall report this to the Queen."

"We thank you Lady Beatrix!"

"Lady Beatrix we give you thanks!"

She listened to every detail intently, soaking in every word.

But she wasn't interested in the destruction.

She was interested in the man.

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Chapter V.

Nataku, Decapitation, and Barrels?

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Vincent had thought that his life would be one without hardship. As soon as he had left that caravan, he thought, perhaps, that he'd acquire the needed peace and quiet needed.

Unfortunately, he was wrong, and though he wanted to groan of it, Chaos was enjoying the torment that the man was going through. It was amusing how Vincent could be so irritated by a single person.

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For he came across Nataku.

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He had learned that he was 20. He traveled and traded, but what he traded was still unknown, as his pack never left his back (on the exception of becoming a pillow). He is still single. Pretty much the man's life as he blabbed on about his life, or rather, just a biography of it. No doubt, he didn't have traveling friends or partners, as they more then likely committed suicide to stop their ears from bleeding and their brains from rotting. Or he was just curious of his appearance.

He was able to pass through the security of the South Gate, though they had suspicions. He did not blame their suspicion, as he did look very frightening, even in the daytime. Women would stare, men would edge away, and children would point, or shake in fear as the figure of nightmarish tales seemed to exist.

He had gotten into the train car, and it was a quarter of the way up. It was of simple design. Based on a water-powered system, the train car would be pulled downward or upward with strong metal chains. The South Gate itself was a machined-powered passage way that actually went to the top of the mountain, and down to the other side. And the upward and downward cars were equally distant, allowing them to meet in the rest-point in the middle of the track.

Vincent was seated in the back, next to the window. He looked outward, trying to ignore the annoyance unfortunately seated next to him.

Yes.

Nataku was seated there, as for some strange reason, he had become his "traveling" partner, as the man said. And as he continued to badger him, Vincent remained stoic and unmoving. However, he was still human, he could not merely mute the man, and he had to ignore the man's voice.

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Which was impossible.

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"So . . . whereja get that arm?"

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Twitch.

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"You fight with the claw thing?"

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Twitch-twitch.

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"How long have you been in a coffin, your skin's deadly pale!"

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Twitchy-twitch-twitch . . . TWITCH.

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At each twitch of the eye, his human hand edged ever so closer to Cerberus. His mind was going to crack. His mind was going to crack OPEN at the continued annoyance of this man.

This had been going on for only a couple of minutes. He suddenly wished he'd rather be in the company of the knight, the princess, the thief and the mage. They did not make as much noise as this man. And if they did, it was pleasant, and did not involve the constant questioning of his identity.

And the levels of tolerance from long millenias began to wane thin. And for once, he hoped that something, if anything, even God's divine intervention to just, stop this.

The sound of a steam horn blared throughout the car. Nataku fell suddenly, as he wasn't planted on the seat. Vincent remained still, waiting for whatever the interruption was for.

Soon enough, the engineer stood up, and got the attention of everyone in the car. "We're at the halfway point! We will be readying the traincar for the next trip. In the meantime, please take the time to look at the scenery, or restock on potions and other necessary supplies for further travels. Thank you!" With a courteous gesture, the man opened the door of the car. Passengers streamed out of the car, leaving the two behind. Vincent stood up without hesitation.

"Eh heh, I'll . . . be restocking! Bye!" Nataku ran out faster than Vincent thought was possible. But nonetheless, this gave Vincent the needed time to raise those levels of tolerance. Just enough for the journey to Lindblum.

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The rest stop consisted of platforms. There were benches for weary travelers to rest on (although there were already seats in the train car), and a simple ITEM shop that housed the necessary items for any traveler's journey.

But Vincent didn't feel the need to stock up on potions or any of the sort, as he still had the supplies from Zidane back during the time in the Evil Forest. And he noticed that many of the other travelers made sure to distance themselves away from him. He could practically feel the fear ebbing off their bodies. So entering the ITEM shop was clearly out of the question.

So he passed by the platform opening nonetheless, minding his own business, when he felt a tug at his cape.

"Mr. Vampire?" Vincent frowned and looked down. A toy like plushy was staring up at him. It was only a moogle. The moogle had an envelope in his hand. "This is for you!"

Vincent hesitated, the idea of having this rather . . . fluffy thing with a letter to him. It did have his name on it. And in a boldened area, which did make out a rather accurate description of his outward appearance, most likely a note for the moogle. Nonetheless, he took the letter from the paws of the moogle, and with a simple gesture, used the pointer finger of his claw as a letter opener. He took out the letter, and read the Gaian writing on it.

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Hey Vince! If you're reading this, you're alive and well. Well, hm . . . let's see . . . oh! If not, you're dead!!

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Only one person called him 'Vince.' Zidane. He continued to read.

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Just arrived at Lindblum, and well, the cargoship was good, though we lost the main cargo (the . . . puppets . . .). Vivi's feeling bad about your disappearance, Dagger's upset, and Steiner, well, he's actually worried. But if you're reading this now and understand what I'm saying, then you're definitely Vince, so you're alive!

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Vincent rolled his eyes at this.

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I'm back in my hometown, though Tantalus's not there anymore. Of course, they left a few things here and there, so I helped myself. But other than that, we're healing slowly, because a few days from now, I reckon . . . 3 (?), an event is going to take place. It's called, The Hunt and it's a significant event because it's all about the history of the leaders of Lindblum in the past. You know, well . . . history crap!

Besides that, we're all worried, and it seems Dagger's sort of talked about you and your role in her survival (OUR survival too) with her uncle, Regent Cid. He wants to meet you. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

If you're Vincent Valentine, then write something and tell the moogle to fly on over here. I wanna make sure you're still alive you walking corpse (XD).

Zidane

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Upon finishing the letter, Vincent Valentine folded and slipped the paper away, almost smirking due to Zidane's rather silly use of humor. And the letter itself would be of use later in the future. He looked down at the moogle, who waited for some sort of response.

Damn fluffball.

"Do you have a writing instrument, and parchment?" He saw the moogle nod, its red fluff-sphere bobbing.

"Yes sir, kupo! Here you go!"

Vincent wrote his response, and gave it to the moogle. The moogle nodded, and slipped the letter away in a strange pack on its waist.

"How long ago was this given to you?"

"Two days ago kupo."

Then that meant that he was temporarily shut down (purposely) for almost a day, while the other day he had awaken, and stayed with Nataku for the night. So that meant that this "Hunt" was going to take place soon. Very soon.

"Thank you." Vincent said softly, before walking off. He swore he heard the moogle's leathery wings flap loudly. Maybe that was the way the moogle showed its excitement. Or it was going to deliver the message.

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There was still time, and the train car was almost done being repaired and set up for the rest of the journey. So Vincent strode to the other side of the platform, and looked outward towards the scenery before him.

The mist was not as thick today, making it brighter. The mountains were beautiful, the forests lush, and . . . there was a marsh down there, by the looks of the saturation around the specific area. Overall, it was beautiful, making him wonder if the world of his old comrades had such a beautiful state of peace.

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"Will you rejoin your friends?" Vincent shook and nodded his head inwardly. "Yes and no? Why?"

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'I will join them once more. But they are comrades.' Vincent heard the being think within his mind.

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"And have you felt the air?"

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'Yes. Something is amiss.'

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"Or something will happen."

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"Hey! So, you enjoying the view?" At that moment, Chaos chuckled within his mind, before becoming silent once more. Vincent frowned and turned to find Nataku peering outward, looking at the same landscape that he was looking at.

"Yes." Vincent huffed out.

Nataku leaned on the railing, his arms draped over the other side, his chest supporting the whole of his weight. "Where are you going?" The curiosity seemed to have disappeared at the moment.

"Lindblum."

"You don't say? I'm going around there as well. But I have to stay at the bottom of the South Gate first for negotiations." Nataku smirked. "You know how to get there?"

"Somewhat." This caused Nataku to raise a brow.

"Well, since you're going to Lindblum, I might as well give you a lowdown." Vincent widened his eyes slightly, and let his eyes gaze upon Nataku. "There's the Chocobo's Forest, best for you to get a Chocobo. Then you set off for Dragon's Gate, unless by some cursed reason, they cut off access there. But hopefully, they won't, and you'll be in Lindblum. And this can be done in a matter of hours, based on the skills you have in avoiding and killing the monsters that may delay your time. Got it?"

Vincent felt slightly impressed. He was still unfamiliar with the landscape, but the younger man showed some planning. "I see . . ."

The whistled signaled the departure of the train car. Nataku pushed himself away from the railing he had leaned on. "Sorry about those questions. I can tell you'd rather have people mind their own business."

" . . . . . . . "

"Hm, yep, I'm probably right." Nataku nodded his head. "I'll try to not be so nosy. I'm just a curious guy. And besides, the way you clothe yourself just takes the cake. But I'm getting ahead of myself. We gotta go."

For some strange reason, Vincent felt in inclination to continue journeying with him. Well, at least he wasn't going to be as irritating as he was on the previous ride upward.

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It was quiet, and Vincent liked it. There were a few murmurs and stares, but that was nothing compared to the chattering banter that Nataku once voiced. And with a simple glance to his left showed Nataku, who looked to be nodding off. A bit of drool was dried at the corner of his mouth. It was amusing. He decided to take the man's lead, and closed his own eyes, but kept his body alert.

The trembling train stopped suddenly, causing Vincent to stomp his boots down to stop his body from lurching. "AH!" Nataku fell off once more, groaning as he stood up. "What the hell—"

"Don't worry. Everything's under control." The engineer said. "Probably some technical difficulties. Don't worry, it'll take at least 5 minutes max." He opened the door of the train car, and everyone could see him pale as he snapped the switch, closing the door.

Nataku went up to the engineer. "Hey, what's wrong? You okay?"

"M—m—m—m—" Okay, the stuttering could irritate anyone. Nataku looked annoyed, and grasped the man's shoulder.

"What's—going—on?" He said sternly.

"MIST BEASTS!!!!!" The engineer gasped out. Everyone else on the train gasped as well. Well, those who weren't situated next to the windows.

Vincent saw many, and felt annoyed. Some he had encountered in the Ice Caverns, and others who were mere weaklings. Fangs and Wyerds (the monsters encountered in the Ice Caverns) were lined up, snapping their jaws and jabbing tusks at the train car's exterior. Cracks and sober riddled the glass, making him glare.

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This was annoying.

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He stood up, and strode to the front of the car. He found Nataku, who was now free from his pack of junk. He held something in his left hand, his right still on the man's shoulder. "Don't worry, I'll try to eliminate the monsters. Just wait here. If not, start the car, and don't you dare stop. Understand?" The engineer hesitantly nodded. The engineer was as young as Nataku, but lacked the worldly experience to be able to stand up unshakily in such situations.

Nataku stood up, and noticed Vincent's presence. He smirked. "You exterminating too?"

"I am merely assisting."

"Fine by me!" He heard the relief in Nataku's voice. He sounded grateful.

Vincent strode in front of Nataku and the engineer. He slipped his hand to the holster, taking up Cerberus once more, not minding the stares at the alien weapon. Then again, this was their first time to see a gun, and he just hoped they wouldn't feel too shocked at the sight.

'Fire, Ice, and Lightning Materia. Switched to the Restore Materia w/ the Barrier Materia.' Vincent thought analytically as he unhitched the barrels. When Nataku was asleep, he checked his supplies, and changed the materia. He snapped it back up, locking it in place. "Open the door."

"B—B—but—"

"Open the door, now." Vincent growled out. Enough petty play, enough delays, time was running out.

The man squeaked, obviously shaken by the tone of his voice, and snapped the door open. Fangs and Wyerds sprang up. But Vincent was faster.

He held his right arm, outstretched, Cerberus clicked. He murmured beneath his breath. "Fire."

He pulled the trigger, and the fiery bullet shot at the group. But instead of detonating after a time limit, it detonated immediately upon contact. A Fang exploded outward, and the other monsters were caught in the blast. Many were pushed back.

Vincent ignored the screams of horror and fear as he stepped out of the train car, Nataku in tow. He placed a good distance between himself and Nataku, allowing him to fight. The monsters created an immediate circle around the dark man.

He heard the boy whistle, his eyes on the weapon. "Shit, that's some major firepower." The pun was definitely there. He saw the boy smirk. "Now it's my turn."

Nataku brought the stick up, and Vincent noticed a strange increment in the cylinder, as well as a curved blade that wasn't there the last time he saw it. The blade looked a bit too long, but then, he pressed a thumb down on it, and the cylinder extended, reaching his height.

A scythe.

"Come on doggies, daddy's gonna decapitate your ugly heads!" He taunted the Fangs. The fangs took the bait, growling and beginning to close in on him. They all jumped, making Vincent wonder of their idiocy.

He tore his eyes away from Nataku's decapitating frenzy, and went back to glaring at the monsters, who staggered ever so slightly at his gaze.

One dared to launch itself at him. In response, Vincent snapped his left hand out with the fingers held together, and felt it pierce through flesh. He pulled his now bloodied hand out, and heard the Wyerd collapse, but now there was a hole in the center of its forehead. The others began to make their way to attack him, but Vincent brought his gun up. "Lightning." He shot it up.

The shot caused the monsters to jump at him. Vincent swung his left arm to the right, sweeping two of them to the side. He swung to the left, taking three. He crouched slightly, and as a Fang came to him straight on, he smirked, and recoiled his legs, jumping into a flip. One of his two pointed feet struck the Fang head-point, and felt whatever bones and teeth the creature had snap and break. He landed, his cape floating gently behind him.

With quick precision, he uncocked the gun and loaded it with real bullets. He snapped it back up, and aimed. He shot one, another, and another. Each with lightning speed and accuracy. Howls and squeals of pain entered his ears, and he made sure to pierce legs and other important parts of movements. He just needed to slow them down.

They were scattered immediately, and Vincent began to feel something powerful gather from above. He began moving back, and saw Nataku still fighting against his horde of monsters.

Nataku brought the scythe back, and swung upward, right where the Fangs were flying. Blood spilled from cleanly sliced bodies, and heads rolled. The smell of blood wafted in the air, and some of the blood had landed on Nataku's face. He made no move to clean off the thick gunk as his eyes were locked, gleaming. "Who's next?"

Out of rage, two Wyerds and a Fang dared. Nataku swung, but missed on purpose. He positioned the scythe's sharp edge behind the Fang's head. He pivoted his foot, and with his falling weight, swung the scythe in a diagonal upward swing.

Turned out a Wyerd came from behind, and the scythe roughly, but literally, carved it's face into a twisted pattern. It squealed in pain.

Nataku released his scythe, and pressed his two hands below him. From there, he twisted his body, and swung his legs outward, taking the side of the Fang. With moving momentum, he swung himself back up, and barely avoided having his side lethally pierced by the charging Wyerd. But it did snag him, and he hissed as it had grazed his side. Blood began to show through his clothes.

The Wyerd turned about, revealing that it was the same one that Nataku had failed to kill. It came at him again, and with more than enough speed. Nataku's back was against the train car, the pole of his scythe barely pushing back the beast.

"God dammit, won't you just die already?!?" Nataku glared at the creature. He couldn't exactly kick it, as it seemed he was pinned.

Vincent had enough, and with enough force, swung his golden claw down on the top of the creature's head. Well, he didn't stab it, but he did use the weight of his claw, as well as the velocity of it slamming down onto the monster's head. The wyerd's face stopped twisting in pain and anger, and it's body slumped down. Feeling slightly disgusted, he kicked the thing to the side, and off of Nataku.

"Thanks Vincent." Nataku panted. "Wait! What are you—"

Vincent, with unknown strength pulled Nataku by his collar, and hurled him back into the train car. Luckily, his scythe didn't do anymore than create a crease in the metal opening. Vincent jumped in as well, his eyes set on the engineer, who looked at him, speechless.

"Move the train car."

"But—"

"Unless you wish to die now, move this train . . . NOW." Vincent emphasized the last word, and a glimmer of anger emerged as he growled it out.

"YES SIR!" The engineer began pushing and pulling the levers, and soon enough, the steam whistle blew. The cables that moved the train began to move once more, and the people who had pressed their faces against the windows to watch the show had backed off, clamped in their seats. Vincent ignored stares as he hung onto the pole that kept him from falling from the gaping door. The wind snapped his hair and cape about, but he cared not as I muttered words beneath his breath.

He watched as the darkened clouds gather together, and laces of lightning ran through those clouds. Some of the mist beasts had began their chase, but with the acceleration the train car was gathering, they would be unable to reach them.

But they weren't going to chase the car.

For Vincent had said the words necessary for the attack to fully initiate.

Thunderous crackles suddenly diminished, but Vincent remained, his eyes fixated.

And then, a crash, and pillars of thunder slammed downward. Pillar after pillar of light appeared, and moved throughout the space that Vincent and Nataku had fought. Many screamed at the flashes, while others watched in awe. But Vincent looked away, and put away Cerberus. It had done enough for the day.

He noticed his claw, it was bloody. He proceeded to using his worn blood red cape to clean off the blood, and did nothing more. But he did hate the stares that his claw, as well as his gun was receiving. He made no notion to stop their staring however.

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The ride had ended, to the majority of the passengers' relief, who ran out of the train car. Either they were relieved, or they were scared of Vincent, who now looked more dangerous then ever before. Nataku was bowing to the engineer, as he did cause the damage of the door of the train car. But the engineer instead bowed lower, thankful him, and Vincent for ridding of the problem with the monsters.

The next thing he knew, he found himself standing in front of Nataku. Strangely, the crowd seemed to create a pocket of space for them.

Though their time together was short, Vincent felt a little thankful for the presence of the man. Though annoying at first, he gave him the needed space in the little time that was left of their little group. But now, it seemed that they would part.

"Well Vincent, it was nice meeting you. Interesting use of weapons." Nataku gave a hand out to be shaken. Vincent didn't move, and saw the twitch of nervousness in the man's hand.

He took it with his human one, and gave a light shake.

This made Nataku smirk. "Wow, vampy's being nice. I just hope there're no neck bites here, nope, none there." Nataku put his hands behind his head, the pack becoming a rest for the two ligaments. "But yeah, business calls. I hope you get to Lindblum just fine. I heard the animals around here are jumpier than usual. The Hunt's gonna take place soon, in a matter of hours actually."

Vincent raised a brow. Not too much time.

"I wanted to see it. They said something about a guy with a tail, even a small dude with serious firepower, similar to yours!"

The brief, but obvious descriptions were that of Zidane and Vivi, without a doubt.

"But I have to miss it. Oh well." Nataku moved a hand, and seemed to be shuffling for something in his backpack. "Though I've only known you for like . . . a day, I hope to see you again in the future. Perhaps you'll give me some details on the Hunt if you get there in time."

Vincent nodded his head.

Suddenly, he felt something pressed into his human hand. He peered down and found a bundle in his human hand. It was heavy, and he could tell that there was more than one object within its wrapping.

"Consider this payment. You did save my life back there, and you tolerated me and my ranting. Usually, people run away due to it."

"Hm, I . . . see." Vincent peered upward, and found that Nataku, was gone. The crowd took up his pocket of space, leaving Vincent alone. He looked around, but realized that there wasn't a sign of the man.

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He slowly opened the package, and upon revealing its contents, his eyes widened, a lot.

The color was the same. The design was slightly different. But most of all, if he detached the normal barrel of Cerberus, and replaced it with this one, the power of the bullets or materia shots released would increase by a factor of 10. Alongside the Long Barrel were a set of magazines (cartridges w/ bullets).

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"It seems that your friend has more than the eye can see." Vincent frowned slightly as he made his way to store the barrel within a pocket of the cape.

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'I smelled no gunpowder on him. How did he acquire this?'

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"I . . . cannot say. But if I did, I would have nothing to say. I know nothing of it."

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Vincent finally stopped his conversation with Chaos, and began to walk towards the giant gates of the South Gate. Nervous glances were made by the soldiers guarding the gate, but they moved aside, knowing that the person in red had to pass through security from the other side, meaning they had to allow him to go as well.

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And upon exiting, Vincent smirked, ever so slightly.

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Looks like Vincent's got a new toy to play with.

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A/N: Well, sorry for the long wait. Just had a lot of things to do during the break AND during school time. Seems I actually have a new and very challenging teacher at school. Hopefully, I can pass his class, as even logic doesn't seem to be with me.

Yes. It's art. And unfortunately, I suck at it, unlike Reiko, who just has to have THE GIFT.

But yes. Oh! And here's the Reviewer's Pit Stop!

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REVIEWER'S PIT STOP!!

Ganshi123—No prob Ganshi. Don't worry about it. Usually, it takes work and practice to write well, and I've sorta done that in my spare time before I came across Just think, and try. You'll probably make a great story someday! (smiles widely!) XD


Sharingan Kitsune—Well, not the update system's a bit better, so hopefully, you got to read this story the day it was updated!


Boudicca Aturia—O.O Um, Vincent didn't have kids. XD


Pleading For A Update—Hopefully, I can shake your hand w/ spirit! But don't worry, I added the new character for an important reason, as you have read a part of it just up there!

StevDown—Perhaps, perhaps not. We'll see my friend X3

Vince Fanatic—Thank you my fellow reviewer. I just hope Nataku doesn't look too badass!

charles ho—Sorry, can't give too many details. Actually, I shouldn't give ANY details for the future. But it'll go along as time passes of course.

RedHerring1412—Not really, the alert system (as announced) has been lagging, so that's why. Now Nataku's probably happy to see his loyal reviewers back once more. But anyways, can't give you any details for the future, as I cannot just give away parts of the storyline. X3 And I hope Nataku's alright in this fanfic.


yllom21—Glad the new character did! Unfortunately, he just left momentarily, so no character analysis yet! X3


Yuleen75—Well, you got more Nataku! And glad you liked the trance darlin!


Nataku's Wrath—Yep! I'm glad for that too. But Vincent can't really stick to Nataku for long. He has to go back to Lindblum to rendezvous with the party. Don't worry though, your character isn't going to just . . . disappear. XD


PhoenixCharmer116

Kuro—Vivi! Run for it, she's a fangirl! (watches Vivi running from fangirl manifested cloud)

Vivi—No!! Not ANOTHER ONE!!! (sees PC116 rushing at him)

Vincent—I do feel some sympathy, but they were chasing me just yesterday. (someone glomps him) Oh no . . .

SIRIUS—Sirius, I believe this knife wound (shows bare back, w/ a bloody area) does prove that you in fact gave me painful inspiration to finish this chapter. X3

SPICA—I know, that's the image I had upon writing that chapter. Hopefully, it worked well enough.

GANYMEDE—Patience my friend, patience! But thanks for the compliment in your rushed tone!

Firehedgehog—Yes, I just love how I made Vivi a badass!

Lord Makura—Why mi'lord! Vincent would die or be greatly weakened by the sunlight! That's why Square Enix didn't want him to be a true vampire! X3

Reiko—Hai hai, I just hope Nataku's alright with it as of far!

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Well, that's all folks. Hopefully, things will continue onward as time passes, and hopefully, I will be able to continually write this fanfic. And I'm going to attend Reiko's Research Project presentation, you know, for support! Wish my friend the greatest of luck, because it determines whether she's worthy to graduate or not!

Sincerely,

Kuro V. Higarashi