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Here's the second chapter for you guys!

~Snow

*Edited 11/14/2013

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"Hey Yuu! There's nothing down here!" Lavi called skipping over to the long-haired Exorcist, and skillfully dodged a punch thrown at him.

"Don't call me that!" Kanda growled, his hand inching towards the sword on his hip.

"Yeah yeah~" Lavi brushed it off, "If we didn't find anything, doesn't that mean that Allen should've?"

As Kanda opened his mouth to respond a loud crash was heard from nearby, making both Exorcists jump before they ran up the stairs.

"Allen?!" Lavi yelled, busting open a door and noticed another one across from the room, hearing another crash coming from the area, he yanked opened the door and jumped down the middle of the staircase, Kanda following him.

Racing through what looked to be a cave, they busted open the door to a library, hearing a yelp.

Lavi kicked open the door as Allen had let out a pained yell, they watched, Lavi and Kanda, as if in slow motion, Allen black out and fell to the floor.

Within seconds the Level Two Akuma had been slain by Mugen and Lavi had picked up Allen. "It doesn't look like he got hit." Lavi said worriedly, practically jogging through the cavern and up the stairs. "I'll have to examine him further to see if he did, Gramps taught me some minor healing techniques I can use." Lavi rushed up the stairs and had made it into a bedroom, setting Allen on the bed before reaching out to start checking over the teen when what looked to be a dark cloud suddenly surrounded Allen.

Sparks of purple and red swirled around in the cloud as Lavi let out a yelp as a spark shot at him, barely missing by inches.

"What the hell?" Kanda stared at the cloud surrounding Allen.

"Looks like… We'll have to call in the old geezer and Komui… I have no clue…" Lavi muttered, his one seeable eye staring at the cloud.

Letting out a low moan, Allen felt as if his head was going to split in half as he opened his eyes, memories of his past life flashing before his eyes as he slowly sat up on the bed.

He blinked slowly as the memories stopped flashing before his eyes, sighing, Allen got up slowly from the bed, wincing at his sore muscles as he shakily walked over to the bathroom, wrenching the door open he turned himself towards the mirror, inhaling sharply as he looked over himself.

He was taller, that was for sure, and his body had a noticeable difference to it.

His frame was no longer small and thin. Now it was taller, his height could easily rival Lavi's. And his body frame was more like what is used to have been, his shoulders were wider than small Allen Walker's had been, his old body had been smaller, more delicate.

Tall and thin, with muscles that were strong, a six pack, but didn't stand out, was his new body frame, much like his past life's one.

Allen examined himself slowly, running his fingers over his face, he noticed a few things. It seemed like his past life's body had melded with this life's one. While he still had this life's nose, his jaw and cheekbones were of his past life's body.

His eyes had changed, no longer the grey that they had been, but they were now crimson. His crimson… The Valentine family's crimson.

Inhaling sharply, he quickly looked over the rest of his body.

His skin was the same pale it had been before he had put the orb… No… Until he put Chaos into his body.

His hair though, had changed, much to his shock. It was no longer white, but the midnight black it had been when Allen had been Vincent, it was just as long and matted as it had been when he had died.

Moving downwards from his face he took in his appearance better… Yes… He looked a lot like he had before the accident with Hojo, before the experiments, just a few years younger.

Allen relaxed before then he felt his breath catch again, as he stared wide-eyed at his left arm.

Why hadn't he had noticed it before now was beyond his comprehension.

His arm, it was no longer the gauntlet-like arm it had been. Sure, it was still black, but as he ran his fingers down the arm, he noticed that it was smoother than it had been. It wasn't completely smooth like his right arm, it still had a rough texture, but it still had changed.

"Ifrit's balls." He gasped quietly under his breath, freezing when he heard his voice.

His voice had returned, back to how it had been before he had locked himself into the coffin and spent thirty-five years sleeping, until Cloud had woken him up and he had joined them on their search, and their goal of putting Sephiroth six feet under.

Clearing his throat a couple of times, Allen spoke quietly to himself. "Good Morning, Vincent." He told his reflection, his expression flicking back once again into surprise for a moment, hearing his old voice… His new voice.

Gripping the counter, tears slipped down his cheeks as he grit his teeth.

"Damn you! Chaos!" He growled, his eyes burning a bright crimson.

Taking a deep breath Allen… No. He was no longer sweet Allen Walker, but Vincent Valentine. Vincent knew it would take a while for his body and his personality to full sort itself out, so in the mean time he glanced at a clock nearby, hanging over the bathroom door, something he hung there in his old life, having had a habit of staying in the tub for literally hours, so that most of AVALANCH had thought several times that he had drowned himself.

Seeing that it was just after one in the morning, Vincent glanced at himself in the mirror once more, grimacing at seeing his hair.

How in Shiva's name had he let it get like that? Oh, that's right, he had died.

Groaning silently, he walked over to the cupboard and pulled out a fresh towel, smirking to himself as he realized that the Materia he had used so long ago to keep nearly everything fresh and clean had worked.

Grabbing his old hair brush, his shampoo, conditioner and a wash cloth and his old body wash, taking a moment to open the cap and inhale the scent of Dumbapple trees for a moment, he hung up the towel beside the bathtub, turning on the bath and setting it to a comfortable temperature first, and started to strip out of his unfitting clothing before settling himself into the warm water that soothed his aching bones.

After a while of soaking he turned on the shower head and stood up, uncorking the bottom of the tub and letting the water drain out of the pipes as he started to wash the grime out of his hair, replacing it with shampoo.

Vincent had to wash his hair a few times to completely get the dirt and grime out of his hair, replacing the last scrubbing of shampoo with conditioner, he grabbed his hair brush and slowly started to work on getting out the tangles and fixing the mats.

An hour later Vincent put down the hairbrush, running his long fingers through the long midnight black hair, which hung past his waist.

After cleaning his own body thoroughly, he turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing the fluffy white towel he had hung up just a few hours ago and started to dry himself off.

Wrapping the towel around his waist when he was done, he looked at himself in the mirror, his crimson eyes peeking out between long strands of his hair.

Frowning, Vincent walked over to the counter and started digging through the drawers underneath, smirking when he found what he was looking for.

Pulling out a pair of scissors, he looked at himself in the mirror once more, before starting to cut his hair.

A half hour later Vincent felt as his head was much lighter than before, as it was without so much hair, having given himself a haircut to match his old one, the haircut he had before he'd gotten shot by Hojo and used as an experiment.

Sweeping the cut hair up and dumping it into the trash, he made his way out of the bathroom and into the bedroom he had been lying in just six hours ago.

He held back a laugh as he looked around the room. Oh the irony. Out of all of the rooms in the mansion, the room that they had put him in, had been his own. Grinning slightly to himself, he strolled over to the dresser and pulled out one of his more favored pairs of pants and a pair of boxers, named brand that Yuffie had slipped into his closet last time she had been over. A pang of hurt flashed through his heart at the thought of the energetic ninja princess, he pushed the feeling aside as he slipped the pair of boxers on, happy that he had found his favorite leather pants, he slipped those on as well and started to do up the belts around his waist, only a few compared to what they had been when the gunner had been older.

Next he made his way over to the closet and Vincent pulled out a shirt he hadn't seen in ages, one of the black ones he had worn when he had been a Turk, only used on special occasions, mostly dinner parties most of Shinra's employees had to suffer through.

Slipping it on he started to button it up, small flashes of familiarity running through his Mako filled veins as he pulled out a black pair of socks and slipped them on as well.

Glancing at the clock on his nightstand, he saw that it was seven in the morning. No one else should be up, giving him enough time to look through the mansion and gather his old items again.

Grimacing, Vincent realized that he'd have to make a fresh batch of Potions and Ethers.

And Phoenix Downs, if the Phoenix Feathers were still okay, which he prayed to the Goddess they were, he doubted that Phoenixes existed anymore.

Sighing softy to himself, Vincent made his way over to another door nearby, knowing that it led down into what used to be Hojo's lab.

Digging through the many drawers, he found the empty bottles, ingredients for plenty of Potions, Ethers and Phoenix Downs, after he had found the Phoenix Feathers, and after he thanked Gaia that they were still okay, and he quickly set to work.

An hour later he found himself poking around the labs curiously while the Potions, Ethers and Phoenix Downs cooked.

So far, he had found his old bag that he used to, and now would, carry his Potions and other items.

He found several Materia, though when he found them, he frowned. They weren't glowing as brightly as they had before, and it worried him.

Questions burned on the tip of Vincent's tongue. Why did Mako and Materia not seem as… As much as it had been, why didn't body vanish into the Life Stream anymore? What happened to the Goddess?

Sighing, Vincent made his way over to where he had kept his trusted gun, Cerberus, and hoped that Shelke had put it back after he had 'died'.

Opening the drawer he cast his crimson gaze downward and felt as if his heart was going to stop.

There was Cerberus, but it wasn't alone. Underneath his beloved gun, was a red bundle. Hesitantly pulling it out, after grabbing Cerberus and checking it three times for damage or rust, making certain his beloved gun was alight before he opened the bundle, which turned out to be his cloak, torn and worn edges, cuts and holes, and buckles and all.

His red sash that he normally wore to keep his long bangs out of his eyes when his hair was still long was there as well.

Feeling his breath speed up, Vincent slipped the cloak on and started to buckle it, picking up the sash he tied it like a scarf around his neck. Turning to face a mirror nearby, his eyes widened slightly before a smile graced his lips.

He looked like a slightly younger, more handsome version of his past life.

Hearing a pot boiling he rushed back to the burners and quickly pour and sealed the Potions, Ethers, a couple of Elixirs that he had had the ingredients for, and Phoenix Downs.

Storing them away into his bag he started to equip Materia, giving Cerberus a mastered Fire, Lightening and Ice. Giving himself a mastered Cure, Mini, and Steal.

Shrinking his bag he stored it away in a pocket, attaching Cerberus' gun holster to his leg Vincent slid Cerberus into it, glancing around he frowned when he noticed the files he had gathered, making his way over to the files he stashed them into his bag after unshrinking it.

He couldn't let anyone get their hands on those files. No… Not yet.

Glancing at the clock Vincent quickly strolled back up the stairs and towards his room, knowing that, since it was nearing nine, that someone would be up to check on him.

He barely made it into his room and had sat down onto the bed, when the door opened.

And there's the second chapter.

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I know it was a bit crappy in the start, but I wrote that part at about three in the morning so... Eheh...

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~Snow.