Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, my apologies to those who think I do.

A/N Wow today has been weird. And since right now is the lowest it could possibly be I am absolutely enraged, therefore Hojo will die by the hands of Chaos! When Vincent Limit Breaks into Chaos I'd want to be the person not on the other end of his attacks. That and I do believe singlewhiteroseofwutai put in a request for him to do so.

Vincent walked silently down the street, he was in a foul mood, Yuffie had just given back his materia in the completely wrong order, they'd been on a wild goose chase all day after her. Not to mention his gun was in need of repairs, in other words it was not a good day for him at all.

His eyes swept the street suspicious for any sort of attackers, however for the most part the other people in the area seemed to be keeping well clear of him. Which considering his appearance and temper at the moment was probably for the best. He didn't want to explain any sort of civilian carnage to the authorities.

Another glance around the street revealed a man in a white coat coming out of the pharmacy. His green skin, round glasses, and face that only a warthog could love, Vincent recognized him as Hojo right away. It felt like someone had put a bellows in Vincent's chest, fueling his smoldering fury into a blaze of hate. "Lucrecia…" he muttered crossing the street swifter than a shadow, picking up Hojo and throwing him in an alley.

"Gah… Valentine what a surprise, I thought you were still in that coffin," Hojo remarked as he gained some coherency as the dust started to settle from his crash into a trash can.

However it wasn't Vincent standing there, the glowing yellow eyes of Chaos narrowed glaring at Hojo with pure loathing and disdain. "Greetings," he muttered, grabbing Hojo's hand and snapping one finger. "I do believe what once said to Vincent went a little something like this, 'I'," he snapped another finger, " 'won't'", a third finger, " 'kill'", the fourth, " 'you right away. Instead you will suffer.'" He finished with the fingers and broke both wrists.

"First I'll bite off your nose." Which he did, "then your tongue." Two clawed fingers reached in and ripped his tongue out. "But not your eyes or your ears, I want you to see and hear everything."

Hojo was mouthing wordlessly, unable to speak properly with a bloody stump of a tongue. "Pweath no!"

"Oh but I am nowhere near finished with you yet," Chaos smirked, laughing mirthlessly as he snapped both of Hojo's shoulders out of place while breaking his elbows in the process.

After a few more minutes, Chaos smirked, bits of Hojo were all over the alleyway. He lightly licked the blood off of his talons before grimacing, "urg, disgusting blood. I've had better from dung beetles." He finished cleaning off, and sighed, "I hope your happy Vincent…"

He closed his eyes, surrounded by a blood red aura, Vincent blinked looking around dazed. "Hojo… rest in peace…"

He could hear a voice calling him, "Vincent! We're ready to go!" Cloud called out in the street.

The gunman left the alley to rejoin the group, "where were you Vincent?" Tifa asked.

"…Just taking care of a rat," he replied calmly.