Fight amongst friends

Vincent waited patiently by Valor's truck, leaning on the rusty fender his foot resting on the tire and his arms crossed. Glancing to his left he saw the familiar dark blue sedan of the Turks. He knew they were watching, just like they promised. Looking up he saw his friends walking briskly towards him. They must have really wanted to know what was going on. Valor approached Vincent first, all caution thrown to the wind. The others slowed their pace and stood next to Valor, waiting for all hell to break loose. Valor tossed his bag over Vincent's shoulder it landed with a loud thud in the bed of the truck and Vincent didn't flinch in the least. Instead he brought up his ruby eyes and locked with Valor's.

"Vince, what the hell is going on here?" Valor commanded.

"It's Vincent."

"Why, Since when Vince?" Darrel asked softly.

"My name is Vincent you are to address me as so. Now, you want to know why?" Vincent questioned softly, watching the anger rise in Valor's face.

"Fuck yes we wanna know why Vince! What the hell is going on?" Valor bellowed. Other students looked their direction and instantly looked away when they saw the tall slender figure leaning on the truck. Molly, Gabriel, Zephyr and Darrel all waited for his answer. Molly clinging to Darrel's hand and Valor's fists were clenched tightly.

"You are to refer to me as Vincent or Mr. Valentine. I am sure you all know why but to refresh your memory it's because as of yesterday I am in the ranks of Turks. So, I am to be addressed as one. That is why I can have my phone and that is why all the instructors call me Mr. Valentine."

Molly eyes welled up with tears. She wanted all along to hear it from him but she wasn't entirely ready for it. The tone in his voice was different than before, it was almost evil and hateful making her fear for their safety.

"You see that dark blue car parked next to mine? There are Turks inside and because you are my friends you are all being watched."

All eyes went to the sedan Vincent mentioned. Valor's eyes glowed with anger; turning back to Vincent he spoke, his voice strained.

"Really? Watched huh? What else should we know about, what other secrets you got hiding Vinc-ent?" Valor spat, emphasizing his name trying to get a rise out of Vincent.

"I am leaving for training directly after graduation. I will be stationed in Junon for a year then moved some place else, possibly back to Nibleheim. Most likely you guys will not hear from me until my return." Vincent answered quietly.

Valor couldn't take it any longer; his temper was at its end. He exploded; he didn't mean too, it just happened. He socked Vincent, hitting him square in the mouth. It threw him to the ground, busting his lip open again. Darrel and Zephyr grabbed Valor, keeping him from going after Vincent again. Gabriel just stood by, his mind trying to wrap his mind around the events that were unfolding. Molly stepped back, yelling at Valor to stop. Vincent picked himself off the ground and wiped the blood from his lip with the back of his hand and grabbed his bag. Dusting off his jeans he glared at Valor. Molly stopped yelling, and the guys stopped struggling to hold Valor because the look Vincent just gave them could kill.

"I want you to know, I was told not to tell you what is going on, but I chose to tell you. I figured you of all people deserved to know what was going on, but perhaps I was mistaken." Vincent snapped. Walking away it was Valor's voice that stopped him.

"Vincent, I…I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I didn't mean to hit you. Look, Vince…" Vincent turned and trained his lethal stare on Valor.

"For the last time Valor, you are to call me Vincent and next time, it will be you on the ground."

His friends stood in shock as he strode away. That last comment leaving a lasting impression on the group, Valor mainly. He really didn't mean to hit him it was as if his decisions were clouded red with anger. He watched as Vincent disappeared into the school, seeing the way he walked. It was as if it was taller, more refined. He hated the fact that he kept all this information from them and felt even worse for hitting him, especially when Vincent had told them that he wasn't supposed to tell them, but chose to do so anyways. Molly touched Valor on the shoulder making him jump.

"I'm sorry. We need to get to class, the bell rang." She said quietly. Taking the lead Darrel, Gabriel and Zephyr said nothing as they followed her back to class leaving Valor behind to his thoughts.

Standing next to his truck he glared at the blue car parked next to Vincent's sleek black coupe. He felt he might have ruined his friendship with Vincent, he really didn't mean to hit him. Grabbing his bag out of the bed of his truck he walked back to the school, glancing back to the blue sedan nothing stirred in the in the vehicle, but it didn't make his heart feel any better.

Vincent ignored his friends for the remainder of the day. He tried to be nice and explain the situation but that backfired, quite literally. He still planned on giving his car to him but after today, he was beginning to have second thoughts. Surely what happened today at lunch had already passed through the halls of the high school because he would hear people whispering about how he got his lip bloodied again and the other rumor would soon be cleared up as well.

At the end of the day Vincent walked out to his car, seeing his friends standing next to Valor's truck from the corner of his eyes, they were trying to get his attention. Rio and Sage emerged from their car and stood behind Vincent's. All the students in the parking lot saw them, instantly recognizing them. Zephyr and Gabriel held onto Valor, keeping him from making a fool out of himself. Darrell held Molly in a loose hug. Vincent unlocked his car and stopped in front of the two Turks.

"You let him hit you." Rio said softly, glancing around him to his friends standing next to the beat up truck.

"Yes, well it won't happen again." Vincent replied.

"Well, this is why we are here." Rio said, handing him an envelope.

"What's this?"

"Commander Snow told us to give it to you. He also said you need to read it upon delivery." Sage answered.

Vincent nodded his head. Tearing the envelope open he pulled out the folded letter with Commander Snow's elegant writing on it.

-Mr. Valentine,

My superiors have informed me that this year's graduation ceremony is going to be slightly different than previous years. This year they are starting the diploma ceremony at with the end of the alphabet, going to the beginning. They would not tell me as to why but I am sure you can guess. Also, your training is going to be different, Rio will inform you on your trip to Junon. What I will tell you is that you are allowed to wear your weapon come Saturday as it is apart of your uniform. Again, you will find out more on your trip.

See you soon

Commander Snow

"He wants me to wear a weapon to my graduation?" Vincent asked, stuffing the letter back in the envelope.

"Yes. He wants you to wear your gun. It is a part of your required uniform." Rio answered.

"I see. I thought I was supposed to get a weapon when I got to Junon?"

"You won't. You will be bringing your own. It will be inspected upon arrival, if it is deemed unsatisfactory you will issued a new gun." Rio answered.

"This is an order as well as your uniform Valentine." Sage said, seeing the confused look in Vincent's eyes and glancing around the parking lot. Vincent's friends still waited but everyone else booked it out of the parking lot as fast as they could.

"Will everyone else show up to training with a weapon?"

"No only you. We will tell you more on your trip to Junon." Sage answered.

"We must go; we have some work to do." Rio said quietly, looking down at his watch he pulled his keys from his pocket. Nodding Sage walked over to their car and got in.

Rio smiled at Vincent then disappeared behind the dark blue metal and black tinted windows. The sedan groaned to life and made its way passed Vincent's friends who nervously pressed themselves against Valor's truck. The drivers window lowered just enough so that white smoke could snake its way out into the waiting air. Valor peeled his eyes off the slowly passing car back to Vincent's car, watching the black coupe leave the parking lot, his heart breaking with every foot the car drove.