A/N: Yo, Star again~ Ne, I'm likin' the number of hits I'm getting. Maybe it's really getting pretty popular, huh? X3 True, the amount of reviews is a li'l disheartening, but I'm kinda gettin to like this story. Ha, as all psychiatrists say it, we're all a little sadistic, right? ;3 Enjoy more of le Vinnie torture~ Oh, 'fore I forgettttttt~ I'mma reply to le reviews! 8D Yeah, 'cause I neglect that a crap load…

Demon Sin: Ah, I'm glad you liked the rat scene in the first chapter. Seriously, I was just trying to fill up space. But I did figure "Hey, if I was a crazy rapist scientist...and bored...I'd pro'lly lookit a rat's innards! 8D" X3 As for Hojo's craziness...yeah, he's uhh.. He's gonna get more crazy, just watch. x]

Super Banana: Thanks, chica. ;3 I was hoping I got Hojo's..flippin'...insane crap down alright. x3; I tell ya, it's hard! He's like...goddamn...not anything like me. Buuuut, what can I say? Torturin' Vinnie's fuuuuuun. X3 'Gain, thanks for all the feedback, half o' what keeps me going. ;3

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The next morning I came back to my work place with quite a shock.

Upon stepping into my tightly secured laboratory, I heaved a great sigh. Glass beakers lay shattered on the tiled floor, a blend of chemicals dripped steadily off of high shelves, a monitor was damaged beyond repair, several folders along with their finely organized papers were ripped to shreds and coated the floor in an almost snow-like image.

Turning my gaze to the far right corner of the room, I shook my head in disappointment. Vincent's form lay, slumped and unconscious, with numerous scratches on his face and large tears in his clothing. Glancing at the medical table, I noted with idle interest that the thick leather straps I was assured would be strong enough to hold down a Chocobo were positively destroyed. Either a mutant Chocobo had come to set Valentine free before running rampant in my lab, or the Chaos gene went out of control. I assumed the latter.

I approached the Turk's body and knelt on one knee before him. Reaching out a hand, I cupped his chin and tilted it upwards. As I did so, his limp mouth fell open slightly and my eyebrows raised fractionally. His canine teeth were no longer dull like a regular human's, but rather sharp like an animal. Perhaps one of the side effects? I would have to take notes of this.

Turning away, I made my way to the phone which miraculously lay intact on my desk. Making a quick call, I ordered a new examination table complete with a clean up crew. Once again taking Vincent into my arms, I walked again down the hallway and into the room we had visited one day prior. I can never be too careful, so I once again shackled his arms to the ceilings and turned to leave, before something out of the ordinary caught my eye.

Now usually I wouldn't be quite so keen with such a minor detail, but I had been keeping a close eye on my raven. With his back to me, the dozens of whipping cuts had turned a light red colour and had already closed up. What caught my attention, however, was something that could easily be mistaken for flogging marks, but I knew were not. On either side of his spinal chord, Vincent bore symmetrical vertical lines. The trailed from the backs of his shoulder blades down to just above his kidneys. Not only were they too perfect to be made from a whip, but they were still an angry scarlet. Though I was beyond intrigued at this point, I decided to leave it be for now.

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Two hours and one trip back to the lab later, I stood before the brand new medical table. This time was different, however. It was longer and wider, and thus supplied more support for the patient, not to mention reinforced with titanium steal padded with leather. To be fair, I also had a slight cushion installed into the top of it. Though a specimen, Valentine was still my guest. As such, I didn't want him getting terrible back pains, did I?

Not long ago, I had pulled up a chair and sat beside him, waiting patiently for him to awaken. I raised one leg and crossed it over the other almost elegantly, entwining my fingers and placing them in my lap in a most contemplative position. I suppose I was once again in the same place as I was two days ago. Having to put use to a rarely used virtue of mine while my experiment remained slumbering, temporarily unaware of reality.

I suppose it was necessary for the human psyche, though. In order to deal with a stressful environment, the mind can often shut down and fail to respond. Under these circumstances, however, it was more than likely he had simply fallen asleep from exhaustion. And if my theory was correct and Chaos had gotten loose, it wouldn't surprise me Valentine would be rendered momentarily comatose. I had tried a fair amount of stimulants, anywhere from pricking pressure points with a needle to another Mako transfusion. Both proved futile.

Leaning back into a more comfortable position, I pondered what else the Chaos gene was capable of. Destruction, that much was obvious. It had emotion, as far as I could tell. Did it act out because of instinct and pure impulse, or did it hold grudges? Did it have memory and feelings for other living beings? Perhaps it was incapable of actual human emotions, but could mimic them.

Which brought on more questions. What did it look like? Its teeth must resemble fangs more than anything else. And what of other physical attributes? Perhaps horns or claws, hair even? What colour was its skin, if indeed it had it? Furthermore, were those identical red stripes on Vincent's back from it? If I wasn't mistaken, it could very well possess a large set of wings.

I was taken from my musings from a small groan before me. Glancing down, I watched as scarlet eyes fluttered open. They slowly roamed the room before coming to a stop on me, and they began to focus more before narrowing. Ah, it appeared that even when barely conscious, that ever-present hate lives on. It was almost enough to make me laugh.

Almost.

"Finally awake, are we?" I asked, lifting my lips into a kind smile, "How was your rest?" He didn't answer me and kept his mouth shut, fixing me with that flare. It mattered not, so I continued.

"You know, you caused quite a mess last night. 'Such' a mess, that I had to call a crew in to clean

up after you. Now, that's not very courteous of others, is it?" I remained smiling at him in such a warm way that if one were to only watch my facial expressions, they would think I was being as kind as can be. Valentine's nostrils flared slightly, but he remained silent.

"Yes," I continued, standing up to pace slowly in front of him, "I called them in, and you know what else? I had to even ask them to replace the table 'you' broke. Quite remarkable, really. Three inch leather straps can't seem to restrain you, hm? Not with your strength." My lips curled into more of a smirk as his breathing sped up, clearly trying to focus on not causing a scene.

I walked back to him and reached out a hand to pat his hair gently. I laughed in a friendly manner as he jerked away, before I took my leave momentarily. Minutes later, I returned to him with a large, sparkling glass of pure ice water and a tray of freshly cooked food. Taking a seat once more, I lifted it to my lips and took a sip. Humming appreciatively, I ignored him. I could tell that, in spite of his dignity, he desperately craved the moisten his dry mouth.

After a few minutes silence and draining about a fourth of the glass, I pretended to just then take notice of him, eyeing the water as though he were a eunuch gazing at the sight of a thousand dollar prostitute.

Without a word, I stood and took a few steps closer to him before slipping the palm underneath his head. I helped him to lift it up and brought the rim of the glass to his lips. Perhaps he had forgotten that I had already given him water last night, or else he didn't care, but he seemed to throw his pride to the wind and took large sips, not pausing once to breath until the glass was empty. I gently removed my hand and set his head back down onto the lightly cushioned surface before stepping away and exchanging the empty glass for the tray of food.

I watched the boy subconsciously lick his lips at the sight of steaming vegetables, succulent fruit, and red meat. His shoulders even twitched slightly as though he wanted to sit up, though his body reminded him that it wasn't possible. I let out a soft laugh and reached out to stroke his hair though once again, the Turk moved his head away. I merely shrugged and plucked one grape from its stem and popped it into my mouth, chewing slowly.

As before, I averted my gaze and remained silent. 'Unlike' before, however, I would not be taking the initiative this time. It would be up to him to tell me his body craved food, otherwise I would have absolutely no way of knowing.

We played this game for quite some time, actually. I was mildly impressed by how long he could last, but any man, sane or not, was bound to give in eventually. It wasn't until there was nothing but the steak left did he finally voice his urgency. He didn't say anything, but it was a whimper; and it was a start.

Glancing down at him, I gave him a grin. Wordlessly, I picked up the knife that lay on a perfectly folded napkin before cutting a small triangle in the moist food. I ignored the fork, however, and simply pinched it between my index finger and thumb. Leaning closer to Vincent, I placed the meat before his closed lips. For a few moments, we remained perfectly still. He seemed quite contemplative, carefully considering whether or not to take the food. I don't think he thought I had put anything in it; he knew I wouldn't poison him, and if I really wanted to inject him with something I could easily do it without tricking him. No, this was a matter of pride, and I was not going to lose.

He exhaled slightly before slowly opening his mouth. I slipped the food inside and watched him chew it slowly and swallow it with difficulty, almost as though it pained him. I once again cut into the steak and placed it at his lips, and this time he took it into his mouth with much less hesitation than before, before finally he was willingly opening his mouth in anticipation of each new heavenly bite.

Once the large piece of meat was finally consumed, I glanced down at my fingers. They dripped with the moisture that had coated the meal and that just wouldn't do. I looked at him for a moment before my lips curled into a smirk. Reaching out again, I placed my index finger at his mouth. Almost immediately, he seemed appalled and tried to turn his face away. I didn't move, however, and kept my fingers before his lips. The smell of food undoubtedly wafted from them and into his nostrils, and he licked his lips once more.

With an inhale, my raven tentatively peeked his tongue out and poked the tip of it against my finger. Swallowing his pride, he opened his lips wider and I took this opportunity to delve my index and middle finger into that sweet cavern. He looked shocked, but did not jerk away. It seemed to call of meat remnants was too strong for him, and he couldn't deny it, even with my fingers in his mouth.

"Suck," I ordered softly, and a grin slowly spread across my face as he complied, albeit reluctantly. The mere sensual act of his tongue tracing over my digits and using a small amount of suction with his cheeks would be enough to make just about any man weak in the knees. I would be lying if I said it didn't arouse me to a degree, but I had much more self restraint than others. Where the average male would have jumped at the chance to be inside Vincent Valentine, I really hadn't planned on it. If anything, a few dozens experiments would go by before I tired of him and threw him away. But now that a more..sultry side of the boy was showing through, voluntary or not, I suppose I may change my antics.

Chuckling quietly, I withdrew my fingers from his mouth and trailed them down his cheek gently. Standing up, I lifted the tray and deposited it on a counter near the main door. Without acknowledging him any further, I left the room and had no intention of returning for several hours.

I strolled down one of the well-lit corridors of Shinra Inc., hands folded behind my back and lab coat billowing softly behind me. I passed many people, most of which would cower once I sent a sneer their way. Honestly, I found myself wondering just how the majority of these people could possibly be employed at such a prestigious company. Half of the scientists --if they could even be called that-- I worked with didn't know a thing about their area. It was almost as if I was the teacher and them the student. Often times, I would grow quite irritated. Just as often, they're name would be on a resignation paper on President Shinra's desk.

However, a handful too many remained here, thinking they could one day compete with me. Such idiotic fools, really. I had been the top of my field for a considerable amount of time, enough to gain a wide range of respect anyway, and I wasn't about to lose it to some two-bit, pathetic excuse for an adult with the experience below that of a chemistry set. It was not going to happen.

My mind dabbled once more into my thoughts on Dr. Crescent. To be quite honest, I hadn't seen her since Valentine's unfortunately accident. I wasn't concerned, of course. No, she was probably avoiding me as I hear most women do when upset. It weighed nothing on my conscious; she could remain as hurt and angry as she wanted. What she doesn't want to acknowledge won't have an effect on me. She knew exactly what her child bred for. He was not to be groomed and adored, he was an experiment, nothing more. He may be human, but he was not an ordinary child. If only the woman would listen to reason, really. It's only logical that a man bred to kill monsters on the battle field cannot be weighed down by the "love" of a biological incubation chamber. It just won't do.

"Doctor!"

Oh lovely, speak of the devil. Attempting to prolong the moment in which I would be forced to face her, I pulled out my pocket watch. My eyebrows raised slightly; it seemed I had been wandering for nearly two hours. That was quite strange, as I rarely ever let myself go like that. I sighed and tucked it back into my lab coat.

Turning around, I looked down, bemused. Dr. Crescent stood before me, rubbing her wrists self-consciously. She looked quite anxious.

"I need," she began, voice breathless, "I need to talk you." Raising an eyebrow, I folded my arms across my chest.

"And I should do as you request why?" I replied, a slight scowl set upon my lips. She was literally the last person I wanted to talk to at the moment. At this, her face fell and she looked about ready to cry. Surprisingly, she held it in and began once more.

"I need to talk to you," she repeated, "about Sephiroth," Ah that's right, the most dangerous man was to be named after a hamster, "and..and Vincent." It's never one thing with this woman, is it?

"Fine," I stated briskly, turning quickly and walking at my own pace, "Come." I noted that it took her a moment to fully believe me, as she no doubt thought more persuasion was in order, but she nonetheless followed quickly, matching my footfalls almost perfectly.

Stopping suddenly before a door, I peered inside before opening the door and stepping inside. I waited for her to follow suit before shutting the door and locking it appropriately. Though what I was going wasn't going to get me in trouble, I still wasn't all that keen on eavesdroppers.

"Well?" I stated, impatience dominating my tone. Dr. Crescent jumped slightly; she must have been deep in thought. Wringing her hands nervously, she nodded her head.

"Please," she said, pausing to gaze into my face desperately, "please let me see him." I wasn't sure which one she was talking about, but I decided to play along.

"And why should I allow you that privilege?" I replied, a tiny smirk getting the best of my mouth, "So you may indulge your fantasies of rescuing and running off with him?"

"No!" she all but shouted, quickly, covering her mouth. The woman's eyes glanced around the room, clearly in distress, "I just..I just want to see him. That's all. To make sure he's..to make sure he's alright!" She bowed her upper torso before me, palms laying flat on her thighs and tightly closed eyes brimming with tears. "Please, doctor! Just this once, that's all!"

I contemplated this. Say I did humour her and let her into my lab for a brief look. As already stated, what I was doing would not get me into trouble, so it wouldn't necessarily hurt my reputation. But how I loved to watch Dr. Crescent beg and plead, laying her heart on the line only to watch it be shattered, cut open, dissected, and rejected. I allowed a grin to overcome my features at the thought.

There was still another reason, however, where it could prove..beneficial to allow her into my lab. Should my Turk's eyes fall upon her, it would send him into a state of hope and bliss, if only for a short while. After which I would force her to leave, resulting in his defiant spark to once again light up. Though it sounds unfortunate and even irritating to begin with, in all honesty I'll be given the pleasure of taking it away again.

This actually could work to my advantage.

Reaching out, I placed my hand beneath Dr. Crescent's chin and lifted it up with a bit more force than was probably necessary. Nonetheless, she opened her eyes and looked at me, silently pleading for this one request. Smiling coldly, I nodded my head. "Alright," I said and once more, "Come."

Opening the door, I once again led her away and down several long hallways. Fortunately, I wasn't given the burden to make sure she followed as she knew the way quite well herself. It took around fifteen minutes, but soon enough her and I stood side by side before the tightly locked and sealed door. Doing as was required to gain access, I walked inside, not bothering to hold the door open for her.

I stopped and once again entwined my fingers behind my back, observing her reaction. I was slightly curious now. Though it's more likely she would like to see her son, I suppose once she catches site of her former lover, she may rethink coming down for a visit.

My eyes darted quickly as I noticed a flicker of movement out of the corner of my eye. Was the Turk still awake? Good, I'd like to see how he'll react to Dr. Crescent's presence. And soon enough--

"Lucrecia!" came the all too expected cry, "Lucrecia, you have to…" Valentine glanced at me, then back at her and his eyebrows knitted together, swallowing thickly. I inwardly shook my head. Such a child, displaying his emotions with no regard for his surroundings. This would get him into trouble, surely.

Dr. Crescent gasped and as quickly as her migraine worthy shoes could take her, she was quickly approaching him. However, I can't deny my own delighted surprise as Valentine's face suddenly retracted in what looked like pain. His fists clenched tightly, and his head flew backwards to hit against the table with a loud "thunk". He groaned and twisted, a dark shade of purple emitting from his form. I grinned widely, and could not contain the laughter that escaped my mouth at the sight of his writhing form, agonized cries, and shifting body.

I watched only slight as Dr. Crescent backed away in sudden alarm, only stopping when her back hit the wall. She must have been frightened to death, clearly having no earthly idea what was going on. I for one was nearly doubled over in laughter as Vincent's body grew longer and darker; his flesh extended at odd angles and was soon tinted with red and black. A large head ornament protruded from his head and formed the shape of a large crown. His face grew grey and gaunt, as his hands grew long and almost spider-like. Finally, long, ragged but magnificently beautiful wings struggled to stretch out beneath him.

Taking in deep breaths and letting a high pitched chuckle escape every few seconds, regained my posture and stood to gaze adoringly at such a remarkable creature.

"Beautiful," I said, my arms reaching out, "Just beautiful! My glorious Chaos.. Glorious."

Dr. Crescent's attention snapped towards me and I could just imagine the look of horror on her face. I vaguely heard her shouting at me, asking me what had I done and that this was a monstrosity, but I paid her no mind. My attention was focused on the awe-inspiring demon before me.

As the woman came towards me, she began pummeling my chest with her fists weakly, sobs wracking her body. Tearing my gaze away from Chaos, I looked down at her and smirked. "This is your project," I whispered into her ear, "Your thesis, your doing. Without you, this never would have happened." With that, my hand enclosed around her forearm and I yanked her roughly, stalking back towards the doors.

At some point I heard her screaming, begging with me to see her son, saying she just wanted the chance to meet him. I ignored such pleading and within a few moments, threw her out the door, closing it and locking it efficiently.

Turning back once more towards Chaos, I gazed at its struggling form, clearly in pain due to the Protomateria. It's golden eyes pierced me, glaring in the utmost blatant display of loathing and hatred I had ever witnessed.

All I could do was grin.