This is From Vincent's POV. This is my first story that I've posted, and the first story that I've ever written Vincent into... so if he seems OOC, sorry in advance. This chapter is to kind of fill in for confusion from the last chapter.


I left Cloud to brood or what ever it was that he did. He absolutely hated me 'babying' him. Who says angels are pure, sweet, innocent creatures that wouldn't hurt a fly? Who ever said that obviously hasn't met Cloud. He takes the term 'vengeful angel' to a whole new level.

I sighed as I stood by a window, glancing over the town. I noticed Sephiroth, my son, coming back. Flanking his side was Genesis. They both stopped just at the edge of the mansion's property, gazing up at the obstacle that prevented them entrance. I chuckled. Fenrir and his brethren would be deterrent enough for the two, after all, who freely wanted to take on several many level eighty Nibel Wolves and possibly risk the wrath of an angel that would be sure to be pissed off. Although he never told me his reasons, I figured there had to be some reason he was so attached to those damn wolves.

I heard the door to the room I was currently residing in open slightly. Cloud peeked at me from behind the door, his huge white wings, although folded against his back, seemed to be drooped lower than usual; or at least lower than the last one or two times I had seen them. His huge crystal eyes watched me, observing me for any anger that he may have caused from just a short while ago.

If there was one thing I had learned from years spent with Cloud, its that his wings affect his mood and represent his mood quite well. He often kept them hidden, and when he did that for too long, he became more and more irritable and cruel. Take for example, having Fenrir attack that one SOLDIER. One he finally released his wings, his mood was improved dramatically, and he would then act like the 'definition' of angel. Why he had to have his wings out, I couldn't understand, but it was not like I needed to know. It was a long and slow cycle that never ceased to stop.

From the few stories Cloud had told me, I had come to the conclusion that once upon a time Nibelheim had been an angel unsettlement. Where they could freely have their wings out, befriend the wildlife, help things grow, and ect. What happened, he wouldn't tell me, or perhaps he didn't know. His memory could be faulty, at best of times.

As he wouldn't tell me of his life, faulty memory or not, I told him just as much of my life. Although, he did know the basics of it. I was a Turk sent here to protect Hojo. I fell in love with his wife, and got her pregnant. Then, experiments were preformed, which I tried to stop. My reward was a bullet at point blank and being experimented on. I felt Chaos growl slightly at the thought of experimentations.

Chaos was a demon that I had the misfortune of having in my head, along with a few others. How ironic, an angel and demon living together. Cloud coughed, bringing my attention out of my thoughts and to the angel standing in the doorway. His wings fluttered slightly, as if to state their discomfort.

Another amusing fact on Cloud, his wings almost always needed to be preened after his first takes them out. If aren't then he settles into a prissy attitude, and he can't do it all by himself. Especially since his wings are an extremely sensitive spot.

"You want my help?"

"If you would." He replied, sighing deeply. He was still upset at me for what ever reason, but since when did he ever need a reason for anything? i walked up to him, at which point, he unfolded his wings.

The span of his wings was about one wing equaling his height. So pretty large. They were a bitch to clean if he got them dirty, I knew that from a first hand experience. Also, getting him to bathe with his wings out was just as hard, due to him hating the feel of sopping feathers, which would remain wet for days on end.

He coughed a few times while I straightened his feathers, I also noticed he was having trouble breathing. A effect of the mako floating in the air. Normally unnoticeable, but with his wings out, the substance only seemed to make him sick.

"Cloud, why did you save that black-haired man?" I asked softly, smoothing out the feathers in such a way that he couldn't tense and get defensive on me. Ex-Turk or not, I was still technically a Turk, and therefore, I wanted to know all that I could. The best weapon anyone could have is knowledge.

"He reminds me." He hissed out, not in pain or anger, but in relief. I frowned at the statement, massaging the shoulder blades where the wings protruded from. "A long time ago, before mako, I had a lover." He continued at my prompting. I moved to running my thin fingers through feathers. He didn't go on, signaling he really didn't remember any more.

Cloud never did anything unless it helped him in one way. For example, he would have gladly let me stay in my coffin, had he not been lonely. He would have killed the humans in the town, if the wouldn't have attracted unwanted attention. He would have ignored Fenrir, had he not sensed the strength in the pup. He would not have lead the group here, had he not have a reason. He might not know the reason, but it was there. He was falling asleep, so I left him on the bed, only one wing even close to being finished.

I glanced out the window to see that the SOLDIERs had decided to leave rather than risk going up against the wolves. A wise choice. I would have had no problem shredding and eating Cloud's brethren if they had hurt my son; and Cloud would have no qualms about killing my son if he had hurt Fenrir or the wolf's brethren.

I listened to the silence in the house. The monsters that normally could be heard hiding or paralyzed in fear. Monsters tended to flee before Cloud, especially when his wings were out. Although, I had yet to understand why this happened. Cloud had only shaken his head when I asked.

Cloud coughed, and I wondered how long it would take him before he can get his wings to disappear once more. Once again, I had no idea as to how or why this happened, only that it did.

I watched him sleep, occasionally stroking his feathers to relax him. Out side, Fenrir began to sing as the moon rose above the Nibel mountains.


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