Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ A Real Transformation ❯ Love Potion #8 ( Chapter 8 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

the overly long awaited! No excuses for the wait but I think this is one of the longest chapters so far.... hope you enjoy it!

Vincent has nowhere to go.... other than the lodge. And what happens when he finally gets away from Adrian? Life starts to look up, but the last couple days have been a little strange, seeing people he hoped to never seen again. But it may turn out for the better.... for someone else at least.

Lemons will be provided in the next chapter.... so yes it will get messy. :)

(and I promise the wait won't be so long either)

Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Angst / Romance | Type: Shounen-ai | Uploaded On: 02.07.2007 | Updated On: 02.08.2007 | Pages: 10 | Words: 17.0K | Visits: 266 | Status: Completed

Ever since Sephiroth had taken refuge in Vincent's abandoned apartment, the vampire hadn't bothered to visit, and so it had led him to the lodge Adrian had offered Vincent to stay in. Having settled into the lodge with Adrian was actually easier than he thought. His ex employer still obsessed over him from time to time but it wasn't the same as the creepy stalking Sephiroth was doing. Adrian had rented out two rooms, one for himself, and one in case he had a visitor though he only expected Vincent to come, and that was still a long shot. So when the ex Turk did come, he was quite surprised.

“Oh, hello. Come in?” he answered the knock at his door, stepping aside to let the weary man in. Hesitating, Vincent entered cautiously, but only a moment after Adrian moved, half making sure he wouldn't be jumped. Closing the door softly behind the raven haired man, Adrian seemed at a slight loss for what to do. Vincent coming to him thissoon wasn't in his plans, but he was sure all would turn out the way he wanted. Picking up a shirt and a loose towel, he attempted to make his living quarters more manageable, and though he wasn't very messy—used to tending bar and keeping his workplace clean—he sometimes left things to be taken care of later, when he was having company over, for example, albeit it was unexpected.

Polite enough to remember tea as well, Adrian threw his gatherings in a hamper. His place at the lodge was a bit more like a two room apartment than just a single or double bedroom lodge, but he wasn't complaining about the extra space.

“I have a guest room for you if you'd like, Vincent,” the brunette brought up as they each sat respectably on a chair and on his bed, sipping tea. The older man only nodded.

“What's on your mind? You seem perturbed by something,” Adrian asked as he stirred in another scoop of sugar. Vincent was indeed perturbed, thoughts about, well, everything running through his head, especially Sephiroth and how he'd been acting over the past few weeks. Something was up, as he suspected; that he was being slipped something, but he didn't know what or why.

“Hm. I'm fine,” he murmured, then added, “I'm just thinking,” which wasn't a lie. Nodding, Adrian proceeded to drink their tea and after a few moment of silence he quietly explained about the lodge and the living quarters and what went on. Obviously, the lodge was built for richer people who could afford it, but even some middle class people were able to afford it as the closest get away just short of leaving Midgar entirely. They had an indoor pool and Jacuzzis, solitary, smaller ones for privacy as well as a larger community one, more like a bath house with bubbles.

The lodge offered a lounging room downstairs at the registry and snack shop, a large fire place burning in the winter, and in the back, aside from a storage room and a couple rooms set aside for meetings or other activities, they had a courtroom for playing or practicing sports. The lodge offered a small pool hall which double as a wreck room with other table games as well as a gym/work out room. It wasn't always a busy place, but it was definitely nice and could be very relaxing. Adrian explained how they offered meals three times a day to anyone staying here, but anyone who wanted to use their services, needed an identification card.

“Speaking of which,” the brunette murmured, setting his tea aside and rummaging through a carry on bag, produce a laminated card dangling by a black chord to wear about the neck or wear it could be wound; a wrist perhaps. Hanging behind the identification card was a key to the room Vincent would be using.

“Here. It's under my registration, but you'll be able to do whatever you want here, at least until my membership expires by the start of spring.” Handing Vincent the card, he replied with a hesitant, “Thank you.”

Why was Adrian suddenly being so nice? It was like he was an entirely different person. Sure, the ex Turk had never known him really well, and at times at the bar he could be a fun and tolerable person, even past hitting on him. And there was still that case of taking advantage of him and taking him home.

“How's your side?” Vincent asked monotonously, not sure he wanted to strike up a conversation, but wanting to be hospitable and friendly enough, just in case he was jumping to conclusions. Adrian smiled timidly.

“It's been sutured and wrapped for the time being. It'll be fine though. Still sore, but I should be able to leave the bandages off soon after the next few days.” Taking a long drink of his tea, he sighed contently, then looked Vincent over, a little intrigued.

“I notice you didn't bring anything with you…..” he began, not sure if he should ask. He knew, more or less the kind of lifestyle Vincent was currently living, and his apartment hadn't been the most beautiful of places, but surely he would have brought clothing or something. Vincent looked grim, a little sheepish.

“No I didn't.” Was it a run out? Had this pale raven haired beauty been in a fight perhaps and run out without the chance to grab anything?

“You're welcome to borrow clothing from me if you'd like. I don't know how much of it would suit your tastes, but if you don't or can't go back to your place…..” he let the uncomfortable implication hang. “Just feel free to ask. There are laundries here, if you just want to leave anything used at my door, I'll get it.” Vincent nodded, looking over the card. Adrian was acting so nicely to him. He had apologized, but it still seemed suspicious. He looked sincere but obviously looks could be deceiving. Vincent would still be wary of him and stay away from him as much as he could, but since he had nowhere else to go, he'd have to trust staying with his former boss. Thankfully they weren't in the same rooms, but since the doors used keys, Adrian could surely request another key for the room he was letting the ex Turk occupy. Until he could find a place of his own to stay at, Vincent would just suck it up and stay at the lodge, hoping Adrian wouldn't be up to anything risky or suspicious.

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Vincent had been at the lodge for week already, this being his eighth day, and so far everything had been fine and normal. Sephiroth hadn't paid any surprise visits, which was a little strange, considering he'd found the brunette quite easily all the other times. Either Vincent had a monitoring chip attached to him somewhere and Sephiroth was just biding his time, or the swordsman really didn't know where he was. Vincent hoped it was the latter, but with Sephiroth, he couldn't be too sure. The darkling had enjoyed the peace and quiet of a decent room that, compared to his apartment, was high class luxury. He had heat and air he could adjust at his leisure, he had running water where he could take long hot showers; he had electricity so he could watch the small TV that aired all of thirty channels. Thirty! It was ridiculously pampering. Though he never usually slept much, he didn't stay up as late as he would when wandering outside through the alleys and streets of Midgar. It was more exciting outside, though more dangerous, but he could take care of himself.

He ate well, though he usually never ate much either, and when he was bored he would exercise. Vincent liked to run or walk, in particular, and sometimes he'd throw on a jacket and run outside, just to see the pale light and get some fresh air. It was a cold he'd grown accustomed to and was straying away from—having stayed inside with the warmth most of the time—but he never complained. Still paranoid about Sephiroth finding him to cause more trouble, he was leery about staying in the snow too long, so usually he was inside on a treadmill. Most of the people staying there—and there were more than Vincent had initially thought, considering most people in Midgar happened to live in the slums—were older folk, though quite a few were young rich couples, probably taking a break from working at ShinRa HQ, or else liked getting away from home for the winter season. He had ended up borrowing clothes from Adrian, especially since the man just left a couple bags with neatly folded clothing outside his door with a note telling him to feel free and wear them if he wanted, but when Vincent went to his room to politely decline, he found he wasn't there.

Vincent visited a couple times a day, but Adrian was never there, even when he called out to him, quite sure that the muddy haired brunette would respond to his voice if he knew it was the ex Turk. Having given up, he went through the clothes, mostly plain, casual clothes that he might wear, cleaned and yet to be worn by him. Although Vincent was reluctant to wear Adrian's clothing, he didn't want stay there for weeks and only where the one outfit he was able to salvage from his room, having never returned to his apartment and not having plans to any time soon either, though it'd be a pity to lose what little he had stashed away in there. And because Adrian was roughly the same size as he, Vincent fit the clothing pretty well. Sporting his usual running outfit, black pants and a rather small, tighter fitting, black T shirt, black boots thumped lightly on the tread mill. The nightling had tied his hair back so it wouldn't get messy, and though it was cool in the training and work out rooms, he worked up a sweat burning energy when he ran. He was aiming for endurance more than a work out.

People would watch him sometimes, usually younger woman, but even some older ones, usually when they sat down to take a short rest, and when he first noticed, it was rather unnerving, making him run a little faster as though he could get away from it. Of course some of the ladies smiled, thinking his faster pace was just to show off so he wouldn't appear to be lazy, and thus he ran, mile after mile, until he was breathing heavily. Vincent averaged a good five miles at a hearty steady pace. Usually, the ladies might talk about him in whispers, if he caught their eye, and often it was the same few ladies that would watch him from time. He might elicit a smile from another man, if only in favor of his workout and youth, despite how old he really was even if he didn't look it, but the younger and even older women, ranging from their early thirties to who knew how old, in their successful attempts to obscure their actual age, never hid their comments or remarks.

“Such a strong body!”

“I bet he could bench me,” one younger woman giggled.

“I bet he could do more than that.” Though it wasn't a lewd comment, the implication was clear that the lady wasn't referring to how much weight Vincent could bench press.

The raven haired man tolerated their comments, never saying anything, always leaving without a word to them, wiping his face on a hand towel he kept about his neck or on the hand bar. Until one of the ladies approached him after running that morning. He'd gotten up early for a light breakfast and then a morning run, but apparently these women knew his schedule after a few days of keeping it up, his first couple days spent merely getting to know the place and becoming accustomed to the atmosphere.

“Pardon me, sir, but you wouldn't be interested in an early brunch with me, would you? I've been dying to ask you a few questions.” The woman was blonde, a fake blonde, her roots just barely showing, her hair held up with mousse and hairspray and who knew what else, and it curled at the end. She had bright red lipstick, wide dark eyes that gave almost a doleful look, lined with a dark ash color. She had a fair complexion, probably covered with a heavy amount of make up and foundation, and Vincent's initial thought was why she bothered trying to look good if she was going to work out and get sweaty, but then he thought she was probably one of the rich girls who would die if she got sweaty. It set him on edge the way she touched his arm like she personally knew him, batting her eyelashes and giving an innocent smile.

“I'm sorry, but I have a previous engagement I must attend to. Excuse me,” he replied in a low voice, almost a mumble, and before the woman could protest or insist, he had stepped away and out of her grip, off to his room to change.

Walking briskly, he tried to shake off the odd sensation of having someone try to be intimate without even knowing him, though his thoughts wandered from the woman to Adrian, who attempted and succeeded with the same thing. Vincent didn't want to be like that anymore, weak, just because he'd been employed by that man. He supposed his mindset of being a Turk once upon a time, had helped aid in that and those kinds of habits, drilled into his head died hard. Lost in his thoughts, head low, he had to side step someone or else run into them, but even so that person purposefully brushed against him, a hand catching his arm and making him tense.

“Ah, hello! I haven't seen you in a while. Is everything okay here?” the voice spoke. That familiar voice.

“Adrian,” was the returned greeting as he looked up into stark blue eyes. It was a bit of a surprise to see him so suddenly.

“You look like you've been in the gym. Have you had breakfast yet? Maybe you'll join me for brunch?” It was a quick proposal, hopeful.

“Uh…sure,” Vincent replied, a little at a loss for words since everything seemed to happen so quickly. At least this way that woman wouldn't be asking about him, but he hoped he wouldn't see here at the brunch. Adrian smiled, quite disarmingly for all the experience he'd had with his former boss.

“Great. I'll meet you at a table there then. Go wash up.” Releasing Vincent's arm, he walked off, coat draped over his arm and headed for the eating nook, a buffet out for breakfast and lunch.

Wandering to his room he entered, closing the automatically locking door behind him. As he pulled his shirt over his head, he noticed a small white box at the foot of his bed, wrapped in a red bow. The tag had Adrian's signature. At first wondering how on earth he'd gotten into his bedroom, he felt stupid to realize that this room was being rented under Adrian's name, so of course he'd have an extra key. Half tempted to chuck it out the window, he was curious to know what the man had gotten him, and it wasn't until he'd stripped down, quickly washed off in a cool shower and dressed again that he decided to open it. Pulling off the bow he took of the lid, a heavy piece of fabric inside. It was a dark grey headband. Remembering that Sephiroth still had his, he was a little flattered, and even if he'd initially planned to burn it or throw it out, he decided to hold onto it, at least until he could get his old one back.

Running fingers through still damp hair, he laced his boots. Dressed in jeans and a plain white T shirt, he was very casual, especially compared to some of the others who wore cashmere sweaters and silks, but he certainly wasn't the only one toned down there. Leaving his room, deciding against wearing a headband, since he's more or less gotten used to not wearing one by now, he headed down to the eating nook, showing the waiter his ID card and asking for Adrian's table. Directed to a small booth for two, the other man smiled pleasantly as he approached and seated himself.

“And what to drink for you, sir?” the waiter asked, his question directed at Vincent.

“Water is fine, thank you.”

“Let's get something to eat first; then we'll talk,” Adrian suggested, standing and offering Vincent a hand up which he ignored. A bit ruffled, he dropped his hand, waiting for the other to stalk off before following. Looking over the array of foods offered at the buffet style tables, Vincent wasn't very hungry, but after his run, something to eat would be good, considering he wouldn't be looking for lunch later. A bowl of mixed fruit as well as a biscuit was his meal, surely no more than a snack.

As they sat again, Adrian eyed how little Vincent was eating, but after having seen him naked, or even just wearing tight clothing, he had no wonder where his figure came from, just as long as he didn't suffer from an eating disorder.

“How have you been the past week, Vincent?” Adrian began, voice warm and polite, stirring cream into his coffee. Vincent noticed his water had arrived, so he drank deeply from it.

“Fine. It's peaceful. Not very eventful.” His answer was terse but he wasn't impolite.

“It's not too boring here is it? It's better if you're with someone you know, but I've been working so I'm not here very much.” Adrian grinned sheepishly, “Though I'm not sure you'd like to hang out with me. I wouldn't blame you after how I acted…. Anyway though, what have you been busying yourself with?” Adrian came off as feeling guilty and even his eyes showed it, but at least he wasn't over apologizing.

“I run, usually in the mornings, sometimes in the evenings as well. I've watched people play pool, I read from the bookshelves,” he said, nodded to the lounge room, one of its walls lined with shelves of books.

“Just taking care of myself.” It wasn't a busy lifestyle. It was slow paced and leisurely, and though he didn't mind it all the time, he didn't want to live that way. He liked having something to do.

“Have you been in the pool or Jacuzzis?” Adrian was buttering an English muffin as he spoke. Vincent shook his head. “I left a swim suit for you. Would you like to accompany me this evening? They're very relaxing, especially when you use bath salts with them. I still have a few I need to use before I leave the lodge this spring.” Vincent's first thought and instinct were to decline, though he didn't voice it. He wouldn't be caught in a Jacuzzi alone, especially with the prospect of those ladies stalking him. Vincent picked at his fruit.

“I don't know.” He sounded hesitant, and glancing at Adrian, the look he received was one of patient expectance. “This woman keeps following me. I seem to have an audience when I run on the treadmill, and this morning one of the ladies approached me.” Adrian's first reaction was darkened, protective looking, a lower extreme of the look he'd seen before in Sephiroth's eyes, but the expression passed and he looked a little amused.

“Although it does seem odd I wouldn't be surprised.” Adrian lowered his voice, dark chocolate hair framing his face. “You do have a nice body. A very muscular frame, even if your face is pretty and you have soft curves.” He'd meant as a compliment, even though he knew he was pushing his luck. Lips pursed at the comment, not liking how his body seemed to be used for eye candy, he sipped his water, taking a small bite out of his biscuit before he was distracted, his mind immediately on a different track when the waiter came up to him and hand him an envelope. It reeked of the lady's perfume that he had been nearly overwhelmed by earlier, and woe and behold, two tables over was that woman. Asking if he could get them anything, as though nothing had just happened, the waiter was excused. Looking at the woman, almost incredulously, Adrian caught the look at glanced furtively at her from the corner of his eye.

“Is that the one then?” he asked softly, to which Vincent nodded, returning to his food. “Well what did she give you, an invitation?”

“I don't know, and I don't care,” he said bitterly, shrugging as he washed out his mouth, suddenly losing his appetite.

Looking at that woman wink, watching him as she slowly sipped her glass of own water, he had the crazy idea to see if he could make her back off. She wasn't a threat, but if she was the persistent type his stay here would be hell. He wouldn't be able to do anything without her following him, granted to consequences of his actions might even be worse. Deciding to take the gamble he looked Adrian square in the eye. Did he really want to ask? No, this wasn't the same Adrian as he thought he knew, and even if the other man took it the wrong way he could always straighten it out by telling him the truth. Yes, this wasn't a big deal at all. As his former boss opened his mouth to ask, Vincent spoke in a soft commanding voice, nearly a whisper.

“Kiss me.” Adrian was taken aback by the request, and though he didn't want to ask, he hesitated, giving him a questioning look. Vincent glanced back at the woman who was watching him curiously, before he leaned forward across the small table. Taking the incentive, Adrian smiled softly before meeting Vincent's lips, still soft and warm the way he remembered them, only this time, shy and hesitant, unlike the hungry ravaging he'd received the last time he kissed him in the bedroom of the ex Turk's apartment.

Vincent wanted to pull back, having regretted his decision to try and subtly blow off the woman, but now he also had doubts. What if she didn't care if Vincent was `gay' or had a `boyfriend?' What if she thought it was sweet instead of gross? Adding a little tongue but stopping them before it got too inappropriate, he pulled back, lips slick. Blushing faintly, Adrian crossing his legs and smiling faintly, trying not to act too elated, Vincent snuck a look at the woman who had turned away, whether in disgust or to make them feel like they had more privacy. She glanced at them, her eyes showing how ruffled she was, her forced smile saying otherwise. Looking around to distract herself, Vincent would be glad to report that she never bothered him again.

“What as that sudden request for?” Adrian asked, interested though the apologetic look said he shouldn't have questioned Vincent's actions.

Not wanting to talk about or mention what he'd just done ever again, Vincent ate in solitude, nibbling his food and keeping his gaze down. Adrian left him in silence a few moments before attempting to get his attention with casual conversation, but even then, he only received terse replies. When they were finished, the blonde haired lady had left already, thankfully, and surely the rumors would be easier to deal with than the lady and her girl friend's pestering and fawning over him all the time. Standing up to leave, Adrian nearly finished as well, the chocolate haired brunette looked up to him with wide blue eyes.

“I should be in the pool room at the Jacuzzi's around 8:30 tonight if you'd like to join me.” He smiled faintly, finishing his muffin and receiving a nod before Vincent quietly walked off, returning to his room to watch the snow and brood, turning over the events and planning how he might escape from the lodge, what he'd be looking forward to in the outside world.

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Resolved to at least go down and talk to Adrian about the whole situation, more or less having forgiven him to the point of decency and being able to not have the need to seek vengeance, he felt the score was even since his former boss had allowed him to stay at the lodge all the time and really hadn't bugged him. Dressed in a plain T shirt and the plain grey swim trunks with a red strip on either side, he shouldered a towel and sandals he was also borrowing before a little reluctantly heading downstairs to the pool area. Going through the locker room to leave his shoes and towel, he entered the large tiled hall, much like the nice bathhouses, drains here and there. It smelled strongly of chlorine and mingling bath soaps. There were several people in Jacuzzi's a few sitting on high risers and talking, reading, watching their children play in the pool. Self consciously assuring himself he was only there to relax, stay warm, and talk, he spotted Adrian in a smaller Jacuzzi, leaning back comfortably, looking quite relaxed.

Softly approaching the tub, the bubbling water gurgling and spitting, it didn't seem he was noticed until after he'd checked the temperature with his hand, and then slipped in. One eye peeked open before blue eyes blinked, a little surprised but pleased to see him. He smiled. Settling himself in the hot temperature, he sat opposite Adrian, only enough room for them to stretch their legs mostly, rather snug together.

“I'm glad to see you came.” Vincent nodded, staying quiet for a long moment, nearly submerging himself entirely below the church water. He had a geyser pounding into his lower back, but it felt really good. He sighed against the scent of lotus blossoms.

“I wanted to talk with you, Adrian.” The brunette perked up before sliding lazily under the water, covering bare shoulders.

“Yes?” Quiet at first, Vincent didn't know what to say.

“Why are you doing this for me?” He looked around, then back to Adrian. “Why all this? Letting me stay at this place, borrowing your clothes, even buying me a new headband,” his brows furrowed at this last part, uncertain whether it was from a smile or a frown.” The younger man bit his lip, running a hand through long tied back hair, playing with his bangs.

“Well….” He took a deep breath before proceeding. “I've felt attracted to you for a long time, but I never knew how to deal with it, really. It was different…. A little unnatural, at least for me, and I couldn't control it because I was attracted to you. I just couldn't help how I felt. So…. I acted more aggressive than I should have been; coming off a long stronger than I should have.” He smiled grimly. “I mean, ladies and one night stands are different, you know? But I'd never fallen for a man, so I acted like a complete ass, and when I had a real wake up call… I mean, I probably could have lost my life, and that's not something I was aiming to do for a long time yet.” Crystal blue eyes looked troubled. His voice grew softer.

“I think I've accepted it now, that I'm still attracted to you, even if it's just on a physical level. I don't expect you to forgive me…..” He looked away, forlorn. “Everything has been confusing for me. I feel like I still haven't grown up enough. At the very least, I would like to make it up to you though, even if letting you stay here is the least I can do. I try to keep busy, because I didn't really think you'd want to be around me that much, especially after everything that's happened.”

Adrian feel silent after that, taking in a long breath, not sure what Vincent would say or think. The brunette might have had a goal, but that didn't mean he wasn't sincere. He really was more attached to Vincent than he thought he might ever be. He felt a little bad for what he was doing, but it wasn't something he should get involved in. Vincent nodded.

“I appreciate your sincerity.” Although he hadn't agreed with Adrian's way of dealing with things, he was still a little young, in his late twenties, if Vincent remembered correctly, not that it ever mattered to him, but they both seemed to be on decent friends. The ex Turk wasn't about to leap into his former boss's arms and kiss and make up, but at they were at an understanding and able to live with and work with each other. Adrian timidly played with the water.

“I could find you another job, if you'd like. I could find one around here, or I know of some highly paying jobs out West. You'd be out of Midgar over there and you'd have easy boarding. Your job would help pay for it.” He sounded eager to please, but Vincent declined.

“Thank you, but no. I still have business to attend to here. I just needed…. Some time away. I should really be going soon.” Hugging his knees to his chest, the smell of soft blossoms inviting him to stay, he looked elsewhere to occupy his attention, not that it should have been awkward to talk about leaving. Adrian nodded.

“Yes, it's understandable.” Sitting in silence for a few moments, they enjoyed the water's massage, the streams of bubbles, roiling and rupturing at the surface.

“Are you okay with this?” the brown haired brunette asked, tucking loose bangs behind his ears. Vincent thought about the question, seriously for a moment, and then nodded slightly.

“Yes, I suppose so. It's not a huge deal for me, but I'm still ready to trust you.” Adrian nodded in acknowledgement once more, looking a little concerned, struggling with an unspoken battle. Since Vincent had put it that way, he wasn't sure if he should ask. Crimson eyes noticing that indecision he looked the other way, as though he hadn't noticed it. Sighing and giving up, Adrian leaned forward, sitting on his knees.

“Could you turn around please?” His voice was gentle, his eyes almost pleading, half reprimanding himself. Vincent eyed him. People could apologize so far, but they didn't need to that much. He supposed it was only an instinct to show he was willing to please and asking forgiveness for anything he did that the other didn't like.

Calmly looking him over he complied, still wary to have him at his back. Hands resting on the end of the tub's side, he glanced over his shoulder to a seemingly relieved Adrian. Feeling gentle fingers move wet ink black hair off his shoulders, warm fingers felt under the collar of his shirt. Fearful, unknowing what his former boss would do, he tensed up.

“Relax. It'll hurt if you're too rigid.” Stroking down the side of Vincent's neck, along the line of his shoulder, it was a slightly firm touch, as though relaying his intentions, and seconds later, Vincent discovered those intentions. He was being given a shoulder massage. Although it did seem a bit odd to him, it was well enough appreciated. The ex Turk couldn't say he'd had a shoulder or neck massage in a long time, if ever he could even remember receiving one. Was Adrian hitting on him, or was he just being nice? Regardless of his motive, it still felt nice.

“You're so tense….” Adrian murmured, working Vincent's muscles lose. “You must have been so stressed out…” His voice was sad and sympathetic, but his fingers made up for it. They worked firmly, but not roughly, strokes smooth and fluid. At length Vincent closed his eyes.

“It'd be better without a shirt,” Adrian said softly as he worked his way down, between Vincent's shoulder blades. He wasn't really trying to imply anything, but he was being honest. Opening his eyes, having unconsciously leaned against the side of the Jacuzzi, his arms used as a pillow, Vincent didn't say anything. He wasn't going to remove his shirt just because his former boss wanted him too. Adrian was the one doing this of his own free will, so he shouldn't be choosey. Arching under the touch when hands found a particularly stubborn spot, he grit his teeth. It didn't really hurt so much as it made him shy from the sensitivity. He shuddered involuntarily when Adrian worked the muscle loose. It felt good. The chocolate haired brunette might not have been a masseuse but he wasn't entirely bad either. Doing his best to work down his back, given the slightly awkward angle, he didn't go too far or give too much, running his hands down Vincent's back, then back up before he withdrew.

Surely pink from the massage and the hot water, Vincent sat a moment before standing, half boiled.

“…..Thank you.” Without another word he stepped out of the Jacuzzi, streaming with water, smelling like lotus blossoms as he headed for the locker room to dry off and retreat to his room.

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Another couple days had passed, and though Vincent had shared a quiet lunch with Adrian once more, he hadn't been busy, aside from his running and taking up a lane in the pool to get back into swimming. He'd read, he'd pondered and brooded, and he avoided the overly friendly people. He thought several times to return to his apartment, but for some reason he just couldn't find the will to trek through the snow all the way back. Sephiroth had to have left by now, but some reason he just didn't want to do anything, and it was only making him lazy. Vincent didn't want to stay at the lodge until spring, so one morning, dressed in the clean clothes he had come in wearing, cape and arm included, grey headband as well, he returned all of Adrian's belongings in a bag outside his door. The ex Turk had eaten well, had rested well, and even gotten his exercise, but now it was time to leave. Not wanting to overstay his welcome and feel like he owed Adrian something in return, he decided early morning when it was snowing lightly to get out and face his problems.

Vincent would return to his apartment, get what he needed and leave it behind for good. He could avoid Sephiroth, if he wanted to relinquish his headband, or he could forget talking to the swordsman and go on with his future plans of becoming employed and finding a decent place to stay. The vampire was down in the lodge's lounging room, the common area, sitting on the padded window ledge, watching it snow. They sky was grey and painted over with clouds, the white fluff continuing to pile up, and for now he was merely biding his time before he'd go trekking out. He knew he shouldn't wait, just in case Sephiroth did still visit, but regardless of what he anticipated, he couldn't predict the actual outcome. So he sat, watching the feather-light flakes drift towards the powdered ground. Feeling the presence of someone approach, standing by his shoulder, he looked up to find Adrian with a cup of tea. Looking grim, though more bittersweet, his former boss said nothing, sipping his tea, and silently acknowledging that Vincent would be leaving.

Lightly touching Vincent's shoulder after he turned to look out the window once more, Adrian smiled softly, noticing that the headband he'd bought for the ex Turk was being put to use. Gently running his fingers through silky black hair, he fancied he felt Vincent shiver, if only slightly, but he couldn't he sure. It was a soft, tender touch, which he repeated, scarcely brushing the skin along a pale neck with his fingertips. Leaning against the window pain, Vincent's breath fogged it up, ruby eyes slowly closing as he allowed Adrian to stroke his hair. Finally sitting up, he threw his propped up leg over the edge, standing and taking a step away from the man he once loathed, and still loathed, though not as vehemently. Never imaging his thoughts would have changed it felt odd to have at least gotten past the point of vengeance. He'd even taken advantage of him! Certainly not owing him an apology, Vincent would at least be polite and say his thanks. Turning he looked up to regard Adrian, only to find a forlorn expression half hidden with chocolate locks gazing out the frosty window. Silent a moment, he looked over that lonely figure. He knew Adrian knew he had to leave, and he knew that he knew he had things that needed to be done, but it still wouldn't change the fact that the younger man really seemed to care for him. Adrian had screwed up big time, and he knew it.

Breathing deeply, he wasn't sure if he had anything to say. This was part of Adrian's punishment, if it could be put that way, so instead of words, he returned the light touch to his shoulder, expression without emotion, almost grim, before he turned to leave. It was a silent thank you, and he knew Adrian understood it, knew he acknowledged and accepted it. With Vincent's back turned, his former boss chanced a sly glance up, smirking wryly. The door closed behind the darkling.

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It was cold. It was colder than he remembered, but maybe that was because he'd spent so much time inside where it was warm, taking long hot showers, boiling himself in a Jacuzzi, enjoying the luxury of a heating unit, plus he'd only gone running in the morning a few times towards the beginning of his stay. He was used to the fireside and the warmth of sweating and exerting heat energy in the work out room. Having had a warm breakfast, light though it was, and mostly tea at that, he was bundled in his usual attire, save his headband was grey instead of red. It didn't entirely match, but he wasn't worried about his aesthetic design. Gun holstered on his hip, tucked away under his cloak, he kept the heavy fabric close to preserve his body heat, knowing he'd get used to it well enough in a short time. Claws clicking metallically now and again, merely out of tension and boredom, he walked swiftly to his old apartment, boots scuffing the snow and soaking the laces. He had mixed feelings towards returning, especially if Sephiroth was indeed there.

Climbing the steps carefully up to the still broken door of his room, snow had blown into the kitchen. Vincent cautiously checked the room for signs of anyone, observing first with sharp eyes. Seeing that nothing had been disturbed, he stepped silently into the apartment, attuned to the slightest noises, wary of any and all presences around him, but he sense nothing. Checking his bedroom, his tiny bathroom and an even smaller closet, noticing his things on the bed, he ignored the pile until he'd checked. There was a trash bag, full of what he presumed to be his clothing, confirming it was when he found empty drawers. A small sack, tied at the end, was full of his savings, not much, and certainly not enough to pay the outrageous rent that was never collected anyway. A note lay on top on of the case he rested his claw in, scripted in Sephiroth's nearly illegible handwriting.

Reading the scrawl, it basically said that the swordsman assumed this was all Vincent would take, since anything else was either too bulky or too worthless to attempt taking and starting another life with. Sephiroth said he'd waited but gotten bored, so he left. The post script was a little disturbing. It read simply, “I'm watching you.” Looking around fervently, feeling paranoid, Vincent balled up the note, took his bag of clothes and his money and headed out. Anything he'd had of value needed replacing anyway; they were simple used and overused because he had them and could not yet afford buying new things. Back in the wintry world of Midgar, he didn't feel safe until he was out of sight of his old apartment, snow lacing his hair like crystalline frosting, jewels of ice that refused to melt on a blanket of ebony. Coins jingling, for he had few bills, Vincent would find shelter somewhere first, some place probably nicer than his junk heap of an apartment, before looking for employment, and eventually maybe face Sephiroth.

After wandering towards the outskirts of Sector 3 he found a suitable nook, sheltered from the brunt of the snow and storms, a small garage built into the side of a long abandoned house. Grungy homeless people probably lived there now, but the garage wasn't bothered with. It was actually relatively warm inside, but after facing the below freezing weather, even a few degrees difference in temperature seemed like a lot. There were shelves of broken parts and tools, grease and oil stains, smears of lubricating jelly. A lacerated tire lay in ribbons over here, the dead battery of a car engine of there, the ripped car seat with stuffing everywhere right next to it. A space was cleared in the back beneath a sawdust covered counter. Setting his clothes there for the time being, he'd see about employment and perhaps finding something to make things more comfortable, like a blanket. Thankfully, most people didn't care what you looked like when you searched for low rate jobs, just as long as you were willing and able.

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Nothing. That's what he'd come up with after searching until sunset: nothing. Either there was too much employment, or no one was searching. Wages were low, but no one was desperate for help, even if there were desperate people looking. Vincent's stomach growled. He hadn't eaten all day, which was no surprise, but after looking through the garbage littered around, he'd gleaned several blankets, or at least parts of blankets, that, after shaking out the dusty, were in decent shape, a hole or two in one of them; he'd also found a magazine with ads in the back, though there wasn't much let to the magazine, just advertisements for products, but it was probably once a porno. At least able to eat snow to stay hydrated, the ex Turk could spend a few days without eating before he'd need to find something. Maybe one of the ads would have something? Crouched atop a mass of snow covered rubble, people milling about not far below, ignoring each other for the most part, he skimmed over the clippings. Most of it was for something he'd never be able to apply for and attain; at least not the higher paying jobs, or else he didn't have the skill for them. Being once a mercenary and body guard of sorts, he wasn't adept in those other areas.

However, as the land grew dark before him, he made out one ad that might be able to help him. Vincent didn't approve of the place it was located, but the job sponsored seemed safe, and was relatively well paying, compared to the other employees who probably made three times as much. It couldn't be helped. Ad in hand, searching out the small shop on the other side of Sector 3 he found it amidst the more well built part of town, better buildings, real restaurants and shops, even cars crawling along the salted streets. Neon signs and billboards, peddlers, and squished between two brick buildings was his brick building, small and cozy. The place was called, `The Lady Bug.' No one seemed to be at front, and after ringing the bell and waiting for a few moments, a lady finally came down. She looked leery, eyeing him, but addressed him all the same.

“How can I help you?” She was an older woman, no doubt the manager, but she was still fairly good looking. Sure, she had age marks, faint wrinkle lines and crow's feet, but even for an older woman, she had modesty for the place she worked in. Her skirt nearly reached her knees, slanted towards the hips, her blouse a clean white, like the snow outside. Her hair was curled, falling in dyed blonde tresses around her neck and shoulders, thin glasses bringing out her chestnut eyes.

“I'm here about your ad for a… secretary?” Vincent said in his soft voice, as politely as he could manage, though not overly friendly.

“Come back to my office, darlin'.” The woman turned in her heels, headed around the front counter, the desk behind, disappearing behind a door to the side. Cigarette in one hand, the woman extinguished it in an ashtray before perching on her desk, indicating a chair before her for Vincent to sit in.

“It's warm enough in here doll, so go ahead and hang up that stifling cloak of yours and let me have a good look at ya.” Although she didn't sound like a well educated woman, she did sound competent and in charge, confident but lenient and womanly in a motherly sense. Doing as he was asked, removing his claw and gun, his gloves as well, he sat down, in all his pale, black clad glory, crimson eyes meeting a soft brown. The lady smiled as she checked him out, making sure she was the material she wanted.

“There ya go. So, you want to be our desk clerk do ya?” Vincent nodded.

“Yes….ma'am,” he replied, a little hesitant as how he should address her.

“Just call me Barbara, darlin'.”

Continuing to look Vincent over, it made him a little nervous to be under such scrutiny, but it wasn't as though she were doing him any harm. Nodding in approval, Barbara stood again.

“Stand for me.” He did so. Looking him she spoke. “So what was your previous employment?”

“I'm an ex Turk courtesy of ShinRa Headquarters.” The woman whistled as she rounded him. It still sent him a little on edge to have people approaching from behind, but he could suppress his trained instincts, though it made him stand a little taller, a little more limber, just in case the unexpected happened. She whistled.

“How'd ya end up outta that joint? That's big money, maybe not always considered to you, but to us folk, it's big bucks! So, what's this job, body guarding mostly, ain't it?” Vincent nodded.

“Yes, though mostly it's doing… missions, running errands, but we're trained for combat, close hand and ranged. We end up with a lot of paper work though, so it's not as glamorous as a lot of people make it out to be. There's really not much honor in it, to tell you the truth. I don't believe there is.” Barbara shrugged.

“Eh, it's your life and I ain't caring whichever way it went a'fore ya got here. You're here now, so we'll deal with it. How about ya people skills, if ya got any? Ya look like the mighty quite type, if I know any better.” Vincent smiled softly on the inside.

“I can work with people, though I do tend to stay to myself more.” The blonde haired lady nodded as though she knew what he meant.

“I'da expected it. Seems you folks who work up at ShinRa one time or another tend to keep to themselves. I don't know what they teach ya up there, but some ya folk gotta learn to be more social. That's ok, so long as you can be polite.” Roaming eyes looked Vincent over one more time. Sitting back on her desk she nodded in indication that she was done looking him over. Pulling a cigarette from behind her ear, hidden by her hair, she lit up, taking a long drag.

“So I'm sure ya know what kinda place this is?” Vincent nodded.

“It's a prostitution house.” The lady smiled, almost laughing, bemused.

“That's one way to put it. Love shack, rack room, `The pussy place.' It goes by plenty other identities, just to name a few. Just as long as you're aware. Some folks come in, don't know what they're getting into.”

Barbara continued to smoke, looking Vincent over as he placidly watched her, nodding his understanding.

“Well, I think other than working on gettin' ya to be more sociable, we can give ya a shot. I'm tired enough with directin' everyone at the front since Susie left.” Vincent smiled, lowering his eyes and bowing his head.

“Thank you.” The woman grinned. She didn't seem to come off as too haughty or strict, but she wasn't a push over either. She knew how to handle herself and she knew what to expect, and Vincent liked that about her.

“Surely darling,' ya look like you're needing some cash.” Barbara laughed shortly. “I'd say ya start tonight, but I'll tell ya what. Come over tomorrow whenever and we'll meet with the girls. I think they'll like ya, but don't mind too much of what they say. Don't need no guy friends exploiting my girls, now.” She smiled broadly again. “Just so long as ya know what you're gettin' into, and ya ain't shy about it, you'll do fine.” A bit surprised he hadn't needed anything else to be accepted, he was wary of the place, though he would surely find it was a good community. The girls that worked there did what they needed to for pay, but Vincent would find they were a good group of girls who didn't want trouble, and Ms. Barbara, as they called her, wouldn't allow her girls to look for trouble.

Getting his things back together, the blonde showed him to the door, leaving him with a smile and a few last words.

“I'll be seein' ya tomorrow and if I don't, I'll be lookin' for ya, darlin'.” She winked and laughed softly, leaving Vincent with high hopes and a good outlook.

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Vincent had only been working at The Lady Bug for over half of a week, but he enjoyed it. It wasn't a big place but it made enough money, and all of the girls seemed fairly popular. The first day when he went back to meet Barbara she was waiting with five of the girl's who worked there nearly full time, one of them a red head, two brunettes, and two dirty blondes. At least having the decency to change his shirt to a white turtle neck, he still wore his cape, since it was freezing. Not saying anything about his apparel, she led him to a café where they could talk and eat. Vincent was shy at first, and though he still didn't talk unless asked a question, he smiled appreciatively and replied enthusiastically. They were a nice bunch. Self conscious of their teasing and giggling, them suggesting he could work as one of the advertising girls, he would become accustomed to it soon enough, albeit Ms. Barbara assured the younger girls she was considering using him for advertising, winking knowingly in her admission.

It was rough at first, but knowing he'd hopefully get paid soon enough, he spent what little he had on meals, eating as sparingly as he could, not as worried about drink with the constant snowfall. It wouldn't be the cleanest, as say, in the mountains, but it was better than nothing and it was readily available. Keeping clean was a little different, and Ms. Barbara agreed to let him use her showers, her understanding the situation, as long as he kept it clean and didn't mind whatever went on. The public showers there were—well, public. Vincent had washed in them several times, glad for the merciful hot water, but he didn't want to overuse them or be polite, especially because he was so new and not yet fitted into the family. His first shower, thankfully, had gone interrupted. A public shower wasn't a big deal since the Turks had them, but he was the only man in the joint, other than a janitor who came by to clean the rooms and change sheets. Every time after that, however, he'd had company.

“Aww Vincent's so cute!” Laura squeaked, grinning as she wandered into the showering area, already naked.

“Cute? He looks like a fucking woman,” Amy joked, though her voice was tainted with jealous bitterness.

“He's pretty.”

“Men aren't supposed to be thatpretty!”

“Why not? He's cute.” Laura smiled at Vincent, and he returned it faintly, blushing a little and keeping his backs to them. He didn't particularly want people to gawk or stare at his body.

“Aw! Vincent's got a boo-boo!” Laura frowned, poking his chest where a long thin scar ran. Pouting a lower lip she sounded like a little kid. She could get annoying, with all the energy she had, but it could be put to good use, or so was the gossip.

“Laura, leave the guy alone, he doesn't need you making fun of him. God!” Amy spat her gum out, turning on the shower closer to the end. Taking the shower next to Vincent—for the bouncy blonde surely needed it—she jumped back with a crying squeak when she was hit with icy cold water.

“Eep!” Amy rolled her eyes, soaking light brown hair until it was plastered in resiliently stubborn curls on her shoulders. Crooning happily when the water turned warm, Laura humming as she lathered one of the several sponges with a fragrant soap, the kind that left Vincent smelling like a flower that night and the next day.

“Viiinceeent!” She looked up with soft doleful eyes. “I can't reach my back….” Sighing softly, forced to turn around, he offered another faint smile that said without words that he'd comply with her wishes. Getting an eyeful as she handed Vincent the sponge, she pivoted, something more like a skip, giggling like a school girl.

The ex Turk ran the soapy sponge down her back, eyes falling over the petite curves of muscles, the beauty marks on her back. She was small, though not tiny, but she had a nice figure, he supposed, if he had bee chasing any kind of woman, but as it was he wasn't chasing anyone, though he still had problems with Sephiroth and Adrian—he was sure. Out of the showers sometime later, dry and warm back from his short break, he sat at the polished wood desk, the stairs above creaking from girls running around and people in rooms having their way with each other. They had a low tech computer to store anything digitally, mostly photos, the rest filed and recalled by hand, such as profiles and wages. Other than getting to know the gals, some more personally than others, becoming more acquainted with the layout of the building and what kind of rooms were where, Vincent also dealt with collecting profiles and backgrounds on girls Ms. Barbara wanted him to look into for possible future employment. It wasn't very hard work, other than learning to be more sociable, and he was good picking out some of the better girls, those that came for the wrong reasons, including men who came to pick up ladies. And so, for a while he was content to work at The Lady's Bug.

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But of course all seasons come to an end, all clocks turn, and all storms have a calm before the brunt of the disastrous event occurs. It was a nice day, the snow having started to melt, turning to slush, the ground turning to mud and puddles of water. Vincent had been doing well, making enough money to scrap together enough for a more decent apartment just down the street of his work place, with heat, running water, and electricity, and after moving in, had enough for things to take care of himself, blankets, hygiene stuffs including detergents and soaps for his clothing, and affordable meals. Things were looking up, and though he wouldn't make the big bucks like even a third class soldier, he was getting by. He had his hair pulled back, wearing a nice blouse Laura insisted on making him wear, and he was politely declining the advances of a young man coming in to seek companionship with one of the ladies, but after setting his sights on Vincent, he apparently spurned to think the pale man was of the male gender.

“I'm sorry sir, but I'm only a desk clerk, but we do have quite a variety of ladies to choose from, if I can interest you. Sydney is one of our newer girls, young and beautiful but not at all inexperienced.” The guy smiled faintly.

"I think I prefer lustrous black hair that I can weave my fingers through...."

"Then I would suggest Crystal," Vincent replied coolly, finding her image in a picture book to show the man. The man smiled thinly, as though amused Vincent would say such things.

"Tell me your name," he grinned charmingly, and the ex Turk replied politely, though with a slightly heated edge.

"Vincent." Apparently this man leaned both ways.

"A beautiful name, but I'd expect no less from a beautiful person. Vincent sighed, leaning back in his seat, arms crossed.

"Please sir, if I can interest you in borrowing a pretty lady for the afternoon, I'll point you in the right direction. I reiterate. I'm a desk clerk; I'm not for sale."

The rather tall man was lean, probably in his late twenties to early thirties, although he still looked young. His slash of a smile was grim, undefeated nonetheless.

"Not an exclusive are you?" he teased, winking, leaning over the desk, hands supporting. Vincent gave the man a look that said he wasn't interested and wasn't going to fall for any bait. Ms. Barbara chose that moment to step out of her office, cigarette on hand. She was wearing a slim red dress, black heels, her hair piled atop her head. Sitting herself on the waist-high counter she crossed her legs, winking.

"You're not flirting with my baby boy now are you? I'm sorry but you must understand I wouldn't let him go for anything, the doll." She sounded like a smothering mother but Vincent had to smile to himself, hidden behind loose bangs as he busied himself with looking through a file, perhaps sorting something. He was grateful for her, especially because he couldn't be violent or crass towards obstinate men who didn't know when to give. At least when women came here either looking for a job or to pick up a girl, if they flirted he was used to it, and usually they gave up when he impressed that he wasn't interested.

Usually busy, his thoughts strayed time and again to Adrian and Sephiroth, usually when he was home by himself. The man gave a slight grin, looking more like a smirk to the brunette than an attempt to be genial.

"I couldn't resist ma'am. Is Ginger ready yet? I called for her a while ago, but she likes to take her time. He winked again, as if he were either the luckiest man on earth or just the dullest.

“Should I ring her?” Vincent asked, and after a moment the guest nodded.

“Please.” Taking a drag of her cigarette, Ms. Barbara smiled, pale slender fingers in mid dial as the woman who owned The Lady's Bug cleared her throat. Ruby eyes glanced up to catch the smile on the man's face, eye directed towards the stairs off to the side and behind the desk. Turning in his chair to look, Ginger descended the stairs in slinky steps, stealthy and fluid, like some large cat, hair curled atop her head, full lips dashed a deep red with lipstick, her slightly chubby figure hugged in a fitting purple top and a black mini skirt. Setting the phone on the hook, purse hanging on the crook of one arm, she was all smiles, purring and dripping syrup as she took the man's arm, promptly directing the man out the door. And that was that.

Ms. Barbara laughed softly in the back of her throat, blowing a smoke ring that dissipated easily is wisps and tendrils of soft grey smoke.

“Just tell me if anything's happenin' that shouldn't be.” She winked at the ex Turk. “Don't let them men get the better of ya, ya hear?” With another soft laugh she put out her cigarette in an ashtray on the desk, leaning over far enough for Vincent to see down her shirt, ruby gaze averted as though he had something better to do, though at the moment nothing came to mind. Carefully stepping up each step in her heels, Ms. Barbara disappeared around the corner, off to visit one of the girls, talk to them or arrange plans or something. For long moments the room was quiet, one of the things Vincent liked. It could get noisy and busy, but other than listening to soft music now and again, the silence was golden. Brushing back loose bangs, Vincent began reordering the pictures in the book to make room for future pictures, when he heard the door open.

Glancing up, he did a double take, wide red eyes meeting wide blue eyes, both rather astonished.

“Vincent.” He sounded pleased, happy even.

“Adrian.” It wasn't as though he expected never to see Adrian again, but he would have avoided meeting him again if he could. Vincent' just wanted to move on from that point in his life.

“You work here?” the brunette asked, approaching the counter and folding his arms as he leaned against the clean polished top. The vampire nodded. Adrian smiled.

“It's really a good place. You get some asses some times, but since this place has moved, the drunks don't come near it as much.” He mused for a minute. Silence permeated the atmosphere for a moment.

“Can I help you?” Vincent asked at length, looking back up to regard the other.

“Mmm I'm waiting for Victoria, actually,” Adrian replied as he looked at his watch. “Just a few minutes early, but knowing women they tend to be late.” Smiling, Adrian leaned back against the counter, watching Vincent busy himself with the photos once more, hair obscuring his face as best it could.

“You look like you've fared well.” Vincent glanced up, nodding.

“It's gotten better.” He paused, deciding to add on instead of seeming to give his former boss the cold shoulder. “I have a better apartment. I know I've only been working here a couple months but, yes, things have been looking up….So far.” Those last words sounded like a warning, telling Adrian not to try approaching him again or trying to start anything. Vincent was a desk clerk, and he'd repeat it as many times as it was necessary in order to get it across. Nodding his approval Adrian waited for another long moment before speaking.

“Have you gotten any new girls lately?” Vincent fixed a picture of Laura kissing a dangerous looking Amy.

“One, a couple weeks ago. Her name is Sandra. Average all around, a pretty face, an enhanced bust. Soft green eyes, curling reddish brown hair, freckles.” He described her, though looking for a picture. They always had at least one, and that was when a girl was allowed to work there. Flipping to the back of the photo album, he found it, turning it around and setting it on the counter for Adrian to look.

Surveying his former boss, he couldn't help but think it was no wonder he'd been so sexually frustrated and straight forward before…. He either couldn't get some, or else he was cheating on someone else, and either way it wasn't a very happy ending. Looking Sandra over with a very serious expression, he nodded before handing the book back, Vincent flipping back to where he was in order to finish his rearrangement. For another few moments they were enveloped in a blanket of silence, the least of which bothered Vincent, though the bright blue gaze piercing him was a bit stifling. Finally, Victoria decided to show up. Down the stairs in a dress short enough—and tight enough—to rip if she so much as leaned forward to sneeze. She had unnatural black hair, straight as a board, and chestnut brown eyes that turned grey now and then, hazel in-between, when her eyes couldn't make up their minds what color to be.

“Ah there you are!”

“Only a couple minutes late.” She grinned, nearing Adrian and smiling shyly at Vincent. She knew him but not very well, but then again she had her own life to attend to, unlike Laura who liked to spend evenings with him, her bubbly personality chatting away, a little overemotional sometimes, but he enjoyed her company most times.

Vincent nodded his acknowledgement, offering a faint smile in return.

“Have a nice afternoon.” Adrian held his eye contact, lips curved in a soft smile, deep blue turning almost to frost with the odd feeling emitted.

“Thank you. I'm sure I'll be seeing you soon.” He blinked. The look was gone, replaced with one of hope and apologies and silent begging. “It would be nice to see you again soon.” Averting his eyes only because he didn't want to keep the staring contest up, Vincent returned once more to his pictures, knowing that if Adrian was a customer here he would see him again, whether he really desired to or not. Not willing to linger and have Victoria wondering what was up, since Adrian hadn't expected to run into Vincent at a prostitution house, he coaxed her out the door, looking over his shoulder and offering a wink before disappearing through the door, but Vincent wasn't bothered to look.

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It was his time to quit, almost three in the morning, but his work didn't usually start until later in the afternoon unless he came in early because he had nothing else interesting to do. Although all the girls stayed at the house most of the times, those that were out usually didn't come back until later the next day, or else they'd bring men to their rooms and just go from there. Locking the front door and tucking the key away, out in the frosty night littered with dying puddles of snow, Vincent had turned out the lights, shut the computer down and locked up the file. Now, he'd be going home to take a hot shower before snuggling up in bed and drifting to sleep until nearly noon….then, he'd go out for brunch and coffee, maybe walk around a bit…..

“Oh! Just in time!” a woman's voice resounded not far to the side of where he stood. Looking up absently in the dim glow of the city's lamps, he spotted a woman rushing towards him. Wondering if he should stay or leave, it didn't really matter, for the lady reached him a second later. She was blonde, her dark roots showing, her bright red lipstick apparent even in the dim lights. The woman seemed familiar. Offering a smile and gently touching his arm, he remember: she was the woman who watching him on the treadmill back in the lodge, the one he thought he'd thrown off by kissing Adrian.

She wasn't here to ask him if he was free for the night, was she? Vincent was a desk clerk dammit!

“I'm glad I just caught you. It was a bit of a surprise I admit, but, here I have something for you. I wanted to make up for approaching you before. It'd been so long but I'd found you by chance and I wanted to be pardoned, so I got something for you.” She spoke, wrapped in a thick fur coat, digging through a large golden purse for something. Retracting her hand a moment later, she held up a bottle, a bath company's label printed on it. It was scented bath oil, something a little flowery, a little woodsy.

“Oh, this company does wonders for you! I'm so glad they could import from Cost De Sol. I know how expensive taxes can be, but anyway, I'm glad I caught you here!” She offered a breathless smile, placing the cool bottle in Vincent's hand. His day had been full of surprises already, and this was just another. Reading the name, simply called `Ocean Waves' he thanked the woman whose smile grew wider.

“I'd really like to take a minute to talk to you longer, but as late as it is, I won't keep you dear.” Winking at him, an action he seemed to attract from people, she said her good byes and her well wishes before departing.

Looking over the bottle on his way to the apartment, not a far walk, he was up the stairs, into his room, the door locked, and the bathroom lights flicked on. It was a light mauve color, a rosy red violet color, but it smelled nice. Not really like the ocean though, maybe the native flowers of Cost De So, but was pleasant and not too girly for him. Not too choosy about what he was given, he decided he'd at least try it. As long as he didn't fall asleep in the tub from relaxation it would be fine. Started the water in his bath, waiting for it to get hot, he stripped, clothes going into a bag for washing later. Preparing everything for his bath, he plugged the small tub, adding a fair amount of the bath oil, he let scented steam wash over his face.

Not far from the building came a man who'd recently learned what had become of Vincent—recently from his last finding a few months ago. He'd waited more than a week for his prey to come to him, whom, he expected probably wouldn't. After checking the apartment only to find Vincent's things missing, he knew he'd either found a permanent location or else a temporary one and was moving to a new one. Neither helped, but after carefully tracking and asking around, he'd heard about one of ShinRa's lodges, and after talking to a few people there, he met a blonde lady. She was a pretty thing, though a bit chatty for her own good, and a little too comfortable around strangers. After the arduous task of convincing her that he was a cousin of Vincent's, and had been desperately looking for him to take in and shelter, the woman said she knew a man, his boyfriend it seemed, that was still there. After hearing Adrian's name pop up, Sephiroth's eyes flashed dangerously, something mistaken for concern perhaps, or even shame. Reassuring him, this blonde woman named Samantha told him Adrian had left only a couple days ago as well, out on business, but she knew where he frequented, a prostitution house.

Thinking quickly he'd asked to meet the woman later, and when he did he handed her a gift.

“Find Adrian at this prostitution house, and tell him to give it to Vincent, since he should know where he is. It's a gift from me, as well as you if you'd like. Vincent is, after all, a little people shy and easily offended. Best make up with him, but see to it this gets to him.” Without so much as a please or thank you he left the flustered woman before she could protest, a bottle of Ocean Wave scented bath oil in her hands. Sephiroth was just outside Vincent's apartment, having found The Lady's Bug, the most popular prostitution house. The swordsman had followed far enough behind him without suspicion at all. Vincent was too safe and comfortable to think anything was up. He'd picked his lock well enough, maybe a scratch the only clue, stealthily sneaking inside when he was sure he could hear water running, if only faintly with his ear pressed to the cold door. Breath sparkling, he closed the door, looking around, in case Vincent decided to stroll about the apartment while waiting for him bath to fill.

The bathroom door was closed, all other lights off. He could hear the bath running, but had Vincent bothered to use the bath oil? He was sure he probably had. Why not? Daring to crack the bathroom door a breath of a hair, he peeked in, the sound of running water obscuring his nearly inaudible sounds. Shifting his view to better see the bathtub in the small room he saw Vincent, sitting comfortably back with his beautiful eyes closed, letting the water wash over him, tinged pink. The bath oil sat on the edge of the tub, a good fifth already used, even if the bottle wasn't that big. Smirking, Sephiroth closed the door. Settling himself on Vincent's bed, he waited. He'd been patient long enough, and Hojo was sure they were almost there, if not there already. They'd see soon enough.