Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Crimson and Violet Expressions ❯ Chapter 1
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Yaoimaster 
The introduction, the chemistry, the rivalry, the beggining of the beginning
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.11.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 368 | Status: Completed
The introduction, the chemistry, the rivalry, the beggining of the beginning
Non Anime: Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 04.11.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.3K | Visits: 368 | Status: Completed
Crimson and Violet Expressions
Disclaimer - The authors of this 'masterpiece' are sincerely wishing they had the power to affect the world of Final Fantasy but they do not so they will wither away into the depths of their disclaimed fanfiction
AN - After a long time of thinking this over we have found that there are a lot of technical errors in our story compared to the actual timeline of the FFVII story so we know this could never work, but this is fanfiction so just enjoy.
Zack - 18
Vincent - 17
Cloud - 16
Crimson and Violet Expressions
Chapter 1
ShinRa Academy was the latest addition that the biggest power company in Midgar had given to the community. ShinRa was so widely depended on in the world that it had more influence than any government.
- - -
"Welcome to your final year of education at ShinRa Academy. This year will determine where you head in the ShinRa family, as the door to your education is closing and the door to your careers is opening. Many of you will go on to be Soldiers, Researchers, Scientists, Bodyguards and there will be 8 openings in the high security syndicate created just this year that has been given the codename The Turks."
Many heads looked up from the sea of bored students and a sort of hush fell over the crowd.
The drone of the lecturer was heard again but this time people were listening attentively. "There will be no room for failure if you wish to apply for one of these 8 positions."
Excited whispers filled the room as the old man standing at the podium asked if there were any questions.
A lone hand rose above the crowd. "Yes?" The lecturer inquired.
"Excuse me Sir, but I believe you left out the vital career of unemployment." A few laughs were heard in the vast lecture hall.
"Fortunately for you, Zack," The teacher replied, "We have janitor positions available all over Midgar for you special people." The room was dead silent except for the snort of a young raven haired boy sitting in the front row.
The class was dismissed a few moments later and the wild haired Zack and his usual pack of disciples headed straight to the laugher of the teacher's tasteless joke. The shorter boy was waiting for the teacher wanting to ask a question.
"Hey Princess! Thought that was pretty funny didn't ya? Well that just shows you need to get a life beyond your books and..." he paused and looked for something else to add onto his sentence. "your shiny hair!" Zack reached a hand up and messed up the other teenager's hair.
Before the other student could retaliate the lecturer stepped in. "Gentlemen, that is quite enough. I won't have any of this in my presence. Zack you shouldn't tease Mr Valentine, you are a leader of this academy and you must show the younger students that you can be a role model."
Zack shrugged. "Whatever." He said blankly to the professor and gave Vincent a dirty look as him and his troupe turned away, the leader with his ever present girlfriend attached to his arm.
- - -
Vincent got back to his dorm and lay on his bed. He had gotten what he requested. A private room that could be a quiet sanctuary for him. His timetable had already been delivered and he held the white sheet of paper to the light and read it carefully as he subconsciously patted down his hair.
- - -
The first class of the year started the next morning. He had taken all of the prerequisite courses he needed to get into the Turks, not because he had a passion to join, but because he always aimed the highest and more often than not topped everything he did.
"Listen Up!! Thankyou... Combat class this year will be taken up a notch from last year. You will be physically and mentally pushing yourself to the limit and I will not only expect, but demand you give me your full potential. If you aren't willing to agree to these terms than I advise you change into a class like Caring for Chocobos and all things cute and cuddly."
The strong woman, their combat teacher spelled out her conditions and kept a wonderful silence over the students as she did it.
Vincent looked around from his mat on the gym floor to see who was in his class. No one that gave him any trouble was there and he felt a little more relaxed. As the class swung into motion the teacher instructed her students to pair off. Vincent stood there not knowing what to do as he had not yet found a partner. He felt a sharp jab in his back and whirled around to come face to face with none other than Zack.
Vincent's deep crimson eyes looked at his new sparring partner. It was the first time that Vincent had actually taken a close look at his classmate. He took in Zack's unruly black hair and his radiant, violet eyes, the strong chin with a cocky smirk on his face. Vincent looked down to Zack's broad shoulders and his thick, muscular arms, gleaming from whatever previous 'training' he was doing before...
The teacher wandered over to them. "I'm soooo glad Zack, that you have blessed us all here today with your presence. Even if you are 20 minutes late."
He replied, flashing his white teeth in a grin. "Only for you, Miss." He winked and Vincent shuddered in disgust as the teacher told him not to let it happen again.
The teacher wandered back to the centre of the group to give her instructions. While she was walking, Zack shot his partner an antagonistic glare.
"You are to work on practicing the Chudan Uke defensive stance while keeping your balance and altering your centre of gravity as best as you can. Your partner will attack using any of the striking techniques previously covered in classes. And remember, this is training so do NOT hurt your partner. I do NOT want to see any blood or broken bones."
Zack looked at Vincent and smirked. He moved into the defensive stance and nodded at Vincent letting him know to strike.
Vincent reared back in preparation for his kick, and then thrust his foot in the direction of Zack. When Vincent's foot connected with his partner's forearm, Zack let out a barely audible moan.
"Oh Vincent... Do that again." He whispered sensually. Vincent scowled angrily and gritted his teeth. Zack flashed his grin again, but this time in Vincent's direction.
"Good blocking Zack!" The teacher yelled out from across the gym. "Now swap over with your partner."
Vincent took up the stance and waited for Zack to begin as he centred himself as best as he could. Zack came out of nowhere with a kick to the leg and a harsh punch in between his shoulder blades, as he twisted around. Vincent fell to the ground, fuming more than feeling the pain Zack caused him.
The teacher came rushing over and Zack was behind her back, grinning like a mad man.
"Shit man, sorry, I didn't mean to hit you 'that' hard." A few people who were gathered around snickered. Zack offered his hand in assistance. The red eyed teen ignored it and stood up on his own.
The teacher turned to Zack, "I told you to be careful. Don't let it happen again."
Vincent did not retaliate in any way until the end of the lesson when his enemy's guard was at its lowest. He slammed the door on Zack, crushing his fingers in the process. From that point on, they were sworn enemies in a never ending battle of pain and humiliation.
Later, in the last few hours of the night, when everyone was sleeping, Vincent was walking through the dimly lit corridors, his bare feet moving swiftly across the industrial carpet. His wet hair smelled fresh and clean from the shower he had just taken.
His tight tank top revealed his slim frame and he wore loose fitting and comfortable pants and carried his uniform, draped over his forearm and a white towel hanging around his neck. With only a short distance remaining to his room, Vincent noticed a lone figure leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest.
On closer examination, the lone figure was an unaccompanied Zack. When Vincent realised this he bowed his head and quickened his pace, he thought he was going to pass Zack without any incident until he felt strong hands pin his shoulders up against the wall. One hand moved up to Vincent's throat while the other hand, with bandaged fingers was placed on the wall above Vincent's left shoulder.
In a subconscious move he dropped his clothes and put a hand up to the other boy's wrist and tugged lightly at the hand around his neck. Zack leaned in, closely and slowly towards Vincent's ear. Vincent felt the coarse stubble and hot skin of Zack's jaw against his own.
"Zack..." The red eyed teenager uttered, shocked, under his breath and bit his bottom lip. The bigger man whispered in Vincent's ear, his hot breath on the boy's neck and his lips lightly brushing against the other boy's earlobe.
"You try anything again and you'd better watch your back." He pushed himself roughly off of Vincent and walked away. Vincent picked up his uniform and shivering slightly, walked back to his dorm room.
Vincent found that later that week he did have one class where Zack was not present. The reading and interpreting of body language was the easy way of putting the class into a category. It was by far the subject that gave the most work but with no pressure on him, Vincent excelled magnificently. He sucked up the information like a sponge that had been deprived of water for some time.
Every lesson of this class, Vincent looked forward to because he enjoyed the stimulus material and he liked the way his balding teacher told the class to go out and use their new skills and knowledge to find out more about what is happening around them.
- - -
It was a good few months into the semester and the war between Zack and Vincent was raging violently right under the teacher's nose and the first time that Vincent showed a crack in his barrier came on a rather uneventful Tuesday at lunch time.
Zack was carrying a tray of good old fashioned processed cafeteria junk in a watery sauce when he walked passed Vincent who was sitting alone at a table staring intently at his laptop computer with a beige folder on the table next to it. Zack 'tripped' and the 'food' splattered all over the short haired 17 year old.
Instead of swearing or resorting to violence in return, a silent fury welled in Vincent and he shoved his laptop into his arms and roughly grabbed the folder and stormed out without a word, not knowing about the few sheets of paper that fell out onto the ground.
- - -
Vincent walked into his magical theory class and walked over to his usual seat against the wall in the middle row, oblivious to the audible snickers and taunts of the other students.
Zack approached Vincent's desk with something behind his back and then as he reached it, he thrust 2 pieces of paper onto the desk. The black, bold titles read words such as 'Silently Screaming Homosexuality' and 'Find out for yourself'.
"But-" Vincent protested weakly but couldn't finish his sentence as a pink blush crept into his cheeks. He couldn't just tell them it was an extra credit assignment for his body language course because no one would believe him.
"Feeling lonely are we?" Zack talked loud enough for the whole class to hear and Vincent sank in his seat with a glare fixated on his smooth face.
- - -
No one treated Vincent the same after that incident so he became more of a recluse by spending almost all the spare time he had in the library researching and studying.
Sitting in a study booth at the library about 2 weeks after the magical theory class, Vincent heard a familiar whining voice. It was Zack's girlfriend Lily talking to her best friend about Zack.
"He seems disgusted by me now. He doesn't want me to hug him even."
"Are you serious? You guys seem so perfect for each other."
"You know what?" Lily said. "He tells me he doesn't want to have sex until he's married. You've seen how much of a flirt he is, haven’t you?"
"Um, who hasn't? It's hard to believe that those words came out of his mouth."
Vincent sat for a moment thinking about what he had just overheard. Then on impulse he rummaged through his bag and pulled out a tattered beige folder.
Disclaimer - The authors of this 'masterpiece' are sincerely wishing they had the power to affect the world of Final Fantasy but they do not so they will wither away into the depths of their disclaimed fanfiction
AN - After a long time of thinking this over we have found that there are a lot of technical errors in our story compared to the actual timeline of the FFVII story so we know this could never work, but this is fanfiction so just enjoy.
Zack - 18
Vincent - 17
Cloud - 16
Crimson and Violet Expressions
Chapter 1
ShinRa Academy was the latest addition that the biggest power company in Midgar had given to the community. ShinRa was so widely depended on in the world that it had more influence than any government.
- - -
"Welcome to your final year of education at ShinRa Academy. This year will determine where you head in the ShinRa family, as the door to your education is closing and the door to your careers is opening. Many of you will go on to be Soldiers, Researchers, Scientists, Bodyguards and there will be 8 openings in the high security syndicate created just this year that has been given the codename The Turks."
Many heads looked up from the sea of bored students and a sort of hush fell over the crowd.
The drone of the lecturer was heard again but this time people were listening attentively. "There will be no room for failure if you wish to apply for one of these 8 positions."
Excited whispers filled the room as the old man standing at the podium asked if there were any questions.
A lone hand rose above the crowd. "Yes?" The lecturer inquired.
"Excuse me Sir, but I believe you left out the vital career of unemployment." A few laughs were heard in the vast lecture hall.
"Fortunately for you, Zack," The teacher replied, "We have janitor positions available all over Midgar for you special people." The room was dead silent except for the snort of a young raven haired boy sitting in the front row.
The class was dismissed a few moments later and the wild haired Zack and his usual pack of disciples headed straight to the laugher of the teacher's tasteless joke. The shorter boy was waiting for the teacher wanting to ask a question.
"Hey Princess! Thought that was pretty funny didn't ya? Well that just shows you need to get a life beyond your books and..." he paused and looked for something else to add onto his sentence. "your shiny hair!" Zack reached a hand up and messed up the other teenager's hair.
Before the other student could retaliate the lecturer stepped in. "Gentlemen, that is quite enough. I won't have any of this in my presence. Zack you shouldn't tease Mr Valentine, you are a leader of this academy and you must show the younger students that you can be a role model."
Zack shrugged. "Whatever." He said blankly to the professor and gave Vincent a dirty look as him and his troupe turned away, the leader with his ever present girlfriend attached to his arm.
- - -
Vincent got back to his dorm and lay on his bed. He had gotten what he requested. A private room that could be a quiet sanctuary for him. His timetable had already been delivered and he held the white sheet of paper to the light and read it carefully as he subconsciously patted down his hair.
- - -
The first class of the year started the next morning. He had taken all of the prerequisite courses he needed to get into the Turks, not because he had a passion to join, but because he always aimed the highest and more often than not topped everything he did.
"Listen Up!! Thankyou... Combat class this year will be taken up a notch from last year. You will be physically and mentally pushing yourself to the limit and I will not only expect, but demand you give me your full potential. If you aren't willing to agree to these terms than I advise you change into a class like Caring for Chocobos and all things cute and cuddly."
The strong woman, their combat teacher spelled out her conditions and kept a wonderful silence over the students as she did it.
Vincent looked around from his mat on the gym floor to see who was in his class. No one that gave him any trouble was there and he felt a little more relaxed. As the class swung into motion the teacher instructed her students to pair off. Vincent stood there not knowing what to do as he had not yet found a partner. He felt a sharp jab in his back and whirled around to come face to face with none other than Zack.
Vincent's deep crimson eyes looked at his new sparring partner. It was the first time that Vincent had actually taken a close look at his classmate. He took in Zack's unruly black hair and his radiant, violet eyes, the strong chin with a cocky smirk on his face. Vincent looked down to Zack's broad shoulders and his thick, muscular arms, gleaming from whatever previous 'training' he was doing before...
The teacher wandered over to them. "I'm soooo glad Zack, that you have blessed us all here today with your presence. Even if you are 20 minutes late."
He replied, flashing his white teeth in a grin. "Only for you, Miss." He winked and Vincent shuddered in disgust as the teacher told him not to let it happen again.
The teacher wandered back to the centre of the group to give her instructions. While she was walking, Zack shot his partner an antagonistic glare.
"You are to work on practicing the Chudan Uke defensive stance while keeping your balance and altering your centre of gravity as best as you can. Your partner will attack using any of the striking techniques previously covered in classes. And remember, this is training so do NOT hurt your partner. I do NOT want to see any blood or broken bones."
Zack looked at Vincent and smirked. He moved into the defensive stance and nodded at Vincent letting him know to strike.
Vincent reared back in preparation for his kick, and then thrust his foot in the direction of Zack. When Vincent's foot connected with his partner's forearm, Zack let out a barely audible moan.
"Oh Vincent... Do that again." He whispered sensually. Vincent scowled angrily and gritted his teeth. Zack flashed his grin again, but this time in Vincent's direction.
"Good blocking Zack!" The teacher yelled out from across the gym. "Now swap over with your partner."
Vincent took up the stance and waited for Zack to begin as he centred himself as best as he could. Zack came out of nowhere with a kick to the leg and a harsh punch in between his shoulder blades, as he twisted around. Vincent fell to the ground, fuming more than feeling the pain Zack caused him.
The teacher came rushing over and Zack was behind her back, grinning like a mad man.
"Shit man, sorry, I didn't mean to hit you 'that' hard." A few people who were gathered around snickered. Zack offered his hand in assistance. The red eyed teen ignored it and stood up on his own.
The teacher turned to Zack, "I told you to be careful. Don't let it happen again."
Vincent did not retaliate in any way until the end of the lesson when his enemy's guard was at its lowest. He slammed the door on Zack, crushing his fingers in the process. From that point on, they were sworn enemies in a never ending battle of pain and humiliation.
Later, in the last few hours of the night, when everyone was sleeping, Vincent was walking through the dimly lit corridors, his bare feet moving swiftly across the industrial carpet. His wet hair smelled fresh and clean from the shower he had just taken.
His tight tank top revealed his slim frame and he wore loose fitting and comfortable pants and carried his uniform, draped over his forearm and a white towel hanging around his neck. With only a short distance remaining to his room, Vincent noticed a lone figure leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest.
On closer examination, the lone figure was an unaccompanied Zack. When Vincent realised this he bowed his head and quickened his pace, he thought he was going to pass Zack without any incident until he felt strong hands pin his shoulders up against the wall. One hand moved up to Vincent's throat while the other hand, with bandaged fingers was placed on the wall above Vincent's left shoulder.
In a subconscious move he dropped his clothes and put a hand up to the other boy's wrist and tugged lightly at the hand around his neck. Zack leaned in, closely and slowly towards Vincent's ear. Vincent felt the coarse stubble and hot skin of Zack's jaw against his own.
"Zack..." The red eyed teenager uttered, shocked, under his breath and bit his bottom lip. The bigger man whispered in Vincent's ear, his hot breath on the boy's neck and his lips lightly brushing against the other boy's earlobe.
"You try anything again and you'd better watch your back." He pushed himself roughly off of Vincent and walked away. Vincent picked up his uniform and shivering slightly, walked back to his dorm room.
Vincent found that later that week he did have one class where Zack was not present. The reading and interpreting of body language was the easy way of putting the class into a category. It was by far the subject that gave the most work but with no pressure on him, Vincent excelled magnificently. He sucked up the information like a sponge that had been deprived of water for some time.
Every lesson of this class, Vincent looked forward to because he enjoyed the stimulus material and he liked the way his balding teacher told the class to go out and use their new skills and knowledge to find out more about what is happening around them.
- - -
It was a good few months into the semester and the war between Zack and Vincent was raging violently right under the teacher's nose and the first time that Vincent showed a crack in his barrier came on a rather uneventful Tuesday at lunch time.
Zack was carrying a tray of good old fashioned processed cafeteria junk in a watery sauce when he walked passed Vincent who was sitting alone at a table staring intently at his laptop computer with a beige folder on the table next to it. Zack 'tripped' and the 'food' splattered all over the short haired 17 year old.
Instead of swearing or resorting to violence in return, a silent fury welled in Vincent and he shoved his laptop into his arms and roughly grabbed the folder and stormed out without a word, not knowing about the few sheets of paper that fell out onto the ground.
- - -
Vincent walked into his magical theory class and walked over to his usual seat against the wall in the middle row, oblivious to the audible snickers and taunts of the other students.
Zack approached Vincent's desk with something behind his back and then as he reached it, he thrust 2 pieces of paper onto the desk. The black, bold titles read words such as 'Silently Screaming Homosexuality' and 'Find out for yourself'.
"But-" Vincent protested weakly but couldn't finish his sentence as a pink blush crept into his cheeks. He couldn't just tell them it was an extra credit assignment for his body language course because no one would believe him.
"Feeling lonely are we?" Zack talked loud enough for the whole class to hear and Vincent sank in his seat with a glare fixated on his smooth face.
- - -
No one treated Vincent the same after that incident so he became more of a recluse by spending almost all the spare time he had in the library researching and studying.
Sitting in a study booth at the library about 2 weeks after the magical theory class, Vincent heard a familiar whining voice. It was Zack's girlfriend Lily talking to her best friend about Zack.
"He seems disgusted by me now. He doesn't want me to hug him even."
"Are you serious? You guys seem so perfect for each other."
"You know what?" Lily said. "He tells me he doesn't want to have sex until he's married. You've seen how much of a flirt he is, haven’t you?"
"Um, who hasn't? It's hard to believe that those words came out of his mouth."
Vincent sat for a moment thinking about what he had just overheard. Then on impulse he rummaged through his bag and pulled out a tattered beige folder.