Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Dependance ❯ One-Shot

Title: Dependant

Author: Karou

Rating: PG-13

Series: FFVII

Genre: Romance/Angst

Pairings: Sephiroth/Vincent Vincent/Sephiroth

Warnings: TWT? Shounen-ai, fluff

Summary: While Sephiroth is gone on a training expedition, Vincent muses

Notes: My plot bunnies have evolved into a strange species of rabid plot weasel. In other words, I HAD to write this. So it's probably not going to be consistent.

~* Dependant *~

The first thing I notice is the cold, as it is unusual for me to wake up to this element in the morning now. I have become accustomed to waking up in his arms, feeling warm, protected and loved. Strange to me as well is waking up to an empty bed. Oftentimes, when I would wake up before he did, I would spend infinite time simply watching him sleep. Afraid that I was dreaming, and the slightest move would disturb the beautiful silver-haired vision that opened his arms to me. This morning, however, I'm greeted with no such vision.

Never before did I notice how utterly large and haunting the Mansion is. I had come back here to repent, but Sephiroth would hear nothing of it-he nailed my coffin shut. After much arguing, we somehow settled on living here. The details are sketchy that night…of course, after that night, I'm amazed I can remember my own name. I can remember clearly though, the feel of his hands, the scent of our coupling, and the gentleness that radiated throughout his entire being. The exact negative of his cold demeanor.

I slipped on my coat and started fastening the latches. Yet another thing that has become foreign to me. Whereas I used to wear this garb at all times, Sephiroth had told me he'd much preferred to see my face. After that I had opted to wear my black under-shirt and pants stand-alone. I still keep the Ribbon in. "Half the fun in foreplay is the undressing", of course.

For a while, though, I did wonder if our "relationship" had been based solely on sex. I wondered, but I refused to let myself dwell on the subject. It was far too depressing a thought. That all changed of course when he kissed me. Yes, he had kissed me whenever we had sex, of course. This was a true kiss. His feelings, emotions and thoughts…all conveyed in a way that far surpassed words. The simple gesture erased any and all doubt in my mind. We made love that night. I had woken up cradled in his arms and both of us had taken a liking to being intertwined like that. Our hair splayed under us making it seem as though a blanket of bleeding silver and ebony was draped over the pillows. Shimmering silver hair and glowing green eyes greet me for the first time that morning, and I knew it was a change I'd embrace readily.

Cloud forgave Sephiroth, albeit reluctantly. It was a relief for me, as I had kept strong friendship ties with the little blonde. The rest of AVALANCHE followed suite…although I cannot say I particularly enjoyed Yuffie setting up dates for Sephiroth and myself. It made for a very awkward situation when a restaurant tries to confirm a reservation for a couple whom have no idea as to what's going on. I believe she did it because she needed entertainment. Sephiroth sent her a Nibel Wolf, and she hasn't tried anything of the sort again.

I bypass breakfast this morning. The dining room is far too large for one person to be eating in it. Another observation I had overlooked. All testament to how I have become dependant on the once-god.

I would've liked this building before we consummated our relationship, but as of now it is far too desolate and lonely. This whole house seems to groan with the need for companionship. It knows it's Master is gone, and knows he is not where he should be. I sink to the floor, my back to one of the many graying support beams, and draw my knees to my chest. Sephiroth was always there to keep me warm, even if it was only to make me blush like a love-struck teen again. I never knew how cold everything was. He said he would return soon, three weeks ago, but I cannot help but worry. Not so much for his safety as I do for his Sanity. If he were to try to do something as disastrous as Meteor again, I know for certain that I would not be able to do anything to stop him now. I can do nothing to harm him, even if it is to save him. Not anymore.

"Tired?"

My head flies up from where I had rest it on my arms. "You came back."

Sephiroth laughed. "Of course! I told you I would, didn't I? Have I ever lied to you?"

He hasn't. He won't. I stand up and run to hug him. He doesn't do anything but hold me. He doesn't need to. When I back up a little, he grabs my chin and pulls me into a kiss. I wasn't the only lonely one it seems.

Sephiroth is not relenting. I am not complaining, rather, I am thanking the Gods that I had gotten a long night's worth of rest. I'm sure to need it.

He's back where he belongs, here with me. I depend on him to be here.

He never fails me.

~* Owari *~