Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Vincent's Day ❯ Why Does It Bother You? ( Chapter 1 )

AN:

Hello folks, back again this time in a new fandom. This is a continuation of a fic my friend wrote and you should all read first as this will make so much more sense if you do. But it is NC-17 rated so be warned. <a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4017430/1/FLYING_HIGH_Final_Fantasy_7"> ;<font size="3">Flying High <b>(NOT WORKSAFE!!!!)</b></font></a>

 

That said I am posting this in parts as it is much more fun that way, the rest will be up on valentine's day itself. Enjoy!

 

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Why Does It Bother You?

 

Sephiroth was at a loss. The past six months had been somewhat of a rollercoaster. Firstly being bested by Vincent in battle which had been one hell of a shock to his pride and ego for one thing, and then the subsequent imprisonment which had been… eventful. Yes, he had taken his captor as his lover, shed Jenova and her poisonous seduction in the same way that his hair had been cut off. While that had been a necessity under the circumstances he still wasn't sure that he could quite get used to not having that platinum mane falling over his back. But he was getting off track, he needed to think things through, try and figure out why the gunman had become so damned moody recently.

 

He sat on the same window ledge he had when he had returned to Vincent after leaving him. On second thoughts, leaving him after they had just slept together might not have been the wisest of moves but he'd needed to sort out things in his own head, something that was more complicated for him than the average person as he had Jenova in there with him. Yes, Vincent had been slowly bringing him back to sanity during his imprisonment; a slow process that was still going on, though he was now more or less himself again. Though after the way his mind had broken as a result of all the lies he'd been fed, and five years of Jenova's insidious whispers, no-one would be quite the same again. That night he had flown off to try and understand his feelings, what he wanted, make sense of the past that Vincent had revealed to him, a human past. He had chosen to grasp at that past, to try and once again be the man he had once been.

 

Such a decision hadn't been without its problems. It had taken some time for him to be able to be around other people, to remember and in some instances relearn the social skills he'd had, and also build on them as in many cases they fell woefully short. Other barriers had included that on hearing that he was alive and well, some of his former enemies saw this as a severe oversight on Vincent's part and decided to try and correct it. He'd only barely managed to fend of the surprise attack from Cloud before his irate lover had managed to intercede. Admittedly that little situation could have been avoided if Vincent had gone into a little bit more detail when he had revealed to others that he was still in the land of the living. But he had been able to see Vincent's point of view. If this was how they reacted when they found out he was alive, finding out they were lovers was going to cause chaos.

 

It was after both Barrett and Cid had attempted to take his life (both with much less success than Cloud - if he hadn't succeeded what chance did they think they really had?) that Vincent had `persuaded' (at gun point) his former enemies that he no longer planned death and destruction on the whole world, that he was regaining his sanity, and would be staying with him at the former ShinRa mansion. The group were not best pleased, but if Vincent was willing to go as far as to threaten them to protect Sephiroth they figured something had to be in it, that and no-one really wanted to take on an enraged Chaos. They generally gave the pair a wide berth, and over time came to accept that his existence was no longer a threat to humanity. In fact he and Cloud had begun to tentatively talk about Zack, the friend they had shared. Those talks had broken the barriers down and now while he could not claim to be friends with any of the group, the enmity was gone, on all sides.

 

But he was wandering off the point; Vincent and his moods. Well he'd known Vincent to be moody on various occasions, but he had usually been pissing his lover off one way or another, not usually deliberately but nevertheless. It had been building for a few days, but by now Vincent was refusing to leave the mansion, take calls, or even remotely acknowledge the outside world. Suddenly he could see what this was all about, the he was damned if he understood why Vincent should be in such a snit over this. Oh well, now he had figured it out - and felt slightly stupid for not spotting it before - he just had to find out why he was in such a state over something so… trivial.

 

As he walked through the mansion it was clear that Vincent was not anywhere to be found, but he equally knew that he would not have gone out, which left only one place. With a sigh he stepped outside, spread his wing and flew up towards the roof. There was the tell tale flash of red that marked the gunman's mantle. He landed softly beside him in silence as the gunman was sat, right arm resting on his raised right knee, something he did often when he was brooding. Sephiroth sighed quietly. While his social skills had improved somewhat since he and Vincent became lovers, he was still not the type for subtlety and finesse.

 

“So your family name matches a day of the year. I don't understand why it bothers you so much.” He stated with his customary bluntness.

 

This actually drew a chuckle from the dark haired man, his deep gravel filled voice pleasing to Sephiroth ear, though the chuckle surprised him. Considering how negative Vincent's emotions had been these past couple of days, that sound was the last that he was expecting from him.

 

“Put yourself in my shoes, a young man in military training, that surname. My rookie year was one of the worst.”

 

Sephiroth thought about his training years. Yes his had differed from the average cadet, he had been cosseted for more than one reason, partly because of his value to Hojo and ShinRa, but also because the first time another cadet had surprised him as part of a prank he had ended up dead. It had been a reflexive action, but he was stronger than others, and had no real grasp of how deadly his strength was to others, of how unnatural it was compared to that of his peers. Things had changed for him a lot after that, though he had not been blind or deaf to how his fellow cadets were treated. As he rose through the ranks of Soldier he remained immune, but he'd heard the stories. Hell with Zack at his side how could he not? He knew how vicious the pranks could get. He recalled that during his talks with Cloud that the blond recounted an occasion where the Gongagan had managed to swap his shampoo for hair dye and he had been forced to live with green hair for three days until he could get hold of (beg, borrow, bribe, steal or all of the above) the appropriate chemicals to strip the colour out. The memory of Zack made him smile. He turned to Vincent pondering the situation.

 

“So it was rough for you.” He surmised.

 

“Rough?” Vincent actually laughed. “That first year as a cadet I swear I nearly died. I'm not so sure whether it was the embarrassment or the fight I got into in retaliation for the pranks.”

 

“You, you started a fight over it?” Sephiroth asked incredulous.

 

“I was eighteen; I'd only joined up two weeks before, much to the disapproval of my father. We'd argued for weeks before that. I was an angry teenager, what can I say?”

 

Sephiroth chuckled as he tried to imagine Vincent as a teenager. It was an odd image, and he could relate to the anger that must have been running through Vincent when he joined up. He was permanently angry as a teen, torn between the hormonal responses his body was going through, over exaggerated by Hojo's experiments, the mood swings that came with them as well as the usual teenage gawkiness combined with his unnatural level of ability had made his first couple of years in the military harder than average. He knew that angry state well. It was just it was hard to imagine on the gunman, no matter how young he had been.

 

“That fight put me and three others in the medical room in a seriously bad way. I nearly got thrown out for that, except the other two wouldn't hold up the complaint. It earned me a reputation enough to mean that no-one pulled pranks on me for a few months. Then firearms classes started. You can read my record; I was a natural from the start. Hitting nine out of ten shots on the bull's-eye on your first target in your first class in your rookie year… well you can imagine the rumours that ran through the place. I was approached by the Turks within a week and had Veld coaching me for the minimum two years basic training before I was immediately transferred.”

 

Sephiroth nodded, remembering the former head of the ShinRa Administrative Department - otherwise known as Black Ops or more affectionately, the Turks. “They were always on the look out for those they thought would have the makings of a good Turk.”

 

“Same as the other specialist squads.” Vincent agreed. “Okay, I had two years pretty much free and easy, but when I started my specialist training… the Turks were worse than cadets ever were. Reputation counted for nothing, we were all there because we were skilled in one way or another. I managed to get out of the worst of things by starting to sleep with a gun under my pillow. The night I pulled it on another trainee who tried to prank me put a stop to the general everyday stuff though.”

 

“You pulled a gun on him for pulling a prank? A touch of overkill don't you think?”

 

Vincent smirked, an amused sparkle in his eye. “I was a Turk; you expected attempts to assassinate you.”

 

“Even in your training period?” Sephiroth was finding this hard to believe.

 

“I wouldn't have been the first.” Vincent said soberly. “But on the subject of overkill, I think that would have been threatening to take Masamune to President ShinRa when you were in a bad mood.”

 

Sephiroth turned sharply, how had Vincent known about that? Vincent chuckled and Sephiroth knew it wasn't worth asking, he knew that look in his eye, when Vincent wanted to he could secrets from anyone, him included.

 

“Hojo's experiment had a negative effect on my mood, and I didn't know who he was. I was young, feeling sick and a fat man was being obnoxious in my face. Tell me you would have behaved any better.”

 

“No better, I would have put a gun to his head.”

 

Both men chuckled, a small smirk staying on Sephiroth's face. “So you are basically being moody and hiding away from the world because of some old pranks that you stopped?”

 

Vincent shook his head. “That one day of the year any immunity that I built up would go right out of the window. Sure I haven't had to worry about it for a while…” Being asleep in a coffin for thirty years had been one hell of a break. “But now… two words. Yuffie, Tifa.”

 

Sephiroth softened instantly, beginning to understand. He was assured by everyone, Vincent included, that Tifa was a nice enough young woman, but could be a bit of a busybody at best, and with a strong leaning towards anything that could be considered cute and fluffy. Valentine's day was a field day for cute and fluffy. Then there was Yuffie, other over-excitable ninja princess that had a crush on his lover and had done for as long as the others had known her. If he cared about such things Sephiroth might have been bothered that Vincent wouldn't tell the others they were lovers and put an end to her fawning over him, but he knew Vincent had no interest in her, she was far too loud. Vincent had enough issues with dealing with Chaos in the back of his mind permanently. He needed someone who could give him space and quiet, and could quell the beast. Sephiroth needed someone who could give him patience, and yet was strong enough to match him should the need arise. They were a good match.

 

But back to the point, he was starting to see why Vincent hated this holiday and hate it he did or he would not react this way. True, with two women who would kill him with love hearts and cuteness, and guys like Barrett and Cid bound to try and pull pranks on him because of his name, well even he would probably lay low if he was in Vincent's shoes. But that didn't detract, all commercialism aside, from the fact that Valentine's day was a day to do something special with the one you loved. Well in their case it was a tricky subject, one neither raised, not after the promise Sephiroth had wrested from Vincent on his return. It wasn't something they spoke about, but in an unspoken way, one that they both seemed to be unable to admit, they loved each other. Not that anyone else would ever be able to understand that fact, of that he was sure.

 

An odd thought came into his head, that perhaps all Vincent needed was a reason to like this holiday again, though knowing Vincent, convincing him was going to be an issue. He turned to his lover, watching the wind slip through the raven hair, locks being tousled by the breeze.

 

“Well perhaps we should make this year an exception, make sure that you enjoy it.”

 

Vincent looked up at Sephiroth, eyeing him like he had said the unthinkable.

 

“And what would you suggest?” He asked dryly, wondering what Sephiroth was thinking.

 

“I don't know just yet. But I'll think of something.”

 

In a sudden rustle of feather's Vincent found himself alone and confused. Even after six months Sephiroth could still be unreachable and incomprehensible at times. In some ways that was what he loved about the dark angel, that unique mix of deadly strength and childish naïveté. But this meant that Sephiroth was up to something. He wasn't Gaia's greatest General for nothing and he could plan better than anyone he knew when he put his mind to it. But just what would that twisted mind come up with? He wasn't sure whether he should be excited or disturbed. Well as usual he would have to wait and see. When it came to Sephiroth there could be no second guessing. He remained on the roof for a while, feeling the breeze surround him, quieting his soul, letting the issue drop in his mind. There was no use whatsoever thinking about it now. And you never knew, Sephiroth might actually manage to make him enjoy it.