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Premonitions II-B: Vincent’s Blues	By : Hippo_and_Friends_with_Benefits Category: Final Fantasy VII > General Views: 993 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hello, Hippo and Friends with Benefits here. This is where you’ll find the complete, uncensored version of Premonitions II. But, instead of sandwiching all the stories together, like I did with the censored version, I kept everything separate. That way, you can follow each story arc, one at a time. The correct chronology is actually Crisis Core, The Long Week of Hell, and then finally Vincent’s Blues.
Premonitions II: Crisis Core
Chapter 1: Vincent's Blues
Monday, January 28, 0008
9:00p.m.
As the party continued, Vincent continued to sit alone in the corner. He looked around the backyard, noticing that everyone seemed to have a bright future. Or even a bright present, for that matter.
Cloud and Tifa would be getting married this Saturday. Reeve already had a husband and daughter. Cid and Shera were together, and he could tell that Barret and Jessie might or might not wind up together as well. That would leave only Red XIII, Yuffie, and himself without anybody. Red XIII, of course, was from another species, and Yuffie was only sixteen; she had a whole life ahead of her.
Unknown to anyone, Vincent was hiding a revolver under all of his garb. His concealed revolver was pointed at his chin, and his finger was on the trigger. Just one little squeeze, and it would all be over. It would not be difficult; he would need to move the trigger only a few millimeters. His life was effectively over; he was more or less dead already. He would not be making much of a difference.
He closed his eyes.
FLASHBACK...
May 2, 1978
Suddenly, he was young again. He was standing in the dark room with stone walls, illuminated only by a window. Looking down, he was no longer wearing his heavy garb, but, instead, a blue suit and tie. His hair felt shorter, and the whole atmosphere felt warmer; he could describe it in one word: alive.
Across from him stood a beautiful young woman. The lab coat gave away the fact she was a scientist, but the gray skirt and blue-violet blouse underneath gave away the fact that she was a woman. And her hair...Vincent could not exactly describe her hair, except for the fact that it was long and brown. The name "Dr. L. Crescent" was stitched in cursive on the right side of her lab coat. It was when he first met her.
He was aware that he had been assigned to protect someone, but had been given few further details. All he had known was that she was a twenty-four-year-old scientist. The first thing he realized was the fact that she was beautiful. He had expected to her to be either a skinny bookworm with glasses or an overweight bookworm with glasses and a pig nose. She was neither.
Still, he had to be as confident and as professional as possible.
"Vincent Valentine, reporting for duty, ma'am," he greeted. "I have been assigned your protection."
Lucrecia gasped.
"No," she muttered, as she immediately broke eye-contact. "Why would they...send his..."
"Excuse me?" Vincent asked, somewhat bewildered.
"I apologize," Lucrecia said. "This is the first time I have ever met anyone from the Turks." She then returned her eyes to his. "Lucrecia Crescent. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Valentine."
She then closed her eyes.
SOMETIME LATER...
July 6, 1978
"Vincent," Lucrecia's gentle voice called him.
He did not respond; he was fast asleep, despite still wearing his suit and sitting laying on the grass.
"Vincent," she repeated, slightly louder.
He still did not rouse; her presence was just so...relaxing.
"Vincent!" she called again, louder than the first two times.
This time, his eyes opened. The first thing he saw were a pair of red heels. He quickly looked up to see the woman they belonged to standing over him.
"Fall asleep here," Lucrecia said, "and you might catch a cold."
Vincent gasped; he could not believe he had fallen asleep on the job.
"Why are you so surprised?" she asked with a smile. "Is my face that hideous?"
"No," he stumbled. "I didn't...I'm sorry."
"And how are you supposed to be my bodyguard if you're up here sleeping?" she asked sternly.
Vincent was about to defend himself, until he noticed that she was concealing something behind her back; she was obviously flirting with him.
"The warm breeze," he began. "I was only going to rest my eyes for a minute."
"Well, I have to admit, the breeze is quite comfortable," Lucrecia pointed out. "However, I think you're in my seat."
"Huh?" asked Vincent, feigning naivety.
Smiling, Lucrecia revealed what she had been concealing; a picnic basket. There was food, and, more importantly, a bottle of champagne.
"Care to join me?" she asked with a smile.
"Of course!" Vincent agreed.
Lucrecia, curiously, did not open the basket; she simply sat and smiled.
Vincent, taking the hint, took her hand and held it in his.
Her smile widened. Then, without warning, she leaned forward and kissed him.
He was somewhat surprised; he had a feeling she would date him if he had asked her out, but he had no idea she was that into him.
"I'm sorry," Lucrecia apologized. "I just couldn't help it."
"Neither can I," Vincent replied before kissing her again.
"Can we get fired for this?" she asked.
"Do you care?"
"No," she laughed before kissing him again.
After a few more kisses and smiles, they settled down and consumed all of the contents of the picnic basket, with one exception.
"We never opened the champagne," Vincent observed.
"Oh yeah," she agreed. "But it is only one in the afternoon."
"It would be a shame to waste it," he said.
Lucrecia looked at him, and smiled. Something had just popped into her mind.
"I have an idea," she suggested.
"What's that?" Vincent asked.
"Why don't we go on a date tonight?" Lucrecia suggested.
"Let's," Vincent agreed with a smile.
"But a tee shirt and jeans one," she added. "We've been dressed up all day."
"Agreed," he replied.
"And if I have a good time, we can have the champagne." She paused, and took his hand again. "Back at my place."
LATER THAT NIGHT...
"I think it's crazy," Lucrecia said as she finished her champagne.
"What?" asked Vincent, as he simultaneously finished his.
"How fast we clicked," she replied as she placed her glass down.
Sure enough, they had gone on the date, and, sure enough, she had had a good time. They were now back at Lucrecia's apartment, sitting together on her sofa.
"And everyone thinks you're still just my bodyguard," she continued. "Wait until they find out we're dating!"
"Would they allow me to continue as your bodyguard?" Vincent asked.
"Do you know how much a scientist makes here?" Lucrecia asked. "You won't have to continue as my bodyguard. I could take care of you!"
He immediately gave her a look.
"Please," Lucrecia dismissed. "I don't believe in gender roles. Did you know most female animals are larger and stronger than the males anyway?"
She then playfully pushed him, causing him to lay on his back. Grinning, she slowly climbed on top of him, pressing her lips hard against his.
Vincent kissed her back, placing his tongue on hers while passionately running his hands up and down her back. Her jeans were already undone, and a naughty idea popped in his mind. Slowly, he reached his right hand under her jeans and panties. He then placed it on the skin of Lucrecia's buttocks, gently sliding it from side to side.
"Oooh, I like that," she purred.
"How does it feel?" Vincent asked.
"Really good," she whispered.
Their lips, and tongues, met once more.
"There's more where this is coming from," he offered.
"No," she replied. "I just want you to hold me."
Vincent gave her an astounded look.
"Come on, I'm shitting you!" she announced as she ripped off her shirt and struggled to take her bra off. "Forget it," she then muttered as she stood up and slipped off her jeans and panties.
She then undid Vincent's pants, allowing his erect manhood to spring to full attention. She slowly slipped his pants and boxers off, and climbed on top of him. Smiling seductively, she lowered herself, allowing his penis to slide gently into her vagina.
Lucrecia let out a moan as she began to ride him, sporadically bending down to kiss him.
She kept her bra, and her glasses, on the entire time.
THE NEXT DAY...
June 7, 1978
After showering together, Vincent and Lucrecia dressed in their work clothes and headed for the Shinra Mansion. Looking back, Vincent had completely forgotten what their mission had been there. But he would never forget what had transpired that day, no matter how hard he tried.
Upon entering the Mansion, Lucrecia paced around the parlor for a few moments before turning to Vincent.
"Can I have five minutes?" she requested.
"For what?" he asked.
In response, she pushed him down on the sofa. She then straddled him, and pressed their lips, and their tongues, together. After a few moments of tongue-kissing, she stopped, and, while catching her breath, unzipped the sides of her skirt, allowing Vincent's hands access to her rear.
"You want it now?" he gasped through the kisses.
"For now, just squeeze my butt," Lucrecia replied as she struggled to breathe. "Someone could be here."
Vincent sighed. He was somewhat disappointed, but he knew that she was right. The moment they heard somebody approaching, they could quickly stop before said person noticed.
The five minutes turned into ten, and then twenty.
Vincent, no longer able to control himself, inserted his finger into Lucrecia's vagina, and began to slide the digit in and out.
"Oh, don't stop!" she hissed as she continued to kiss him.
He continued to finger her, bringing her to orgasm. Finally, after remembering that they had a job to do, Lucrecia stopped the kisses and zipped her skirt back up. She then stood up.
"Sorry," she apologized. "We are at work." She then gently placed her hand on Vincent's cheek. "We'll have some naked time tonight," she assured him. "I promise."
Vincent nodded.
"What are we doing here, anyway?" he asked.
"I'll explain later," she replied. "Right now, just sit tight right here. I have to go to the bathroom."
With that, Lucrecia walked into the foyer and disappeared up the stairs.
Vincent wondered how he had gotten so lucky; this beautiful woman with a six-figure income was crazy about him. She was looking past their differences with the greatest of ease. Waking up to her naked in his arms this morning was quite possibly the most incredible experience he had ever had.
Five minutes went by. Then ten.
Vincent looked into the foyer, and saw no sign of Lucrecia coming down.
"What's taking her so long?" he muttered aloud.
Then fifteen minutes had gone by. Then twenty.
"Something's not right," he said as he stood up. "It's been way to long."
Slowly, he entered the foyer and made his way upstairs. Having been to the Shinra Mansion many times before, he knew the bathroom was upstairs in the east wing. Upon reaching it, he saw the door wide open, with Lucrecia nowhere to be seen.
Where did she go? he thought to himself.
As he turned to search the west wing, he saw something he had never seen before; a good two square yards were missing from the wall. Peering in, Vincent could see a large, cylindrical shaft, with only slanted wooden boards hugging the wall, spiraling downward.
"A secret passage?" he asked aloud.
The next thing that Vincent knew, he was descending the boards, with curiousity pulling him downward, almost as if he was on a leash. He was not sure that Lucrecia was down here, but the simplest explanation was that she was.
"What did curiosity do to that cat?" Vincent asked himself as he reached the bottom.
A tunnel then presented itself. Beyond the tunnel was what Vincent could only describe as an underground laboratory, with books, computers, and equipment that he could not, for the life of himself, figure out their use.
"Who cares?" he answered himself. "Satisfaction brought it back."
He continued to browse the room, and wondered what was so secret about it. He also wondered if he would find what he was really looking for down here.
"Lucrecia?" he called.
There was no answer.
"Hello?" he called again.
There was still no response; perhaps she was not down here after all.
"Anybody here?" he called out once more.
The only response was his own echo.
She's not down here, Vincent thought. But where else could she be?
And then, he spotted it. One of the computer monitors was on. It displayed something that immediately caught his attention. It was some sort of biography that was showing. At the top, there was a picture of a man he had recognized, but had not seen since he had been informed that he had died. He also recognized the name quite well: Grimoire Valentine.
"Father?" Vincent asked aloud.
What the hell is this doing here? he wondered.
And then, suddenly, he realized that he was not alone down here after all.
"Who's...?" called a familiar voice.
Vincent turned to find her approaching him with a nervous look on her face.
"Lucrecia," he began, as calmly as he could. "This file."
What did she know about my father? he thought to himself. And when did she know it?
"It's...it's none of your business!" Lucrecia quickly replied in a defensive tone of voice.
"But it is," Vincent insisted. "Why didn't you tell me you worked with my father?"
And then, Vincent made the fatal mistake in their relationship. He reached out to grab her arm. He had to know everything.
In response, she smacked him.
He quickly backed to a neutral distance. The sting on his arm lingered.
"Stop it!" Lucrecia snapped. "Just stop it!"
"Lucrecia," Vincent softly pleaded.
And then, tears began to form in her eyes.
"I'm sorry," she apologized.
She then took Vincent's arm, and began to gently rub it.
"It was all my fault," she continued.
She rubbed his arm for a few more moments before taking his hands in hers.
"I didn't mean for your father to die," she sobbed. "I couldn't." And then, Lucrecia burst into tears. "I'm so sorry!"
And then, without warning, she let go of him, and darted away.
Vincent stood there, still taking in what had happened.
...END FLASHBACK
Monday, January 28, 0008
9:30 p.m.
And then, Vincent found himself sitting in the present again. Everyone else was chatting away happily, as if nothing was wrong with anyone. It was, indeed, supposed to be a happy occasion; not only were Cloud and Tifa getting married, but they had been given a second chance they never thought they would get.
Slowly, he put the revolver down. He realized he did not want to dampen the festivities. But he did not trust his impulse.
"One of these days, I'll lose it," Vincent said to himself. "I'll pull the trigger."
He stood up, realizing that his depressing state would ultimately be noticed.
"I have to get her back," he said.
It was a new timeline; there would be endless possibilities. New governments and new ideals were forming on all of the continents. Even the people of Round Island had changed. They were embracing new technology, though a "Cult of Sephiroth" was developing.
"She's trapped in a crystal," he continued.
Of course, Cloud and Tifa had been given a second chance after all seemed to have been lost. Compared to being shot in the stomach or turned to dust, being trapped in a crystal was a yawn.
"I'll get her out of there," he said. "I swear it."
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