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Warning: This fanfiction contains shounen-ai/yaoi contents, in
other words, male/male relationship. If you find the said contents disturbing,
I suggest you leave this page immediately. You�ve been warned, so please don�t
flame me about that. (Also it�s un-beta-ed.)

Pairing: Vincent/Sephiroth. Minor Zack/Cloud.

Note: Firstly, I�ve to thank you for the reviews in the last
chapter. And as for this chapter, it�s, as promised, longer than the prologue
although it didn�t come out as what I first planned to write. But with me,
things change a lot with planning and really writing, so�yeah, I�m a bad
planner, admitted without doubt. XP

Chapter I: Yesterday�s Whisper

Reflection of the crescent
moon in the black water rippled, blurring away as the ebony ship, whose name
was damned to the deepest of the deep flaming abyss, sailed past, bringing
along with it the scent of pure despair that words alone couldn�t accurately
deciphered. The accurse name of the ship itself was so vivid; painted all in
crimson-red�just like the color of blood. Yet, as the enormous vessel silently
sailed the calm ocean, the night seemed to grow old so quickly as if the ship
itself was the demon that brought the darkness to the earth.

Night wind wheezed softly,
playing livelily with the vessel�s ragged sails, sending the tattered hems
flying. The topmast flag also danced and waved on its on accord.

Red-wine eyes stared
unblinkingly past the veil of darkness that stretched itself before him. Off into
the distance, he could make out a glimpse of lights where it came from the
city�s living residence. Unlike the tall lighthouse, where he had to avoid
being detected by, those little lights were a welcomed sign.

As the ship finally came
close enough to the shore, it was pulled to a halt and properly anchored�its
monstrous form looming over the sandy beach like a blanket of threatening shadow
that seemed so difficult to penetrate. And from the shadow emerged another
shadow. Red-wine eyes scanned the area to make sure it was devoid of occupants.
When seeing none, the owner of such extraordinary eyes swiftly leapt into the
thick gathering of trees, blending into the perfect shade of the night with one
destination set in his mind:

The Royal Palace.

��

Finding the way to sneak in
was nothing hard, for he had known this place like the back of his hand,
remembered it not with just his brain but with the whole of his heart...even
the musty smell of the old barracks�now used instead as jails�where faint trace
of yesterday�s ginger ale was still lingering seemed more than just familiar�

The light was dim, just like
always and the sound of footsteps of the nightly patrol could be heard from the
distance. Some of the old chandeliers hung loosely from its chain, slightly
swaying like a pushed pendulum�the rusty chains made soft clinking sounds as
they suspended from the high ceiling.

Being here indeed brings
back old memories�

Closing his eyes, even for a
brief moment, flashes of memories so long beyond years resurfaced in his mind,
haunting him like some undying ghosts from the past�one of them
being�himself.

He remembered being here the
first time�when the barracks were still barracks, where soldiers and hired
mercenaries sat, drinking and laughing and telling stories over their
spicy-sweet liquors.

�It was just a day before he
first met her.

�Hey, well done, Joe. It�s my shift now.
Go home and have some decent sleep with your dear sweet Susie. I heard
something big is coming up for tomorrow. Oh, and tell Susie, I say hi.�

The pirate�s eyes snapped
open, hearing another guard come to change for the nightly watch.

�Thanks, Graham. I�ll tell
Susie you call her �sweet�.�

�Jesus, no! I was just
kidding, ya know!�

The pirate watched from his
careful perch on the good chandelier as the two guards busied themselves in
their friendly conversation. This was just too easy.

�Aye, aye. Just go home,
alright? Good night and the end. Go!�

And when they weren�t paying
attention, the red eyed-man, making as less noise as possible, swung from the
chandelier, hoisting himself up�his dark red cloak flapping�toward the second
storey where he knew would lead him out of the barracks toward the Palace�s
mural great hall.

For a moment, he was sure one
of the still awake prisoners saw him yet he did nothing about it, for the
prisoner himself knew it clearly to his heart; whatever he said would never be
enough to free him from his tomorrow�s fate.

��

�You�re still awake?� asked a
quite-astonished female voice as its speaker carefully swung the door to the
great library open�a blazing lantern dangling in one of her small hands. The
brown haired-maiden was clad already in a flowery pink night gown yet she
didn�t forget to put the plain maroon coat on, knowing it was more proper
wandering out of her chamber in such inappropriate hour.

�Lady Gainsborough.� The
General greeted, looking up from the yellow paged-book, which topped the tall
pile of many other books on the lacquered desk, he was reading.

�Aeris.� The brown
haired-female insisted as she placed her lantern down on the nearby desk,
folding her delicate arms across her chest. �There�re just the two of us. No
need to be formal, you know.�

The long haired-man merely
raised one elegant silver brow at her in response.

�Oh, come on, Sephiroth!�
Aeris huffed, placing her hands on her hips. �If you want to act so cold toward
your �little sister�, then fine! Be like that!� She then stuck her tongue out
at him.

�Now, that is not a way a
fine lady should behave, Lady Gainsborough,� came a chilled-to-the-core reply.

Aeris gave him a sinister
dead glare�or at least tried to. Yet for such a sweet being, to manage such a
very-close-but-not-quite glare was an attempt worth worshipping and being paid
a bazillion.

The General sighed.

�Fine, then, Aeris. What are
you doing here?�

The young maiden�s pout then
turned into a sweet smile, which turned into a grin as she approached the
silver haired-man on the chair behind the lacquered desk�her slippers rustling
against the grayish marble floor. �And what keeps the almighty General away
from his beautiful sleep?� She asked, leaning over�her hands behind her back�to
look at the page he was reading. The text was written so close together�awfully
tangled�and she had to squint to understand what it said.

�Pirate�s tales?� She asked,
emerald eyes widening in surprise. �I thought you were doing some kind of big
research here.�

�A research, it is.�
Sephiroth said and he would stop at that if it wasn�t for the look his �little
sister� was giving him. �I have got an order to capture Vincent Valentine for
the sentence of his deeds.�

�Vincent Valentine?� Aeris
gasped, eyes widening even more. �That�s�� She stared at him, then at the book
before shaking her head. �Who ordered this?�

�The order is directly from
Shinra himself.� The General said, seeing Aeris frown. �But I think Hoj�my
father had more than just a hand in this�� The man then grew quiet as he seemed
to be pondering about something; even the look in his glowing eyes seemed so
distant as if his thought was anywhere but here. And Aeris knew better than to
question him any further as she too grew quiet, watching him intently.

Eventually, when the silence
peak the bleakest�even the dancing flame in Aeris� lantern seemed to dim�the
General spoke up in his usual deep voice, startling the girl out of her trance.
�So�can you tell me now what you are doing here, Aeris?�

She looked at him, blinking
innocently. �It�s natural for the sister to be worried about her own brother.�

Sephiroth returned her his
gaze, standing up to his full towering height. �Now that your business is over,
shall I escort you back to your chamber?�

It was more of a statement
than a question as a minute later, Aeris found herself being dragged by an arm
out of the great library without having any good chance of protesting.

��

The air outside was quite
chilly and Aeris had to pull her maroon coat more tightly around her while her
companion didn�t seem to have a problem at all. Yet despite the unpleasant
coldness, as they walked down the frescoed hall, the ringing sound of laughter
could be heard echoing from the above floor. And instantly, the brown
haired-maiden was reminded of tonight�s play.

�Sounds like a very good
play. This is not fair!� She suddenly spoke up when another wave of laughter
resounded through the hall. �Why aren�t we women invited?� She sulked for a
little while before finally, a thought occurred to her and she stopped walking.
�Sephiroth, you have a ticket, right?� She looked up at him hopefully. �Since
you are not going��

�The content of the play
isn�t suitable for ladies, Aeris.� Sephiroth immediately cut in, knowing
exactly what she was thinking.

�Oh, come on! It�s not like
it�s going to hurt, is it?� She persisted.

Sephiroth gave her a stern
look. �I thought you were out looking for me.�

Aeris halted�before giving
him a sheepish grin.

The General�s glare became
even more piercing, signifying the end of their conversation to the dismay of
the brown haired-girl and he, without a word, resumed to �escort� the
Gainsborough maiden back to her place.

�Make sure the lady stay in
her chamber the rest of the night.� He told the two guards standing on each
side of the chamber doorway.

�Sir, yes, sir.� The two
guards did a salute, thumping their long spears on the floor simultaneously at
once to indicate that the order was going to be strictly followed.

As the silver haired-man
turned his back on the lady�s chamber door and walked a good ten feet away, he
swore he could still hear the girl�s voice demanding her leave to the two
unmoving guards. Of course, the two guards wouldn�t let her pass. Still� the
General shook his head. His little sister was just too stubborn.

��

His footsteps came to a
sudden halt�even the slightest of the thumping sound of his leather boots
ceased�as electric green eyes, narrowing, abruptly darted toward the ceiling.
Cat-like pupils grew wide as he tried to penetrate what was concealed behind
the stretching curtain of darkness. And a glimpse of something gold and shiny
was the first thing that caught his attention.

�What business does an
uninvited rat have in this old palace that he deems ignorant, especially in
such an untimely hour of the night?�

In one fluid movement, the
legendary sword, Masamune was out of its sheath. There was a flash of silver
and�in a blink; the sword was pressed against the flesh of his enemy�s throat�

�Very sharp,� came a deep
voice, which sounded so smooth and calm as if he was having the upper hand of
this dangerous encounter.

�The intruder was standing
behind him with gun also pointed at the nape of his neck.

The silver haired-man twisted
his weapon a little, so that the reflection if the man behind was shown on the
blade of Masamune. It was a pale man with long tousled hair the color of
midnight-black and eyes the color of blood�the color same as his cape.
Unmistakably�

�You�� The feature of this
man was vividly described in the books he had read, in the stories he had
heard. It was all too obvious, all too easy as if it was an unbelievable lie.
�You are Vincent Valentine.�

��You don�t seem so surprise,
General Sephiroth.�

�What do you want?�

�I would like your
cooperation.�

The silver haired-man raised
an eyebrow. The other man�s tone was surprisingly polite. Yet, Sephiroth was
not an amateur at the art of deception and he knew better than to let outer
appearance, let alone the enemy�s politeness, fool him. So he just waited in silence
for the red eyed-man to deliberate his purpose.

Cat-like green eyes narrowed
slightly as he gazed at the reflection, meeting squarely without any trace of
fear the other�s red, red eyes.

��

Her eyes�

It was her eyes that he saw
in the cold reflection. Different in shape and color yet it was her eyes all
the same. Her eyes�her nose�her lips� It was painful. So painful just to will
the itching of his no-more-human hand not to touch those flowing silvery
threads just to feel if they were as soft as those brown he had long before
felt.

He had raided, he had killed,
he had assassinated.

He had sinned.

But what kind of punishment
could be at the same time sweet and torturing as this?

Lucrecia�

Even their hair smelled the
same�sweet and intoxicating like wine and cherry. How he�d love to inch closer
and savor himself in that nostalgic fragrance that reminded him of his fresher
days�those days before he had lost, had been stolen away everything�

�I would like you to come
with me.� The very same thing he had said years before escaped his lips once
again.

In the reflection, he saw
another reflection and that reflection was her.

�What if I refuse?� The words
formed from those very same pair of lips.

It is�yet it isn�t you.

It was and it wasn�t, for the
answer was the total opposite.

Real but wasn�t real. Heard
but wasn�t heard.

Like a whisper of yesterday
that was so faint�and became just nothingness the second�minute�and day
after.

��Then, Lady Gainsborough will
have to board my ship instead.�

Swiftly, the enraged General
swept his sword in one neat, deadly arc. Had his opponent had his agility and
stealth only a level lower, he would certainly have lost his head.

With a swish of his red cape,
the legendary pirate managed to dodge the fatal blow, leaving only a clean cut
on the right side of his neck where the sharp blade tore the thick fabric. Yet,
before the raven haired-pirate�s first droplet of blood could even touched the
floor, the deep wound began to close and in no time, it was healed,
completely.

��What are you?� The silver
haired-man demanded slowly, fixing his gaze intently on the other man.

The raven haired-man shifted
his gaze toward his metal arm for one brief moment before meeting the other
man�s electric green eyes.

�My name, General, is all I
have.�

And there was no any other
word.

The General closed his eyes�silver
brows creased�as he considered his options; his grip on the Masamune didn�t
loosen, though. And soon everything receded into sheer silence but the echoing
laughter of those enjoying the play ringing from the higher floor.

Never-tiring slivers
delivered the weak light from the crescent moon through the window-like slits
of the lonely hallway, blessing the quiet two with such gentle caresses that
seemed to erase every trace of ferociousness any of them possessed. For one
moment, the cursed red eyed-man considered walking closer to the unmoving form,
wanting nothing than to just touch�and feel.

Yet he refrained and stayed
still. For he knew after this break of silence, the shadow of the woman he
loved would be there no more.

And when the sound of distant
laughter faded, the silence was also ended, for the General finally spoke up.
His words; filled with pride and arrogance, still, rang clear into the aging night�not
even one syllable was amiss.

�I am to board your ship.�

��

In her bed chamber, the sweet
Lady Gainsborough was busy tying all the clothes she had in the room altogether
into one extremely long rope, humming a soft tune to herself at her own
brilliant idea. There was no way she was going to be a caged princess in the
tower now that she had figured the way out. Now�all she had to do was find a
few more pieces of clothes and everything would be perfect.

TBC

Actually, I planned to write
a longer chapter than this but I feel like stopping here, so yes, I stopped
here. It�s an Alternate Universe but still, I want to keep them in characters
as much as possible but saying is easy but doing is quite hard, especially with
Sephiroth (since there�s very little information of what he�s like before he
went insane). I hope they aren�t too OOC.

Anyway, comments and reviews
would still and always be more than just welcomed. :)
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