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The Reason	By : butabara Category: Final Fantasy VII > General Views: 729 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Mad props to my beta, Cannibal and Jamie. Thanks, homie!!

I do not own the song lyrics used in this chapter. This song is the property of Avril Lavigne.

Chapter 2

The ride to the wharf was not as terrifying as Jexebel expected. It was actually kind of nice. Jexebel had hesitantly wrapped her arms around Vincent's waist, noting how hard his muscles were and instantly scolding herself for allowing her thoughts to wander in THAT direction. Vincent started the bike and slowly pulled into traffic, obviously trying to make Jexebel more comfortable.

It was . . . nice.

"So how long til we get to the wharf?" Jexebel asked, trying to shout over the wind and the thrum of the bike.

Vincent let go of one of the handles and grasped Jexebel's arm, pulling her tighter against him. This confused her until he tilted his head to the side and shouted back.

"Say that again, I didn't hear you."

Jexebel leaned in close to his ear. Mistake number one.

She inhaled softly preparing to repeat her words. Mistake number two.

Her lips accidentally brushed Vincent's ear as she repeated her question. Strike three, you're out.

First of all: she wasn't entirely okay with getting that close to Vincent, as she already had issues with TRYING not to like him.

Second: he smelled wonderful. It was intoxicating, leading us to the third problem. The fresh, oak-ey smell of his skin went to her head and she wobbled just slightly, causing her lips to brush against his ear when she spoke to him.

She thought about these three issues at the speed of light as she watched the bike swerve suddenly.

Vincent was so shocked at the sudden feel of her silky lips on his skin that he jumped, letting go of the handle completely. The bike swerved to the right, and the lurch brought him back to his senses. He grabbed for the handle and wrenched it back into place. A little too quickly. In a split second, he was rolling on the ground, clutching Jexebel and trying to keep her as safe as possible while listening to the sound of crunching metal as the motorcycle smashed into a passing rock.

The two rolled to a stop, Jexebel gasping for breath. "That," she said, wheezing, "is why I hate those damned things!"

"I'm sorry." Vincent answered. He stood, dusting himself off, and offered a hand to her. She accepted and allowed him to pull her to her feet. "Are you alright?" he asked, giving her a once-over.

"I'm fine." She said, taking a deep breath and looking at the wreckage that used to be Vincent's bike. "What happened?" Spoken almost too innocently.

"I . . . I don't know. That's never happened to me before." 'Doesn't matter that I was distracted!' His brain thought, livid.

'Shut up, brain, it wasn't her fault!' His mouth argued.

'OH! Oh! Now you're DEFENDING her?!' his brain screeched back.

'No! I'm just . . . just . . . defending her. Shut-up.' His mouth finished.

Jexebel watched Vincent as he lost himself in thought. It was obviously a disturbing thought, as the look on his face would change from livid, to flustered, and back again.

"Are YOU alright?" She asked, yanking him away from his internal argument.

He snorted. "Of course I am. I'm a Turk." He replied.

It was Jexebel's turn to snort. "Yeah, and a great one, too. Aren't Turk's supposed to have, like, lightening fast reflexes? I've never heard of a Turk crashing his motorcycle before."

He stared at her incredulously. "You're blaming this on ME?" he asked, appalled.

"Of course I am! You were driving!" Jexebel made that statement as if he should already have known it.

"You're the one who kissed me!" he said. His brain laughed at his stupid mouth's slip. 'Now you've done it.' is snickered.

Jexebel got this look on her face . . . like she wasn't sure if she was embarrassed or pissed.

"I did NOT kiss you!" she squealed.

"Yes you did! I felt your lips on my ear! It was-" his brain took mercy and over-rode his mouth before it could say something embarrassing.

"It was NOT a KISS! I was trying to ask you how close we are to the wharf, and . . . and we hit a bump and my lips ACCIDENTALLY touched you."

"We did NOT hit anything!"

Jexebel scowled at him and turned her back, leaving him to figure out how they were going to get back. It was starting to get cold. At least, that's what he SHOULD have been doing. What he was really doing, however, was trying to figure out WHY in the seven hells he'd just participated in what was quite possibly the most IDIOTIC argument of his life.

'You like her.' a voice in his head observed.

'I do not.' he retorted. 'She is just another woman. She needed someone to show her around and Tifa-'

'Tifa didn't nominate you, so don't even think it. You offered.'

'That's not the point! She could have killed us! She's a disaster!'

'Just because YOU freaked out when her skin touched yours does NOT mean she's a disaster.' The voice was finally identified.

'HEART!' His brain and his mouth screamed silently.

'Present.'

'Go away. You only serve to get us in trouble.'

'Nope. Too late for that. I like her. You do too. She pisses you off and tickles you shitless at the same time. Admit it.'

'NEVER!' Vincent closed his eyes and shook his head at the screamed denial. There was NO WAY he was getting himself into another mess with another woman.

Jexebel huffed her way to a small rock and sat down on it. She stared into nothingness and fought to keep her control.

It wasn't a kiss, really it wasn't. He didn't smell like a god. She hadn't lost herself at all. It was NOT her fault!

'You were way out of line!' A voice in her head startled her. She recovered and fired back.

'What?! HE was the one throwing accusations!'

'It was TOTALLY justified, Jexebel! YOU know that you didn't MEAN to kiss him, but imagine how it must've felt to him?'

'But I-'

'You owe him an apology and you know it.'

'But HE started it!'

'No he didn't, YOU did with your little Turk comment. He's a man, Jex. That was a MAJOR blow to the ego.'

Jexebel sighed. She was right, whoever she was. She stood and turned around. She spied Vincent assessing the damage to his bike. He was muttering to himself, but she couldn't make out what he was saying. She quietly walked behind him, opening her mouth to speak. She was cut off.

"It wasn't a kiss, we hit a bump!" he said in a terrible impression of her voice. "Women and their silly excuses!"

Jexebel heard that. She was instantly angry again. Scratch angry. Try . . . homicidal.

"I'll show you a kiss!" She growled, startling him. He hadn't even heard her approach. She was going to be the death of him. What the hell was his problem? He was a Turk! He should have heard her walking towards him before she even started moving! GODS!

He whirled around to face her a scant second after her threat, and was even more shocked when she grabbed the mantle of his cloak and yanked him towards her.

"What are you d-" he started but was cut short by those same silky lips he remembered smashing against his own.

She kissed him stupid. She forced her tongue past his lips and ran it over his teeth, willing him to cooperate. She pinched him when he didn't respond and at his gasp she slid her tongue victoriously to rub against his own.

His body instantly reacted. He snaked his arms around her and pressed against her, firmly. His traitorous tongue flicked against hers in response to the attention it was receiving. He pulled away to gasp for air, only to moan and dive for her lips again. Their mouths closed around each other again and again. Vincent trailed his hand up her back and grasped a handful of her silky cinnamon colored hair, forcing her lips harder against his.

'He's a really good kisser . . . ' Jexebel thought melting against him and allowing him to ravage her, 'Even better than Milo-oh god!' Jexebel was instantly overcome with grief and embarrassment at the thought of her deceased husband. This was not right. She pushed him away, taking deep, choking breaths.

"I'm sorry, I . . . I need to get back . . . Tifa needs me at the bar and-and . . . Please get us back!" She turned and ran from Vincent, her shoulders shaking as she tried to hold in the sobs.

Vincent was furious. How could he lose it like that? He had more control than that!

'It HAS been a long time . . .' his brain supplied, hopefully.

'Bull. You liked it.' his heart said.

He growled aloud, instantly regretting it when he heard Jexebel let out a soft cry from her position at the rock. He couldn't see her but he knew she was crying.

He pulled out his cell phone and dialed Tseng.

"Tseng." The Wutaian man answered.

"Tseng, it's Vincent. I've had a small accident with my bike. Can you send a chopper? I have a companion with me."

"Alright. I'll send Reno out with the chopper." Tseng replied.

"No, no. Reno was at the bar earlier, he's probable too drunk. Jenkins is in tonight, send him. I'm about two clicks west of the wharf, on the old highway. He'll see us." Vincent supplied.

"Okay. Expect him in five minutes."

Vincent thanked Tseng and closed his phone. He kept himself busy for a few minutes, not quite ready to look at Jexebel yet. He waited until he could hear the gentle buzz of ShinRa's chopper to face her. He turned to look at Jexebel again. She had her back to his and was staring up at the stars. From his position, he could see her profile. There was a single silver streak of wet from the corner of her eye. Her lips moved, and he thanked his years as a Turk for the ability to read them.

"I'm sorry, baby." she said to the sky.

Then Vincent remembered. Her husband.

'Great, Valentine, fall in love with another woman that can't possibly love you back AGAIN.' his brain scolded, then froze as the lights washed over them both.

'Love?'

Vincent sat in the corner of the helicopter brooding. 'I can't love her, I've only known her for two days. One, If you think about it. It's not possible, I don't even know her. At all. She's a complete strang-'

"Thank you again, sir! It was really nice of you to come rescue us!" the woman in question called out to Jenkins over the engine.

"No problem, ma'am. Maybe I'll see you around."

Without even so much as a glance at Vincent, Jexebel jumped out of the chopper and rushed into the bar.

Vincent followed her, but waited outside the bar. He couldn't bring himself to go inside just yet. That is, until he heard Jexebel's voice, smooth, but a bit shaky a few minutes later. He hesitantly slipped inside and stood at the back of the bar, near the stairs.

"I always needed time on my own

I never thought I'd need you there when I cry

And the days feel like years when I'm alone

And the bed where you lie

is made up on your side

When you walk away

I count the steps that you take

Do you see how much I need you right now?

When you're gone

The pieces of my heart are missing you

When you're gone

The face I came to know is missing too

When you're gone

All the words I need to hear to always get me through the day

And make it OK

I miss you

I've never felt this way before

Everything that I do

Reminds me of you

And the clothes you left

they lie on my floor

And they smell just like you

I love the things that you do

When you walk away

I count the steps that you take

Do you see how much I need you right now?

When you're gone

The pieces of my heart are missing you

When you're gone

The face I came to know is missing too

And when you're gone

The words I need to hear to always get me through the day

And make it OK

I miss you

We were made for each other

Out here forever

I know we were

Yeah Yeah

All I ever wanted was for you to know

Everything I do I give my heart and soul

I can hardly breathe, I need to feel you here with me

Yeah

When you're gone

The pieces of my heart are missing you

When you're gone

The face I came to know is missing too

When you're gone

The words I need to hear will always get me through the day

And make it OK

I miss you."

Jexebel bowed her head and sniffled. "I'm sorry." She said into the microphone. She dropped it and jumped from the stage, rushing past Vincent and flying up the stairs. He heard her door slam a few seconds later and sighed heavily.

Tifa raced up to follow her, and he heard Jexebel's door open and close once more.

Vincent turned away from the stage and made his way to his room.

He went to bed feeling like the slimiest snake in the deepest pit of Gaia.

A.N. - I realize that the kiss was HER fault. I don't want anyone to be confused over this. Don't worry, I'll get to that. Anyways - What do you think of chapter 2? Please Review!
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