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Pairing: Sephiroth/Cloud

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Chapter 28: Chaos
Broken and charred glass crunched
loudly underneath Hojo�s shoes, as the scientist
limped unsteadily around his destroyed incubation lab, his eyes taking in with
disbelief of the utter devastation that had been caused by the explosions and
the ensuing fires. �Of the thirty-six
viable embryos that had been his life work, only three had survived Sephiroth�s
madness.
Hojo nervously made his way over to the cold storage area,
where he had kept at least two dozen or so embryos tucked away safely.� But to his dismay, he found
that even those precious samples were gone as well, destroyed along with
everything else.� He felt his emotions
getting the better of him.
Sephiroth had done this!
No, Hojo
reasoned with himself, he couldn�t place all the blame of this disaster on his
number one. �It had all been the fault of
that blasted boy, Cloud Strife�he had
been the one that had made Sephiroth lose control. He was the one who had turned
the General against everything Hojo had wanted him to
believe in. �Sephiroth was now a loose
canon. The tight hold Sephiroth had over his emotions gone and there was no way
to judge his mental stability. If Hojo was openly
honest with himself, he would estimate that Sephiroth would lay waste to
whatever place or city he came across�killing everything.
Wanting to have total control over
the silver haired boy for the entirety of his life had been the main reason for
Hojo getting Valentine and Lucrecia
out of the picture all those years ago. He hadn�t wanted any �outside�
interference messing with his experiment. Sephiroth had been the only one of
his kind in existence, ever. �No other, since
before he was born or after, had ever come close to what Hojo
had achieved with his prize specimen. The other test subjects that the
scientist had nurtured had either died, or had been born with some type of defect,
and thus had to be destroyed.
Sephiroth, his one true
masterpiece, was nothing short of perfection.
And now, Hojo
thought in alarm, looking around at the devastation of the lab, all of his hard,
careful planning had been for naught. �Everything
that had been meticulously planned and plotted down to the last detail was
gone. Every single record that had ever been made had been completely wiped
out.
And all because of that
boy!
The knowledge of discovering that
Sephiroth was having sexual relations with the cadet had been easy to dismiss
at first.� Hojo
had no worries that the General would soon tire of the pretty young boy. �But their on-going affair had somehow morphed
into something that went well beyond the norm of a relationship.
The professor concluded to himself
that it had more to do with the Jenova cells that
resided inside both the boy and Sephiroth, than any real physical attraction.
Hojo really did not have it within his capability to understand
that Cloud and the General were simply�in love�and that the Jenova
cells implanted within them, had merely cemented their bond.��
oOoOoOo
Nothing!
Absolutely nothing had been
reported back to Hojo by the lower ranked SOLDIERs ordered with discovering the whereabouts of the boy
and the General. �Hojo
knew he should never have entrusted such an important task on such an
incompetent body of imbeciles.
In a fit of rage, the professor
picked up and threw an intact beaker across the lab, where the now shattered pieces
fell and rested along with other debris on top of the broken equipment it had
struck against.
A little calmed at this wanton act
of destruction, Hojo went and stood in front of the three
large stasis chambers, staring at all that remained of his precious embryos.
The read out on the tanks beeped in sync with the tiny heart beats.
Their read outs showed they were
already at forty-two points of life. If the accelerated growth process continued
at its current level, the scientist predicted that the three life forms would
surpass the boy�s infant by at least fifteen years when they were released from
the tubes. Then, if they had inherited Sephiroth�s intellect and skill, they
could be trained within two years, maybe in even a shorter period, provided
that they had also inherited the boy�s capacity to learn quickly.
Then he would crush Shin-Ra.
Then he would take over the
world��...
�Excuse me, sir?�
Hojo was pulled abruptly from his musings by the arrival of a
nervous looking subordinate.
�What is it? Can�t you see I�m busy?�
Hojo growled at him, causing the other man to look
even more nervous.
�We�..we spotted one of the two
targets,� the private reported, terror written all over his face. This was not
the news that the scientist would be happy to hear. He wanted both men found,
not just the one.� But the news, however
unpleasant to deliver, had gained the professor�s attention.
�Hm.� �Hojo adjusted the
circular glasses on his long narrow nose, before peering over the top of them,
searching the face of the man that stood before him. �Which one?� he asked.
�Sephiroth, sir.� But�. but he�s not
alone, sir.� There is someone else with
him, that isn�t the other target.�
�And you have identified this
other person with him, yes?�
�No sir; not yet but�� The private
trailed off, unsure of how the professor was reacting to the information.
However, he continued with his verbal report, knowing he couldn�t leave until
everything had been told, and the situation explained.� �� we couldn�t find
any information, sir; here you better take a look at this.� The lower ranked
SOLDIER thrust a mini-viewing monitor into Hojo�s
hands. �This is the last visual transmission we have, sir. It was received from
the air chopper pursuing unit,� he explained.
Hojo silently watched the three minute video clip. �Then he re-wound it, and played it back
through again. A greasy smile prominently showed on his face as he stared in
fascination at the recorded images. He pressed the paused button on a flawless
up-close head shot of�
Vincent Valentine��.
So��his failed experiment was
freed from his tomb. �He had somehow survived
the gunshot wound that Hojo had given him. And, judging
by how he looked in the short video, the tampering that the scientist had done with
his body�s molecular structure showed that the long dark haired man hadn�t aged
a day since Hojo had dropped his supposedly dead body
into the coffin that was to contain him.
But Hojo
wasn�t stupid. He knew that the bitch, Dr. Lucrecia, had done something else to the boy, something that he couldn�t
put his finger on, unless the research report that he had read in the woman�s lab
was true. Having gone through the doctor�s research notes, Hojo
had read about the existence of an entity named Chaos. He had heard stories of
course, surrounding the beast, but he had never believed them to be true. Hojo didn�t believe in fairy stories. He based all his
findings on fact. �
But now, seeing the dark haired
man alive and well, it would appear then that maybe there was some truth
in the report.� And if that was the case,
then he would need to acquire Valentine back for further testing.
�Proceed with caution,� he
instructed the waiting private. �Both men are armed, and both of them are
extremely dangerous.�
As the man turned to hurry from
the room with his new orders, Hojo called out after
him.
�I want both of them brought to me�alive.�
oOoOoOo

Two days�
Two long days had passed, and still
Sephiroth lay unconscious and unresponsive�well, not entirely unresponsive. The
General had come around several times for a few moments, each time calling out
for Cloud and trying to push himself up onto his feet. �Vincent had had to restrain his son, forcing
him to rest back upon the floor, lest the sudden movements that the silver
haired man had made re-opened the gaping wounds that were taking time to heal.
Sephiroth�s body was riddled with
bullet holes. And it was some of these wounds that were causing concern to
Vincent, as they were proving slow in closing. The bullets had finally been
forced back out through their entry points, and although some of the holes were
mending nicely, Vincent was still worried that others were taking too long to
seal over.� He was also anxious because Sephiroth
appeared to be in pain, but because he was not coherent long enough to get an
accurate assessment, Vincent could do nothing for his son except keep him safe,
and try to make him as comfortable as possible. While Sephiroth�s body was in its
deep healing sleep, the ex-Turk knew that was about as much as he could do.
Sitting on the floor of the
derelict and ramshackle cabin that he had stumbled across in their escape from
their pursers, Vincent let the fingers of his ungloved hand caress through the
flowing silver locks, as he gazed down onto his child�s face and thought again
of how close he had come to losing him.
After leaving the wooded area near
the Shin-Ra complex, Vincent had run as fast as he could, carrying the heavy
burden of Sephiroth over his shoulder.�
He had felt his son�s life blood trickling away, soaking into his own clothes,
making the fabric stick to Vincent�s skin. He had listened to the labored
breathing in his ear, hearing it get weaker and fainter. And he had known that
he had to find somewhere safe to tend to his son�.and soon.
Coming upon the lone and empty cabin
in a small clearing had been a godsend, and Vincent had blessed each and every
one of them as he�d kicked open the crooked door and stepped over the
threshold.� He had carefully lain
Sephiroth down on the dirt covered floor, and proceeded to evaluate how badly
hurt he was.
After a quick but thorough
examination, Vincent realized that their situation was dire at best. He needed
Cid to come and pick them up in the Sherra, so that
Sephiroth could get proper care and attention, but the gunman didn�t have a
cell phone to let the pilot know where they were.�
Vincent shook his head in regret.
His lover had offered so many times to get him one in case of emergencies, and
Vincent had always declined, saying that it would never be needed. Now he
wished desperately that he had accepted the offer.� A search through Sephiroth�s pockets had
revealed his son�s mobile had been shot to pieces, and so now here they were,
with no way of getting in touch with Cid or any of the others.
Sighing loudly, Vincent�s posture
dropped a little. His shoulders sagged, and his tired head lowered down towards
his chin. He missed his lover terribly. His body ached to feel the pressure of Cid
pushing up against him. His skin yearned to tingle again, as the pilot�s mouth
engulfed his hard erect manhood.� And
Vincent wanted more than anything to bend the willing blond over a table or any
durable surface, and thrust with fervor into the writhing body beneath him.
Shaking himself, Vincent cleared
his mind. It wouldn�t do for him to be distracted at a crucial time like this. He
needed to remain focused, alert. Both his ardor, and his arousal, would have to
wait until he and his son were safe.
Thinking of Sephiroth, the ex-Turk
looked back again at the prone form that was stretched out near the redundant
fire place. Vincent had earlier inspected the flue, and had found it to be
completely blocked up.� Luckily, some moth
eaten, thread bare blankets had been discarded in a cupboard, and Vincent had
used them to cover Sephiroth, their meager weight providing at least some
warmth for him.
Seeing that his son still sleeping
and unmoving, Vincent brushed the silver hair one more time back from Sephiroth�s
sweaty brow, and stood to stretch out his own cramped muscles, pacing the one
roomed cabin from end to end, his attention all the while attuned to the
sleeping man�s every breath, every heartbeat.
Finally, he went and stood quietly
by the window, letting his eyes admire the majestic beauty of the trees and
surrounding bushes outside for a moment, before turning his glance back into
the room, and keeping up the constant vigil of Sephiroth.� Vincent himself had had little to no sleep in
the last forty-two hours, and he had to keep forcing his eyelids to remain
open.
Casting his gaze back out through the
dirty window pane, trying to find something interesting to take his mind off of
sleep, the ex-Turk did a double take. He could have sworn that he saw a small movement
just beyond the furthest trees that made up the property�s over-grown boarder.
Vincent stayed absolutely still
and watched for several minutes, his fingers digging into the soft rotting wood
of the windowsill, his red eyes searching back and forth. But nothing moved. Nothing
stirred. Vincent convinced himself that it must have been a leaf falling from a
tree, or a small bird or animal that had caught his attention.� Either that, or else it were just his eyes
playing tricks on him.
Or so he thought, until Chaos
bristled. But the warning from the beast came too late.
A small button sized hole was made
in the glass, as a dart passed through and struck Vincent in the chest. He
staggered back away from the window, quickly pulling out the tranquillizing
needle�but just as quickly as the first dart had struck him, two more missiles
hit him dead center in the chest, and all in the space of a few scant seconds.
Vincent tore these also from his body, throwing them with distain down to the
floor, his anger rising.� He wanted to
but run out and tear the enemy limb from limb. But he could already feel the
potency of whatever the darts had contained taking effect on him.
Although he tried to fight off the
lethargy that was swiftly overtaking him, the gunman finally succumbed to the
drug as yet another dart followed through the window, and he slumped to the
floor in a heap. Chaos roared for his host not to fall asleep, to keep trying
to resist the pull of the slumber that was claiming Vincent, but the creature
was losing the battle to remain awake too.
The last thing that Vincent saw,
before he closed his eyes in unconsciousness, was several armed men entering
the tiny cabin, their weapons drawn and ready to be fired.
oOoOoOo
Crying�
The low mewling crying instantly awoke
Cloud from his deep sleep. His precious angel was awake, and was in need of his
attention. �He spent a few moments lying
in the warm bed, rubbing at his tired eyes and stifling a gaping yawn.
Motherhood was proving to be quite a daunting task.
The crying began slowly escalating
in decibels, the tiny voice becoming high pitched and shrill, as Cloud�s
daughter called for his attention in the only way she knew how.�
The racket the tiny baby was
beginning to make prompted Cloud to move faster to prevent her from waking all
the others on-board, and he hastily kicked his feet free from the bedding and eased
himself carefully out of the bed. He was still a little sore from the act of childbirth,
and the subsequent stitches he had received as a consequence.
Paddling softly over to the crib
in his bare feet, Cloud hissed in pain as his swollen chest brushed up against
the fabric of his nightwear, letting him know it was feeing time again. �But first he wanted to make sure his little
jewel was clean, dried and comfortable, and so he picked her up gently and
placed her carefully on the special baby changing mat that Tifa
had gifted to him.�
Even though his daughter kept up
her grizzling cry, Cloud proceeded to remove the
small soiled diaper, and used pre-wetted wipes to wash her clean, before
powdering her down and placing a fresh diaper and baby wear back on her. �
Picking the still softly crying infant
up, Cloud kissed her nose before taking her back across the room to his bed, and
settling down on the mattress with her snuggled up in the crook of one of his
arms.�
Fumbling one handed with the
buttons on his nightshirt, Cloud parted the item of clothing and exposed one of
his engorged breasts, lifting his daughter up and offering her the leaking
nipple.� Her dainty nose seemed to sniff
the scent of her mother�s milk and her crying instantly stopped, her mouth
seeking for, and latching onto, the source of goodness.� Greedily, she started to suckle.
Staring down at his baby as he fed
her, Cloud�s thoughts drifted to Sephiroth, as they always did when he gazed
upon her silver head. Moisture gathered in his eyes as he pined for his
husband, and his heart felt heavy with his yearning.� Sephiroth had missed out on so much in the
last two days since their child�s birth. Already she was showing little signs
of her own developing character, and her daddy was missing it.
��Oh, sweet, Gaia!
Where are you, Seph?�
The first of many tears started to
fall silently, as Cloud nursed and rocked his newborn infant.
oOoOoOo
The first thing he saw when he
opened his eyes was people, strange people, scurrying around outside of the
water-filled environment that he was aimless floating around in like ants in a
colony, mindlessly carrying out the work of the drone in charge without �even asking questions. �Six men and three women, all of them wearing
white lab coats, and all of them busy measuring gauges and taking notes, as
dutiful soldiers were supposed to do.
He hated these people.
One of the men detached himself from the others, and he walked over to the tank with
a pronounced limp in his gait. As he approached nearer, the man adjusted the
glasses on his nose that covered weak eyes, and a smile appeared that didn�t
sit right on his face. Raising a hand, he rapped on the glass, gaining the full
attention of the man inside.
�I see that you�re awake,� he said
loudly, slowly. �You have caused quite a bit of damage, and have cost me many
years worth of work. But I will overlook these misdemeanors, if you tell me
where the boy is?�
Brilliant emerald cat-like orbs
narrowed in confusion��..Boy? What boy?
oOo TBC oOo
A/N: Well, how was that? We�re
dying to find out. So, what do you think happened with Vincent and Sephiroth?
Is Cloud ever going to see his husband again? Don�t know? Well, stay tuned for
the next chapter.
Mitts & ArchNemesis
oOoOo Teaser for Chapter 29 oOoOo
�I don�t want Hojo
near me! I will consider him a threat to me and my staff.�
�You can�t threaten one of the
board members, Tseng, for the simple fact that you hate the man,� Rufus
countered.
�You don�t see it, sir. He is on
the verge of staging a coup de tat��
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