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Chapter
32: Breakout
Broken
and shattered glass, small pieces of twisted and mangled metal and other debris,
as well as liquid goo, was being swept carefully into
the middle of the lab, where an embedded drain in the centre of the floor
allowed it all to be washed away. The trash made a sloshing noise every time
the mop was pushed forward, the cloth covered head scrapping up against the wrecked
pieces of laboratory equipment that was scattered all around.
�This fucking bites!� a lab tech grumbled under his breath.
He was annoyed that he had been ordered from his microscope to come and join in
with the clean up operation. This was the work of a janitor, not the job of a
budding scientist.
�The
professor is gonna have a conniption fit over this
shit,� he commented, his remark made to no one in particular. Sighing heavily,
he dunked the mop he was holding back into the bucket that had once been filled
with hot soapy clear water. Now, after just a few minutes, the water had turned
dirty and murky from the viscous mako that had been
spilled everywhere.
�Don�t
remind me,� another technician said. Standing off to one side, this man was
busily and hastily wiping off the computer stations and exam tables. He
scrubbed hard to remove some of the tougher stains, the dark and greasy marks
being stubborn and resistant. The muscles in his arms and hands ached,
unaccustomed to such hard manual labour.
A
third man was scrapping bits and pieces of ripped and torn flesh from off a
near-by surface, making a valiant attempt not to throw-up. His face was
scrunched, and his eyes were glassing over as he felt his insides heaving, felt
the food he had eaten not an hour before entering the lab, threatening to make
a return journey upwards. In a last attempt to keep the contents of his stomach
contained, he took his eyes off the blood and gore, and gazed about the room.
The
laboratory was almost completely and utterly, destroyed.
There
was not a single test-tube left un-shattered. Not a single vial or phial left
intact. Trays that had once held scissors and swab pads were now dented and
twisted, and scalpels and tweezers were littered upon the floor. Deep indented
claw marks peppered the walls in a sporadic pattern, and the almost heaving man
allowed his eyes to follow the trail downwards, even though he knew where they
led. A body, partially lying behind a large containment tank, was covered over
with a white sheet.
Spilled
blood had already soaked through the material, making a gaudy pattern of
swirling red that outlined the still form beneath. The first one�s to find the
remains had identified them as belonging to Stevens, Hojo�s
young assistant. His torso had been so badly mangled beyond recognition, that
the only clue towards his identity had been the broken name badge still
attached to the lab coat.
Finding
his head on the opposite side of the room, had confirmed the identification.
Whatever
had escaped from the now decimated tank had taken the boy completely by
surprise, as his young face was frozen forever in a peaceful pose. His dead eyes,
still half opened, looked downward. He had probably been reviewing the stats on
the now blood covered clipboard that lay next to his body, when he had suddenly
and violently been attacked. He hadn�t stood a chance, and he had never known
what had hit him, which was just as well. No one should have to see death
coming.
The
doors of the lab automatically slid open, giving access to Professor Hojo, his pace brisk and businesslike. The technicians
stopped their cleanup operation as they nervously watched the scientist survey
the damage, watched him take a stance next to the decapitated head, staring
down at it dispassionately.
�Where
is the specimen from the tank?� Hojo asked as calmly
as his temper would allow him to do, lifting his face up, peering through the
lens of his glasses at the three cowering men.
�W-we
don�t know, sir,� one of the men answered, his voice uncertain, his eyes
looking at the two others as if for support. Unconsciously, he held the handle
of the mop tighter, pulling it into his body as if it were a shield.
�You
mean to tell me,� Hojo sneered, adjusting his glasses,
pushing them further up his nose in his characteristic manner. �You want me to
believe, that a heavily sedated man was simply able to walk out of this
facility freely? Unchallenged? Is that what you are trying to tell me?�
The
three nervous men shook their heads. Now they were not only frightened, but
confused also. The professor seemed to be taking the death of his assistance
much too calmly. They had expected his voice to be ringing out in anger at the
senseless murder, to be ordering the whole complex to be shut down and searched
to find the killer.
But
all he seemed to be concerned about was with whatever specimen had once been in
the tank. He seemed more disturbed to know that the subject has been taken by
person or persons unknown, than the crime that had been committed to his
employee.
The
man that had spoken first, being a little braver than the others, stepped
forward, offering up what information he knew.
�No-no, sir, I meant that, the specimen is here in
the building, somewhere. We just don�t know, where.�
Hojo walked around the shattered mako tank, his quick keen eyes taking in everything. He
noted that the fluid that had once been contained inside was still dripping onto
the floor, mixing in with the blood that was slowly oozing from the inert body beside
it. Counting the drops as they fell, timing how long it took them to hit the
mess on the floor, he calculated that the attack had happened just minutes
before the alarm had sounded.
Lifting
his face, he carefully scanned the lab, searching for any clue that would lead
him to his elusive prey. He noted that the light green solution spreading from
the tank veered off in several directions, clearly showing where footsteps had
been trodden. One trail led to an inner room, and back out again. Another trail
made its way to a door that opened onto the equipment storage area. The door
was left ajar, and exposed the emptiness within.
The
last trail tapered off into the small office space that had belonged to the
dead assistant. Cold damp air filled the tiny, windowless room. Aside from the
one doorway, there were no other exits.
Hojo had followed all these trails, and yet
found nothing. Where are you, boy? he
fumed mutely. He would not accept his prize had escaped him. He had to be
within these confined chambers, somewhere. It was just a question of finding
him, of dragging him back. Of holding him more securely, so that a repeat of
this fiasco could never happen again.
Gazing
around the hushed room for clues to his prey�s whereabouts, Hojo�s
eyes happened upon a table that had not been destroyed, that had not been
upended in the chaos. This is not right, he mused happily,
eye-spying the glistening, shiny weapons that still lay untaken upon the metal
surface. He knew that the raven haired fighter wouldn�t go very far, not
without those.
�Search
the floors again,� Hojo ordered, brusquely.
�Valentine couldn�t have gotten far. He�s still under the influence of the
drugs that were injected into his system, plus I�m confident that he�s not
going to leave here without the General.�
As
the men ran off to do his bidding, Hojo took out his
cell phone and called security. �I want a security guard put at every exit,� he
demanded. �Their orders are to detain, not to kill. Do you understand? Good�..�
From
up above, behind a darkened grill, crimson eyes watched the ongoing
proceedings.
oOoOoOo
Time
passed, and night fell gradually over the facility. Moonlight flooded the laboratory,
and its mystical rays cast an eerie glow in the now silent and empty room.
A
small noise was heard, and from up above an air vent grate was loosened and
allowed to drop, to land softly on the carpeted floor below.
Vincent,
pausing for a few moments to make sure that no one had heard anything, began to
lower himself down through the small opening in the ceiling. Over the several
hours he had slept inside the small cramped space of the ventilation shaft, his
naked body had healed itself, repelling the tranquilizing drug and other vile
serums that had been forcefully infused into him.
Landing
safely and silently, his long loose dark hair swirling around his shoulders, he
stared at a spot behind the cylinder that he�d broken out of earlier that day,
closing his eyes briefly, out of respect and remorse.
Chaos
had surfaced before he�d had time to realize what was happening, and the beast had
killed the lone boy it found working within the room. The being had laughed in
amusement at spilling innocent blood, but Vincent had been appalled, until it
reasoned with him, saying that if the boy had lived, then they would have found
themselves back in that accursed tank. Chaos was done with being experimented
on. No more needles! The beast had roared, and Vincent, for the very
first time since Chaos came into existence, had let it have its way.
Another sin.
Dragging
his gaze away from the scene of the brutal murder, Vincent looked around the
dim lit room and noted that all the unusable equipment had been removed. Even
the broken tank had been cleared of any remaining glass shards, the enforced
window that had kept him entombed now imploded, gaping and open. Thankfully,
the dismembered carcass of his carnage and rage had also been taken from the
wrecked laboratory, and for that, Vincent said silent prayers. He had a job to
do, and feeling guilt and remorse for something that was beyond his control was
only going to slow him down.� He didn�t
have time to waste unnecessarily. He was a man on a mission.
Turning
sharply on his heels, he made his way quickly towards the table where he saw
that his weapons still lay, untouched. Grabbing them up Vincent armed himself,
shivering momentarily against the chill of the casings against his bare flesh,
before cautiously approaching the exit to the room, laying his ear against the
wood panel, listening for sounds outside.
When
satisfied that all appeared still, the ex-Turk turned the handle on the door
and slowly eased it opened. As he suspected, the outer lab was empty, and
finding it so filled him with some much needed hope and encouragement.
Walking
with caution to the automatic doors that led out onto the main corridor, he
found that they were shut off. He had encountered his first hindrance in his
escape plan, but it wasn�t one that was going to stop him. Prying the glass
doors open with his powerful metal sheaved left arm, Vincent was able to
squeeze through the narrow opening, twisting his body between the crushing
panes, hearing the dull thud of the doors as they pulled themselves closed
again once he was past.
Pressing
himself up close against the outside wall, he listened for any movement from patrolling
guards that might be stationed near the lab he was currently standing outside
of. So far, he heard nothing but his own light and even breathing. No sirens,
no alarm bells, no guns being cocked and made ready.
Amazingly,
all was clear.
Keeping
close to the limited protection that the wall officered him, Vincent edged his
way along, one watchful step at a time, until he came to a doorway which led
into the room next to the one he had just escaped from. Taking a firm grip of
the handle, he twisted the knob and was surprised to note that it was unlocked.
Cautiously pushing the door inwards an inch at a time, he entered the room
beyond and discovered that it too was left unprotected.
Strange,
was the warning thought that rang through Vincent�s mind, for he understood the
man that Hojo was. Very paranoid and security
conscious, the ex-Turk knew that the scientist would invariably go to great
lengths to ensure that neither he, nor Sephiroth, would be leaving his company
any time soon.
If ever.
Vincent
wasn�t fooled by this little charade. This was a trap, pure and simple. It had
to be. He wouldn�t put anything past Hojo. He knew
that while he had slumbered in drug enforced sleep, the scientist had done
something to Chaos, had disabled its sharp senses, for the beast constantly
whimpered and whined inside his head, either purring from time to time, or
mewing and crying piteously. It was monotonous and constant, and it was getting
tiresome.
Making
his way slowly, silently, across the unguarded laboratory, Vincent crept closer
and closer to his goal. His bare feet made no sound upon the tiled floor as he
lifted and placed each foot dexterously, and the loud whirring and clicking of
machines masked the gunman�s breathing, which seemed to be getting harder and
harder to keep under control.
Vincent
could feel his chest tighten as he fought to keep calm, the inner excitement
building the nearer he got to his intended target. He felt hot and extremely
aroused, the thrill of having escaped, and remaining undetected, racing through
his veins. His head was pounding with the rapid beating of his heart, the
pumping of his blood deafening in his ears. He was beginning to find it a
struggle to keep his mind focused as pain laced behind his eyes, and the noise
Chaos was emitting was not helping at all.
Vincent
breathed an audible sigh of relief upon safely reaching the opposite side of
the room, of getting to where he had to be. He lifted a hand and placed it
gently on the container in front of him, staring as the underwater lights in
the mako filled tank cast an eerie glow around the
occupant inside. Sephiroth�s large form took up the full length of his glass
prison, floating listlessly in the neon green liquid with his arms held loosely
at his sides and his silver hair fanning out around his nude body. His head was
bowed with his chin resting on his chest, and his eyes were closed, his face
peaceful as if in sleep.
The ex-Turk
tore his gaze away from his imprisoned child and moved away to check the
monitors that were recording and maintaining Sephiroth�s stats, making sure
that it was safe for him to disable the machines and not harm his son. Fortunately,
Vincent knew his way around a lab, and after getting positive information from
the readings, he swiftly disengaged and drained the mako
in the tank, watching with concern on his face as Sephiroth slumped to the
bottom of the circular tube.
Leaving
the monitors, Vincent raced over quickly to Sephiroth�s container, swinging
open wide the bottom opening, his arms helping to ease the general�s limp body
from his tomb. As he did so, the overhead lights flickered on.
Within
milliseconds, Vincent had pivoted on his left foot, drawn Cerberus with his
right hand, and aimed at his target with deadly accuracy.
�Please��d-don�t
shoot!� the quivering female begged. Her face was a picture of sheer terror,
and she kept her empty hands up, palms open, and in plain view. Her quick darting
eyes flicked between the tall dark haired man and the slumped, silent, silver
haired one.
�Then
get us something to cover ourselves with,� Vincent ordered, indicting
Sephiroth�s nudity, as well as his own. �And get it��NOW!�
oOoOoOo
Another
month had flown by quickly, before Cloud had even realized it. His tiny baby
was growing in leaps and bounds, and he found most of his waking day was spent
in simply looking after her. But he didn�t mind. Caring for her gave him a
reason to want to face each new day without Sephiroth by his side. He missed
his husband so badly, but their child gave him cause to smile, to fret, to
worry about something other than his own loss.
He
turned his gaze upon her now, lying upon the floor at his feet. She was cooing contentedly,
rolling over and trying to sit up on her own. Anything that her little hands
grasped hold of ended up in her mouth, and she would bite down on the item, and
dribble over it. Cloud thought she could already be teething as she seemed to
want to gnaw on everything, including his milk laden breasts.
He
had now taken to expressing his milk as his nipples were becoming sore, which
had led him to feeling a little guilty for he had, up until the baby started
chewing on him, enjoyed the closeness of personally holding her and sustaining
her. It had been �their� time.� But Aerith
and Tifa had soon turned feeding time into a joyous
occasion again, as they had squealed their own delight at being able to hold
the baby in the crooks of their arms and feed her from the bottle that
contained Cloud�s goodness.
A
soft smile graced Cloud�s face as he looked down at his little jewel. Little
jewel. He�d been teased by Cid and Barret over calling her that. �Nanaki too had
joined in, making some suggestions on what to name the baby, but nothing had
sounded right to the ex-SOLDIER. Even Zack had bugged him about the pet name he
had given her.
Cloud�s
mind went back and recalled the event with the dark haired man that had taken
place earlier that day.
He
had been outside training with Zack, using swords. But it hadn�t been just any
sword that Cloud was welding, but a buster sword, and he was handling it with
ease.
Zack
had gifted Cloud with the new weapon. It was similar to Zack�s in appearance at
first glance. But a closer inspection revealed how unlike it really was, for the
enormous blade was able to separate into six individual swords, each containing
their own special inbuilt ability.
Cloud
had mastered all of the blades in a just short span of time, paired against
Zack who pushed him to the limits of his skill and aptitude. Cloud knew he would
have been a perfect SOLDIER if things had turned out differently, but that was
just a dream now, and his time as a cadet at the Shin-Ra army almost felt like a
life time ago. Now, instead of being holed up in a barrack with hundreds of
other soldiers, Cloud found himself living with his closest friends on the
little island of
Mideel,
hoping and praying that he would hear some word from either Sephiroth or Vincent.
Losing
his concentration momentarily, thinking about his silver haired lover, Cloud
had jumped back sharply to avoid being struck. He had quickly followed Zack�s
offensive strike with several of his own, trying to finish his move with one
more over head swing. He would have successfully completed the hit, if it
wasn�t for the fact that he was tired. He landed on his knees panting and
gasping, both hands holding onto the handle of the sword for support.
�Well,
looks like someone had a late night,� Zack said, teasingly. He knew Cloud had
the speed, but ever since he�d had the baby, the boy�s stamina had diminished
somewhat.
�Shut
up,� Cloud growled, leaning on his sword as he pushed himself back up onto his
feet. �Wait until you have a kid. See how you manage.�
�Not
going to happen any time soon, my friend,� Zack laughed, holding out his gloved
hand and taking the heavy blade from Cloud, giving him a chance to catch his
breath as they headed back indoors.
�How�s
the little squirt doing, anyway?� he asked.
�She�s
fine,� Cloud answered, a proud fatherly smile creasing his face. �My little
jewel is just fine.�
�You
know, you have got to give that kid a name, boy. Otherwise, she�s going to grow
up responding to all sorts of crap. You call her �little jewel�; I call her
�squirt�. I�ve even heard her lovingly referred to as �smelly sack�. Do you
really want Sephiroth�s daughter entering womanhood being called Smelly Sack?�
Zack reprimanded.
�I
need to go and get her actually,� Cloud answered, brushing the subject aside. �It�s way past her feeding time and I need to, um, well, you
know.� His voice trailed off and a light blush dusted his cheeks as Zack
quirked an eyebrow at him in question.
Although
his friend knew about him breast feeding, it was still embarrassing to talk
about. And only Tifa and Aerith had ever been with
him when he had extracted his milk, showing him what to do, how to use the
apparatus and how to ensure everything, including bottles and teats, were
sterile. It was okay to discuss such things with the girls, but with another
man�..
�ZACK!�
Cloud
heaved a sigh of relief. He had been saved from any further discussion by the
appearance of Aerith. Zack had immediately turned his attention away from the
blond boy and instead fixed the huge grin on his face upon the pretty young
girl that now approached them, waving an arm in earnest greeting.
�I�ll
see you tomorrow, Spike,� Zack had said, passing back the sword before jogging
up to his love. �And don�t forget to think some more about that name!� he�d
called back, winking.
Sighing
softly to himself, Cloud had watched the couple leave with sombre eyes, his
heart gripping painfully as he saw how Zack gave Aerith a tender kiss, following
close behind the girl, a possessive hand on the small of her back guiding her
inside the air ship.
Cloud
sorely missed the touch of Sephiroth�s lips on his, and yearned for the feel of
his husband�s hands upon his body. He pined for the romantic embraces they had shared,
and the hours of passion they had enjoyed, entwined around one another,
pleasing and pleasuring each other all through the night.
Pulling
himself up out of the depths of his self-pity, Cloud had made himself think of
more positive thoughts. About the most important thing in his life that
mattered at this time��.was his baby daughter.
Sheathing
the heavy sword in the scabbard on his back, Cloud had followed after Zack and
Aerith, passing by the two love birds as they kissed and canoodled in the long
corridor that threaded around the air-ship, navigating his way quickly towards Tifa�s room. He just wanted to get his baby back and lock
himself and his child away from the real world. He didn�t want to have to make
a decision on his own about her, one that would affect the rest of her life,
such as deciding on a name for her.
He
wished so much that Sephiroth was there to choose with him, to disagree and
fight playfully over samples, testing out different sounding names with good
hearted bantering between parents, like it should be. But Sephiroth wasn�t
there, and Zack was right, the little girl deserved to have a proper name.
Looking
down again at the chuckling, beautiful child at his feet, Cloud knew something
would come to him, but only when the time was right.
oOoOoOo
The
ex-SOLIDER had left Cloud�s side and raced up to Aerith, kissing her sweetly on
the cheek. Aerith had smiled at the passionate gesture, her heart filling with
love.
�How
do you always manage to make me feel like I�m a teenager on a date with her
first crush?� she�d asked, as arm in arm they�d begun the leisurely walk back
to their quarters.
�I
don�t know, sweetheart. Maybe it�s my charming personality,� Zack had cheekily
answered, opening the door that led into the main structure of the airship and
holding it ajar for her to walk through.�
Aerith did so, and then waited patiently for him retake his position by
her side and to replace his arm around her.
Once
back in step with one another, they had continued on towards their destination.
Aerith needed to get them fed, and Zack desperately needed to shower and put on
a fresh change of clothes. His work-outs with Cloud were proving to be as
strenuous as the sparring sessions he�d had with Sephiroth.� The young blond might well only just be learning
how to use the buster sword, but in the short space of time since Cloud had
received the blade, he�d already figured out how to disassemble and reassemble
the First Tsurugi in record time.
Zack
had been impressed with the boy�s ability, and was pleased he�d introduced the
weapon to the little blond. He�d been even more impressed with Cloud when the
former cadet adapted his motorcycle, reconstructing the bike to store all of
the six individual blades. It was what Zack had talked about, as he and Aerith
had walked together.
Now,
back inside one of the cabins reserved for crew members, Aerith was putting the
finishing touches to the small meal that she had prepared for her and Zack.
Chopping up some favourite herbs of the dark haired man to add as a garnish,
she stopped for a moment to push her sleeves up higher, and smiled as she
thought about him. She still couldn�t believe that he was all hers. She knew of
all the women that Zack flirted with, and she�d heard the stories of him being
a �ladies man�. But what made her really smile was the fact that, of all of the
women Zack had gone out with, he�d chosen to stay with her.
Continuing
on with her task, she let her mind think back to Cloud�s and Sephiroth�s
wedding day. Attending it had to have been the very best thing that could have
happened for her and Zack. The newlyweds love for one another, so plainly on
display, had seemed to cast a spell on them and the other guests at the
reception.
Aerith
found her smile becoming broader as she reminisced about some of the events
that had happened when everyone had got together to congratulate the newly
married pair, and she chuckled out loud as she remembered the look of horror on
Tifa�s face, when the girl had finally realized that
the general, and the boy she�d had her hopes pinned on, were actually in a room
above, consummating their wedding vows.
Even
to this day, Tifa blushed every time Zack entered the
room, because he always reminded her of the time a few days before the wedding,
when he had stopped Tifa from storming up to Cloud�s
room where Sephiroth was taking the little blond, nosily.
The
herbal garnish chopped and added to the meal, Aerith set about preparing their
dessert. Absentmindedly dipping a finger into the bowl of cream she was about
to whisk, her mind wandered again back to that special occasion.
She
had warned Zack about consuming too much alcohol, but the 1^st Class
SOLDIER never listened to her good advice against the perils of drinking too
much. And for once, on that night at least, Aerith was extremely happy that he hadn�t.
She giggled to herself now as she day dreamed again...�
Zack
covered his bloodshot eyes with a shaky hand. His head ached abominably, as did
the rest of his body. His mouth was dry, his tongue sticking to the roof of his
mouth. He�d definitely had way too much to drink the previous night, and would
probably spend the rest of the day suffering for it�despite his fast recovering
ability.
He
groped blindly for the bedcover that had somehow managed to end up down at his
feet, his body shivering a little from the cold air drifting in through a
partially opened window. He was successful in pulling the covers up to his chin
when he heard a soft yawn next to him, followed by a barely whispered, �Thank
you, Zack.�
The
1^st Class SOLDIER�s befuddled thinking
flew into panic mode, as his sozzled brain struggled
with putting a name to the voice. An image of an attractive young girl flashed
before his eyes, and he almost groaned aloud.
Oh,
sweet, Gaia. Please don�t let it be Tifa that I slept
with!
His
heart beating wildly in his chest, pumping blood faster into his ears as he gnawed
and worried his lower lip, he slowly turned his head to face his mystery bed
partner, expecting the worse. But to Zack�s surprise, instead of
seeing long raven hair spread out over the adjoining pillow, he saw light brown
tresses fanning out and falling around the soft curvy shoulders of��
Aerith!
Zack�s
mind went into complete psychosomatic shutdown. Unable to move or talk, all he
could do was simply stare at her as she lay contentedly beside him, her
beautiful eyes covered by her closed lids, her pretty mouth lifted in the
semblance of a smile. Of all the people to find in his bed, innocent Aerith was
the last female he had ever expected to be caught with.
�Shit,
I�m a dead man,� was the only thought playing around and around inside his head.
�Professor Gast is going to kill me!�
His eyes
took in again the features of the girl nestled up so close next to him. Her
breathing was even, her naked exposed breasts rising and falling softly. Zack
suddenly had a flash back of biting at the small nipples, of mauling the fleshy
globes of her bosom in his large hands as he had made love to her, as he had
taken her girlhood from her and made her a woman during a night of drunken sex.
His
head fell back to the pillow, and he closed his guilt ridden eyes, a groan
escaping his throat. He had fucked up royally this time and he wondered if she
was going to hate him now, when she woke up and realised what he had done. He
hoped not. But he didn�t want to be anywhere within striking distance if she
did.
He kicked
a leg free of the entangling sheets and set about easing himself out of the bed,
his intention to put some safe space between him and his soon-to-be ex. But
Aerith in turn moved closer, dropping a bare arm across his equally bare chest,
making escape impossible. Her lids opened, and as she looked at him a smile lit
up her still innocent, beautiful face and her eyes glowed with unbridled fire.
�Good
morning, Zack,� she purred huskily, before a yawn caught her. Covering her
mouth with one hand, she blushed as she pulled the sheet closer to her naked body
with the other. Gazing up at Zack through sleepy eyes, she began thinking on
what had transpired between them just a few short hours ago.
She
had never imagined that love making could be so breathtaking. The feel of
another�s warm body atop of hers, the delight of willing submission as Zack had
nudged her legs apart and had positioned himself at her entrance. The short
burst of pain, followed by the thrill of feeling him slide deeply inside her.
The
erotic memory had Aerith�s blush deepening. She felt
elated, ecstatic, but at the same time embarrassed now that the flush of first
passion had abated. She wanted to thank him, to praise him, to make him
understand how thoroughly she had enjoyed his touch. But she didn�t know how to
put her feelings into words, and so she remained quiet.
The
silence was deafening to Zack. He was ready to rip his hair out because of it.
Something needed to be said. Pushing himself up a little on his elbows, he
began the speech that he hoped would save their relationship.
�Aerith��..�
He stopped. He didn�t really know what to say to her. What on earth could
he say, to make things right? �Look, I�m sorry. What happened last night��.it
was a mistake. I was drunk. I didn�t know what I was doing.� His voice trailed
off and he simply stared at her, his face an apologetic mask, imploring with
her to understand.
Sitting
up fully in the bed beside him, moving over a little and unconsciously putting
distance between them, Aerith couldn�t quite believe what she was hearing. She
refused to accept what he was saying to her, denying to herself that he thought
so little of her. Her heart lurched in her chest painfully, and a lump of lead
seemed to settle in her throat, robbing her of speech momentarily. Her eyes
grew large and watery, and she had to blink hard several times to ensure the
tears that had suddenly built up didn�t spill down over her cheeks.
She had
given up her virginity, to be told that it was a mistake?
Gulping
down a deep breath and holding onto a sniffle, she finally spoke, her voice
unsteady, ready to break. �You�You�re sorry? I thought�.. I thought that you
loved me?� The impassioned question out, Aerith could no longer hold onto her
tears, and they now slid freely down her reddened cheeks.
The
dark haired man looked at the saddened face of his girlfriend, his own handsome
face aghast at the pain his untamed libido had caused her. This wasn�t what he
wanted, to see her cry. The situation was becoming awkward, and Zack didn�t
know how to handle it. He didn�t like not being in control. He quickly tried to
remedy the situation.
�I do
love you, babe, more than anyone in the world. But it�s just that, I wanted to
wait until we were married to take things to this point. I wanted it to be
special, something you would never forget. Hey! Why are you laughing?�
He
looked perturbed at the young girl sitting beside him, her shoulders now
shaking with barely contained laughter as she wiped the tears of sadness away
from her face. Her sudden change in behaviour had him confused. �What�s
so damn funny?� he asked, his head canted to one side, studying the laughing
young woman.
�You
really did have too much to drink last night. You
don�t remember what we did, do you?� Aerith answered.
His
head pounding with the viciousness of a monster, Zack tried to get his brain to
think what else, other than the sex, could have taken place between him and
Aerith. �Apart from the drink and the
dancing and the general merrymaking, he came up with nothing, and he looked at
her pleadingly, silently begging her with puppy dog eyes to put an end to his
misery. What else did he do, that he should be apologizing for?
�Zack��
We are married,� Aerith announced with joy, proudly holding up her
hand, showing off the wedding band that graced her finger. �Sephiroth talked
the minister that conducted his wedding into performing ours. He even provided
the rings,� she giggled.
Unnatural
bright blue eyes widened well beyond what was considered normal as Zack�s mind
slowly took in this information, and for the first time since waking up he
became aware of the tightness on his own ring finger. He dropped his gaze and looked
at his left hand, twisting it first one way and then the other, all his
attention now focused upon the thick platinum wedding band that he now wore.
Lifting
his head in a daze, his gaze shifted to Aerith�s raised
hand. Sure enough, a delicate platinum wedding band encircled her slender
finger. It was settled above a matching diamond engagement ring, the large
stone of which shone brightly, twinkling in the early morning light, reflecting
the rays of the sun around the room with a rainbow of colours. Zack could feel
his world spinning.
Jumping
out of bed he grabbed his pillow to cover his exposed groin, intending to make
his way to the bathroom, where he was sure a splash of cold water would clear
his head. His mind couldn�t take in what he had been told, what he had seen,
and the walls of the room seemed to be closing in and out on him. But if the
shock of the wedding jewellery didn�t knock him off his feet, the sight of the
legal marriage certificate on the bedside table certainly did.
Aerith
peeked over the edge of the bed, a happy amused smile playing on her lips as
she looked down at her unconscious husband. �I wonder if I should tell him that
he kissed Sephiroth for having the rings on hand,� she thought to herself. She giggled
out loud. No. There was no need for him to know that yet. She had pictures with
him doing so, which she would playfully use to blackmail him with later in
their future.
Their future.
Shaking
herself out of her musings, Aerith picked up the food that was now ready to be
served and left the kitchen area, calling out to her husband.
�I�m
still in the bathroom,� came the muffled reply from him.
Walking
through to the sitting area, Aerith carried the two full plates and carefully
laid them upon the small dining table, fussing with the cutlery and curate set,
her eyes roaming around the room that Cid had assigned them. He�d jokingly
referred to it as the �Honeymoon Suite� when he had escorted them here, for it
was one of the larger cabins on the lower deck of the airship, only bigger
because it had a small kitchenette attached.
Aerith
was more than happy with the room, for although they normally ate with
AVALANCHE and the crew, she still liked to be alone with Zack from time to
time, out of the company of friends and acquaintances. These moments of alone
time with him on the evenings were precious to her. Besides, Cid was less
snappy in the mornings at breakfast, and Aerith found that she could handle the
pilot�s irritating attitude better after spending some quality time with Zack.
Even now, just thinking about how much worse Cid had become, was giving her a
massive headache. She wished that Vincent and Sephiroth would make it back to
them, and soon.
Thinking
about the two missing men she called out, �Any word? Has Cid heard from Tseng
again?� while going to stand at the threshold of the bathroom, averting her
eyes to the floor as Zack stripped out of his soiled fatigues. He�d shaved and
brushed his teeth and removed his upper clothing, and now with the removal of
his pants and boots, was getting ready to step in the shower. He grinned,
watching Aerith over his shoulder while turning on the taps, adjusting the
temperature of the water accordingly to his liking. Entering into the stall, he
left the shower door partly open so he could hear his wife over the running
water.
�Any
word?� she asked again.
�Honey,
you can talk with Cid about it if you want to, but I doubt he has heard
anything,� Zack replied, letting the warm water cascade down his sorely tensed
muscles for a moment before he lathered up the soap in his hands and began the
ritual of washing his body.
Starting
from the neck, his soapy fingers proceeded to rub briskly over his chest, under
his arms and down his ribcage. He added more soap to his palm and cleaned his
groin, his slippery fingers sliding around his soft cock, under and around his
ball sac. He looked out of the cubicle to see if his wife were watching and smirked
when he saw that she still hadn�t raised her eyes from studying the white and
black marble swirl tiles that made up the floor.
�Aerith?�
he called, deliberately teasing her. �Did you want me to have a word with Cid
for you?�
�No,�
she replied, and Zack�s smirk deepened when he saw the tiny lift of her head. �Cid
has enough to worry about. I could be wrong but, have you noticed how spaced out he looks, lately?�
The
water shut off, and as the door slid back. Aerith turned to give Zack a bit of
privacy. Noticing her action, he wrapped a towel around his dripping body first,
and then hugged her from behind.
�Please
don�t shy away from me, Aerith,� he whispered tenderly against the softness of
her neck.
�I�m
sorry,� she replied, turning around in his hold, lifting her face up to his.
Her heart began to thud at the closeness of him, at the fresh smell of him, and
she reached her arms up and linked them around his neck, her fingers threading
through his wet hair. �It�s just; I�m still not use to seeing you naked.�
�Yeah,
I know, it�s strange for you,� Zack admitted, lowering his own face and
peppering Aerith�s cheeks and eyes with small, tiny,
kisses. �But you�ll get use to it, because I aim to be walking around
completely starker�s every time we�re alone.�
�Get
dressed so we can eat, I made us dinner,� Aerith beamed, giggling like a
schoolgirl and batting ineffectively at one of Zack�s strong arms, trying but
not really trying to pull away from his embrace.
�Hmm,
sounds good, but I have something else in mind,� Zack answered, his mouth
clamping down now and claiming hers completely. He pressed his hardening lower
half into her, letting her know just what it was that he was thinking of.
Encouraged by the passionate way she kissed him back he prodded his wife to
move, and still attached by the lips, steered her into the bedroom.
Dinner
was spoiled by the time they remembered it was still on the table.
oOoOoOo
Retrieving
his daughter from Tifa�s care, Cloud had refused the
dark haired girl�s offer to dine with her, requesting instead that a meal be
sent to his room. He was too tired after today�s workout with Zack to make
small talk. He wanted solitude, not company.
Once
back inside the privacy of his bedroom Cloud dropped his sword and the toiletry
filled baby bag he was carrying inside the door, and set about seeing to his
precious angel�s needs, ensuring that she was dry and had a belly full of milk.
He sat quietly on the bed, holding her in his arms as he gave her the last
bottle of the night, watching as she suckled and slurped greedily around the
rubber teat. He had started mixing cereal into her feed now, as he�d noticed she�d
been crying a bit more after drinking each bottle and he had realized that she
wasn�t getting her fill on just milk alone.
Her
little eyes slowly shuttered, her suckling easing off and Cloud, exhausted
himself, pushed up off the bed and lay her down in the bundle of soft thermal
blankets in her bassinet. The nights were getting cooler, and he felt she
needed the extra warmth of more bedding. Brushing his knuckles gently over her
still soft downy hair, he headed for the shower.
Cloud
grimaced as he began to undress. He smelled terrible. His clothes were heavy
with sweat and blood. Zack had nearly beat him into the ground today with his
gruelling workout, testing him, trying him, making him prove over and over
again that he could indeed handle the sword that his friend had given him.
A
small smile graced Cloud�s lips as he washed his body down quickly. Although he
felt bone weary, he also felt happy too. Happy that he had been able to show
Zack his prowess with the weapon, had demonstrated with finesse the way he
could handle all six individual blades without hesitating.
Turning
off the shower, dumping his dirty clothes down the laundry chute, Cloud dried
off and pulled on some loose bed pants before tiredly climbing into bed. As he
lay and listened to his baby daughters nasally breathing, he thought some more
about his new Buster sword, and his surprise when his friends had gifted him
with a multi-purpose sheath to accommodate two or more of the blades. He had
been deeply touched by the small sentiment from them, for it showed him just how
much they cared for him, and how they were proud of him for continuing with his
training, despite him not making it as a SOLDIER.
Stretching
out his aching limbs and yawning, Cloud curled up and closed his eyes,
preparing for sleep to take over, blissfully unaware of what the night was
about to bring.
oOo TBC
oOo
A/N:
Well, how is that? Sorry, for such a long wait. I couldn�t get my head on
straight and then I started working my other on-going projects. Please forgive
me! And thank Mitts for her persistent nudging. She stayed on me to get the
chapter to her.
So, any thoughts? Did everyone love Zack and Aerith�s scene? Bet no one saw that one coming, right? And
I�m sure all of you thought that it was Tifa that
Zack woke-up next to, huh? Fooled you on that one too!
Well,
it seems that Vincent and Sephiroth are getting out of Hojo�s
lab. Any takers on who is with them? Don�t know? Well, stay tuned for the next
chapter.
ArchNemesis and Mitts
oOoOo
Teaser for Chapter 34 oOoOo
�But how?� Cloud asked again, scooting
backwards towards the body beside him, settling himself back in place,
snuggling into the familiar heat of his lover.
�I believe it�s possibly from
the combination of mako and Jenova
cells in our bodies. But let�s not waste our time discussing trivial matters,�
Sephiroth purred seductively, his warm soft lips coming down and attaching
themselves to the back of Clouds neck.
�Wait�how much time do we have
left?� the little blond asked shyly, his cheeks coloring
a pretty shade of scarlet as his husband worked his magic on one of Clouds
favourite erogenous zones.
�Only a couple of hours,�
Sephiroth answered, his voice husky with need. He
turned Cloud around to face him, dropping a kiss to his husband�s brow, his
eyes, his nose, and then gliding his tongue wetly across the boys smooth jaw
line, before claiming Cloud�s lips in a passionate, hungry kiss..
Cloud pulled back from the sinful slippery appendage that
was Sephiroth�s tongue, panting, holding on to the moan that hummed at the back
of his throat as the silver haired ex-general sucked on his neck, marking him.
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