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Walking Out on Destiny	By : HarliqueenNight Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 2575 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: i got a lot of hits and the like but it would be great to hear more from you guys! So do let me know how we're doing on this fun little tid bit. I should have a Chanterelle Chapter up in a few days. this chapter we introduce a future Turk and Sephiroth gets shitfaced! everybody wins! Woot!

Walking Out on Destiny

Episode 3: Fish in a Trap

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"ANGIIIIIIIEEEE!"

Sephiroth winced at the volume of Genesis voice when they reached the movie theater. Vincent had insisted he go out and did something "teenager like" and therefore Genesis had rung up Angeal requesting that he join them for a film. He thought it was very considerate of Genesis to ask if the other boy was too tired to come and was almost worried when Genesis frowned a few times on the phone. Still, they had gotten Angeal's promise to be there. Today, his crazy friend was sporting a red tank top with the words "Punk Ass" written across the chest in Midgardian script. His hips were shaped by hip hugging jeans and a pair of designer black boots mostly hidden by the boot cut pants legs. He ran into the arms of a boy that was two head's taller than Sephiroth. He was thickly built and it showed well in his sleeveless turtle neck and cargo pants. His hair was neatly combed and fell around his chin in smooth tendrils that framed his developing chin perfectly. The way he hugged Genesis showed off the well muscled arms and smooth skin. The only flaw was a bandage wrapped around his left arm Sephiroth assumed was from training. Angeal's eyes were Mako enhanced cobalt that reminded him of the skies over calm and his face was firm but gentle in its expression.

"I missed you," Genesis said nuzzling into his shoulder.

"You were gone for two days!"

"That was two days of not seeing you fresh out of the shower while other men got to!"

Angeal rolled his eyes and looked at Sephiroth. "Is this the great Sephiroth you won't shut up about? Not that you shut up period."

Sephiroth cautiously got closer to them so as not to be rude. He was still very stunted in social interaction. Genesis smiled and pulled him over into the hug he and Angeal were sharing. To Sephiroth's surprise, Angeal embraced him as well like they already knew each other. He fought the heat rising to his face when he was press against the cut chest. Angeal smelled like Genesis, like a clean, open space he'd never been to before. He almost relaxed into that hold, almost. All too quickly Angeal and Genesis withdrew.

"Sorry, it's a Banora thing. We're all friendly enough that we hug when we meet people. Totally more personal than a dumb handshake," Genesis explained. "Angeal, this is Sephiroth; Sephiroth, Angeal."

Sephiroth nodded, still completely unsure of himself. "You're a SOLDIER."

"Yeah, I make 3rd Class next year. I wanted to celebrate Gen passing the tests but I got called away. Glad someone was able to take care of him."

"I can take care of myself thank you very much!" Genesis pouted.

"Tell that to my microwave," Angeal muttered.

"Well how the heck was I supposed to know? We don't have microwaves in Banora."

"That's why you don't touch anything without asking first, you little scamp."

Sephiroth watched them go back and forth feeling a bit out of place between them. Angeal tilted his head at the silver haired boy and wrapped a brotherly arm around his shoulders and one around Genesis's waist. "We better get in and get some good seats."

Sephiroth glanced Genesis who smiles reassuringly at him as they walked. The redhead then looked up at Angeal adoringly. "So what are we going to see?"

"Something old but new."

"And that is?"

"Tron."

"YES!"

Inside Angeal made a point to pay for everything even though Vincent had given Sephiroth his allowance card. He had a lot of money saved up because he never went anywhere or buy anything but notebooks and posters for his room. Angeal chose not to let him use it though and wouldn't explain why. Sephiroth stood next to Genesis eying the sweets in the display case. He'd never admit it, but he was weak for white chocolate and when he saw an all white chocolate bar he couldn't help but lean closer to it. His face was nearly pressed against the glass and Genesis giggled at him.

"Got a taste for the bittersweet? Angeal loves that weird stuff too. You should ask him to get it for you!"

"Get what?" Angeal asked leaning his head on both of their shoulders comfortably. "Oh, they sell white chocolate bars." He waved the cashier over. "Two white chocolate bars. What do you want Sephiroth? Gen?"

"I just want popcorn. They don't have good enough chocolate for me!"

"Such a queen," Angeal muttered. He looked at Sepiroth. "What do you want, Sephiroth?"

Sephiroth pointed at the white chocolate and turned to speak, having forgotten that Angel's head was balancing on his and Genesis shoulders. He bumped his cheek against the older boy's nose and jumped away embarrassed.

"Sorry," he murmured. "Um…just the white chocolate bar."

Angeal stared at him with a warm smile for a moment before telling the cashier his choice. Once they received their goodies, Angeal added two large drinks. Sephiroth had declined getting his own because he wasn't allowed to drink soda but Angeal was determined that they at least share one. They found a good seat at the back because Genesis insisted that the best movie experience was at the back. Since it was the middle of the day, the place wasn't very crowded. Apparently they were one of the few people who didn't have lives. Sephiroth sat down comfortably on one side of Angeal while Genesis sat on the other. The older boy held the popcorn in the middle and Genesis hogged his drink like a kid. Sephiroth took a few kernels of popcorn and devoured them as the previews came on. About halfway through the movie, Genesis was throwing popcorn at the screen, thankfully not hitting the other movie goers.

"Awe come on! Why the hell does Tron sound like that broke neck bitch from the Grudge!"

Sephiroth munched on the last bit of popcorn watching Genesis rant at the screen. "What's the big deal?"

Angeal laughed. "Genesis is a purest, which is the worst type of fanboy you could ever come into contact with. Means that no matter how awesomely good or awesomely bad this movie is, he's gonna hate it!"

Sephiroth laughed. "Ridiculous," he tried to get more popcorn but realized it was empty.

"Oh, here," Angeal reached into the bag and opened one of the white chocolate bars. He handed it to Sephiroth. The boy wanted to say something about being able to open his own candy bar but for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to say anything smart alec to Angeal. He was too nice and kind for Sephiroth to say anything derogatory about his behavior. Secretly he enjoyed the way Angeal seemed to be spoiling him and Genesis.

With a whispered thank you, he bit into the chocolate and crunched it down. He sighed contently and rested back in the chair happy to eat and watch the movie. That was, of course, until he head Angeal chuckling at him. He looked up at the blue eyes that were full of laughter.

"Is that how Midgardian's eat their chocolate?"

Sephiroth looked at his bar completely confused. "Its how I've always eaten it."

Angeal shook his head and took the candy from him as if he were a child using a tool wrong. He broke a small square off of it and held it to Sephiroth. "There's a reason its cut into squares, Sephiroth. Open your mouth."

Curiously he did as he was told, parting his lips and letting his tongue peak out a bit. Angeal carefully placed it right on the pink appendage and told him to close his mouth. "With white chocolate, you can't just eat it cause then all you get is the bitter," he broke off a piece for himself and placed it on his tongue. "You have to give it time to melt. Roll your tongue over it a little bit."

Sephiroth did as he was told and as it began to melt he tasted warm sweetness on his taste buds. It was beyond exquisite! His eyes rolled a bit and a soft moan escaped him at the tingling sensation the normally bitter treat gave him. He didn't notice Angeal and Genesis's eyes on him as he enjoyed the candy. Angeal broke off another square with a smile and pressed it to Sephiroth's lips. The boy took it into his mouth with his tongue and leaned back in the seat enjoying the flavor. When he looked up at Angeal, the older boy was blushing and Genesis was smirking around his straw.

"What?" he asked, licking his lips.

Genesis laughed and sat back so he could continue to criticize the movie. Angeal's blush turned redder as he shook his head and offered him another square of white chocolate. Sephiroth looked between him and Genesis before opening his mouth. He closed it too soon catching the tip of Angeal's finger with his sharp teeth. The older boy twitched as he withdrew his finger from between Sephiroth's lips.

"Sorry about that," Sephiroth said. "Did I hurt you?"

"No," Angeal's voice came out a bit hoarse. He cleared his throat quickly. "No, its cool."

Sephiroth shrugged and leaned over to break another square off the bar but was stopped by a warm mouth over his retreating fingers. Genesis looked at him smirking around his fingers and nibbled Sepiroth's fingers with his teeth. The redhead had mischief in his glowing eyes and he bit down hard on the flesh of Sephiroth's fingers. The boy pulled back quickly, his face flushed and eyes dilated. Genesis licked his lush lips slowly and pulled away to sit back in his seat. Sephiroth blushed looking at his fingers and then at Genesis. Oooh. He looked at Angeal whose eyes were on the screen once more but Sephiroth could still see rose tinting his high cheek bones. Angeal glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and gave a half smile letting him know everything was okay before turning back to the movie. Genesis's eyes flitted between his best friend and his new friend and saw another evil plan formulating in those ever changing eyes.

"Hey, Angie," he said.

"Huh?" Angeal asked distractedly.

"Let's go have some good clean fun after this?"

"The usual?" Angeal asked looking away from the screen.

"I think Sephiroth will have a good time if he joined us."

"I dunno, if he's not allowed to drink soda…"

Genesis looked at Sephiroth and that fox like smile was back. "He doesn't do everything that daddy Vincent says. Do you, Seph? No one would be mad at you if you still wanted to follow daddy's rules!"

Sephiroth glared through his blush. "Of course not. I give that old man hell. I can't do whatever it is you want to do."

"No complaints then! 9th Circle it is then!"

"This is going to turn out weird," Angeal muttered.

Sephiroth knocked back the stinging Cactaur juice shot just the way Angeal and Genesis taught him to. It burned so good going down his throat that he didn't understand why Vincent didn't allow him to join in. Genesis had told him that the Mako in their systems made it much harder to get "wasted" but they could still get a good buzz going. They were in a cozy bar below the slums. Sephiroth had never been so the train ride had been fascinating and the fact that the sky was no longer visible was something completely new. The smell was strange, muggy and unclean to his senses and the site of the dirty people made him flinch. But he followed Angeal and Genesis through the dirt and grime toward their destination called the 9th Circle near Wall Street. Sephiroth only knew about certain places in the slums from hearing Vincent talk on his phone. Apparently the drinking age down here was fifteen instead of eighteen like on the plate and Genesis had flirted with the bar tender stating that it was Sephiroth's birthday.

"I hate to say it Angie, but the lack of refinement in this place makes the booze taste better!" Genesis said cheerfully from his seat on Angeal's lap.

Sephiroth took another swig of Bailey's Nibel Cream. He was currently positioned against Angeal's side with the older boy's arm wrapped around him. He kept getting a strange feeling in his stomach every time he took shots but he chose to ignore it since it never panned out to anything. He was relaxed, he was having fun, hell, he was happy. "I can't give an opinion but I know this is the best thing I've ever tasted."

"I'm just glad I could get you guys in. Banora has no drinking age so finding a place to take you guys wouldn't have been impossible."

"We have to get some Dumb Apple Wine on our next trip back home!"

"You can make wine out of that crap?" Sephiroth chuckled.

"Don't knock it til you try it! You didn't know making out could be awesome til we did-oops!" Genesis covered his mouth with a drunken giggle. He looked at Angeal who gave him a blank stare.

Sephiroth immediately sat up when Angeal lifted his arm from around him and shoved Genesis off his lap. Instead of anger, like he expected, Sephiroth saw only a mild disappointment on the boy's face.

"Gen, what have I told you about throwing yourself at people."

Genesis laughed and got up stumbling. "I didn't throw myself at anyone, thank you very much. At least I wasn't the one feeding him chocolate like my favorite pet! And Sephiroth, if you weren't always acting so innocent, putting your lips on people's fingers and looking fuckable all the time, you wouldn't get into these situations!"

Sephiroth felt indignant though hell if he knew why. "I'm not the one tramping around with my tight little ass in skinny jeans! At least my lips don't look like they're for cock-sucking!" he snapped.

"Oh how dare you!" Genesis half yelled half laughed.

"I dared! So what?" he took another drink straight from his bottle.

Angeal rolled his eyes at the two of them. "Okay both of you are more drunk than you realize."

"Oh who asked you SOLDIER boy," Sephiroth spat, fighting the laughing fit that was coming on. "You think you're any better trying show somebody how to eat chocolate. I know how to eat it just fine just like how I nearly ate your damn finger off!"

"Excuse me?"

"YEAH Angie! You think no body knows it, you've been watchin Sephy's ass since we left the theater. You're such a slut, Angeal."

"This from the boy who told me they nearly came when Sephiroth stuck his tongue down his throat!"

"That's supposed to be a secret! And stop laughing Seph! At least I didn't get off on watching my surrogate father fuck his partner!"

Sephiroth gasped though he didn't feel any anger about being called out. "You were damn near humping my back, ya fuckin creeper."

"You got off watching your dad screw someone?" Angeal asked laughing.

"Ew no! I got off watching Vincent do it, not Hojo!" Sephiroth corrected.

"Oh you have to see Vincent, he's such a damn treat. I'd be on my knees for him in a Midgar Minute!"

Angeal smacked him. "You'd be on your knees for anyone in a Midgar Minute!"

"My good sir, are you labeling me a whore!"

"I think he called you a slut. Whore's actually make money," Sephiroth commented.

"Oh you silver haired hussy! At least I'm not a pain slut, mister jizz my pants over a piercing."

"You were practically humping my lap!"

"So you're both sluts?" Angeal mused.

"Oh go to hell Angie!"

"Hey keep it down over there, ya fuckin' queers!"

"AH FUCK YOU!" They said in unison.

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Vincent joined Hojo and Lucrecia in the cafeteria in the Science Department. It was mostly empty so as not to be overheard by some ambitious scientist and it was less threatening to have tweedle dee and tweedle dum away from all their science equipment. Last thing he wanted was a needle in his eye or something similar. Seeing them once again put the sting back in his glare. "You wanted to see me?"

"Thank you for coming," Hojo said with some gentile.

Lucrecia went straight to business. "Have a seat, Vincent. We want to discuss this trip you're planning to take my-"

"Our," Hojo corrected seamlessly.

"-son. Sephiroth is in a delicate time of development and he has two more projects coming in along with him. He should be hitting puberty and an interest in sex should be taking place. I don't think he should leave the city since we don't any real knowledge of the mating patterns of the Jenova specimen so I'm not a hundred percent sure how Sephiroth will behave."

Vincent glanced at Hojo. "And you agree with this, Professor?"

"I agree to a certain extent. I believe some out of sight activity would be good for the experiment but at the same time, it would be safer if he just came in for a check up before you put him on a helicopter to Costa."

"Kanaye! We agreed that Sephiroth wouldn't do well to leave the city!"

"Yes, we agreed but that doesn't stop our Turk here from having the final say. We both gave up parental rights to the child and decision making, yes?"

Lucrecia used a finger to play with her hair in frustration making her appear cutely innocent. Vincent remembered a time when he would've swooned over such a simple gesture. It still affected him to a certain extent. Lucrecia was still beautiful, still had a fire in her but that fire didn't burn for him or, from what he heard, Hojo. Vincent took a sip of the coffee he had bought and waited for the woman to make up her mind. She turned her doe brown eyes to Vincent, eyes that once upon a time he would've readily believed.

"Vincent, please, you must trust us on this," she said sweetly. "You've done a wonderful job of raising our son alone, and I think it's very admirable that you believe Sephiroth should have a normal childhood, but Sephiroth is not and never will be a normal child. His development should've been in the lab where he could be watched and monitored for heath reasons and tested so that he could be the best he could be."

"He is becoming the best he can be, Lucrecia. If you stopped crunching numbers for a moment, you would understand that. Your son made perfect scoring on the SOLDIER entrance exams by himself. He pulled nights of studying not only because it was something he wanted bad enough but some thing he wanted on his own. If you're worried how his first screw is going to affect him, you'll do well to know that if and when it happens will be his choice!"

"It shouldn't be his choice! Sephiroth is a very precious and unique spec-child! He's my pro-" she stopped herself when Hojo grabbed her hand. It was then she realized she had risen from her seat.

Vincent's crimson eyes glared up at her through his bangs, his lips thin and tight. "Go on, say it," he hissed. "Dehumanize him more than you already have."

"I was going to say my son! I bore him, Vincent. I carried him to term with all those things done to my body and I held him when he was born."

Vincent actually rolled his eyes at that. "After that, who stayed up late nights because the boy couldn't sleep? Who talked to him like he was a person when no one else would? Who protected him from your cruel RN's? Who made sure he was alive after every test and gave him a friend when no one else was there? Don't dare try to use that argument with me when I gave up things there were truly important to me to give Sephiroth a real life. If you were a real mother, then I wouldn't have taken him from you…I wouldn't have left you."

The last part was said softly and Lucrecia yanked her hand away from Hojo. "That's the problem with both of you! You all allow feelings to cloud what must be done. We all knew," she cut her eyes at Hojo. "what this was when it started. Vincent, you knew what would happen when this child was conceived! If either of you loved me the way you claimed you did, then you would respect that I'm the only one willing to do what I must for this project! Fine, take him! Nut if all this fails, I hope you know that I will be the end of Sephiroth and me!"

She stormed away from the table, her eyes watering with tears of frustration. Vincent had to fight the urge to go after her retreating form. This was why he had broken away from that silken hair and soft flesh years go. He needed someone who was not so detached from their morals…or at least not so obsessed with projects. Still, he was glad that he had won the argument. He was too tired to have taken on another complaint from her to the president. He put his elbows on the table and carded his hands so he could have a comfortable rest for his forehead. He sighed, never noticing Hojo's obsidian eyes watching him the whole time. Hell, he'd forgotten the quiet man was even there until her chose to speak. He didn't even lift his head when he did.

"You still have a lot to learn about women, young Turk. Even in such prime you still operate on the idea that my beautiful, intelligent wife has a warm heart," he said calmly.

Vincent shrugged. "Your wife is a sociopath and a sadist and the most horrible thing about it is that she doesn't even realize it."

Hojo chuckled at that. "I married her for those qualities. I thought I needed someone by my side that had no problem being who she was in the Lab. However, I had expected her to change that persona in everything else. Even I don't get the results I desire all the time."

"Story of every man's life." Why was Hojo even talking to him like this?

"Tell me, Turk-"

"Valentine."

"Hmm?" Hojo's brow arched.

"You can call me Valentine. It's always annoyed the hell out of me whenever you called me Turk."

"Ah, I don't enjoy saying anyone's name without their permission. It's a sign of disrespect and presumption. I believe I only do it when I feel the need to put someone in their place."

Out of weariness, Vincent lifted his head and wrested it on one hand. "You're so old."

"So I've been told. Now, tell me, Valentine, has Sephiroth attained this normal life you have been boasting about?"

Vincent nodded knowing that Hojo would hear about it from the boy himself during the survey. Why the scientist liked to probe him as well was beyond the gunman. "Somewhat. He's made a good friend finally. A boy named Genesis Rhapsodus. You may know his father, Professor Hollander."

Vincent managed to catch the hateful glint in Hojo's eyes. "Yes, I know of the hack. He hoped to create a superior project to the Jenova project using what is called G-cells. He was in the same path of research your father and Lucrecia were, remember? We've all met a couple of times."

Vincent rubbed his temples, trying to keep his eyes open. "I don't even remember half the people my father introduced me to over the years so forgive me if he doesn't ring a bell."

"Oh for goodness sake," Hojo complained. He got up and went around the table to Vincent only to find a gun to his face.

"What do you think you're doing?" Vincent said coldly.

"Don't make a scene, Valentine," he easily maneuvered the gun out of his hand. "You're dead on your feet. I assume you haven't been sleeping well again."

"How did you know I hadn't been sleeping well at all?"

"You're painfully obvious to someone with the correct eye." Hojo tilted Vincent's head back so that those crimson eyes were on him and he could clearly see the mild red around the irises. His lids looked like they would fall any minute and the circles under his eyes were painfully obvious. "Dear Turk, there are better ways to get through the week than allowing that partner of yours to steal the last of your sleep."

"It's none of your business," Vincent grumbled wearily. Hojo shined a light in his eye and he winced at it in pain. When he opened his eyes against, he saw white spots and Hojo's intrigued face hovering over his. There was a strange softness in the Professor's eyes that made Vincent feel very uncomfortable, almost trapped.

"These are the eyes my beloved wife fell into," Hojo absently murmured his voice barely audible. "She was wrong when she said they were like blood. No, no, no, they glow like well-aged Sherry under candle light."

Vincent furrowed his brows unable to hear him clearly. "What did you say?"

Hojo use his normal tone of voice. "You're exhausted and may collapse at any time. If you have any missions today I suggest you cancel them and get some rest."

"I can't. The mission today is too important and Nobel can't do it."

"Loyal dog to the end," Hojo dug around his briefcase and produced a bottle of small white pills. He shook one into the palm of his hand and returned to Vincent's tilted back head. He found the Turk's eyes closed in an almost sleep. He gently touched the side of his face, brushing back the obsidian bangs from his face. Those eyes snapped open, fully alert and Vincent immediately sat up an angry expression on his face.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Offering my services," he said simply, an amusement coating his voice. He held out the pill. "This is from my personal pharmacy; I use them when work keeps me away from a decent rest. I assure you they are perfectly safe and will pass out of your system within twelve hours."

Vincent eyed the little white pill suspiciously. "I don't need drugs to keep me awake. I'll be fine."

Hojo chuckled. "Ah yes, ever the meticulous Turk. Trusting medication and the labs is not in the rule book, I assume. If you change your mind, here." He wrapped up the pill in a small napkin and placed it on the table. "You can take it or leave it, but I assure you that you won't make it through the day without it. High performance missions are not something a tired Turk should engage in, Valentine. Though if you manage to survive the day, do come and we'll see about that insomnia you're suffering with."

Vincent looked at the napkin and then at Hojo's retreating back. "You hate me…"

"I said I disliked you. I never deny medical and psychological care based on that. But, if I ever hated you, Valentine," Hojo looked over his shoulder at the younger man, his eyes glinting to a cold, creepy jade that was akin to Sephiroth's eyes. "Then god help you."

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A few hours later, Vincent was sitting in a lobby with Veld. He was turning the pill over in his fingers while fighting to stay awake. Veld nudged him. "Come on, Vincent. Now's not the time to fall asleep. You slept more than I did last night."

Vincent opened his eyes all the way and took another drink of coffee. They were waiting inside of Don Corneo Sr.'s place of business. They were to meet the man and his disgusting son to talk future ShinRa business. Vincent wasn't sure if he would be able to be a threatening presence with how slumped over he was and Veld wasn't helping with his uncanny ability to point out the obvious.

"You're tired, maybe you should let me go in alone."

"That's a bad call. I'll be fine," Vincent repeated for the umpteenth time. Without further reservation, he popped the pill into his mouth and drunk a large gulp of coffee behind it. "Let's get this over with."

Don Corneo Sr. came into the lobby with big burly thugs at his side. "Welcome gentlemen. Hope I haven't made you wait too long. How about a drink to lighten the mood?"

Both Turks declined. They stood and went to shake hands with the man. Vincent found that his brain was more alert than it had been in the past few months. When he shook the big man's hand he could smell every perfumed scent that had been on him and feel the gun callouses in such detail that he could tell what type of gun he used. The pill had given him an awareness that he'd only known from the short highs he got during hospital stays. That pill was Mako coated. He was going to kick Hojo's ass when he got back. Right after he punched Corneo's face in for staring at him a bit too long. The Don led them out of the lobby and decided to give them a tour of the place. He explained that he planned to open an brothel called the Honey Bee Manor and was already interviewing women and men alike to employ at the establishment.

"We're taking in a lot of slum pussy since with females its easy to just doll them up. But our men, I yes, our men are brought in from all around the planet."

"Human trafficking?" Veld asked in disgust.

"More or less. They are all willing, I assure you," Don opened the door to what seemed like a giant torture chamber. "However, we've been having more trouble out of some than others. Forgive this detour, gentlemen, but before we talk I need to check on one of our newest arrivals."

"I rather we get down to business, Don," Veld urged, not liking the feel of the room. He also didn't like how Vincent didn't seem the least bit bothered by the torture devices.

"Surely fine men like you understand the virtue of patience."

Veld flinched at the sound of a whip crack though the Don didn't notice it. He heard growls of another language being spoken in painful tones. Vincent's eyes widened only slightly before he opted to continue following the Don into the back room. Veld sighed and followed reluctantly.

"What is it, Vince?"

"Wutain," he muttered going into the room behind the Don.

There suspended by his wrists was a boy who looked no older than twelve or thirteen. His hair was black and wild from neglect and his skin was an array of fresh and old whip scars decorating his partially naked form. Purple bruises spotted his body from obvious kicking and punching. Vincent was sure he had internal injuries. He was blindfolded so that his torturer could not be seen. It was obvious by the shouting of the torturer that none of the people present spoke Wutain. The done went over to him with an amused smirk.

"This is one of our exotic trades. Sold off by his mother because he was a bastard child. Normally I don't do Wutai males no matter how pretty the slant eyed bastards are."

Veld glanced at Vincent who gave away no sign that he was offended. He supposed with Vincent's eye color it was hard to tell he was partially Wutain but still, Veld felt offended for him. He stood closer to Vincent making their shoulders touch. The Don ignored them and pulled the blindfold off the boy so that his eyes could be seen. They were closed at first but once he realized the blindfold had been removed he opened them slowly revealing angry slanted eyes set into a young face. Upon first appearance they seemed black as the pits of hell but when they adjusted to the light, Vincent could see they were a dark coal gray. The boy's eyes flitted quickly between the Don, his abuser, the men at the door and the two Turks in the room. Vincent watched lightening fast calculation flash in those eyes. The boy's legs came up, snatched his abuser around the neck and snapped his neck like a twig. The man fell on the ground in shock having not died instantly but fast approaching his end. It had only been seconds. Vincent's brow rose.

"Āng zāng de zhū! Shì fàng wǒ, nǐ fāpàng de húndàn!" The boy spat.

The Don chuckled with laughter. "Ah, he's a little hell cat isn't he. He was quite a steal and you can see why with eyes like bad no body knows what the hell he's saying."

"He said," Vincent said calmly. "Release me, you fat bastard. Also, he called the dead one a pig."

"You speak that crap. Waste a resources learning if you ask me!" the don kicked the poor boy in the stomach. He coughed up a bit of blood confirming that he had internal injuries. "Maybe you can talk some sense into him if you know that gibberish he's speaking."

The boy looked up at the done through his matted bangs. Murder was in his hellfire eyes. "Nǐ sǐ màn..." You die slow…

"Nǐ néng duì xiàn zhè ge chéng nuò?" Vincent asked approaching the strung up boy. Can you fulfill this promise?

The boy stilled and looked Vincent. He lowered his head respectful of an elder. "Shì fàng wǒ, Xiōngdì . Tā huì sǐ zài nǐ de míngzì." Free me, my brother. He will die in your name.

"Yǒu yī gè tiáo jiàn…" Vincent glanced at the Don to assure his position. There is one condition…

"Shénme?"

"Nǐ shēngmìng shǔyú wǒ ." Your life is mine.

"Vincent, what are you doing?" Veld asked becoming unsure of the situation. His fingers twitched ready to grab his gun.

The boy gave a smirk that made him look feral as a black guard hound. Wǒ de shēngmìng wèi tā de sǐ!" My life for his death.

Vincent pulled a hidden knife from his sleeve and cut the rope around the boys wrists lightening fast. "Shā le tā." Kill him.

The boy's feet touched the ground and despite the injuries and aches in his body, he managed to snatch the knife from Vincent's hand. He spring from there and put both feet into his stomach and gullet. Don gasped and fought to get hold of his personal gun. The boy stomped on the searching hand and crushed it under his bare foot. He crouched over the man with the knife to his throat. The Don choked.

"What the hell are you waiting for you morons! Help me!"

Vincent smoothly pulled Peacemaker from beneath his blazer and the man flipped back from the force of the shot. Veld shot the other over his shoulder between the eyes with only a glance.

"Vincent, what the hell! Lady ShinRa told you to stop bringing things home with us."

"Lady ShinRa trusts my judgement. This boy is going to be useful to us."

"I don't know, I mean look at him. He's all of twelve and he knows how to kill people."

"You're unfamiliar with Wutai culture," he said watching the boy. "This boy was a killer in training. He's part of the Materia Keepers of the country."

The boy sat on the Don's chest with the man's suite jacket open, carving Wutain characters into his skin and meticulously scarring the man. He stabbed him in some areas hearing his screams for help and smiling at them. After a inscribing the last character, he slit the man's throat clean through his voice box.

"Jiàohǎn xiàng zhū nǐ." You cry like pig.

Veld looked hurriedly at the door. "We should hurry. The Don's son should be around and we need to work this out."

Vincent nodded and went up to the boy. "Nǐ jiào shénme míngzì?" What is your name?

The boy stood proudly, covered in blood from head to tow. "Wǒ de míngzì Tseng…"

"Tseng," he held out his hand to the boy. "Let's get you out of here."

He looked at the offered hand and then at Vincent. He knelt down and took the man's hand. He gently pressed his lips to Vincent's palm. "My life; his death," he whispered, his accent thick.

Vincent nodded and helped the boy stand. He noticed Tseng's stagger and lifted him up so that the boy was on his back. He looked at Veld who gave him an exasperated expression. "I'm starting to think you enjoy collecting kids."

"I just enjoy hand picking ShinRa's future," he said jokingly. "Can you handle the son on your own?"

"He's just as fat a bastard as his father. I can take care of my self."

"Good, I'm glad I came on this mission. This boy is worth more than the money we came for."

Vincent managed to get him to a local bar and give him water. He propped the boy up on the bar stool and used the first aid kit the bartender kept behind the counter. The man was more than willing to help having recognized Vincent as a Turk and not wanting any trouble out of him.

"Hey, bar keep! One more round of Cactaur juice!"

Vincent paused and turned to see Genesis leaning against the bar counter with a beer to his lips. He blinked. If Genesis was here then…

"Hurry up, G.! Commercial's almost over."

Vincent whipped his head around to see Sephiroth lounging on the bar couch with his back comfortably resting against an older boy with dark hair and a beer bottle in his hand. Genesis beamed.

"Coming!" he was suddenly grabbed and he turned to give whatever lecherous drunk had grabbed him a piece of his mind. The insults died on his lips when he looked into burning crimson eyes and he was instantly sober. "….oh shit…"

Sephiroth looked over to see what was taking so long and saw his father in full uniform holding a terrified Genesis by his elbow and walking him forward. He immediately got to his feet though he couldn't stand steadily on them and the room was spinning to the point where he saw four of his guardian. Vincent loomed over him with the meanest, most disappointed face, Sephiroth had ever seen. He was in trouble, he was ashamed, and he was scared.

"Sephiroth," he said his voice cold and deep.

"I-I can totally explain…" Before he could say anything, Sephiroth suddenly felt too hot too fast. The bad feeling in his stomach came back with a painful vengeance. His head spun faster than before and he swore his feet were off the floor. Everything just suddenly hurt!

Vincent gave a worried look when Sephiroth's face paled quickly and he began to shake uncontrollably. "Sephiroth?" he released Genesis to put a hand on his shoulder. "Sephiroth!"

"Seph, you okay?" Genesis asked placing a hand on his shoulder. The boy looked up at Vincent, his eyes constantly dilating and constricting.

"I…Vince help!" was all he managed to get out before he collapsed against him, hyperventilating.

"Shit!" Angeal rose to his feet and was at Sephiroth's side. Genesis ran to get ice from the bar while Angeal worked to unbutton his shirt.

Vincent held him in his arms petting his hair worriedly. He quickly got his cell phone out and speed dialed a Hojo's personal number before balancing it between his ear and shoulder. He continued to pet the boy. Sephiroth looked up at him through unfocused eyes. His fever had shot up so high that Vincent could feel it through his gloves. Sephiroth chocked and gagged forcing Vincent to turn him on his side. He vomited and the contents of his stomach came up along with acid and frighteningly Mako. It glowed amongst the refuse and Angeal was actually frightened.

"Mako poisoning…?"

Vincent shook his head and willed for the phone to be answered. "Hojo! Something's wrong with Sephiroth."

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A/N: yeah first cliff hanger of the story. How do you like little badass Tseng. Lol, stay tuned for the next episode "Grounded." Review. Let me know what you think of this latest installment! ^ ^

Tseng. Lol, stay tuned for the next episode "Grounded." Review. Let me know what you think of this latest installment! ^ ^
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