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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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Chapter List
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I changed the name of this chapter. The next chapter will be Episode 5: You Must Really Like to Test (title is a pun on Portal 2 ^ ^) and then we'll get to the "Grounded" episode. After all, who wants to be grounded on effing vacay!
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Walking Out on Destiny
Episode 4: Disappointment
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"Get him on to the bed!"
"Is he going to be okay?"
"We're really sorry about this, we didn't know!"
"Vincent, move his hair. I need to give him an antitoxin."
"Hang on, Sephiroth."
Sephiroth felt a sting in his neck before everything went dark.
"Ah, so you are the heir they have given me?"
Sephiroth woke to the all too familiar sound the heart monitor. His senses filled with the scent of sanitation chemicals and Mako. He opened his eyes and his head felt like it was going to split in two. The lights were dimmed down thankfully and he was able to adjust. He cringed as he tried to sit up but found his hand was caught. He looked down at the gloved hand over his. Vincent's head rested on the bed, his long hair hanging to the side as if someone had brushed it there. The boy spied a small needle prick in his guardian's neck and immediately narrowed his eyes at it.
"I gave him a mild sedative to put him under. Did you know he had not been sleeping?"
Sephiroth shook his head, his mouth too dry to speak. Hojo came forward with a glass of water and modified aspirin. He took it without argument and was grateful at the instant relief that came after the pills had gone down. Hojo carefully picked up Vincent from his crumpled over position and lay him on the couch. Near the couch was Genesis and Angeal, leaning against each other in sleep and some kid with messy black hair and scrubs was sitting on the floor in the corner. His eyes were closed but Sephiroth could tell by his breathing that he wasn't in too deep of a sleep. He put the Turk blazer over him as cover and took a stool next to the bed.
"Your friend Hewley thought you were suffering from Mako poisoning, though he wasn't completely wrong. You apparently raised the toxicity of the Mako in your system by mixing it with beer and liquor. You could've very well killed yourself."
Raising himself to Sephiroth's level, he motioned for him to lean over and he put a tongue depressant to his lips. Sephiroth opened his mouth without a fuss. The piece of wood pressed down on his tongue and the professor peered into his mouth.
"Current time is 6:45pm." He muttered to no one, his way of remembering the time when he did things. I guess since you're discovering underage drinking, I'll have to give you a list of the types of alcohol you can't drink. Your body will react badly to wheat and grain alcohols. Next time you want to do something like that, stick to something classier, like wine or something light like wine coolers. No heavy drinking for you."
Sephiroth rolled his eyes and nodded. Hojo shined the light down his throat. "Also, no soda! Coffee and tea are the only caffeinated drinks you should drink. Stick to clean food and natural juice. There's a reason Valentine never let you have anything more than candy, I think you should start appreciated him for keeping you alive for so long. Also, he was kind enough to forgive your new 'friends' since they didn't understand how different your body was. Luckily, you survived or I think they would've gotten more than just a scolding. I for one think you all deserve the cane for such behavior, but it's not up to me. If it were, you'd be beaten already."
The silver haired boy couldn't help but feel guilty now. He should've told Vincent where he was going or shouldn't have gone below the plate at all. When the tongue depressor was removed, Sephiroth murmured a hoarse "I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize to me," Hojo said writing out notes on a piece of paper. "Apologize to him, whenever he decides to come to. In the meant time, Doctor Lucrecia is going to come in and do your survey now that we have you here and then tomorrow morning we're going to do your monthly test. I want you to take these detox pills until they run out and not drink anything stronger than water for about three days. The Mako in your system is reacting pretty badly to what you drunk yesterday."
"Yes, sir," he sat up. "Professor Hojo?"
"Hmm?" Hojo began to rise.
"Why am I different? Why couldn't you and Dr. Lucrecia just have me and...why did you have to make me like this?"
Hojo looked at the boy before taking off his glasses and cleaning them. "We are scientists, Sephiroth. We are the cruel, amoral, scum of the earth who prefer logic over what is right and wrong. Having you was our greatest achievement and even under Valentine's care you still manage to impress us. You are different because you are meant to be different and we do these things to you because we know you can take them. You're to be the perfect SOLDIER and that means that no one could ever hurt you or kill you."
Sephiroth lowered his head. "I'm a freak," he muttered.
"I'll tell you one thing that Lucrecia doesn't know and Valentine surely doesn't know. I have never tested anything on you that I have not done to myself first. Lucrecia will be here soon."
Sephiroth's eyes widened. The professor replaced his glasses, hunched over and out his hands behind his back in that horrible slouch he did. Once he was gone, Sephiroth rested back against his pillows with a sigh. His eyes grew heavy and he fell into sleep trying to understand the adults in his life.
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"She's lying!" the bleach blonde snapped. "She's only trying to compete with me because I actually gave you son. She can't have children! Dr. Lucrecia already proved it."
Lady ShinRa sat unladylike in the VP chair, her legs atop the desk and skirt hiked so far up that her garters were showing. Reginald eyed her with both irritation and a hidden lust. She smirked it him, took a sip of juice from her glass. In her lap, a blond eight year old sat in her lap playing with a teddy bear and ignoring the screaming from his mother.
"Maricella, I never said I was infertile. Dr. Lucrecia said that conceiving for me would be difficult. Also, I never said I was pregnant, I simply said that if I wanted to be so, now would be a good time."
Lady ShinRa was sometimes labeled a complete bitch for the stunts she pulled. Her husband and the secretary were headed out on a not so discreet night on the town and were leaving Lazard with her. She had nothing against the child, loved him more than his own mother did, but she be damned if something that wasn't her own flesh and blood took over the company. She came in and announced that she was currently ovulating and that Hojo had stated that tonight would be a good time to try. Reginald was debating about it since he could get anything out of Maricella that he wanted while a night with his own wife was quite a treat. She knew she had won and Maricella was pissed.
"My lovely wife, I believe that will do just fine. I'll be back soon to check on you then," Reginald promised.
Lady ShinRa nodded and she winked the bottle blonde. That was why her husband worshiped her, despite her controlling nature. She was well put together, didn't need to dress like a slut to accent her curvaceous form. She was authoritative, forceful! She refused to roll over and put up a hell of a fight when she had to. Most importantly, in Reginald's case, she was a natural blonde. Lady ShinRa had everything Maricella wish she could have without having to lay on her back and she hated her for it.
As they left, she hugged Lazard to her who looked up at her with her husband's baby blues. "You're going to have a brother, Lazard. You're going to have a brother and you can both rule this company together as President and Vice President."
"I get my own brother?" he asked cutely.
She smiled and gently placed his tiny hand on her stomach. "That's right. You wanna name him?"
"Uh…Um…RUFUS!"
She snickered. "Rufus?"
"Yep! Rufus is a cool name! It's my bear's name and he's cool."
"If you say so! I kind of like that name. Rufus ShinRa. Has quite a ring to it doesn't it?"
"Mm-hmm!"
"I wish I could grant you the ShinRa last name Lazard," she said sadly. "Your mother doesn't deserve you."
Lazard looked up at her in confusion.
She smiled. "You are just a treat, aren't you. Come on, let's say we go get some dinner and ice cream?"
"Ice cream, ice cream," the boy chanted.
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"And your reaction to crowds?"
"I don't have a reaction…I mean, its just people."
Vincent woke up to the sound of Sephiroth and Lucrecia's voice. He sat up, his body aching and looked over to see Sephiroth healthily awake and filling out the survey that he always took.
"I'll have to give you my journal tomorrow. Its still in my room."
"Its fine, just give it to me next week. How has Vincent been treating you?"
Sephiroth gave a small smile. "I think you should be asking how I've been treating him. He's been the best guardian I've ever had but I think I've been driving him crazy. Did you know he's not sleeping well?"
"People with a guilty conscious don't sleep well," she answered carelessly. "So he hasn't laid a hand on you or done anything abusive?"
"No! You've never asked that before!"
"After this stunt, I'm questioning his ability to take care of you!"
"It wasn't his fault," Sephiroth growled. "I'm the one that went off without telling him and I was the one drinking. He was on a mission!"
"More reason why he's not good for you, Sephiroth. He's always busy, I wonder how he even have time for you if he's too busy to notice you gallivanting with the wrong people! I think he's a poor judge of character!"
"Vincent took me away from you!" Sephiroth snapped. "I think his judgment is just fine. He cares about me being safe and happy. You didn't even care enough for that."
Lucrecia averted her eyes. "Sephiroth, I…" she shook her head. "If this is how you're going to react then I think you need not go anywhere. You're obviously not in a rational state of mind."
"According to who?"
She took a deep breath attempting to calm herself. "Sephiroth, all that I do I do for your well being. You realize that if you had died tonight I could never forgive myself. Out of all my life's work, you are my greatest triumph, my greatest achievement. How can you think you aren't important to me?"
"Because, you treat me like a science project!"
"Sephiroth," she said gently. "You are what you are. You were born in a lab and if it had been up to me you would've remained there. You would stayed safe where I could've cared for you and aided you. I could watch you grow and be proud of you."
"You aren't proud now? I went through school on my own intelligence. I passed the last of the SOLDIER exams through sheer determination. I've been doing well in your tests since I've been living with Vincent because I have time to train and keep myself fit. I've been reading, learning to use Materia before anyone had to tell me to do so. I'm stronger, faster, and smarter than I could've been locked inside that bubble you kept me in and I did it on my own. Aren't you proud of me?"
Lucrecia shook her head and simply said "No."
Sephiroth's face fell. "Why?"
"Statistics and constant research tell me that you could do so much better, but you never will as long as you choose to be defiant. I can't be proud of a son who has gotten by on a few accidental achievements and won't adhere to what's best for him. You've done nothing worthy of praise, Sephiroth, and I'm waiting for you to realize that."
"Accidental…achievements…"
"If there comes a time when you do as we say, then maybe, maybe you will not be a total loss. If you continue to want to be 'normal' then you will only fail as the great SOLDIER we intended you to be. You will be a disappointment to Kanaye and more of a disappointment to me. Maybe you'll think about that on your trip. Rest well, Sephiroth. We'll test you tomorrow." She stood up calmly and walked out of the room.
Sephiroth watched her go with an almost hurt expression. Vincent suddenly wasn't so angry with him. He figured listening to that woman break him down was enough. Instead, he pulled out a cigarette and went over to open the window. "You let her get to you."
"I didn't say any of that for your benefit!" Sephiroth spat angrily.
"Didn't say you did," Vincent replied softly.
"No, you didn't." he sighed. "You really loved her didn't you?"
Yeah, I did. I fell in love with the woman, not the monster. Or maybe that's all she ever was."
"She's my mother, Vincent. And I'm just her specimen." Sephiroth drew up his knees.
"You're more than that to her. She loves you, Sephiroth. She truly does. She just doesn't see it yet."
"Heh, right," he looked at Vincent, taking in his weary features and realized Hojo was right. His guardian had not been resting. "Say, Vince, about today-"
"It was irresponsible."
"I know."
"You could've gotten hurt."
"I know."
"And you disobeyed the rules I set down for you. No trips below the plate, no drinking, no going anywhere without contacting me first! I make these rules to keep you out of their hands. I make them to keep you safe and happy! what the hell were you thinking. Hell i could excuse the drinking if you had brought them back to my house. It would've been less frightening to have you pass out there than in a crowded bar where someone could've slipped something into your drink. What do you think would've happened if I hadn't have stumbled across you?"
"I..don't know.."
"You would've died!" Vincent spat.
Sephiroth felt so small and very young under that scrutinizing gaze. He hadn't counted on Vincent still being upset, still being angry. Between this, Hojo's subtle disappointment, and Lucrecia's blatant disregard for his humanity, he honestly didn't know what to say. He felt like he'd let them all down without even realizing it. "I'm so sorry, Uncle Vince."
Vincent sighed and flicked cigarette ash out the window. "Listen, Sephiroth, I'm not going to pretend like I'm not angry. You could've jeopardized not only your life but your freedom by pulling a stunt like that. I can't let you do something like this and get away with it with a slap on the wrist."
Sephiroth nodded, waiting to hear something horrible like he could never see Angeal and Genesis ever again.
"But," the gunman's voice was softer. "I can't recall a time when I didn't do something stupid at your age. I'm not going to stop you from having friends. They are the first ones you ever had and I wouldn't dare take that away from you. Besides, I can't blame them for what they didn't know. I blame you because you knew what you were doing. You can still see them."
The boy lifted his head, his eyes hopeful.
"But," he said sharply. "You're currently grounded until I say otherwise. You're not to leave the house without me for the next month. Your friends can come over but only with my permission and you are not allowed to go anywhere with them. Not even down the street. You're chores are doubled. You wash, you clean, and you do the yard work. If I say do something, don't question just do. And the next time you put an air horn next to my ear, I will give you back to Hojo in a Midgar minute!"
Sephiroth sulked but then thought about. Genesis and Angeal could still come to see him. That was more than he'd expected. He nodded. "Okay, I promise I'll try to make all this up to you."
Vincent nodded. "This was supposed to be a surprise but in a week, we're going to go to Costa de Sol. If you do what I say for the next week, I'll talk to Angeal's CO and he and Genesis can come with us. But even there you're still going to be grounded. Can't trust you on your own."
"Alright, you're the best, old man!"
"We're going to the beach? Hellz yeah!"
Both of them turned to see Genesis wide awake and Angeal rubbing his eyes sleepily. Vincent rolled his eyes. "You sure know how to pick them kid. Oh, there's someone who is going to be living with us for the time being. Tseng, come here?"
The boy with mangy hair lifted his head to full awareness. At that moment Sephiroth decided he was creepy. He got up and went to Vincent, his eyes downcast and his posture was much more mature than anyone that small should be. Vincent placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"This is Tseng. I saved him just today and he's going to be living with us. I believe he understands Midgar tongue and speaks it clearly but he doesn't respond to disrespect."
Genesis went over out of curiosity. "He's Wutain isn't he? That's so cool! Hi! My name is Genesis. Its nice to meet you Tseng!" he tried to shake the boys hand but Tseng flinch and backed into Vincent. The boy glared him, ready to fight.
"Píngfù!" Vincent laughed and squeezed Tseng shoulder. "Tā shì péng yǒu." Calm down. He's a friend.
"He is a friend?" Tseng said softly and bowed his head. "It's nice to meet you."
Genesis blinked at that but smiled and bowed his head. "Nice to meet you too! Maybe when you're older you can hang out with us. How old are ya anyway?"
"Wǒ shí èr..." he trailed off and shook his head. "I am twelve."
"Twelve? Really? Jeez, twelve and hanging with someone like Vincent you must be some kinda awesome."
Tseng shrugged. Sephiroth was eying the boy in confusion. He couldn't tell if it was suspicion or curiosity but he wasn't sure he'd feel comfortable with that boy in the house. That kid had murder in his eyes like he'd killed before. He had eyes like the Vincent's. Tseng felt him staring and looked at him.
"It is nice to meet you as well, Sephiroth."
"Uh, yeah. Same here," he replied uncomfortably.
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Lady ShinRa lay Lazard down on the guest bed, knowing that Maricella would not be back for him tonight. It was a shame that the woman treated Lazard as paycheck rather than a child, but she would see to that part soon. First thing she needed to do was to insure that Rufus's paternity would not be questions. She had been given the diagnosis the day before meaning that she had this small window of opportunity to not cause any problems for her unborn child. She smiled. Rufus. She left the young boy sleeping soundly and shut off the lights in the room. He snuggled into her teddy bear making her smile before she shut the door.
"I wish you were mine," she whispered before closing the door. She made her way down to the foyer, her white heels clicking hard on the marble floor. This house was her life's work. Every decision Reginald ShinRa had made passed through her first and she weeded out the wrong ones to gain them all the money, power and respect they had now. This mansion attested to all she had worked for, all she had hoped for, all she had sacrificed for. She touched her Mako enhanced eye. Oh yes, she had sacrificed. Even took a bullet to the head for her husband so that he would not lose face. No one could ever say that she didn't love Reginald but no one could ever say that she liked him. When they met, it was all cute ball gowns and corporate mixers for her, but now that he had grown fat and greedy in his complacency, she couldn't find the man that had so easily charmed her. In a way, she understood her poor Hellhound. Vincent had fallen for the charm, the idea of the good doctor. She had fallen for the charm, the idea of Reginald. They both suffered for it and they both found something worth while to keep them going. For Vincent it had been Sephiroth and Veld. For her it was the company, her Turks, and, soon, her son.
So when she saw heard the door open to their house and Reginald stepped in with a perverse smile on his face, it was easy to smile flirtatiously and allow her robe to slide off her shoulder. As he approached her, thoughts of her son went through her head. Rufus ShinRa always dressed down in white, hair like hers and eyes blue as the devil. Handsome but soft featured like she was, with the same penchants for bossing people around as his parents had. A man that was, despite all that power, as loyal to his employees as they were to him would rule Midgar and ShinRa Inc like his father never could. Her Turks would be in his hands, stepping out beside him and making feared him and revered. That man would be her son and would be the only man in her life who would not disappoint her.
Reginald touched her cheek and ran his thumb just beneath her ruined eye. "Sorry I'm late."
"Don't make me wait much more then."
He chuckled and followed her upstairs. "You're being generous today, Elloria."
Lady ShinRa smiled fondly at him. "Because I can finally prove to you how much I love this company and you."
"Well then, that's something you haven't striven for in a while. I won't be disappointed?" he asked playfully.
"I refuse to disappoint."
Yes, she loved her husband more than words could describe, more than she cared to admit. She just wished that he still loved her more than he loved his money…
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Vincent opened his house to allow a new inhabitant in. this was the second time he'd allowed something to follow him home and he started to wonder if he really was lonely. Tseng toed off the too big shoes he'd gotten from the interns at the hospital before walking in confidently. Vincent shut the door and locked it. He'd told Sephiroth he'd return in the morning after he'd gotten some sleep, but he wasn't sure how plausible that was since he had one more child to get settled in. Tseng stood silently near the door, waiting further instructions from his savior. Vincent pinched the brigde of his nose wishing that he could just put Tseng to sleep and deal with him in the morning when he felt more up to it.
"You...have head ache? Yes?" Tseng asked.
"Ah that, how well do you speak Midgardian?"
"Enough to understand and…be understood, but it is hard because I think Wutain."
"I'll get you a translator piece in the morning when I go by the technical labs. Since you're going to be living with me, I want you to speak nothing but Midgar tongue. You're going to learn to read, write, and communicate in this language alone. The only time you will speak Wutaian is if you are alone with me or you have to translate for someone else. Am I understood?"
Tseng processed the order and shook his head. "You wish I give up the mother tongue?"
"No, I wish you to learn this tongue along side it. You have speak this tongue well in order to for you to be of use to ShinRa. Unless you want to go back to the Don's, it's imperative that you immerse yourself in this culture."
Tseng nodded. "This I understand. I will do as you say."
Vincent smiled and led him to the bathroom. "You'll have to sleep on the couch until I can make room for you, but at least it's softer than the floor. Let's get you cleaned up and do something with this hair."
Tseng followed Vincent's every instruction without question, but hesitated when the man told him to take off his clothes. He stood there uncomfortably, his eyes downcast. Vincent tilted his head.
"What's wrong?"
"That man, the Don, was not the only one before I was brought to this land. I am ashamed of this body."
Vincent offered a kind small and brought the boy over. "I'll leave until you get in, if it makes you more comfortable."
"Just turn your back?" he requested.
Vincent shrugged and turned around, too tired to question the child. He had to watch himself around the boy. He knew from the way the boy took the pain that that had not been the first time he had beaten. But being snatched into the slave trade was a whole different beast. There were so many important questions that he couldn't dare ask the boy. Did they hurt him? Had he been raped? How many times? How and who? What did he do to those who violated him? Or those who beat him? So many cruel and humiliating questions, Vincent was sure Tseng would shut down or worse become angry. The child knew how to kill, what clan had he haled from. Was he apart of the materia masters as he suspected, was he just some bastard child on the street, or worse what if he was a noble as Vincent's mother had been?
"You can turn round."
Vincent turned to find Tseng crouched low in the suds of the bath tub. He got on the floor near the tube and used the detachable shower head to spray warm water of that mop of hair. He ran his fingers through, mindful of the kinks and tangles.
"We may have to cut most of your hair."
"That will be fine. It's painful anyway."
"Well, lets at least attempt to wash it," Vincent muttered dropping shampoo on the boys head. He began to work it through the boy hair smiling as the boys eyes drooped tiredly.
"Can I ask a question?"
"What is it?"
"That boy Sephiroth, is he your son? I heard Hojo and that woman speak to him as if he were theirs."
"He is their son but, they gave up their parental rights to me. I feared for the child's safety so I took Sephiroth from them in exchange for my position among the Turks."
"You gave up your place for a child not yours?"
"Mm-hmm." Vincent didn't see the melancholy smile on Tseng's face.
"And you open your home to unwanted child?"
Vincent paused and looked at Tseng's face. Yes, there was a smile there but it was a sad smile and Vincent didn't know what to say or if the boy wanted him to say anything.
"My clan hated me…" Tseng whispered. "They called me yěshēng zhǒngzǐ , um, bastard...wild seed…because I was born from rape. My mother could not get rid of me once she gave birth to me. She dishonor the clan by keeping me. So one night, they execute her and took me to be raised as slave. I watch children my age learn the arts and secrets of our clan. Secrets I was forbidden to know. But one monk was kind to me. He taught me what others did not wish me know. I learned well. But…they find out. They beat me and the monk was blinded for telling secrets. I would have been killed too but I ran. I ran away to the capital and was taken in by…um…Bǎomǔ ?"
"Ah, a brothel owner."
"Yes, she thought me girl and meant to train me for work. I told her I was boy so she put me to house keeping work. I stay there for year. Then round eye man came to shop. He saw me, offered to buy me. Lady took the money, it was small fortune. He took me because he saw my eyes. I was pushed into slave trade. From there I was beaten by every hand I pass to because I would not yield to their desires. The last man that tried to….Qiáng jiān…violate, I cut out his eyes. No one wished to buy me because I would not be broken. Then that man bought me believing he could do what they could not. That's how you find me."
Vincent carefully rinsed the suds from Tseng's hair, his heart heavy. Wutains were proud, powerful, and nearly unbreakable. To hear this coming from a boy who was no more than twelve years old was heart breaking. He wanted to find every hand the boy had passed through and kill them all in cold blood. He ran his fingers gently through the now smooth hair the way he used to do Sephiroth's hair. The boy's posture relaxed having grown rigid from telling his tale. Tseng looked over his shoulder at him, his hair pushed away from his face.
"Am I worthy of your house, Vincent? I will understand if I am turned to the streets."
Vincent actually laughed at that. "If I didn't want you, I wouldn't have saved you. I'll tell you a secret. Every person in the Turks started out as something else. Some of us were privileged and got in on person merit, some of us were kidnapped out of our home because we showed potential, some of us were picked up off the streets because we were cut throat enough to be considered. But when this all started, we were nothing but kids looking for someone to guide us. The same is true for you also. I'm going to help you, and all I wish for in return is your loyalty. I want your word that you won't betray me, or the people who aid you."
Tseng shook his head. "I would not betray those who are kind to me. I promise I will never betray you and yours, come what may."
Vincent nodded. "Then you have nothing to worry about."
He washed the boy up, mindful of his wounds and wrapped him in a towel. Tseng dried himself and his own hair but flinched at his broken ribs. Vincent began pulling first aid materials from the cabinet including a cure materia for the boy's whip lashes. He held up the kit to the boy showing him there was no weapon.
"You'll let me tend to those, won't you?"
Tseng touched his tender side and nodded. Vincent had him lay across his bed and worked first to seal up the whip lashes so no more scaring would occurring. Viewing the map of scars, cuts, and welts on the boys skin, it was no wonder that he was adverse to allowing anyone to touch or see them. He hadn't realized how bad off it had been. He did his best with the ribs and bandaged them up before rubbing a strong smelling salve on the boys many scars. They may not fade completely but the least he could do was make them less noticeable. He rubbed it in taking the painful knots out of the boy's still developing muscles.
"Alright, I'll get you a shirt. You can sit up."
Tseng didn't move. Vincent's brows furrowed and he leaned down close to the boy hearing soft steady breaths coming for him. Vincent smiled and moved the boy enough to cover him and left him to sleep in the enormous bed. He opted to take the couch instead. Tseng had been through enough and he needed the rest more than Vincent did. He went out on to the patio and lit a cigarette, inhaling the nicotine and sighing deeply. He was tired, the hours of lost sleep were catching up on him making him slow and his body ache. Sephiroth was alright, Tseng was resting well, and everything was going fine…so what was keeping him from rest. Vincent sat down and watched the stars from his spot questioning himself. Why did he keep collecting charges? Having things to care about was the worst thing that could ever befall a Turk. Yet, he'd done it again, taken in a child who was not his problem out of some strange kindness that as a killer he shouldn't have had. Sephiroth and Tseng would be part of his future now...if he didn't kill himself on cigarettes and insomnia. What was he going to do? He chuckled to himself. Maybe he should take up Hojo's offer. The professor said he disliked him but that wouldn't stop him from helping and he reluctantly admitted that the man was the best scientist/doctor ShinRa had ever had. He tilted his head to the side and scratched his hair. Yeah, he'd pay the sly bastard a visit, even if it was just to get a prescription for sleeping pills.
A/N: Okay, sorry this didn't have much in it, but I wanted show the different reactions to Sephiroth doing something wrong and I wanted to touch a little on Tseng's past and Lady ShinRa before moving on to the Costa De Sol part. Trust me, all three of these things are very much plot relevant! . Also, almost done with the next chapters of Chanterelle and Crimson Sins. I really like doing multiple fics, helps me keep attention span. Anyway, next Episode: "You Must Really Like to Test…" Review and let me know what you think. I will continue to update quickly that way.
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