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It's Just Trash	By : KSipesh Category: Final Fantasy VII > Het - Male/Female Views: 1079 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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As in Candy Wrapper, this chapter contains some game dialogue. And yeah, the slight smut toward the end of Chapter 7 of that story�well, it�s not entirely so slight here.

Good times.

Oh, and sorry for the delay in this update, but I was being tarried by that annoying thing called real life, darn it!

It�s Just Trash

Chapter 7

I had my pack readied with my supplies within a few minutes. My traveling needs are fairly simple. I don�t like taking extraneous things along with me. After another lingering embrace, we headed out and stepped into the hall. Before I closed the door behind me, I remembered that there was one more thing that I needed to take with me. I looked at Tifa. "I forgot something."

"Well, you�re hardly taking anything," she laughed back at me.

I couldn�t argue with that, but still, there was something that I felt I needed. I went back in, closing the door behind me and went to my bed. I knelt upon it and reached toward the wall. I pulled the picture of Tifa I had taped to it under the ammo chart off, and smiled at it momentarily before placing it into the pocket within the lining of my cloak. Perhaps I�m more sentimental than I should be, but it was important to me. Tifa and I were alike in that way, I suppose. She with her journal and candy wrappers, I with my picture.

With that stowed away, I rejoined her in the corridor and we made our way to the bridge. The others were all present as well.

Those amassed were in the midst of a conversation.

"Seven more days, that�s what Grandfather said." Nanaki was pacing the floor anxiously. It was almost as though there were two versions of Red XIII. There was this, the strong, and pensive warrior that most saw, and then there was the lazing, openly speaking cat that I saw when we were in our room. I was privileged to know both sides of him.

Cloud was standing looking stern, and he flashed a glare toward Tifa and myself. I knew in that moment that he was more savvy as to the situation between Tifa and I than I would have liked. He turned his attention away from us and back toward Nanaki. "Red, you want to see everyone in Cosmo Canyon again?"

"Yes."

Cloud faced Barrett. "You want to see Marlene, right?"

"Don�t ask me that," Barrett replied flatly, clearly uncomfortable with the query.

I watched Cloud as he began to speak about the possibility of failure and of death. He seemed unmoved by the chance of dying, and I realized that I was looking upon a man who felt he had nothing to live for, win or lose. I�d felt that way once myself, and it was no way to exist.

Barrett retorted, displaying his discontentment over Cloud�s apparent self-doubt. The man was never one to hold back with his honest thoughts about things. That was something you could rely upon from Barrett. If he perceived you as an idiot or wrong, you would quickly be informed as such.

Cloud locked gazes with him, his exhaustion with the simple act of living obvious. "No, what I meant was� What are we all fighting for? I want us all to understand that. Save the Planet, for the future of the Planet-- sure, that�s all fine, but really, is that how it is?"

At that point, I noticed that Cloud turned and faced Tifa, who was at my side. His lips pulled downward into a pained frown, as he made some sort of internal resolution regarding the woman next to me. "For me, this is a personal feud. I want to beat Sephiroth, and settle my past. Saving the Planet just happens to be a part of that. I�ve been thinking, and I think we�re all fighting for ourselves. For ourselves, and that someone�something�whatever it is, that�s important to us. That�s what we�re fighting for. That�s why we keep up this battle for the Planet."

Tifa shifted the way she was standing beside me, taking some meaning from what Cloud was saying.

And I, too, knew what he was saying. He had just made it clear to everyone that he was fighting for Aeris and Aeris alone. Nothing else mattered to him. Sadly, his reason for fighting may have given him the drive to fight with ferocity, but when it was all said and done, either with him in the glory of victory, or in the death throws of defeat, his reason for fighting, Aeris, would still be dead. Cloud was battling for a memory, for that was all that Aeris was now. I knew that this was not the way to carry on. I had tried fighting for a memory and I had failed. Only after that had I realized that if I�d fought for Lucrecia before she had perished, that my resolve to save her would have been stronger, and events would have unfolded differently. In short, Cloud was on his way down a path that would lead him to a life of guilt and suffering. That was a fate I wanted no one to ever suffer.

As Barrett broke the brief silence, I found myself still rapt up in my thoughts. Cloud had set me to thinking. Before I had Tifa at my side, before my love for her had been confessed, I, like Cloud, had been fighting for only a memory. I had been carrying on merely acting in behalf of Lucrecia�s former life. Yes, I had come far in these last three weeks, but had I been fighting for something real, tangible, alive, well, I would have done far better. Now, such a thing was standing just a short distance to my right.

My reason for fighting wasn�t Lucrecia anymore. She was dead, and she cared not about what was transpiring.

My reason for fighting was Tifa. If we failed, her young and beautiful spark of life would be eradicated from the Planet. That would be the true tragedy of failure. I couldn�t let that happen, even at the cost of my own life. If I had to perish so that she could go on, then that was a sacrifice I was willing to make, and it was a far better reason to die than for the memory of a ghost.

I noticed that the others were moving from the bridge, and I realized that I�d failed to pay any attention whatsoever to the latter portion of their conversation. I had become absorbed in my own thoughts and had only been brought out of them when I felt Tifa�s eyes upon me. "Vincent?"

I came back to the present and met her gaze. "Tifa?"

"I guess you should get on your way," she said, her voice laced with regret.

To say that I felt bad for basically abandoning her for what would prove to be a day or two would have been an understatement. I offered her a faint smile and slung my pack over my shoulder and took her hand in my right. We left the ship.

Once we were a good distance away, I turned and placed my arms around her. "Tifa, is there no where you wish to go while you have this chance?"

Her eyes dimmed with the promise of tears and she shook her head. "Everything that I care about, except for you, is gone. My family is dead, my home destroyed. I�ve got nothing, Vincent."

I flipped open the buckles to my cloak, knowing that it would make our upcoming farewell kiss easier-- not that my mind was stuck on such a thing. Again, the feeling of remorse I had for leaving Tifa like this washed over me. I hoped that she didn�t think that I was going to simply vanish. "I will be back, you know that, right?"

In response, she nodded. I was then offered a candy bar.

I took it and slipped it into the pocket that also held her picture. I couldn�t help but smile at her, and then I reached out and pulled her close. My lips met hers and I took my time to savor the kiss, knowing that it would be the last one that I received for a while. Leaving Tifa like this was proving to be the hardest thing that I�d undergone since being awakened from stasis. Eventually, I forced myself to release her and I began to back away.

Tifa remained there, opening her eyes reluctantly after I had retreated a short distance. "Vincent, I love you."

I felt the smile I�d been wearing widen upon hearing what had quickly become my favorite phrase said to my by Tifa. "And I love you, Tifa. Soon."

With my heart heavy, I turned and walked away, knowing that if I didn�t leave then, that I wouldn�t have been able to go at all. I heard Tifa whisper the simple word, "Soon," behind me, forcing me to go quicker. She was having a profound effect upon me, and that was something that I didn�t honestly mind.

I wracked my brain as I walked south, wondering how I was going to get to my destination in the time allotted. I had a good thousand miles to transverse to get to the Temple, and I had no means of transportation.

An hour passed and I found myself standing before an inland bay. Sitting on the beach was a craft of some sort, with a young man sitting next to it in the sand. I began to think of a plan and decided to act.

I walked up toward the man and vehicle, examining it in my curiosity as I neared. I�d never seen such a craft in my life, and wondered what it was.

The young man noticed my approach and got up, brushing the sand from his jeans. "Hey there."

I put forth my most non-threatening air. "Hello. Can I ask what this is?"

He was no more than nineteen years of age, with shoulder length dark hair and piercing green eyes. After glancing back over his shoulder at the machine, he met my gaze. "Yeah, it�s a hovercraft."

"And how long would it take such a vehicle, if it were capable, of going say, from here to the Temple of the Ancients in the south?" I asked, trying to seem harmless.

"Five hours," he said, nonchalantly.

I probably cocked an eyebrow, not believing that he could possess something capable of transversing such a distance in just a few hours. "A thousand miles in five hours?"

The boy outright laughed at me. "One thousand miles south, yeah, that�s no big deal, Mister."

Now, you must understand, I had been out of circulation for nearly thirty years. In my day, vehicles that were reliable, fast, and able to make a trip over that distance in such a short amount of time were unheard of, at least, such things were never owned by ordinary people. Yet, this was exactly what I needed and had stumbled upon. "How difficult is it to operate?"

He laughed at me once more. "Hell, it�s simple enough. It pretty much drives like a car, but can go right over land or water. You get the best speed over water, though."

"So, one who has never navigated such a craft would be able to do so if they knew how to drive?" I openly wondered, needing to know exactly what I was potentially about to get myself into.

"Sure, I�ve been using this thing since I was fourteen before I ever got my license. My dad owns the company that makes them." The boy looked back at the vehicle again.

In the time he had turned his head to look at the so-called hovercraft and then back at me, I�d drawn my gun and had it aimed squarely at his head. "I apologize, young man, but I need the use of your vehicle. I will return with it in a day or two."

The color drained from the boy�s face and his body began to shake. "If�if you steal it, my dad will never forgive me!"

"I intend only to take it to the Temple and then I will return with it. I am not stealing it, per se." I felt inwardly bad about having to threaten the boy, but I saw no alternative.

"Well�I�I can take you there, but I�m sorry, Mister, I�m not letting you steal it." He was far braver than I had anticipated. The boy�s resolve was taken note of.

I maintained my aim, not willing to fall into any false sense of complacency. "Take me there?"

"Sure�" He was still trembling. "I�I can take you there, but I�m not letting this ship out of my sight otherwise."

I slowly lowered my weapon, wondering if he was going to try anything. "If you will take me willingly, I will pay you."

He nodded, not taking his eyes from my gun. "Okay�just, don�t hurt me, all right?"

It may have been foolish of me to reholster my weapon that quickly, but I did, not wishing to cause the boy any more distress. "Then we need to get going."

"Okay." He moved toward the craft, pulling open the door on the side of it. He disappeared inside and I followed him in.

The interior was roughly the same size as that of a single engine plane. There were two seats up front, and then two more behind them. The boy went forward and sat in the driver�s side seat. I went up and landed in the passenger seat to his right.

The boy looked over at me, his eyes still possessing signs of his fear. "Is there any chance that you�ll tell me your name?"

I offered him a smile and extended my right hand toward him. "Vincent."

He accepted my handshake. "My name�s Porter. Well, actually, it�s Joseph Porter, but everyone calls me Porter, I don�t know why."

I knew that given different circumstances, I wouldn�t have minded having this young man as a friend. He was both timid and brave at the same time. It was an unusual combination of traits. I decided to make the effort of conversing as best I could. "Joseph was my father�s name."

"Yeah, it�s pretty common." He turned what I assumed to be the ignition, and a roar was heard as the craft�s engines fired up. He raised his voice to be heard over the noise. "I guess that�s why they started calling me Porter. There were three other Josephs in my school."

I startled a bit and grabbed the arms of the seat I was in as I felt the craft rock slightly and then rise up several inches. As I did so, my left arm became glaringly obvious as I clutched the armrest with it.

Porter�s eyes caught sight of my cybernetic limb and went wide. I could see the question that burned in his mind, but he had the tact not to ask and after a few seconds, he diverted his eyes and looked out the windshield. "Five hours, you time it."

Had I any means of telling time, I would have obliged, but I did not. I relaxed as best I could under the circumstances, not used to the sensation of the vehicle�s movements.

We were soon underway and gliding over the water. As the craft gained speed, I was awestruck at how fast the water and waves began to pass below us. I could see the speedometer on the instrument panel before Porter and sure enough, it indicated one hundred and ninety-seven miles an hour. He would indeed get me there in around five hours.

Porter kept the conversation going as we went along well. He seemed intelligent enough to refrain from asking me any personal questions, but was more than willing to reveal things about himself. For instance, he told me that he thought being a Turk would be an interesting job, and that he was considering applying with Shinra at some point in the future.

I had listened to this in silence. He was either blissfully unaware of what was looming in the sky over Midgar, or he simply opted to pretend that life was going on as normal, even to the point of daydreaming about the future. Either way, I admired that. To be young, unfettered by the burdens of life like this boy, was something that I missed dearly.

Night fell as we traveled, and my thoughts turned to Tifa. I stared out the window into the darkness, reflecting on the first time she�d come to me up on deck in the night just a few days before to offer me that first candy bar, and where I had first had her collect my trash. I frowned to myself as I thought about that being some sort of symbol of our relationship. She offered me sweetness, and in return, I only had my own battered and used self to offer up. I was trash, cast off by Hojo after my novelty had worn off.

I forced that thought from my mind quickly, though. Tifa wouldn�t want me thinking such things about myself. To be honest, she had done wonders for my self esteem in the last several days, and I would try to think better of myself, for her if nothing else.

When I heard the roar of the engines begin to die down, I was snapped from my reverie. I looked over at Porter, and he offered me a smile. "We�re there. Five hours, seventeen minutes. Pretty good, huh?"

I got up from my seat. "Very good."

He moved to follow me and soon, we were standing outside of the craft in the night air. I looked around, seeing that we were indeed very close to the Temple. We were on the edge of the forest, in which the Temple once rested. I turned back to Porter and held out my right hand. "I will need the keys to the vehicle, if you don�t mind."

"You think I�m going to take off in the night?" He crossed his arms over his chest. "You said you were gonna pay me. There�s no way I�m bailing now after coming this far."

"The keys, Porter." I would not run the risk of being abandoned. "You will be paid when we go back. I have around four grand in cash, and it will all be yours."

Porter�s eyes went wide and in a heartbeat, he had the keys placed in my right hand. "Okay."

I put the keys into my pack before throwing it back over my shoulder. "I�m going to the Temple. I will be back tomorrow night. Wait for me here, do not follow."

"For that much money, I�ll do whatever in the hell you want," he said back to me.

"Good." I turned from him and made my way into the forest.

I�ve been blessed with a good natural sense of direction, and I was fairly confident that I knew where the Temple was-- or rather, where it had been before collapsing and becoming that God forsaken Black Materia.

I suppose that I walked for nearly two hours before I found the break in the trees that marked the place where the Temple had stood. I knew that Tseng�s grave was close by, but that in the darkness, I�d be hard pressed to find it.

My exhaustion got the better of me and I opted just to camp for the night. It was warm enough that I didn�t need to go to the trouble of making a fire and I took off my cloak and then pulled the blanket I had stuffed into my pack out and laid it upon the ground. That done, I sat upon it and pulled my cloak over to me. I reached within it and brought out both Tifa�s picture as well as the candy bar that she�d gotten me.

I placed her photo before me on the blanket and found myself smiling at it as I pulled the wrapper from my candy and set about consuming it. Knowing that this would be the last thing that I would eat for a day or so, I made certain to take my time with it. The following day I would spend in meditation, fasting at Tseng�s graveside, paying my homage to him in our people�s usual way. Customarily, it is the eldest living male relative�s job to remain with the deceased for the first day after their passing, steeped in meditation, but circumstances had prevented me from doing that. Doing this now was the best I could do, and I felt I owed it to Tseng.

However, that was tomorrow and the night still belonged to me. I finished my candy and then folded the wrapper in two, before placing it back into my cloak pocket. That done, I lay down on my side, and took Tifa�s picture, propping it against my pack so that I could see it. I found myself smiling at it and inevitably, my mind turned to that morning�s events.

The fact that Tifa had so eagerly and willingly given herself to me still amazed me. I was unable to pull my mind from those thoughts, and my body began to respond as a result. I had an overwhelming compulsion to try and make contact with Tifa and I reached into my pack and pulled out the small radio that I, like all AVALANCHE members, had been provided with. I put it to the frequency of Tifa�s radio and gave it a shot.

It cracked to life as she responded to the signal. "Hello?"

I can�t express how wonderful it was to hear her voice. "Tifa� I just finished the candy bar you gave me before I left and I had to check up on you."

She giggled in the manner she tended to do. "I just had one, too. It�s sort of our thing."

"I suppose." How the mere act of talking to her could be making my present state of arousal as bad as it was getting was beyond me. I had somehow hoped that speaking with her would have helped me to relax, but my male drive seemed unwilling to relent. In the back of my mind, the thought of relieving the tension that was coming over me so that I could sleep began to creep up. As I�ve said before, I�ve never been one much for self-gratification, but again, Tifa was having an unusual effect upon me. "I�ve made it a point to save the wrapper."

Once more, that irresistible laugh of hers came over the air. "Thanks. Hey, how far did you get?"

"I�m there," I said. I got onto my back and passed the radio over into my left hand, freeing up my right. At the very least, I had to adjust my clothing so that my physical state wasn�t any more uncomfortable than it was. I went ahead and loosened my belts, and undid the waist to my pants.

Tifa seemed impressed with my ability to get that far away in such a short time. "Wow, that was quick."

Having undone my clothing as I had didn�t help my situation, and to be honest, I was now feeling more anxious. I didn�t feel compelled to tell her of this or of my trying to steal the hovercraft and so made my reply simple. "I have my ways. What did you do today?"

"Not much. Cloud stayed here, too. I spoke with him a little, and I think we sort of worked things out between us. I think he and I will be able to be friends when this is all said and done." Her voice had a wistful quality to it.

I thought about her being on the airship alone with her former love. I opted not to worry too much about it. Knowing the way she felt about him, thanks to our earlier conversation, I knew that Tifa was not one that I had to wonder about. "Cloud remained there?"

"Yeah, he didn�t have anywhere to go, since his whole reason for fighting is Aeris� memory." Tifa�s voice indicated to me that she thought I would be unwell for the situation.

I answered honestly. "I�m glad that you got to have this time with him. You two have been an important part of each other�s lives for some time." A question came to my mind, since the subject had been brought up. "What are you fighting for, Tifa?"

"F�for a future," came her reply.

With my self-restraint failing, I found myself pushing down my boxers slightly, hoping that the feeling of the cool night air against my skin would get my flesh to calm back down. Unfortunately, it had the opposite effect. I needed to try and get my mind off of my body�s treason. "Tell me about your future, Tifa."

I could hear a smile in her tone. "Well, I�m going to settle down and have a family. We�ll live in a big house�and we�ll have some dogs. Oh, and maybe a cat. I�ve never really had any pets, I want to give it a try."

That sounded just about as good as it could get to me. I dared to ask, "And when you do this, will it be with the man of your dreams?"

"Unless you don�t want pets."

That sent a wave of heat through my very core. "Is that to say that I am that man?"

"Oh God, Vincent, you are." Tifa probably didn�t intend for her reply to sound as lusty as it did. "You are."

I caught my breath and couldn�t help but let my hand run along my exposed length. I closed my eyes, remembering her touch. My left hand reflexively tightened around the radio, causing my talons to clatter against it. I continued my gentle ministrations to myself, and I knew that I couldn�t help but give in. My hips lifted up slightly, driving me against my own hand with more force. I knew that my voice betrayed the truth of what I was doing. My mind was completely preoccupied as I relived that morning�s escapade between my lover and I. "Tifa�was this morning�what you had hoped?"

Tifa�s reply came back, heavily laced with passion. "Yes, Vincent. The way you felt against me-- it was incredible."

A primal growl refused to be suppressed, and I guided my hand along my length, grasping more firmly than I had been. I envisioned Tifa beneath me that morning, writhing in her ecstasy. "The way I felt against you� I love the way you felt beneath me�around me. I loved it, Tifa, almost as much as I love you."

"Vincent�uh, are you..?" she asked, her voice quiet.

I suppose that it was more than obvious with the way I was drawing my breaths, and the manner in which I was speaking. I was unable to lie to her, even at the risk of embarrassing myself. I confessed. "Yes."

She made a pleased sound. "That�s all right, I don�t mind. What do you want me to say?"

"Oh�" The fact alone that she wasn�t put off by the notion of what I was doing to myself was painfully erotic for me. I rolled onto my left side, and began to work at myself faster. I couldn�t believe that not only was I doing this while speaking with Tifa, but outdoors at that. In order for me to finish, there was only one thing I needed to hear from her. "Just tell me�how you feel about me�"

Her voice breathless, she replied. "I love you."

That was it. I climaxed and held my breath as I did so. I slowed the motions of my hand upon myself as the sign of my release was spilt to the ground beside me. I was somewhat ashamed in that moment. I was also moderately surprised that Chaos had made absolutely no attempt to come out in any way.

"Vincent?"

I realized that I still hadn�t taken a breath and I did so, pushing aside my embarrassment. "Yes?"

"Are you okay?" Tifa asked, voice tinged with concern.

I had to laugh at myself and the situation, as I got my pants back in order and I rolled onto my back once more. "I�m wonderful, Tifa. I believe that it�s time for us to go to sleep."

She giggled, letting me know that it was honestly all right with her. "I know. If we keep talking, I�m going to have to start charging you by the minute."

I smiled to myself. "You shall be repaid when I return, Tifa. You need not worry about that. Keep a running tab if you so desire."

"I just might. I love you, Vincent."

There were those wonderful words again. I knew that I would sleep soundly. "And I love you as well. Goodnight, Tifa."

"Goodnight, Vincent." With that, she fell silent.

I let the radio fall from my left hand, so that it came to rest next to my head on the blanket. I reached over and grabbed my cloak, throwing it over my body. Contented, I soon drifted off.
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