Midgar Thearter 5002 and 3/4

>So here comes the usual disclaimer/comments. lol

Tseng: *on P.A* Guess what!
Reno: We don’t have to MST?
Tseng: *on P.A.* Nice try...
Elena: Darn.
Rude: Hmm?
Tseng: *on P.A.* I have a special fiction for you guys to MST!
Reno: What the hell is LOL anyways?
Rude: It stands for laugh out loud.
Elena: This is SPECIAL?
Tseng: *on P.A.* Easy, the girl’s french... her English is surprisingly good...
Reno: Bonjour... want to get to know my ‘little bit of France?’
Elena: *SMACK* No hitting on the Authors!

>1- I own nothing, Everyone named in the story are the property of Square-enix, but i
>might have a Vincent plushie soon!!!

Elena: I want a Vincent Plushie!
Rude: Huh?
Tseng: Do you guys want our Guest MSTers this time?
Reno: MORE GUESTS?
Tseng: Well... yeah.
Reno: We had ‘Captain Oblivious’ and Mr. Death last time, who will it be this time? Vampire boy and Chain smoker?
Vincent: I am not a vampire.
Cid: And I don’t chain smoke... I drink too!
Tseng: Our Guest MSTers.
Cid: MiSTer MiSTie?
Vincent: ......

>2- I am french, a.k.a MY ENGLISH SUCKS I KNOW IT DONT COMPLAIN!!!!
> ~ahem~ XD thank you lol

Reno: Boy, she loves to laugh.
Rude: So do we, that’s why we do this kind of work.
Reno: No, we do this because Tseng had Blues set up around the exits so we can’t escape.
Elena: That too.
Vincent: So, what are we reading?

>3- I need to get out of the house a little more... really..

Elena: So do I chickie...
Vincent: I can’t go out for fear of being mobed.
Reno: Yes, you and me and Sephiroth have throngs of fangirls just waiting to molest us...

>4- Vincent-Cid .. i am obsessed!!! I so got to try another couple
>(AND NOT A WOMAN! (unless its me XD) ) But please... tell me i
>am not rushing the sex scene again.. i swear i am making them flash
>bang each other O_o .... My ex has really left me some mental scars.. he must
>have had a rabbit in his ancestors. >_<

Reno: I had a rabbit in my ancestors...that’s why I love to...
Vincent: *smacks him with metal hand*
Rude: Thank you!
Cid: Vincent Cid? And... sex scene? *GULP*

>5- .... i shut up.. go read

Reno: Thank you! *holding bruised face*
Elena: So far, so good!
Vincent: Except I don’t like the sound of a Vincent/Cid and sex scene...
Cid: Me neither...me neither...

>-----------------


>"So you say that you found him in a coffin?"

Vincent: yes, they did find me in a coffin, I like my coffin, so many don’t get to enjoy theirs...
Rude: what?
Elena: He does have a point...

>A coffin, no but for what kind of fool are they taking me? No human could
>ever want to be in those things on purpose. Now I know Vincent can somewhat
>be weird, but to imagine him in a coffin?!

Vincent: Thank you... I think.
Reno: You would be scrunched in a coffin.
Elena: Those things are AIRTIGHT Reno!
Reno: Then, huh... how did he breathe?
Rude: ... uh, he didn’t?
Reno: Then he is a vampire.
Vincent: No, I am merely an undead that can stand the light of day.
Cid: ...so this is a necrophilia fiction then?
Vincent: If you believe that I was truly killed by You-Know-Who.
Cid: I believe it...

>"yes, exactly"

>"He didn't want to join at first, but once we were about to leave the
>basement, he ran after us and joined."

Vincent: They say that like I ran after them screaming, ‘WAIT FOR MEEEEEEEE!’
Cid: You didn’t do that?
Vincent: No.
Reno: I think that would have been a funny site.
Vincent: I did that once in the bloopers, just to see the look on Cloud’s face.

>What the hell? So it's really true? ok, of course, I learned many things ever
>since I joined this group. First of all, a talking dog.. or wolf, or maybe even
>lion. Whatever he is. Never I would have though such things existed, but they
>do. So here I am talking with it and a ninja girl about another member of
>the group. Being the last one to join a party isn't always evident and you
>have a lot of peoples to learn about. For many, they are easy to understand.

Cid: Boy, Is that me talking? I mean, where’s the cussing and a swearing and a fussing?
Vincent: WHAT?
Rude: You don’t talk like that...
Cid: Like fuck I do. I was playing.
Elena: You’re right though, he needs more... cursing, or it wouldn’t be Cid.
Cid: *bows*

>Barret is someone who can easily explodes but has dedicated everything to
>his daughter Marlene, Tifa is the perfect friend you can have even if she is
>somewhat as sticky to someone as glue, Cloud is a confused mess of mossyness
>and God knows I hate this phrase. Yuffie would put an hyperactive
>sugared and caffeinated child to shame, cait the doll is.. errrr. a doll so what
>else can I get from it? Aside that he started his life in this team with a
>double crossing. Nanaki is .. that talking dog or whatever , but wise
>beyond his years, we had Aeris, poor woman who got killed by the one
>we are chasing after like a cat chase a mouse, and of course, we have
>Vincent .. the one I cant understand his story for shit.

Vincent: What’s there to understand??? I mean, look... I’m just...me?
Reno: Four million fan girls can’t be wrong.
Rude: You have four million?
Reno: Yes, how many do you have?
Rude: About ten... maybe.
Elena: *laughing* I have even more than that...

>Not that I am not trying, by far he is the one that just cannot let anyone
>through his wall. And hearing about him right now might help me pierce it.
>At least, I hope. He is probably the one closest to my age and I don't really
>want to be seen hanging around with minor girls. Jail isn't my favorite
>place to spend vacation in...

Cid: How did they know I’ve spent my vacation in jail before?
Rude: ... you have?
Cid: Got too drunk.
Vincent: Awwww... Yuffie is good people.
Cid: *raises eyebrow* Pardon?
Vincent: You’re right, I can’t stand the bitch.
Rude: What about all those...
Vincent: *grabs Rude by shirt collar* If you guys even THINK about MSTing a Yuffentine, I will personally gut you and let Chaos eat the leftovers, alive or not.
Tseng: *on P.A.* Going to look for one, that sounds fun.
Reno: TSENG! Don’t DO IT MAN!

>So from what I can gather of his it, he is a love sick person who went on a
>jealous rage and got shot then experimented on to be locked in a coffin
>and woke up from it 30 years later.

Vincent: Exactly Cid. What else is there to know?
Cid: Your heart, your hopes, your dreams...
Rude: Someone is starting to like this yaoi stuff too much.
Elena: May I request a het next time! Or a Yuri!
Reno: We’d have a million guest MSTers for a Yuri fiction.
Elena: Please Tseng-ie?
Tseng: *on P.A.* Fine, just don’t call me Tseng-ie.

>And I thought my last horror movie was scary.... This story is to send shivers
>down the spine of any man.

Vincent: As does my smile. *smile*
Rude: *Shiver*
Reno: *shiver*
Cid: :*shiver*
Elena: *cream*
Rude: *glares at Elena*

>Yuffie swallowed another bite of her oversized hamburger. How those things
>can be huge in the dinning area of the Gold saucer.

Cid: Nothing like watching an underage girl taking in a big piece of meat...
Reno: I like this Cid dude...
Rude: Ugh?
Elena: Ooooooookay, I’m going to sit next to Vincent away from the freaks.
Vincent: I’m not a freak? Damn!

>"He is only thinking about her. When he joined us he probably thought he
>would meet her again."

Vincent: Her? Oh...that old Lucrecia chick?
Elena: You don’t miss her?
Vincent: A ruse. Besides, I have to act like myself to get all the fan girls to swoon...
Rude: Besides that, it’s that damned metal hand. Most girls would kill each other in line to be gored by him or Chaos.
Elena: I can see why.
((Author Note: Me included on that note))

>"Which he also did Yuffie, but she was not... what he wanted to see. It
>pretty much made him clam up a whole lot more."

Vincent: Did not.
Reno: Did too.
Vincent: Did not.
Reno: Did too.
Vincent: Did not.
Reno: Did too.
Vincent: Did not.
Reno: Did too.
Vincent: Did not.
Reno: Did too.
Vincent: Did not.
Reno: Did too.
Elena: *covers her ears and crosses her eyes*
Rude: Okay, enough.

>Yeah, I remember those few days after we were back from the submarine
>run. We found a cave and Vincent was in the leading party with Nanaki and
>Cloud. I heard they saw his girl in there but haven't heard more.

>"what hapenned in there anyways?"

Vincent: I got some.
Reno: Vincent is getting the hang of it.
Cid: Huh? Vinny got some?
Vincent: don’t call me Vinny.

>"Well you know Lucrecia was in there, but she was like a ghost. I don't
>really know how come we all saw her but we did. Anyways, Vincent and
>her talked for a moment and she asked him about Sephiroth, saying she
>never had the chance to hold her child. She asked Vincent if he was alive,
>like she felt he was and like she saw in her dreams, and Vincent told
>her that he was dead."

Vincent: ...
Rude: ...
Reno: They are reverting to their old ways!
Elena: TALK! *wacks Rude and Vincent with a large trout*
Cid: Uh...

>"So he lied to her?"

Vincent: It was for her own good. She’d never sleep knowing that her child was ruining the world.
Reno: He’s got a point.

>"Yes, after that it's all foggy. The only thing I remember is light, the whole
>place got so bright that we had no choice but to take cover. After that she
>was gone, dissapeared without a trace."

>"geeez, what the hell was that all about?"

>This story was getting weirder and weirder and making me dizzy, so I
>might as well just give it up for today and go change my mind.
>"Bah, I'm just gonna go walk around and see what I can do. Thanks for
>the heads up about him."

Rude: Heads up about what?
Vincent: That’s what I was about to ask.
Reno: uh... Are you sure this chick is French? This is amazing.

>"You're welcome old man"

Cid: I am not old... I am only 38...
Reno: That’s old to a 16 year old girl.
Rude: He does have a point.
Reno: Hell, to us, Tseng is ancient.
Tseng: *on P.A.* I am 39...
Elena: Again?
Cid: So you guys are calling me old too?
Vincent: Let’s not get into my actual age then.
Tseng: *on P.A.* Vincent is fifty eight.
Elena: But he looks so...so...
Vincent: Young?
Elena: *nods*
Cid: *Sobs* I HATE YOU ALL! *runs from chair, into wall*
All: *laugh*

>Old man.... I felt the urge to shove that hamburger of hers down her throat but
>she is too young and as I previously said, I don't want to get into trouble. I
>said good bye to both of them and walked away.

Vincent: That would be interesting.
Reno: I’ve seen Ruffies online too...
Rude: What’s a Ruffie?
Reno: *clenched teeth* Reno/Yuffie...
Elena: Ewww... even the Stud isn’t THAT desperate.
Reno: I know.
Cid: Oh? I’ve seen one Cid Yuffie.
Vincent: Gross, almost as bad as me and Yuffie.
Rude: *sniffle* I’m so unloved...

>So let's recap for a bit. We are 8 peoples in the party, aside the few crew that
>I have aboard the highwind. 2 women, 4 men, one "dog" and one toy. Not
>like I don't have a lot of peoples to talk to and get closed to, but no! I had
>to chose the hardest one of the bunch. Don't ask me why ok? I am not even
>sure you'd understand the reasons. I don't even understand it either. I mean, I am
>not gay ok? Let's get that thing straight, I love boobs. But there is something

Cid: Correction, I love Tifa’s boobs. Yuffie doesn’t have any.
Reno: Hell yeah!
Vincent: *smirk* Tifa’s boobs...
Cid: Why am I reminded of a story Vincent that involved you and me trying to discover if Tifa’s boobs were real or fake?
Vincent: *laughs* THAT one was a good one...
Reno: And?
Vincent: Not done with the fiction yet...

>about this man that I just cannot put my finger on and that makes me want to
>get dangerously close to him.

Vincent: Dangerously?
Reno: Sounds promising...
Rude: Ooooh boy, Reno, just don’t start masturbating again, eh?
Reno: Aw, party-pooper...

>That is... if I can even start being his friend.

>He did show some openning when I was leader of the party, but after that
>submarine run, it all went away.

>Gods women can be such a pain.. Shera and Lucrecia aren't exceptions. Well
>at least I know that Shera was right about the oxygen tanks in the rocket and if
>it wasn't of her, I'd probably be floating in a zillion pieces in space. But somehow,
>that cannot make me love her either. I can be so messed up... Cloud must
>be rubbing off on me.

Cid: Abrupt change of subject.
Elena: You know, she is really good in her English, I mean, English is SO hard to learn.
Vincent: So far, a few grammatical errors and a few minor spelling errors. Wow, nothing major.
Reno: I’d like to ‘thank’ her personally... get her yelling in French...
Rude: *smack*

>And on the other hand, we have Vincent who starts to get better and maybe
>even enjoy life, he starts cracking some weird jokes and bam! He sees a
>chick and all his improvements goes to the dumpster.

Vincent: That’s not true! I am a really nice, funny person.
Cid: That just happens to have a morbid past.
Reno: I blame Square...
Elena: BLAME? They could erase you faster than a smudge on a paper...
Reno: I mean...er... I THANK?
Rude: Good boy.

>Talk about a downer...

>Grumbling, I watch at where I am now. Without even realising it, I ended
>in wonder square watching Cloud and Tifa challenge each other on the
>snowboarding game while Barret is playing some weird machine about a
>moogle in heat. And from the look of it, it's not working the way he wants.

Elena: Moogle in heat?
Rude: Sounds like the Moogle porn industry’s best selling title...
Reno: Which I own four copies of...
Vincent: You mean that Moogle porn industry that sold like...five tapes?
Cid: If Reno has four copies...who has the last one?
Tseng: *on P.A.* *whistles innocently* Gag gift from Reno.
Reno: You are all going to get one for Yule this year!
Rude: ...
Elena: ....
Vincent: ....
Cid: ....
Reno: I meant Elena and Rude, I am giving one to Reeve and the other to Rufus as a gag.
Tseng: *on P.A.* Leave the president alone, he’s had a lot of trouble lately.
Reno: Oh yeah, The mysterious Wheelchair person!
Rude: *SMACK* Shut it!

>He is probably about to tear that machine off the wall.

Reno: That sounds like Barret...
Cid: That was my line.
Rude: Eh, he steals mine all the time.

>Cait is probably at the chocobo racing area. Compulsive player and gambler.
>It's bad, I swear. I am affraid to see who hides behind him.

Vincent: We know who it is...
Reno: Who?
Rude: Do we want to know?
Tseng: *On P.A.* How do you think I got the keystone?
Cid: Reeve.
Elena: REEVE?
Tseng: *On P.A.* Yep, double crossed them...but then again, I must remind myself to thank him for the mark that Sephiroth gave me...

>And once again, my thoughts drifts to Vincent. Where can he be? I don't imagine
>him anywhere where there is a lot of light and fun. Sad, but I think he is probably
>hiding and gloomy in his hotel room. Maybe I should go join him?

Vincent: ...uh no?

>hmm.. to talk about what? Scratching the back of my head, I figure that he
>probably still wants to be left alone. He is retreated from everyone when on
>the ship, he stands in the backrow when in teams, when sharing room he
>will be in his corner either reading or gazing through the window. It's probably
>easier to start a conversation with a phone book.

Reno: Knowing Vincent... I’d like to start a conversation with the phone book...
Vincent: I do beg your pardon, I am not alive, yet I do have feelings too!
Rude: What’s he reading?
Vincent: Chocobo Smut.
Cid: WHAT?

>Ah, and to hell with it! I'll see him later, tonight is suposed to be a night
>where we get everything off our mind before going to Cosmo canyon to
>drop the huge materias. I might as well go have some fun before heading
>to my room. Well fun.. I'll just go for a ride around the place.

Cid: Fun? With Tifa and Cloud playing together...Barret about to kill a machine, Red and Yuffie stuffing their faces and Cait gambling?... what else could there be to do?
Rude: Uh...Vincent?
Vincent: ...thanks.

>So with a new goal in mind, I head for the Gondola. Since I like being in the air,
>I might as well put this love to good use and see what this place has to offer.
>I haven't been here very often and it's rare that I am in peace too, without
>anyone either bouncing around me or asking me existential questions.

Cid: A.K.A. Yuffie. Why won’t she just leave me alone?
Reno: Too true.
Rude: Guys, give the poor girl a break, she’s probably a nice person when she’s not hyper...
Reno: You’re just saying that....
Elena: Just like me.
Reno: Ah, Rude wants to get laid. He’s not picky right now....
Rude: ...

>So arrived at the gondola, I learn that we have to be 2 in order to ride it.

Vincent: No problem with Cid right? He’s 38!
Cid: I think she meant that one has to be in groups of two...
Elena: I understood that!
Reno: ...didn’t sound right.
Rude: French...
Reno: I know.

>"What are you talking about? I am with no one right now and I got to drag my ass
>all the way to my friends and call them so they can come with me so I ain't
>with a stranger?!"

Cid: Cue strange, dark, mysterious man?
Vincent: Also know as me?

>"I am sorry Sir, it is the rule. I cannot change it. There is already someone
>who is alone, maybe you can go with him?"

>"And it's a dude to add up to it. Bah.. to hell with it, fine I'll go."

>Hey, I wanted a ride and it appears that the only way that I'll ever get
>one NOW is with a stranger, so might just as well deal with it and make
>sure he stays on his freaking side of the seat. I pay up for my part, which
>at least gave me a discount since prices are doubled or whatever, they are
>counted for 2, and get in.

>"Seems like I'll ride with yo- ... Vincent?!"

Cid: See?
Reno: You read this before?
Rude: He must have...
Elena: ...cue sex scene in Gondola thingie?
Vincent: Ugh, too close to the Cloud Aeris thing.
Cid: yeah.

>What the $%&*% ?! Vincent in the gondola?! Of all the strangers to fall
>on to, I fell on the only one I knew. Well, at least it won't be with some
>weird dude and I won't need to hold my fist closed ready to punch him in
>the face if he moves an inch too close.

Cid: So he won’t rape me?
Vincent: You’d like it.
Reno: He would...
Cid: *punches Reno*

>....Between you and I.. I might even enjoy it if he did move closer.

Reno: See?
Vincent: It is a Vincent/Cid thing after all...

>Ah ok ok !!! I shut up about this.

>"Hi Cid, I hope you don't mind."

>"Not at all Vincent, it's better that it's you than some weirdo."

Cid: Vincent is a weirdo.
Vincent: uh...Thanks?

>I sat down, while the person in charge closed the door. Each of us were
>sitting at our end of the gondola while it left the station.

>At first, neither of us dared uttering any word. Like if a spell of silence hit
>the gondola. Shifting unconfortably under this, I decided to start, or at
>least, TRY to start a conversation.

>"So what brings you here? I thought you would have stayed at the hotel."

Vincent: ...

>"...."

Cid: Creepy...really creepy.
Reno: You said it.
Vincent: ...

>.... I did say that I would TRY to start a conversation? Instead of replying,
>he turned his head around, looking outside. I could swear there was some
>sort of sadness in his eyes. Then again, he always seems like he is sad, deep
>in thoughts. Before I could think, words escaped.

Cid: Fuck me.
Reno: WHAT?
Cid: That’s what I’m going to say...it is a yaoi, is it not? And by the looks of it, we are almost halfway through it!
Vincent: You’d get a metal claw upside your head.

>"You ok?"

>What a weird thing to ask... Isn't is OBVIOUS that he IS NOT ok?! Sometimes
>I can really ask stupid questions...

>But surprisingly, it seems as though this question stroke some string as he turns
>his head toward me. His staring eyes are like X-rays. I swear he can see everything
>in me and through me. I am not the kind of man to shake in my boots, but under
>this stare, I would like to vanish.

Cid: *shudder*
Vincent: I LIKE my stare.
Reno: You’re the only one.
Rude: Yeah.
Elena: DON’T STARE AT ME!

>"ok, that was a stupid question to ask."

>"Though you are the only one who ever asked it."

>He talks ?!?!? No wait a minute, did my ears just deceived me? Am I already
>becomming senile?!

Reno: Yes you are Cid.
Cid: I beg your pardon...

>I did see his lips move and I did hear something, so
>it can't be 2 hallucinations at the same time.
Cid: He DID talk!
Vincent: I do talk, a lot more than Rude did in the game.
Rude: ...

>He must have read my surprise on my face because he turned around again to
>look outside.

>"I didn't know... sorry to be so nosy"

>"..You aren't. I just wanted some time to sort everything out."

>"You've been awfully silent for a while now. Ever since we are back from
>the sub. What hapenned?"

>" I thought Yuffie and Nanaki filled you in."

Cid: What does he do? Read minds?
Vincent: Yes, and I do not wear rainbow boxers.
Cid: I wasn’t thinking that...
Elena: *blushing* Sorry...

>How does he know? It's not the first time he pulls one like that... I know he
>can read on lips, probably from his training with the Turks. So he probably
>saw us talk and he "read" it. I swear those Turks can do everything...

Reno: Yes we can!
Elena: Cid just complimented us!
Rude: I feel all warm and fuzzy!
Cid: Fuck off ya Turk scum!
Rude: So much for the warm and fuzzy feeling.

>"But they aren't YOU. They can say whatever they want but never it will be
>the same as what you have to say about this and what you felt about it as well."

>"Why are you interrested?"

>" .... "
>Vincent 1 , me 0 .. I hate getting blocked like that. Well, I am not really
>blocked..

Vincent: He’s keeping score?
Elena: both of you are about to score here real soon...

>" ... because we are friends, no?"

>" .... "

>Vincent 1, me 1? It's true that not talking is his favorite reply... not evident
>to know what he thinks about in those times..

>"You consider me your friend?"

Reno: Yeah, I consider Vincent a friend.
Vincent: You do?
Reno: No.

>"What?! %$*&%, Vincent what are you talking about? Of course I do. Why
>shouldn't I?"

>" .... Because I'll probably fail you."

>"Fail me?"

>There was something in this phrase that I didn't like and somehow, I felt it
>was drawing it's source 30 years ago. Maybe it was better that I didn't ask. I
>learned with time that it was useless to force him to tell you something, that
>sooner or later, he would open up by himself. He chose not to reply to me.

Vincent: Why did I act so...
Cid: outlandish?
Rude: bizarre?
Reno: Weird?
Elena: Strange?
Vincent: I thank you for the adjectives...


>Sometimes it can really anger me, but tonight, something felt different. Something
>in his eyes that I just couldn't understand, but at the same time, was worrying me.
>He just wasn't in his usual state of mind. Openned while being a million miles away.

>He turned around again, looking outside. I got up to sit beside him and laid my
>hand on his shoulder. I'll give it a shot, the worse thing he can do is not respond.
>So it won't be a huge change.

>"Vincent?"

>I felt him tense underneath my touch and he slowly turned around, head low.

>"...What's wrong? You can tell me you know."

>"I know Cid, but right now, things are extremely clouded in my mind. Ever since
>I met up with Lucrecia, it's been like that."

>"I know, it's like if all the improvements that you did just went away in the
>blink of an eye. I don't know what you talked about you and her, but... but
>it's in the past Vincent, you shouldn't just look toward it while disregarding
>the path in front of you."

>" .... "

>"I may never know what it feels like to be in your boots, but I know what it
>feel like to watch a friend clawing and destroying his mind for yesterdays.
>You are not alone Vincent, if this is what is in your mind."

Reno: Such an inspirational speaker, eh Cid?
Cid: Ugh, I suck at talking like that.
Vincent: I don’t.
Rude: I know.

>"Everyone I've known...Cid, it's been so long that they aren't even aware that
>I am alive, they won't even believe it. I haven't... changed, haven't aged. Sometimes,
>the only thing I wish I could do is go back in time and change everything."

Vincent: Although I wouldn’t change my past for a jillion dollars, I still ask one question...
Reno: And that is?
Rude: You wouldn’t change your past?
Vincent: Who the hell is Sephiroth’s father.
Cid: Huh?
Vincent: Trust me, I KNOW I got some right before she broke my heart with Hojo...
Cid: ...good point.
Vincent: So? Who is Sephiroth’s father?
Reno: I think it’s in Advent Children...
Vincent: Have you guys seen Lucrecia’s angel form? She protects me!
Cid: ...
Elena: Back to the fiction?!
Reno: We have to go back.... to the future!
Rude: ...you mean Fiction.

>"It's the weight of every human being Vincent, there will always be something
>that someone will want to change. But the past is only there to learn from it.
>And if you ever need it, I am there to help you."

>Gods I suck in talking like that... I am nowhere near being a philosopher,
>but somehow, I felt those words were getting to him. Hell, if the lighting
>wasn't so weird I would swear I saw a smile somehow creep it's way
>on his lips.

Vincent: ME? Smile...naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.
Cid: You did earlier, scared all of us.
Elena: Made me cream my shorts.
Reno: Never thought I’d hear Elena use that phrase...
Rude: ‘Cream my shorts’???

>I squezed his shoulder a bit, still trying to cheer him up and show him he wasn't
>alone. Hell, I would have probably hugged him if I wasn't so worried about making
>him clam up when he was barely starting to open up.

Cid: Me? Hug Vincent? *laughs*
Reno: You are going to be doing a hell of a lot more here real soon.
Elena: Yes, this author is taking her time getting to the goodness... isn’t she?

>"So go on Vincent, blare it all out. It's not like anyone else will hear you aside
>me. And what is said here remains here. So you can just say whatever is on your
>mind, about anything."

Cid: What goes on in Gold Saucer...
Reno: Stays in Gold Saucer...
Elena: What goes on in Vegas...
Rude: Stays in Vegas...
Vincent: And what happens at the Sunset Hotel didn’t happen at all...
Cid: ...
Reno: ...
Rude: ...
Elena: Yeah...right...sure...
Rude: *questionable glare*

>"If only I knew where to start..."

>"You can always start from the beginning? Every story has a beginning."

>He looked up to stare at me for a moment. I don't know what he was looking for
>in my eyes but it seemed as though he found it when he sighed and sat straight up,
>his back on the side of the gondola.

>Faintly nodding, he explained his story to me. Even if I heard a lot about it,
>from the parts he'd relinquish of it from times to times, it never really made
>more sense than now. And for a moment, I could say that I was.. honored that
>he openned up to me.

Cid: Honored?
Vincent: Yes you, honored...
Reno: Wow.

>He kept on telling me his story, from his time in the Turks, when he went to
>Nibelheim until the moment he got shot by Hojo. After this, he skipped to when
>Cloud awaken him and somehow, I knew there was more to his story: that part
>when he had to face Hojo's madness, when he went from what he was, to who
>he is now.

Vincent: You DON’T want to know...
Tseng: *on P.A.* I heard Vincent was a hell of a Turk...
Vincent: That I was... that I was.

>But I dare not to ask. If he skips it, it's probably because there is a reason. It's
>probably what plagues him with constant nightmares, as soon as he drifts to
>sleep. But in this story, I understood something simple. As complex as he
>seems to be, his needs are simple: He just needs someone to be there. Oh! he
>didn't say it out loud, but I felt it in between the lines.

Cid: I did???
Vincent: I need someone to be there?
Reno: Everyone... needs love......... *singing* Sometime...
Rude: *singing* Evvvvvvveryone needs someone sometime!
Elena: ...since when did I join chorus?

>The gondola reached it's destination, and the door openned. I felt that this
>moment we just passed broke a barrier in between both of us down. Patting
>his back with my hand I invited him for a walk, which he accepted.

Reno: A-hem... *singing* He walks with me and he talks with me...
Rude: And he tells me all about Hojo!
Elena: I draw the lines at slashing gospel music you too...
Cid: Want me to give them a Venus Gospel enema?
Elena: Sure...
Reno: *gulp*
Rude: *gulp*

>As we walked, I came into another realisation. It's strange how peoples can be
>mean sometimes, without even knowing. They kept on staring at us walking
>and sometimes, someone pointed us. Vincent partially hid his face and his
>left arm in the confines of his cape. I tried to remember if this usually hapenned
>when we were walking around, unable to decypher if it was because of him,
>or because we were a group of heavily armed peoples. I found myself swearing
>at their ignorance, if only they knew him they'd know what they are missing...

Cid: A good kind soul.
Vincent: I have a good soul?
Cid: It’s a fixer-upper. Good for a starting family.
Vincent: ...

>and how this can embarass him. After a moment, we went back to the hotel.
>The gold saucer seems to never close but we needed to rest, or at least, go
>somewhere where Vincent would feel more at ease. We climbed the stairs
>toward our rooms and I once again swore, thinking of how the peoples were.

>" $%&%$ jerks..."

Reno: That they are...
Elena: ...they are?
Rude: And a one-a-two-a-three...
Reno: J! E! R! K!
Rude: Cloud is a J! E! R! K-aaaaaaaay!
Elena: What is up with them and slashing songs?
Cid: Isn’t that the Village People’s YMCA song?
Vincent: *nod*

>I openned the door to my room, about to invite Vincent in.

>"I don't blame them. I must, in a manner of speaking, scare them"

>"You kidding me?! How can you scare anyone? You are as cute as
>everyone else an- .."

Cid: me and my big mouth...
Vincent: you could use that not just for drinking...
Cid: ...
Reno: Ah! Someone likes the yaoi!
Rude: *looks down* No I don’t
Elena: He was talking about our guests!

>Vincent froze, stopping dead in his track and I jerked around, realising what I
>just said. Both our glance met and locked one in the other for a second that
>seemed an eternity, embarassement meeting with disbelief.

>"...You..wh-what..?!"

>It's not often that I see him unable to form words (when he speaks) and for a
>moment, I was scared that everything we built tonight would collapse, but his
>eyes spoke faster than himself and I read in them that I stroke another sensitive
>string. I grabbed his hand and pulled him in my room and before he had time
>to react, I closed the door. His gaze didn't leave me, not even for a second,
>thorn between confusion of what I was doing and disbelief of what he heard
>me say. I thought of his story for a moment again, and guessed it had been ages
>since he heard anything positive directed to him. And from what I heard of
>Hojo, he wasn't the one to compliment anyone, even those he somehow liked.

Cid: Hojo...*snicker* COMPLEMENT?
Vincent: don’t mention that name or Death Penalty will hurt you.
Cid: I’m not that afraid of the gun itself...
Reno: Why?
Cid: I have all the bullets... *holds up baggie of bullets*
Vincent: *grumble*

>Last thing Vincent must have been through in his past life must have been hell.
>After that came his 30 year long slumber, filled of nightmares and remorse.

>I looked at him, a little unsure and moved away a strand of hair from his face.
>He didn't move back, didn't react at all. It's like if this last phrase I told him,
>this last action I did, drained everything from him. I get closer, still no reaction.

>But his stare is constant, changing as I get closer. Could it be....?

Cid: And with that, Vincent vomited on Cid’s shoes.
Reno: Hey, they are getting the hang of it!
Rude: Ugh, that was a nasty picture.

>With the same hand I used to remove his hair from his face, I use it to gently
>caress his cheek and I feel him faintly shudder. Should I? Shouldn't I? He must
>read my questionning in my eyes, I am sure it's apparent. After a few minutes,
>I decide to go forward. I approach my face and lay my lips on his's.

Elena: *bangs gong* LEMON!
Vincent: *was sitting in front of said gong, now clinging to ceiling* WARN ME NEXT TIME!
Reno and Rude: *give each other a high five.*

>The reaction is immediate, first he crisps, but then, with a soft wimper, he
>calms and responds, slightly openning his mouth, allowing me entrance.

Cid: Is it wrong that this sounds hot?
Vincent: *falls into chair* What did I miss?
Elena: Cid just kissed ya.
Vincent: ...

>My hand leaves his cheek and goes in his hair while I gently push him against
>the wall tasting this, until now, forbidden flavor I longed for. I feel his hands
>creep up my back, strongly holding me closer to him and his own tongue reaches
>deeper within my mouth. His responding is beyond what I imagined. I press my
>body against his's, caressing his hip and thigh and faintly grinding on his groin.

Cid: one...kiss...
Reno: Remember, “Gomen, I just asked for a kiss...”
Rude: Right, last chapter...
Elena: This is hot...
Rude: Yes it is.
Vincent: I have to agree...

>I feel him get weaker and barely able to hold himself up so without parting, we
>make our way to the bed where he basically tackles me down to after my jacket
>was discarded. Who am I to complain? I undo the buckles of his cape and push it
>away, along with his shoulder pads.

Vincent: I do not wear shoulder pads...
Cid: yes you do.
Vincent: Do not.
Cid: Do too.
Vincent: Do not.
Cid: Do too.
Elena: Don’t start that again...
Rude: *grumbles*

>He seems even more slender without
>them, almost breakeable. With his left arm behind my back, holding me
>close to him, he caresses my face with his right hand, while mines travels around
>from his back to his behind. He straddles my hips and I feel him sit on my mid
>section.

Vincent: Section?
Cid: I think she means you are sitting on my erection...
Reno: Oh...actually sounds hot.
Elena: And on the boner scale...we have a FULL MAST!
Reno: *blush*
Elena: Wait for the good stuff Reno!

>I break the kiss in a gasp, surprised at his attitude. But I ain't one to go
>down without a fight and two can play this game. Flipping him on his back,
>leaving his legs on each sides of me, I reach for his neck with my mouth,
>which I ravage with kisses and soft bites, my right hand caressing his chest
>over his shirt. I hear his breathing comming out in a strangled moan as his right
>hand claws at my back, his left one fisting on the blanket.

Vincent: I never trust my metal hand during sex...
Reno: You have had it before?
Vincent: In all fan fictions, it’s the same, my hand... I hide it and keep it away from flesh as much as I could.

>Slowly, I unbutton his shirt and cover with kisses every inch of skin that
>I reveal. Once completly open, I remove it enough so I can see his entire
>chest. In the faint lighting of the room, it almost went unnoticed, but I was close
>enough to see them... long pale marks covering his otherwise flawless skin. So
>many that I dare not to count. It's at this moment that I fully understood why
>he skipped Hojo's part in the gondola.

Reno: do you really have...
Vincent: *aiming Death Penalty at Reno* Don’t finish that sentence...
Cid: go ahead, I have the bullets...
Reno: Do you really have those scars?
Vincent: *growls, changes into Chaos*
Reno: *screams like a girl and runs*
Cid: DON’T RUN! IT’LL MAKE IT WORSE!
Reno: *Screams*

>Delicatly, as if not to hurt him, I pass my fingers on them. These mark
>alone tell me more about him than anything else, they tell me of his strenght,
>what makes him able to live with any remains of sanity, and they tell me
>of his weakness, because after all, he is only human. Lowering my head

Cid: Vincent... HUMAN?
Chaos: *beating Reno*
Cid: Does THAT look human to you?
Rude: *shakes head*

>toward him again, I trace them with kisses, starting near his neck and ending
>on his navel, on which I softly bite. His scent is addicting, I only desire more
>and more of it. I feel him arc his back to my touch and I make my way up to
>one of his nipple, onto which I nibble.

Cid: CHAOS! Don’t play with your food, get over here and let Vincent finish MSTing!
Chaos: *punches Reno one last time then stands, transforming into Vincent again*
Elena: welcome back Vincent.
Vincent: What did I miss now?
Cid: I’m in charge and I’m kissing all of your scars...
Vincent: That may take a while...
Reno: Mary had a little lamb.....up above the world so high....EFGHIJK.... mommy...
Rude: *snickers*

>I hear him mewl, such sound I desired to hear since so long now. I feel his
>hands going after my shirt and I help him remove it right before finishing
>removing his's. Taking a grip of on of his leg, I push myself up to grind once
>more on him. This single action sends jolts down my spine and I hear him
>catch his breath. His good hand reaches out for my shoulder on which he
>strongly pulls so we meet in another kiss. He is so unpredictable, at a
>moment, calm as a lamb, at another, hungry as a wolf.

Vincent: Am I really like that?
Cid: Don’t know... I haven’t bedded you yet.
Reno: *in corner* E-I-E-I-O... and bananas! B-A-N-A-N-A-N-A-N-A-N-A-N-A-N-A-N-A-N-A
Rude: Shut him up...
Elena: *sighs* I think it’s cute...

>Breaking the kiss, he slides under me, kissing and biting my neck and
>upper chest. My arms almost gives in from pleasure.

>"Gods, Vincent.."

>He flips me over and gets on top of me, in the same position I previously was
>in. I could scream for him to take me so my need is high. Dipping his face in
>the confines of my neck, he keeps on with his ravaging while toying with my
>nipple with his right hand. I groan, holding his head closer to me and tangling my
>finger in his hair. I feel him between my legs and I can barely imagine how
>it will be in a moment. Throwing my left hand down, I grab him by his
>massive belt and pull his hips closer, trying to unbuckle it with one hand.


Vincent: You can’t undo those stupid buckles with one hand... I’ve tried a lot.
Cid: Huh?
Vincent: Even the dead need baths once in a great while.
Rude: I’d believe it.

>Letting go of my nipple, he reaches down to assist me until we slowly slide
>his pants down, mines meeting the same fate quickly after.

Rude: And the Roosters may meet.
Reno: Monster pudding! Mashed chicken feathers...
Elena: *sighs and looks at Reno* CURE 3... idiot.
Reno: *stands up and walks over to his chair* Vincent and Cid are now NAKED...what happened?
Rude: Vincent did.
Vincent: Chaos happened to you.

>He lowers himself on me and in a mix of moans and groanings, our cocks meets
>and neither of us can resist grinding one on the other for a moment.

>Digging my hand in between both of us, I slide my fingers on his lenght, hearing
>his breathing strangle once again. I gently wrap my fingers around him before
>moving up and down, watching him meeting my mouvement with his hips
>while moaning. Gods.. the beauty..

Vincent: Cid you are going to give me a complex...
Cid: But you are very pretty...very, very feminine in looks too...
Vincent: You WANT to become oatmeal? I’ll let Chaos out.
Cid: I’m good...I’m good...

>Letting go of his head, I reach for the drawer and manage to find a small
>bottle in it. With time I learned that you just never know when things
>like that could come in handy, so better keep some close, just in case. I give
>the bottle to Vincent, hoping he gets the idea. I don't want him to spend his
>time in my hand, I want to feel him in me..

Cid: Nah, I don’t know what to think.
Vincent: Ugh?
Reno: So far, it’s a touch-worthy MST!
Elena: RENO! Don’t MASTURBATE!
Reno: Party pooper.

>Looking at me, he takes the bottle and pours some liquid on his fingers.

>"You.. sure?"

>"Gods yes, Vincent.."

>With a nod, he reaches in between my buttocks and I feel him slide a finger
>in. I buck up, writhing beneath his touch. After a minute he slides another
>finger in, getting me ready. This time it is my voice which comes out
>strangled. Even if he cannot reach very far with his fingers the feelings of them
>in me drives me insane and after another moment, he withdraws them to
>replace them with something even bigger and warmer.

Reno: My Electro-Magnetic-rod.
Cid: It’s a rod, but not what you are thinking...

>"holy...shit, Vincent.."

>I hear him moan as he slowly moves in and out and I help him move in
>with one of my leg wrapped around him. I can feel him faintly shaking and
>from the look at his face, he really enjoys this.

Vincent: Thirty years is a long time to go without good sex.
Reno: Thirty years is a long time to go without ANY sex, be it good or bad.

>I swear, for someone who has been in the ... "unavailable" departement for the
>past 30 years, he sure hasn't forgotten this tribal dance. After a few thrusts he
>gains speed and I let go of him, managing to hold myself high enough for him
>to reach deeper. It doesn't take long before I feel him come in touch with this
>spot, so deep in me and I violently arc up as the waves of sheer
>pleasure strikes my body.
>"shit.."

Cid: that’s all I can say right now.
Reno: Shit.
Rude: Shit.

>Unable to move, as to not throw him off rythm, I grab hold of the sheets, moaning
> loudly at this ecstasy flooding my body and soon enough, the only downfall
>of being inactive for so long strikes in and Vincent joins me, his keen cry
>mixing with my grunting.

Vincent: In other words, we came?
Cid: I think so...

>Panting , he lays on me and I caress his head while holding him close,
>my face dug in his hair.

>"Man Vincent..."

>We lay there for a moment and I let him catch his breath back while
>slidding my other hand on his back and side, hoping he wasn't too drained.
>After a moment, he lifts his head toward mine.

>"What.. about you?"

>"Only if you are up to it."

Vincent: In other words, I came...you didn’t.
Cid: How inconsiderate.
Reno: Wait, there’s more!

>I saw his eyes flicker with confusion and something I understood as fear.
>Not terror, not at all but maybe more like, discomfort.

>"I won't force you Vincent."

>"I know.."
>Reaching out behind him with his right hand, he grabbed hold of the
>bottle then put it in my hand.

>"..and I trust you."

>I sheepishly smiled.

Cid: Not the place for a sheepish smile.
Vincent: Just fuck me and get it over with.

>"Are you .. new to this?"

>He lowered his eyes for a moment, I felt he was unconfortable with that
>question. He bit his lower lips before whispering an answer.

>"By will, yes..."

Vincent: That’s true...by will, yes.
Cid: ...I don’t like the way you say that.

>Once again, there was something I didn't like in the answer he gave me.
>Something that sounded, terrible. Did he really mean that someone ... forced
>himself on him? Could it really be ... no , if it was him I doubt Vincent could
>ever be able to take it, to even live with it..

Vincent: I do. I live with it everyday.
Cid: Ugh. Don’t tell me that.
Reno: Someone...
Rude: Raped you Vincent?
Elena: who?
Vincent: ...
Cid: He’s shutting down.

>I passed my hand on his face, not trying to search for who did this to him,
>though somewhere inside, I had the feeling it was.. Hojo.

Vincent: Ding, ding...Cid gets the prize.
Cid: What did I win?
Reno: ..Chaos?
Vincent: No.
Cid: What did I win?
Vincent: A trip to Wutai...minus airship.

>"I'll go easy, if you want me to stop, tell me."

>He faintly nodded and removed himself from me, laying on his back. I went
>over him and spreaded his legs, before pouring some lub on my fingers.
>Caressing his inner thigh, I slowly slide one finger in, making sure not to go too
>fast. He arcs backward, extremely tensed, but doesn't ask me to stop. Bending
>forward, using the hand that previously was caressing his leg for support, I kiss
>around his neck and chest to set his mind on other things, feeling releived
>once I hear him moan. Once I feel him calmed enough, I slide another
>finger in. The same pattern restarts: he tenses then I calm him with kisses
>and bites. Making sure he is ready with a few cisoring movement, I lift myself
>from him and faintly push him to turn around, I want to be able to hold him
>tightly in this. Only God knows when this will happen again and I want
>to make sure it's as enjoyable as possible.

Vincent: When would I LET him touch me like this?
Reno: Only in fanfictions.
Rude: Reno, I still want to find a Reno/Rude...
Reno: *blows raspberry*

>Wrapping my arm around his stomach, I lower him onto my lap, sinking in
>him. oh! the tightness...

Cid: Probably feels better than a virgin girl.
Reno: Virgin girl?
Cid: I have had my share of bar-chicks...some were very ugly...some where actually nice looking.
Reno: Me too.

>Hearing him catch his breath, I hold him tightly on me, hidding my face in
>his hair and biting his neck through this ebony curtain. Lifting and
>lowering him down on me a few times, I make sure he is ready before I can
>start. After a few gentle trusts, I push on him and he find himself on all 4, still
>held around the waist. He reaches for the headboard with his left hand and
>grabs a hold to it while I grab him by the shoulder with my other hand to
>pace up once I hear him moan my name. Such melody to my hears...

Vincent: Why does it sound good when I moan ‘Cid’ and not when I just mope?
Cid: Because I am horny and am about to pounce the next thing on two legs.
Vincent: *points to Reno* He’s got the boner!
Reno: *looks up*

>Caressing his lower stomach, I move in and out of him, listenning if there is any
>protest. I pass my fingers on his manhood, underneath it, feeling around his
>black curls, listenning to the soft mewling and gasps he relinquishes. While
>gaining speed, I lower my lips on his back, tracing his vertebra, not making
>any comments about the long parallelar marks on his back. So when he morphs,
>those wings does break through his skin...

Vincent: That they do...and they hurt like a motherfucker!
Reno: Does it hurt now?
Vincent: Yes.
Rude: ...but you did deserve that Reno.
Vincent: That he did.

>Little by little, I reach deeper in him and at a time, I hear him gasp and almost
>give in under me and he faintly scream my name. Still holding him tightly on the
>shoulders, I caress him around on his stomach and feel his erection has reawaken.
>I wrap my fingers around it to give him even more pleasure and I feel his hand
>join mine, adding more pressure onto my hold, while begging me to go deeper
>and harder. It seemed as if I was about to rip him in two and he still asks me for
>more, which I gave.

Cid: *groan* wow...hot...
Vincent: Oddly erotic...
Reno: ...
Elena: We have an EJACULATION FICTION!
Rude: *laughs* Nice one Reno...
Reno: I need new pants.

>We last a moment at this madenning pace but his screams and feeling him release
>in our hands soon send me over the edge and in a loud and long moan I join
>him, raw pleasure once again travelling through my veins.

Cid: I came and you came again.
Vincent: I can only come once.
Reno: Ugh...ah...
Rude: Didn’t even have to touch yourself Reno!
Reno: I know...ugh...ouch...tender

>I withdraw myself from him and he lays down, panting and constantly whisper
>my name. I lay partially over him and kiss him on the cheek.

>"You ok?"

>He nods, looking completly drained and still trying to catch his breath. I reach
>for my shirt on the floor and use it to wipe his hand and mine (as well as the
>bedsheet) before covering each other for sleep.

Rude: Ewwwwww, Clean up, aisle four-poster bed!
Elena: Bring the bleach!
Vincent: This is still oddly hot...

>I grab a hold of him, holding him tightly to me. He is so warm... when I first met
>him, he was so pale (and still is) that I somehow thought he was as cold as a
>dead person. It's completly the opposite, I never felt someone as warm as he is.

Cid: *hugs Vincent* He IS remarkably warm...
Vincent: *pushes Cid away* No nookie!
Rude: *laughs*
Elena: So, now, for that favorite time... Ending!
Reno: Beer? Who’s turn to pay!
Cid: If you guys can out drink me, I’ll pay!

>Caressing his hair, I feel his breathing calm down and I kiss his forehead.

>"You are beautifull Vincent..."

>Somehow, I feel him smile, his face buried in my neck. I lay my head on
>top of his's, still holding him tight, as if I would protect him from anything.

Cid: Aww, I love him..
Vincent: Do you?
Cid: Hell no.

>And for the first time, that night, he didn't wake up from a nightmare

Vincent: NIGHTMARES! *smacks around*
Elena: Aw, just what he needed... to be happy.
Rude: Beer time.
Reno: *stands* Let’s go! Cid’s paying!
Elena: Waaaaaaait, disclaimer...
Rude: right, right... We only MST in fun.
Reno: We will remove a MST if the author asks.
Elena: And we only MST those we love!