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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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Warning: this chapter contains mild sex and sex between two minors. Well not total sex but they do some stuff. You don't like it skip over it!

Walking Out On Destiny

Grounded in Paradise: If I Apologized

Lucrecia stood out on the deck, her hair blowing in the night air. Though the Isolde was currently the fastest ship in the fleet, it would still be morning by the time they reached Costa De Sol's sunny shores. She hated to admit it but the fresh sea air and the promise of a day without expectations was a wonderful idea. She just wished she had come alone. The fights she had with her husband left her more than bitter these days. His damnable passive aggressive stance against her always served to piss her off and made her trysts with others worthwhile. That's why she waited for Vincent. In her eyes, Vincent was weak for her, always had been no matter what he said. He had agreed to come out with her the instance she catered to one of his needs, his need for her to treat Sephiroth like a human being.

She was in her forties now but thanks to all the things she'd polluted her body with, she was still her young twenty something in appearance. She was everything man's desire was and even though she fought with her husband almost constantly, he still desired her and even loved her. However, that love for him had never extended past his intellect. She loved his mind more than his body and had made a point to prove so by choosing young lovers. That's how Vincent even crossed her field of vision while they were engaged. He was young, virtuous, had a naïve charm that had attracted her and a perfect body for all her whims. Vincent had been perfect and she'd even cared about him a bit as a girl cared for her dolls. Perhaps that's why she couldn't let him go. After throwing him away and seeing others playing with him, she wanted him returned to her possession again.

She scoffed; Lady ShinRa laid claims to Vincent as if she were first and foremost in his life. She may have held his life in her hands but Lucrecia owned what counted. Vincent still loved her and she put on this visage to prove that it was true. Vincent would come to her tonight and he would be weak for her and he would do as she asked without hesitation. She touched her purse nervously. This had to be quick. She wanted to get back to Hojo and assure him that everything was fine between them. The man was too old fashioned sometimes, never wanting to go to bed angry at each other.

"Lu?"

She smiled and looked over her shoulder at her red eyed tempter. "Vincent, I thought you'd stood a lady up."

"You haven't been a lady in a while," he said bitterly as he leaned on the railing beside her. He'd changed from his Turk uniform to something more comfortable, a wine colored button up with the cuffs undone and an arm band around the left sleeve. A silver pendent glimmered beneath his shirt and Lucrecia wondered which lover had bequeathed it to him. He smelled of a brand of cigarettes he did not smoke along with that brand the Wutai brat kept handing him. That filthy pilot must have laid hands on him before he got here to her. She hated the idea of how many lovers Vincent took to bed and how many she knew on a day to day basis. It was almost insulting. But she didn't think about that as she rested her head on his shoulder. He didn't bother to push her off.

"Vincent, what happened to us?" she said wistfully.

"You turned me down," he said flatly.

"I had to, I was already engaged."

"You could've told me that gem before things had gotten started. I will only explain this one more time: I loved you more than life itself but after seeing the way you would treat your own child, I couldn't see you as human anymore."

"Couldn't? Meaning you could now, Vincent?" she asked gently. "I know I've done wrong things, but…I will admit seeing Sephiroth so torn up and upset I realized just how wrong I was."

Vincent shook his head and put a cigarette to his lips. He went to light it and she smiled. "You still have the lighter I gave you. Oh, Vincent why are we doing this? Why did we ever go back to our worlds?"

"It kept its usefulness better than you did," he said coldly.

She slipped her arms around his waist and rested her cheek against his back. He lit the cigarette and inhaled a bit before moving her to be at his side again. He was prepared for her to force herself into his arms. The cigarette he lit flew out of his lips and into the night air.

"Vincent, please! I regret everything I've been doing but I only did it because I was so angry at you. I was so angry at you for letting me do this to myself. I thought what I was doing was for the good of science, of the world but while it was being done..i…i.."

Vincent felt his throat constrict as she began to sob in his arms. "You didn't choose me, Lucrecia. You chose your career and the man who could help you achieve that career." He began to pull away. "Knowing that, I wondered if any child you brought into this world for me would end up on a slab."

"Oh god!" she suddenly sobbed. "It was a stupid decision but I had to follow through or Hojo would know!"

He paused. "Know what?"

She looked up at him, her doe eyes shining with tears. "…that I was carrying a child that wasn't his…"

Vincent shoved her away, his red eyes cold. "Don't say it! Don't you dare!"

"I knew you would act like this when I told you!"

"Then Sephiroth is…" Vincent's mouth went dry.

"No…Sephiroth is Hojo's for sure…but the first one…" she took a deep breath and continued, knowing that she was breaking him. "The first child, the child I was pregnant with when I chose Hojo was yours. I didn't dare tell you because I felt guilty enough that I had hurt the two most important people in my life with my foolishness. It…died during the initial experimentation and eventually after I was married I conceived Sephiroth. I killed our child. Hojo knew it was yours but he insisted on the experimentation and I couldn't say no! I just couldn't! I…I'm so sorry."

Vincent felt stressed, nauseous, and dizzy all at the same time. His anger battled with shock and sadness at the same time. She ran from him because she was pregnant…ran from him because she didn't want to hurt Hojo nor him anymore and as a result she'd slain their child. No, Hojo forced her to, but why didn't she tell him? She let him do it. He swayed on his feet and held on to the rail, his mind a jumble of thoughts and possible things he could do to the woman in front of him and the man she'd married.

Lucrecia went to him, her eyes showing mild worry and something darker. "Vincent?" she called taking his hand. "Vincent, please don't be angry."

"I…" He slid to his knees. Lucrecia went down with him. She used the opportunity to take the syringe from her purse. She no longer tried to feign worry as she slipped the needle into his neck and watched his eyes roll. He fell against her limply and she pulled him into a kiss, smearing her lipstick over his mouth. It took a moment before he responded and he pulled her forcefully into his embrace. She pressed herself against him and positioned her legs so that her dress was hiked up and he lay atop her between them. Sadly, the thought of how much she missed his touch came to mind but this was business. When his lips found her neck she muttered a halfhearted "no" that she was sure Vincent didn't hear. She only put a light struggle that could've easily been mistaken for acceptance to Vincent. When he began to slide the straps of her dress off her shoulders revealing her bra she suddenly screamed as loud as she could, startling him.

"NO! Get away from me!" The crew members came running and found Vincent atop of her and, just as she hoped, Hojo had come as well. She looked as helpless as she could. "Kanaye, please help!"

Hojo narrowed his eyes and yanked Vincent's disoriented form off his wife. The crew caught the drugged gunman and tried to get him to focus. One of them looked at Hojo with an apologetic expression.

"We're sorry, sir. Valentine had been drinking with the Chief earlier, perhaps he had too much and made a mistake."

"Mistakenly assaulting my wife?" Hojo retorted coolly. He helped Lucrecia to her feet and fixed her dress as she cried into his shoulder. His eyes caught the empty syringe in her open purse but said nothing as he lifted her off his feet. "And he said he'd never hurt you."

"I'm sorry, Kanaye. I'm so sorry, I just wanted to talk to him. I wanted to try," she whispered pitifully.

"What the hell's all this racket? Man can't get no sleep 'round here!" Cid shouted coming from his room.

"It's Valentine, sir. We found him and Mrs. Lucrecia in a bad way. We think he had too much, chief."

Cid surveyed the situation and eyed Lucrecia suspiciously. He shook his head and scratched his hair. "Dammit Vince, ya ain't even had that much to drink!"

Shooing away the crew, he picked up Vincent who was delirious. He wasn't passed out at all, Cid noticed. He said nothing as he carried the man back to the Captain's Cabin and laid him on his back. The man's eyes were open and he seemed wide awake but his pupils were dilated. His cheeks were flushed as if he'd downed a bottle or two and he was panting heavily. Cid knelt to remove the man's shoes and sighed when he heard him move. He lifted his head to tell him to lie still only to find the gunman starring down at him with luminescent eyes. His eyes were filled with lust, anger and a overbearing loss. He and Cid regarded each other and Cid wasn't sure if he should run or offer the man a kind word.

"Cid," Vincent whispered shakily. "Cid…"

"Jeez, Vince, ya only had a glass. What's wrong wit ya?"

He didn't answer. Instead he pulled the gruff man to him and crushed his mouth against his. Caught off guard, Cid stumbled and fell atop the other man and they fell back on the bed. Vincent pulled the blonde back into their kiss tearing at his shirt. Cid wanted to pull away, feeling something was terribly wrong. He tried, no one could say he couldn't, but when he broke their kiss he saw unshed tears in Vincent's eyes.

"Vince…"

"Cid…please…please," He gave gentle kisses to the side of Cid's mouth. "Cid, just take me. Make me forget please…"

Now there were very rare occasions when Vincent allowed someone to top him and it had always taken large amounts of alcohol and a lot of struggling. To just have the gunman not only bow out, but beg to be taken pulled at Cid's heartstrings more than he liked. He gently touched the cheek of his best friend as if he'd never seen the man before and winced when one of those tears feel down his cheek. Built up stress and strain had taken its toll and whatever that broad had told him had finally broke his back. He didn't say anything kind because he knew words would not comfort Vincent. All he could manage was an angry whisper.

"What did that low down bitch do to ya, Vince? What's happened to you?"

"Cid," Vincent begged weakly.

Vincent had to say no more. He dug his hand into Vincent's hair and pulled him into a fierce kiss. There was a different quality to their lovemaking than Vincent had ever had with his other lovers. Where Veld simply gave up control at a few words, Cid held control and never relinquished it, even when he ended up on bottom. Vincent was reminded that he enjoyed Cid as much as he enjoyed Veld. Cid laid the gunman back on the bed and lifted his shirt over his head. Vincent didn't have the coordination to unbutton his own and allowed it to be ripped open by his lover, sending buttons everywhere. Cid's boots were kicked off as he unbuttoned Vincent's pants. He lay heated open mouthed kisses on the flat plane of Vincent's pale stomach. The gunman's hand ran through Cid's blond locks and moaned at the sensation. His skin was more sensitive than he was use to and every touch made his body ignite. He didn't know where this sudden feeling came from but he damn near screamed when Cid's mouth covered his erection. He clawed the sheets as his mind blanked and all worried passed away. Cid worked him over quickly enough to bring him near orgasm but did not allow him the bliss he required. He whined when his pilot pulled away.

"Just a sec, Vince. You oughta know how this works by now," he teased reaching into the nightstand.

"I don't care what you do to me," Vincent said leaning up to presses kisses to Cid's well-built chest. "Just please, please don't let me think."

Cid got what he needed and grabbed a fist full of Vincent's hair. He kissed him roughly before forcing him on his back and lifting the gunman's legs. He made sure there was enough lubrication on his finger before pinning Vincent's wrists above his head and slipping a finger inside his lover's entrance. Vincent moaned, no discomfort in his voice.

"Gaia, Cid!" Vincent threw his head back when his prostate was stimulated.

Cid soon had three fingers inside stretching the tight entrance enough for him to join Vincent's flailing a writhing. It alarmed him how Vincent felt absolutely no pain or discomfort as he normally did. It confirmed that Lucrecia had to have slipped him something for this kind of erotic honesty to flow from Vincent. He put Vincent legs over his shoulders and didn't waste time teasing the area. He entered slowly, trying not to hurt the gunman but was yanked closer and forced in by an impatient Vincent. What he expected to be a pained sound was a scream of ecstasy that almost made him come before he could do anything. Vincent clung to him, his nails biting into Cid's back as the man began to thrust into him roughly, moaning and muttering obscenities into his ear. Cid was not against rough housing but he found that as amazing as this felt, he didn't enjoy it. This animalistic rutting to reach a quick end was not what he had come to love sharing with Vincent and to have the man drugged out of his mind with clear inkling of what was going on felt even worse. When Vincent came screaming his name and clinging to him, he found that he couldn't bring himself to completion. When Vincent's breaths calmed and he relaxed a bit into more coherency, Cid pulled away from the man.

"Vincent?" he brushed the gunman's cheek as clarity came to his eyes, followed by fatigue. "Yer alright aren't ya?"

Anger turned his eyes to blood. "Zhè biǎo zi!" he shouted in uncharacteristic anger. That bitch!

Cid sat there wide eyed. "…not what expected to hear after fuckin yer brains out, but whatever."

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Sephiroth lay in his room aboard the Isolde and toyed with the present he'd received from his mother. He was hesitant to open it and still confused about how she'd given it to him. He'd gotten so use to not being able to please her that suddenly receiving her praise worried him. A knock on his door brought him out of his pensive state.

"Who is it?"

"Its G."

"G…" he whispered and rolled out of bed. He rummaged around in his satchel. "Just a second! Shit, where is it! HOLD ON!"

Genesis leaned against his door, winking at the crew as they passed by. He almost fell backwards when Sephiroth opened the door. Instead he braced himself against Sephiroth which wasn't a very good idea considering it sent them both to the floor. They lay there in a dazed state, Genesis from hitting his head on Sephiroth's chin and Sephiroth from hitting his head on the floor. Genesis sat up first, he tilted his head and rubbed the soreness. Sephiroth recovered second and was the first to notice their compromising position. He lifted Genesis from his straddling position and sat him next him on the floor. Genesis was surprised for a moment at how easily Sephiroth lifted him with one arm. Even he was not so powerful. No wonder he lost. The redhead positioned himself on his heels as Sephiroth kicked the door shut with his foot to give them privacy. They looked at each other awkwardly as Sephiroth crossed his legs Indian style. Genesis bit his lip and Sephiroth played with his fingers before they both blurted out what was on their minds.

"It wasn't you fault!" They paused and looked at each other before accidentally doing it again. "I'm sorry!"

Genesis groaned and face-palmed. "This is getting us no where! We're ass backwards more than anything."

"Yeah…but we did it right?"

"Did what?"

Sephiroth tilted his head. "We said sorry. That's all we needed right? We can be friends again," his voice took on a slight begging tones. "You're not…you're not angry, you don't hate me anymore, right?"

Genesis looked into those desperate jade eyes and felt his face heat up. All this time, he thought Sephiroth was angry at him when the silver haired boy was afraid of being hated. "Sephiroth…"

"I know what I did! I almost killed you and I dare say I enjoyed it! I never wanted to do that, would never do that if they didn't make me! You and Angeal are the only friends I have and I could never hurt you! I'm so-"

Genesis put his hand over his mouth, his eyes a soft warm blue that made Sephiroth hold his tongue. There was a light smile on his face and his eyes were that sultry lavender. "Sephiroth," he whispered. "Seph…I couldn't hate you even if I tried." He leaned forward sliding his hand away from the younger boy's mouth and pressed his own against it. "I could never hate you," he whispered against his lips.

"G…" Sephiroth murmured back, his breath tickling Genesis's lips.

"Say my name with the respect it deserves," Genesis said inching closer so that he was in Sephiroth's lap.

"Genesis…" he breathed out as he connected their lips gently. He whispered the name again before the kiss was deepened. Genesis pressed himself fully against Sephiroth, sliding the silken hair away from his face. Sephiroth did not sit idly by like he did before. His hands slid under the back of Genesis's shirt and rubbed the warm skin beneath. He stretched his legs out beneath him so that the redhead could sit comfortably in his lap while they continued to explore each other's mouths. Genesis broke the kiss with gasp when their pelvises were pressed together and Sephiroth wasted no time in brushing his unnaturally long canines against that exposed throat. He sunk them in on impulse and Genesis's freckled cheeks lit up as a soft cry escaped his lips.

"W-we shouldn't…" Genesis moaned and his thoughts were interrupted for a moment as Sephiroth sucked on his pulse. He licked his lips and continued his thought. "W-we can't let this get out of hand."

"It didn't before," Sephiroth whispered running his tongue over the other boy's collar bone. He had been dying to know what kinda a taste Genesis had to match that wonderful scent of freedom. The heady taste of Mako and that strange tinge of something unknowable were on the boy's skin. Genesis clawed his back making a growl escape his lips. His hands trailed down the slim back and grabbed the redhead's ass in his leather pants pulling him as close as possible. Genesis tugged his hair and pulled his head back before those teeth could find root in his skin again. They looked at each other, their half lidded and bright with the Mako coursing in their veins. Genesis's eyes were a beautiful amethyst that entranced Sephiroth like an exotic serpent. Genesis smirked.

"Sephiroth…if you bite me again, this will get out of hand and I don't want my first time to be on an airship, not even a luxurious one such as this. Besides, you…you can't be my first, Seph."

The words were sobering as he realized what they had been doing and what it had been leading to. He carefully slid his hands away from Genesis and leaned back on them in an attempt to catch his breath. He murmured a breathy curse in frustration while Genesis ran his hand through his hair, trying to even out his panting.

"Sephiroth, you will be the death of me and you're not even trying. Are you sure you're fourteen?"

Sephiroth playfully checked the date on his watch. "For another 27 hours, yeah."

"Jerk," he said playfully. "Who's to say we can't celebrate a little early?"

"How?"

Genesis gave that conniving smile again. "Get on the bed."

"What?"

"Get on the bed."

Sephiroth did as he was told and sat on the edge of the bed while Genesis remained on the floor. The redhead crawled over to the younger teen and slid his hands up Sephiroth's legs. When he reached his thighs he squeezed them and looked into Sephiroth's eyes with that foxy grin on his face. He slid Sephiroth's shirt up and kissed the still lean stomach there with petal soft kisses and unbuttoned the boys pants. He tongued Sephiroth's belly button the way Angeal often did his and slipped his hands in his pants. He pulled Sephiroth's erection from his pants and stroked it slowly making his friend whimper. He smiled and lowered his mouth to it, only to be stopped by a nervous hand.

"W-what…are you doing?"

"You know what I'm doing," Genesis replied playfully. "And if you don't, you're more sheltered than I thought. Think of it as me apologizing as best I can."

"But you don't need-oh!" Sephiroth moaned out loud at an octave he'd never heard himself make. The hand that had hindered the redhead now tangled into those ginger locks, tugging and pulling gently. "Genesis!"

Genesis hummed, running his tongue on the underside just as he'd practiced many times on Angeal. Sephiroth was already an impressive size and was still a growing boy. Where his mouth could not reach he stroked with his hand. He pulled back and tongued the slit getting a mewling cry out of Sephiroth. The boy fell back on his free hand and released Genesis's hair in favor of gripping the sheets. The whole time Genesis kept his eyes on him. He watched the way Sephiroth arched forward, the muscles contracted in his flat stomach. The way his starlight hair slipped back from his gorgeous face which contorted in the foreign feeling. Genesis went easy on him, did not tease as he did with Angeal because in his mind the only thing he wanted from Sephiroth was to see that beautiful face when he came. Seeing that particular face on Angeal was always his favorite part and he got the feeling it would be the same with Sephiroth.

Sephiroth didn't know how to react, what to do, what to say as Genesis mouth worked over his untouched shaft. He'd never even touched himself, much less imagined someone's mouth around him. It was so warm and hot and drove him to a strange madness. He nearly tore the sheets and the sounds he was making sounded nothing like himself. He felt his stomach tightening, like a coil in the very center of him and was suddenly nervous. Whatever was happening, Genesis was pushing it and he didn't know if he wanted him to stop or keep going.

"Gen…I…don't…its…"

Genesis pulled away long enough to murmur a gentle, breathless, "I know." He continued his task and Sephiroth couldn't help but stare at him through clouded, half lidded eyes.

"Genesis!" he cried, tearing the sheets with his hand and his eyes shutting tight. He bit into his own lip so hard that blood and Mako filled his mouth. He heard soft gulping as Genesis continued at a slower pace until he was softened in the other boy's mouth. The redhead wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and gazed up at Sephiroth's face, marveling at the blood that trailed down the side of his mouth. The silver haired boy simply fell limply back on the bed and rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hands.

"G…that was amazing," Sephiroth panted.

Genesis moved up to lay beside him, propping his head up on his hand. "That is why Angeal calls me a slut," he giggled. "I have a very talented mouth."

"I wouldn't know what to compare it to. What was that anyway?"

Genesis rolled his eyes. "You're so cute. It's called a Blow Job! You know oral, bj, going down? Doing anything for you?"

"Heard about it," Sephiroth said, almost embarrassed. "Never knew what it was."

"You are just adorable."

Sephiroth looked at Genesis. "What about you?"

"Huh? Oh! Ha, I have this nifty thing about me. I get off watching someone else get off so I'm perfectly fine."

"You…are such a creeper." They both laughed and Sephiroth pulled Genesis over to kiss him. He found his own taste in his mouth and crinkled his nose. He jerked away. "You…you swallowed that stuff?"

Genesis furrowed his brow. "Ah, that. Got a travel tooth brush? No one likes cum breath."

"You are how old again?"

"Just a little baby teenager doing things he shouldn't, just like you!" Genesis spouted heading to the bathroom. "You better have mouthwash!"

Sephiroth smiled and sighed contentedly. He never got the chance to give Genesis is present.

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Hojo gently placed Lucrecia on the toilet seat of their room. He got a towel and began to wipe the smeared makeup from her face. The crocodile tears from earlier had stopped and made it easier for him to be bitter. He married this woman because she was clever in all things; he just wished her cunning ended in the lab. Of all the people she was attempting to fool, he had to be one of them. He didn't know if that was amusing or insulting. He caressed her face with the terrycloth and cleaned away all the foundation and eye shadow she'd chosen to wear that day. His wife was a beautiful creature, with or without these feminine necessities. He loved her and could handle arguing and fighting with her to no end because there was a certain thrill to riling her up. But tonight, what she did tonight bit somewhere deep. He suddenly saw her as ugly, old, wrinkled. For his beautiful wife, who had everything she could desire, to cry wolf on someone who loved her just as dearly as he did. He had grown tired of her gallivanting out into the night for young men to play with, tired of her grumbling about what Valentine had done with their son, tired of her cheap parlor tricks. She had worn his patience thin.

"I'm so sorry, darling. I wanted to just talk to him, try to fix things so that maybe we could get some time alone with Sephiroth. We're his parents, it's not fair that we don't get to see him without Vincent looking over our shoulders."

"Lucrecia," he said evenly, taking off his glasses. "Tell me, what do you think you've gained here by attempting to frame Valentine?"

"What?"

"I saw the syringe and even if I hadn't, it was obvious by observation of his habits that he had been drugged. Vincent Valentine is very much a creature of habit and would never get drunk outside the confines of his own home or room. He wouldn't even have bothered coming if he were too drunk to do so."

Lucrecia narrowed her eyes. "So I was right and you have been watching him! You've been looking at him more than me lately like you wish you'd chosen to string him along into this."

"He would've produced a finer specimen than you my dear. Sephiroth was a miracle to say he had mediocrity to work with."

She stood angrily. "What the hell does that mean, Kanaye! Vincent has done nothing but come between us and ruin our lives! How can you just stand there and act as though he's innocent in all this."

"Because unlike him, I know my darling wife," he said calmly. "You cross me, Lucrecia. You've done so many times and as a man of my age I grow weary of it. We are not in our twenties anymore and we left thirty behind long ago. We're adults who are getting older despite what science has done for us. Do you believe you will be ready to grow up any time soon or will I have to wait for that like I wait for you to come home at night?"

She sat down on the toilet seat and toyed with her hair. "Kanaye, I chose you over him because I loved you. Then it seemed like the closer Sephiroth and Vincent grew, the further apart you and I grew. I just want us to have a real family."

"Yet you've made no attempt with me to have a second child since Sephiroth's birth. All our little fumblings in the dark are no more lovemaking as they are two beasts rutting together. Even that has stopped. You spend more time in clubs wooing some poor little boy away from his friends just to get off and now you try to trap Valentine into something he has no reason to be in. There are better ways to get parentage over our son back."

"We've tried it your way!"

"You have not tried a single thing but treachery! Enough!"

Lucrecia looked up at him with wide eyes. "Oh, Kanaye, not you too. Don't turn against me…"

"I believe I've already done so, you're just the last to hear about it." Hojo left the bathroom. "My darling wife, you're a harlot and a liar. Why would I continue to steak my faith in you when I could be looking for better?"

Lucrecia sat there her face twisting into a horrid scowl. "If you're against me then you'll fall too."

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"We're approaching Costa de Sol, chief!"

Cid nodded and slowed the ship accordingly. Vincent had remained asleep in his quarters after having to coax him into not killing his ex. It took another round but he was fine with it, at least he was in his right mind this time. Now the gunman was tired and sleeping leaving him to mind those boys. Tseng was fine, would spend more time watching the navigators work the computers than actual socializing though every now and then he'd catch him speaking to Sephiroth. As for that case, Cid noticed him and Genesis talking as if nothing had transgressed between them and were clowning around with Angeal. It was good to see Sephiroth being a normal teen. The wonder couple was on opposite sides of the ship. Lucrecia was here on the bridge, a hard frown on her face. The security cameras showed Hojo outside leaning against one of the outer rails with a cigarette in his mouth. The glare of the sun on his glasses kept Cid from knowing what expression he held.

They would reach the beach area and he would have to say goodbye to Vincent for god knows how long. Perhaps he could coax the gunman into visiting once things were settled and they began working on the rocket in earnest. He missed having Vincent be ready to jump ship whenever they wanted to like when they were younger. He hated to admit it, but he felt that he had missed his chance to make anything permanent with the gunman because of his constant absence. Maybe he could hang around Costa for one more day before departing. It was his operation anyway, he could start when he was damn well ready.

"Chief?"

"Whats that?"

Vincent came up behind in one of the few tanks he owned and a pair of loose cargo pants. He had a short-sleeved hoodie on that was blood red and complimented his eyes. It was the first time Cid saw him looking so comfortable.

"We're landing yet?"

"Yep, bout to touch down now."

Vincent smiled a bit and stood beside him, his arms crossed. "Thank you, chief."

"Fer what?"

"Keeping me from putting a bullet in her head," he said simply. "She truly isn't worth it, is she?"

"Tried to tell ya that before. Weren't so hard headed ya woulda listened!"

He chuckled and brushed his shoulder against Cid's discreetly. "How long will you be docked here?"

"Depends on how long ya want me round," he grinned.

Vincent hummed and looked down at the boys. "So, they finally apologized."

"Bet they did more than that," Cid muttered. "They're so damn obvious, they just need a flag."

"Perhaps they're obvious because we already know what to look for."

"Do we now?"

"Yes, all those side long glances, those brushes of fingers, those fond eyes they make. Those three are going to be together for a long time…"

Cid watched Vincent smile at the boys as they horsed around. "Maybe they'll be as good a friends as we are, eh Vince?"

Vincent looked at him, his expression surprised but then he smiled softly. "I can only hope."

Lucrecia watched the two men share a small and a smoke and she grit her teeth. Hojo was no longer on her side and her ploy did not work. She had no choice. Vincent would have to be dealt with or she'd never get her son back.

"Control says their ready for the Isolde, chief!"

"They damn well better be! Everybody ground your feet, they gonna catch anchor."

Tseng blinked and looked at the navigator. "What is catch anchor?"

"Oh well that's when we drop a really heavy line and the port below catches it and as we're descending they'll reel it to keep the ocean wind from messing up our landing. This ship has excellent landing and flight abilities but even it can't handle those air currents off the ocean."

Tseng nodded and looked at the computer. "And so from here you drop this anchor?"

"That's it! Want to try it?"

Tseng nodded and the navigator scooted over to allow him room to sit. Vincent watched the boy learning the controls and tilted his head thoughtfully. Tseng was showing himself to be very intuitive and useful. He stowed away that detail for later.

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"Oh HELL YES! Ocean waves, crisp air, awesome sun, this is my kinda place!" Genesis spouted as they walked through the bustling yellow streets of Costa de Sol.

"Careful your ginger ass doesn't get sunburnt," Angeal muttered distractedly as he watched all the beautiful women wearing nothing but swimsuits and wraps.

"You're not even paying attention to my ginger ass!" Genesis complained.

Sephiroth however was. What made Genesis believe he could get away with wearing cut off shorts like those was beyond him, but he had to admit, they fit the boy's frame perfectly. Along with the white t-shirt that read "Sol Slut" on the front. Seriously, was he making these shirts?

Tseng huffed a bit at the heat and he swayed a bit as they walked. Vincent opted to pick him up and carry him the rest of the way, knowing that this heat was bad for the small wutain. Sephiroth looked at them and found a tinge of jealousy nagging at him. Vincent use to carry him the same way when he was too tired to walk. He shook his head feeling childish and continued to follow Genesis and Angeal. They got to the hotel and Vincent sat Tseng down in one of the plush chairs. He pressed bottled water to his lips and told him to stay still for a moment while he checked in, not that Tseng had the energy to go anywhere. He told the three of them to watch over him until he got their room keys.

"You okay, Tseng?" Genesis asked with concern.

"Its…hot," he panted.

"Wutai I hear stays pretty constant in temperature. Even the jungles are pretty cool. Coming here is a bit extreme for him."

Sephiroth took some left over ice out of his drink and used his cold hand he smear it over Tseng's forehead. The boy turned into it gratefully. "You need cooler clothes. You're gonna roast in those pants."

"We get to go shopping!"

"NO!" all three of them said to the redhead's outburst.

"Party poopers."

Vincent returned handing each of them a key. "We have two presidential suites. Tseng can stay with me while you three can figure out your own sleeping arrangements."

Angeal took his key. "Thank you, ShinRa."

"Damn, maybe I should've opt to be a Turk instead!" Genesis muttered.

"You two," he gestured to Genesis and Angeal. "have the day to clown around. I'm going to get Tseng some cooler clothing."

Sephiroth narrowed his eyes. "What about me?"

"You are still in trouble," Vincent said sharply. "You're going to take Tseng up to the room to get cleaned up and changed and then you will stay in your room until I say otherwise."

"Awe come on, Uncle Vince!" Sephiroth whined. "You can't be serious!"

"I told you when we got her your punishment wouldn't change. You stay in the room until I say you're free to go."

"But-"

"That's the end of it!" Vincent snapped. He handed Angeal and Genesis each debit cards. "That's spending money. You only get five thousand gil a day and that's all, spend it wisely." Angeal set his mouth to refuse but Vincent was already walking away.

"Ah, a man after my own heart! Time to hit the stores!"

"Have fun guys," Sephiroth groaned miserably as he lifted a still weak Tseng from the chair.

"We'll bring you something back," Angeal promised.

"Maybe since we're out this way, we can find some imported Dumb Apple Wine. I hear you can't drink grain so I'm sure you can have fruit based."

Sephiroth's stomach turned at the idea. "That's alright. I've had enough trouble out of alcohol to last me a while. See you later guys."

The two boys watched with slight regret as Sephiroth trudged toward elevator with Tseng in tow. He entered the elevator and sighed, adjusting Tseng on his back.

"You wish not to be in my company…"

"I wish I wasn't grounded on vacation."

"I can't stay in heat so I am grounded too. Perhaps we find things to do inside together?" he offered tiredly.

Sephiroth glanced over his shoulder at Tseng then shrugged. The kid at least deserved a chance to prove he wasn't a homewrecker. "Sure, I brought my comp. We could watch some flicks on the tv."

Tseng nodded. "I could make snacks for us. Perhaps Vincent would join?"

Sephiroth almost smiled. "You…really like Vincent don't you?"

"He care for me when no one else would. I would do anything for him; he'd need just to ask."

"I think maybe we will get along, Tseng."

"I hope so."

"Just don't freakin hit me anymore!"

Tseng actually laughed a bit.

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A/N: finally made it to Costa. Now for the real fun. Two-Three more parts to the Grounded in Paradise then we move on. I'm warning you though, we're going to lose someone on this trip, so be prepared for it. Sorry for any mistakes. corrected this in a rush! Read and Review
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