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It's Just Trash	By : KSipesh Category: Final Fantasy VII > Het - Male/Female Views: 1078 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer-- I don't own these characters, they belong to Square-Enix, with the exception of Porter (He's mine). I don't make a darn thing off of my writing, so...don't sue me. In later chapters, this story will contain sexual content. m/f. Enjoy!

The companion piece to Candy Wrapper. The same story, but told from Vincent�s point of view. You would do well to read Candy Wrapper first, I think.

It�s Just Trash

Chapter 1

I had spent nearly the last three decades suspended between death and life, unconscious but aware. Caught in nightmares-- never ending nightmares. Yet, those visions I suffered while in repose were nothing compared to what I had actually lived through, what I had witnessed prior to being thrown into that God foresaken box. My body had been rended, dismantled like a machine and put back together. I had watched the only woman that I had, even at the age of twenty-seven, ever fallen in love with suffer a piteous fate and die, sacrificing herself upon the alter of science. She had lost her life for the love of her job and the fact that I had been too weak, not man enough to do what I should have done.

That was my sin, my burden-- the reason why I knew that I deserved to rot there in what amounted to little more than a coffin. However, I didn�t rot, I didn�t die. I was merely frozen in time, languishing within my mind as my body was trapped in the moment I�d been put in there. Hojo had obviously had some intent in placing me into suspended animation but as to what it was, I�ve never been able to quite figure out.

Nor would I get the chance to ask him. He was dead now. The final disposal of that wretched man had been just one more step on the way to finding the Planet�s salvation.

Yes, I was taking part in the Planet�s salvation. Helping a world that had long ago forgotten me. A world that I was little more than an obsolete relic to. Hojo had made that my fate-- to live in a world that was both familiar but completely alien and unable to accept me. Maybe that had been his intent, maybe that had been his final blow to my dignity.

Had I been glad to see him die? I wouldn�t say I took particular pleasure in his death, but rather a sense of closure. When I walked up to his twitching body, after the last of his strength had failed him, I didn�t smile. I didn�t smile when I raised my gun to make my kill shot, and I didn�t smile when I pulled the trigger, placing a lone bullet between his eyes.

I didn�t smile because I don�t. I just don�t. There was little reason for me to do so. The damage had already been done. Nothing was righted with his annihilation. There would just be no more evil begotten by him.

Since being awakened three weeks ago, quite by accident, I�ve remained with AVALANCHE as they carried out their mission. Being that I alone was responsible for this entire situation, I felt it my obligation to go with them. I quickly came to understand that my�quirks�drove a wedge between the members of the group and I. There was a constant need on their part to taunt me. Harassing me somehow seemed to become their favorite pass time, and I let them. I didn�t care one way or another. I didn�t deserve to be treated any better.

The ringleader of this abuse was the pilot, Cid Highwind. His crude and often profane persona lent itself well to such activity. Daily, I was tormented by him. Generally, his derision consisted mainly of gibes toward his perception of me being something of a vampire. There were always threats on his part to taint my food with garlic, or to drive a stake through my heart whilst I slept. For the most part, I let these comments slide. I was not giving him the satisfaction of any real reaction, other than the one time that I quietly informed him that if he did attempt to near me as I slept, that I would gladly rip out his throat with my teeth and taste his blood just to humor him-- if he were so inclined to try.

However, one of the group seemed unwilling to join the others in their collective abuse of me. Her name was Tifa, and she�d caught my eye from the moment I�d been liberated from that stasis box. She possessed a certain youthful beauty to her, an innocence that appealed to me, and innocence that I knew I must never sully with my�touch. I didn�t think this would be an issue in the long run. She seemed afraid of me on some level, and I didn�t believe that she would ever have any interest in me anyway. How anyone could find anything appealing about me was a concept far beyond my grasp.

Besides, Cloud would never have let her near me. He was fiercely protective of her, indicating to me that they were involved. They had apparently known one another their entire lives. Surely they were invested heavily in each other.

I wore the burden of my past like a shell, and I wouldn�t let anyone through. My resolve on that matter was solid.

But not as solid as I had hoped. Tifa showed me that.

At night, after the ship had quieted down for the day, I had begun a habit of going up to the deck of the airship to enjoy the night and to reflect on how I�d arrived in my present situation. No one ever dared to disturb me during those times as people had, at least, the good sense to give me my space after dark.

Hence, I was confused when I heard the door up to the deck open although it was well past the time when everyone turned in for the night. I gave passing thought to the idea that I should have locked it, but I hadn�t. From the steps behind me, I knew without looking that it was Tifa. I was immediately curious to see what she wanted, but I was frozen in place, not certain of what I should do. I opted to let her come to me and let me know. Soon, she was leaning against the railing, close to my left side.

I waited for her to do or say something for several moments. Then, she held something toward me and I glanced down, seeing a candy bar in her right hand. Moreover, it was the same kind that I had a small propensity for having whenever I got the chance. Either it was dumb luck on her part that she had managed to find this particular and somewhat obscure brand to give to me or she�d gotten it on purpose. Maybe she had honestly noticed. The fact that she may have cared enough to take note of my favorite candy would have been touching, had I believed it more than just a coincidence.

I looked into her dark eyes, searching for her intent. I needed to know what she had in mind and why she was here.

Tifa stared back at me, and the smallest of smiles came to her lips. "It�s for you."

I considered her for a few more seconds, letting my head fall a little to the side. I didn�t think that she was here to tease me like the others, but still, I couldn�t figure out what she did want. I reached out slowly toward the candy bar, as the thought of having it was appealing-- very appealing. Resolving that she wasn�t going to pull it back out of my grasp, I went ahead and claimed it.

I faced back out toward the night once more and hooked one of the talons of my left hand through the wrapper, opening it. As I got to the task of eating it, I noticed that she had produced a second and was having one as well.

When she finished hers, and she did so first as I take the time to savor anything chocolate, she crumpled up her wrapper and stuffed it into her right pocket. When I did finish mine, I let go of the wrapper, allowing it flutter away from my hand upon the breeze. Tifa, for whatever reason, reached out with amazing speed and neatly plucked the wrapper from the air. She was fast, unbelievably fast-- possibly even as fast as I. I couldn�t help but turn and look at her.

Tifa put my wrapper in her pocket, this time her left one I noticed, and she said quietly, "We�re trying to save the world, not make it a bigger mess."

That�s when I felt it-- for the first time since awakening, I felt a smile play upon my lips. This was hidden from her, courtesy of my cloak�s collar. For this, I was glad. I wasn�t sure I wanted anyone, even Tifa to see that I had feelings.

Yet, she knew and smiled in return, her eyes shining up at me. I could see something in Tifa�s expression, and it hinted at her pleasure at me having accepted her offering and having eaten it here in her presence.

"Thanks," I said quietly.

Her countenance changed as she heard this lone word from me. Even though I had simply expressed my appreciation for the candy, she was somehow able to get a lot more from that mere word. I realized that Tifa was looking right into me, and that was something that I was far from accustomed to.

After hesitating for a moment, she replied. "No problem."

I was fascinated by her. I�ve already admitted that I had a particular attraction to Tifa, and now with her here with me, I let my mind wander, giving play to the idea of something perhaps happening between she and I. I smiled again before turning back to look at the night sky. "You�re the only one, you know."

I felt her eyes still lingering upon me. "The only one?"

I sighed and rose to my full height, no longer leaning upon the railing. I turned and looked down at her, appreciating how small and delicate she seemed at that moment. I spoke gently, not wanting to frighten her. "The only one who�s made any effort to do anything in regards to me beyond trying to piss me off."

She nodded a little, and a frown tugged at the corners of her mouth. "I�m sorry about all of that."

Why she would accept the blame for the shortcomings of the others was beyond me. "Why should you be? You�ve done nothing," I replied, crossing my arms over my chest.

I noticed that her eyes were drawn to something and I looked down, seeing that the front of my cloak was parted a little, exposing part of my left arm. The fact that she was staring at it immediately reminded me that I wasn�t normal anymore. I didn�t want her looking at me, thinking me to be a freak even if I was. I pulled my cloak around me, cutting off her view of my mechanical limb.

"No, Vincent, it�s okay," she said gently, daring to reach out. Tifa�s hand slipped beneath the fabric until I felt her fingers land upon my left arm. That had taken a considerable amount of bravery on her part. To reward her courage, I didn�t pull away as I would have done at the touch of anyone else�not that I wanted to. This contact meant far more to me than she could have ever possibly known.

Her grip upon my forearm tightened, and she pulled, indicating that I should let her see this part of me. I gave in, letting her draw my left arm from beneath my cloak.

She looked up at me, making sure that I was all right with her examination. I gave her a slight nod, inviting her to study my arm to her heart�s content.

Tifa tentatively brought up her free hand and placed it around my left wrist, while her other moved to support my arm from beneath. Her eyes narrowed in her fascination and she turned my wrist first one direction, and then the other, checking me from all angles.

I couldn�t help but wonder if her interest in me was based merely on my oddity, or if she had other compulsions driving her to make such contact with me. Wanting to gauge her reaction, I allowed the fingers of my left hand to slowly close round the wrist of her hand that was holding my own.

Tifa didn�t flinch or pull away. In fact, she remained completely still, her eyes fixed upon our joined hands. There was no repulsion in her expression, no fear to be found. How she could possibly be willing to let me touch her at all wasn�t something I understood, but I was grateful for-- immensely grateful for.

The story of Beauty and the Beast crossed my mind, making me feel instantly contemplative. I wondered exactly what she wanted from me.

"It�s okay," she repeated gently, before turning her eyes back up toward me.

I was too confused at the moment to give any real response, and I just looked back at her.

Her expression fell. "Do you want me to let go?"

I�d prefer that you never let go, I thought silently, thinking that I�d never have a beautiful woman willing to touch me again. "No, not yet."

I began to look upon our hands again, dwelling on the significance of what was happening. Not only was she treating me like a normal human being, but her touch was letting me appreciate something about my cybernetic arm that I�d been previously unable to notice. "I can actually feel you touch me. I was aware that I had sensation from it, but not on this level. You�re warm, I can actually feel that you�re warm."

She gazed into my eyes again. "Really?�

I damn near laughed. Not only had she made me smile for the first time in thirty years, but she almost made me laugh with her innocent tone. "Really."

"Oh�" Tifa remained locked in my eyes, her expression softening. She was accepting me. Perhaps it was just a momentary thing-- maybe it was only for tonight, but she was honestly accepting me. I wondered exactly how far she was willing to take this.

I brought my right hand up and grabbed the collar of my cloak. I pulled it downward. Initially, I simply did this as my anxiety over the situation was making me feel smothered, but then I knew that I was mainly doing it because I wanted to see how she would react upon getting an honest look at me. I kept my expression placid, wanting her to respond out of her own reaction, not some reflection of my feelings.

I�d never considered myself particularly attractive. I was thin and had been an awkward teenager-- ridiculed by females my age back then. Those years had left an impression upon me, destroying my self-confidence I suppose. The typical angsty high school drama, I�m afraid. Now, being faced with a female like Tifa, one who�s league I was clearly out of, all of my old doubts surfaced and I wondered when she would break eye contact or pull away. She didn�t though, and that had me perplexed.

I just took in everything about her that I could as we stared at one another. Her eyes were a deep amber and they absolutely shone with her vibrance. Tifa�s hair was impossibly long, tied back and blowing behind her in the faint breeze that was coming over the deck. I found myself fixated on her lips, graced as they were with a neutral gloss, and parted slightly as if there were questions upon her tongue that refused to be given voice. I wanted to know what they felt like. God, I wanted to know what they felt like.

I knew what I wanted. The choice was hers.

Her right hand came up between us and she placed it against my cheek. I couldn�t help but close my eyes at the sensation that ran through my body from this touch and I turned my head, allowing my mouth to come in contact with her hand. Rarely had my lips ever made contact with another human being, and doing so with Tifa, even if it just was her hand, made something within me stir.

When her hand finally moved away, I looked back into her eyes, waiting for some sign from her. I knew that there was no way she was seeking any sort of relationship with me, but if she was seeking just some sort of momentary diversion from our mission�I might be swayed, even if I had no experience to offer.

"Vincent?" she asked, her voice little more than a whisper.

I moved closer to her, awaiting her question.

"Wh�what�s happening?" The look on her face was indicative of her uncertainty.

I stared down at where our hands were still clasped together, realizing my error. Had I honestly set myself up with any hopes or expectations about the situation, I may have been disappointed, but I�d known better. Yet, I wasn�t willing to just walk away. I tightened my grip that I had upon her wrist.

As I did this, I noticed her catch her breath. She sighed in a way that got my attention. I could have been wrong after all. Maybe she was wanting more from me. That simple idea brought yet another of those rare smiles to my lips.

Her hand once more came to my face, this time going beneath my chin, indicating that she wanted me to look at her, and so I did.

Tifa took a step closer to me, and her body made its first cautious contact with mine. She placed my left arm behind her back, not deterred from having it touch her even though it was hideous and unnatural.

If she was willing to make that sort of gesture toward me, then I suspected I might have her permission to kiss her. I moved toward her slowly, seeing that she closed her eyes when our lips were just a short distance apart. With this sign of submission, I closed my eyes as well and was rewarded by the wonderful warmth of her mouth against mine.

I hesitated with my lips just lightly in contact with hers. I wasn�t exactly certain how aggressive I should get with the kiss, and waited for her to let me know.

And she did. Her hand moved behind my neck and pulled me down, giving me consent to go a little further. She parted her lips to me and I was let in. I wasn�t forceful about it, trying to let her know that I would only do what she gave me permission to do.

Naturally, my body began to respond despite my apprehension regarding the situation. I held her closer to me� That didn�t help, as it caused a wonderful and welcomed pressure between us. My body instinctively sought more contact between us, and without thinking about it, my lower half pressed against her, giving her evidence of my impassioned physical state.

Even though she could certainly feel my arousal, she didn�t move away. Instead, her arms clenched around me, keeping me in place. She seemed open to anything-- and I found myself wrestling with my self-restraint.
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