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Semi Synthetic	By : WCE Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 548 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The characters and characteristics of Final Fantasy are not mine. This story is non-profit.

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~Semi Synthetic~
Author:
Danaeyl Panthernopaeus.
Theme:
Alternate Universe.
Storyline:
A brief view on the most unusual friendship he has.
First person point of view.
Warnings:
Shounen-ai, narcotics, slight language, slight violence, OOCN (out of character notions).
Disclaimer:
The characters and characteristics of Final Fantasy VII are not mine. This is a fan-based story and is non-profit.
Author’s Note:
Inspired by an online story called “Now, Tomorrow, Always”.
~ * ~
I have made many mistakes in my life. None of them were as bad or as big as sleeping with someone who is still classed as the enemy. I’m not going to mention his name, to protect him and myself.
If Rufus every finds out that I had been stupid enough to have sexual relations with him, I don’t think I would ever see the light of day.
Holy hell, when he found out I was spending time with Cloud and his gang, he nearly had a heart attack. After all, there is no reason for us all to be to be friendly and I have other reasons for bumming around their house.
Yeah, sure, Tifa is an awesome cook and can make anything exciting. The children, my God. They’re terrors. They are chaos incarnate. They look like angels and they are when Tifa or someone else is around, but on their own – well, let’s just say I no longer take my EMF over there.
Sissy girl – I mean Cloud – rarely makes an appearance. I don’t know what he’s doing and frankly, I don’t care. If one squints hard enough, they may catch a glimpse of Vincent. I, of course, know where he dwells during the day and have no problem finding him at night.
Oh, the first time I did that still makes me shudder. I am grateful to Vincent. In a way, he saved me from myself. My own idiocy can be forgivable. Most times. Other times, it cannot be.
I enjoy nights like this.
Nights where it is twenty-five degrees, or seventy-seven, with no breeze. Vincent and I sit in the small park area outside Sector Seven. We say nothing, mainly because neither of us knows what to say. At least, that’s how I feel.
I’m sure Vincent knows what to say. I’ve seen him speaking with Cloud and Cloud always gets a look of guilt on his face by the time Vincent is finished with him.
I wish I could have that affect on someone. All a person shows with me is agitation or impatience, as if I’m taking up their valuable time. Only three people I know don’t give me those looks.
Tifa treats me like a child; a grown one. She’s always been sweet to me, at least after Meteor and remains the same after Kadaj and his gang. She is like the mother I never had.
Rude, I’m sure, will always treat me like his brother. We’ve been together too long to see each other any other way. Although, I wish he would pluck up the courage to ask Tifa to dinner. I’ve never seen Rude so indecisive around anyone, but put him in a room with Tifa…
Vincent is the third. Ever since he threatened my life and my manhood, he’s been one of my closest friends in the area.
Not that long ago, a few months, the Turks decided to split up until we were needed again. Therefore, we went our separate ways. Tseng and Elena headed east; Rufus south. We keep in contact regularly.
I will admit, the Turks being apart hurt me more deeply than anyone could have guessed. The only person said anything about it was Vincent and that was only because he “could see it in my eyes”.
Yeah, the split was hard for me to deal with. I handled it with a lot of alcohol and a little sex here and there. It was alcohol and anything else that gave me the illusion that everything would be fine.
It was at my lowest point that Vincent slapped me out of it.
I could only remember stumbling into his bedroom before we were even on friendly terms and I was greeted with a gun to my face.
The drugs had worn off but I was still drunk. I slurred something out and the gun was cocked, something I had been hoping for.
Go on! I shouted, glaring at the crimson-eyed man. Do it! Kill me.
Vincent’s eyes hardened and I knew he was going to do it. You can always count on Vincent to do something messy and to do it correctly.
Instead, he lowered the weapon and turned away. You want to die. I can see it in your eyes. It’s more fun to murder someone when they don’t want to die. Get out.
For some reason, hearing those made me sober up. My EMF made it into my hand and I regretted it instantly when I felt the gun pressed against something personal. I may have wanted to die but I sure as hell didn’t want to live the rest of my life as a eunuch.
Just euthanize me, I had begged.
Vincent shook his head.
Well, I don’t know if it was the alcohol or if I was still under drug influence but I decided to do something that would make Vincent kill me.
I kissed him.
Yeah, that’s how our friendship happened. Me being drugged up and plastered and kissing a man. He did taste sweet that night.
After the kiss, I cried. He held me and even though at the time he may night have cared, it felt good to get an unbiased opinion. As much as I love Rude, I just needed someone else that night.
Vincent wasn’t my first choice, but he was my best.
I turn my head and study Vincent. He is such an unusual person. He has this fear about getting to someone, yet he wants human contact. He’s never said that to me, I’m only making assumptions here.
We’re sitting atop the cat slide, staring at the rubble from the plate disaster that hasn’t been cleared away. I get down and walk over to the entrance of Sector Seven. I remember have very upset Barret was with me when I destroyed AVALANCHE.
Wow, I think, I really am an asshole.
Vincent is beside me in a moment and I feel his hand on my shoulder. He thinks he might have to comfort me, but I know different.
I still feel no remorse for what I did. If I did, I most likely would have killed myself months after it happened. I was only doing what I was told, and if that makes me a bad person, so be it.
I look at Vincent; he is staring at the broken buildings that obscure the entrance blankly. However, behind those eyes, I know he is probably saying a prayer for all those that were lost.
I feel the need to kiss him again.
I want to tell him that he has no reason to feel sorry for those but I know that it would be pointless. If he feels that way and I know he does, he will do anyway.
I turn to him.
Vincent looks at me.
“Would we be good together?” I ask him.
Vincent shakes his head. “No.”
“Why not?”
“We’re only semi synthetic.”
~ * ~
End.
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