A wedding

Hello~ I know it has been very long since I updated this fic, and I feel bad about it . But finally I bring you the last chapter, because I cannot leave things unfinished XD I hope you will enjoy it^^

Last Chapter: Rufus gave Yazoo the talk about the birds and bees and at night Yazoo experienced an eye opening scene in the shower.


11

Rufus sleepily staggered into the kitchen, mechanically grabbing for his first cup of coffee that sat ready on the counter already, thanks to Tseng. Drowsily, he curled his fingers around the warm ceramic and slowly turned to sit down and start with a nice breakfast.

“Good morning.”

Expensive ceramic crashed on even more expensive marble tiles and hot coffee spilled everywhere, but Rufus could only blankly stare, his hand up as if it was still holding the cup that lay in thousand pieces before his feet.

Yazoo stared right back at the aghast blond, slowly raising his brow and taking his exposed, long leg from the opposite chair, letting the silken robe glide back on it. Clearing his throat, he informed the man “There´s coffee on your slippers,” before he went back to unfazedly reading the newspaper.

“…Thanks for the info,” Rufus replied, frowning, finally tearing his eyes away from the far from innocent sight before him to look down at his feet. He simply turned to retrieve a new cup and fill it with the steaming black liquid in the pot. Easily walking around the mess on the floor –Tseng could take care of that later- Rufus sat down opposite Yazoo, who still seemed awfully interested in the TV program.

“Good morning,” he finally wryly replied, taking a much needed sip, but still he couldn´t help his eyes traveling up and down the lithe form sitting at his kitchen table. Yazoo was wearing the robe, but he did so in a… casual way, obviously not really caring if it was fully closed or not and if there was some of his creamy, perfect skin revealed. It seemed as if over night, someone had pulled out the stick from his ass, and Rufus was slightly pertubed by that sudden change, to say the least.

“Anything happened?” he therefore asked, hiding his curiosity behind a mask of bored indifference and crossing his legs to nonchalantly hide his half erection.

“Pluto isn´t a planet anymore…” Yazoo announced in slight wonder. He had never heard of Pluto before. It was astonishing of what was going on in the world; politics and science was no topic for the circle at all, as weren´t newspapers or any worldly matters. The only lecture that was allowed was The Word of the Mother Jenova and any literature revolving around it.

“That´s… interesting, but not what I meant,” the blond answered with a lifted brow, unashamedly tracing his eyes down a smooth, half exposed chest and the little rosy nipple that peeked at him from underneath the cloth.

Yazoo finally moved his gaze from the newspaper back to his host, tilting his head in question.

“Your attire,” Rufus pointed out with a nod of his head at the Son. “And your attitude seem quite different today.” Was he imagining it, or did a faint colouring blossom on his guest´s high cheeks? Lovely.

Yazoo was tempted for a moment, to pull his robe around him and cover himself up again, but he resisted the urge. After last night he had become a new person indeed, kind of. He felt relieved and free and was driven by a curiosity he had never known before. The world seemed so big all of a sudden, full of exciting mysteries, and he wanted to know them all! In a way he thought he ought to be almost grateful to Rufus, but then again, that might have been a bit too much, so he just said non-committaly, “Really… Well, if you say so.”

“I do,” Rufus replied, comfortably leaning back, sipping at his coffee and enjoying the view for now.

*

Reno frowned at the high building and looked back at the adress Vincent had scribbled down in his clear, simple handwriting. When he had read about ‘Rufus Shinra’, he had first thought that it was a coincidence because he could see no possible way how Yazoo could end up in the evil claws of the Circle´s self-declared ‘arch enemy’, the epitome of everything rotten and evil.

However this building seemed pretty much like something Sinra would reside in…

Tugging the paper back into the breast pocket of his suit, Reno flipped his cigarette into the gutter and entered the building.

*

“Sir?”

“What is it,” Rufus replied distractedly via the intercom, pushing down the button while he stared over the rim of his glasses at another portfolio with knitted brows and a slightly exasperated expression. Seriously, he didn´t know what was going on as of late, but there were no new exciting models at all; it was a veritable disaster! He had an important advertising campagne coming up for the new fragrance of a very expensive, very popular fashion house and he needed to find a goddamn model, but all he got was boring, bland, skinny kids.

“There is a young man here that wishes to speak to you,” Tseng´s voice crackled through the intercom, but Rufus didn´t miss the slightly suspicious undertone in his employee´s statement. “He claims that he is an acquaintance of your current guest.”

“…Let him in.” With a sigh, the blond leaned back and laid his glasses on the desktop. This was a very welcome distraction; the members of the Circle were always so amusing once they got caught up in their fanatic rants…

To his surprise however, a certain, fiery redhead poked his head into the room a moment later, before he strolled inside, hands casually slammed into his pockets. “Yo,” he greeted, with shameless curiosity looking through the room and sizing Rufus up and down.

“Good day to you too,” the blonde replied with an arched brow, gesturing with his hand to one of the chairs that were placed before his desk, before he put the tips of his fingers together and studied the redhead himself. He recognized this voice, he thought…

His visitor didn´t look like the typical Son to Rufus; on the contrary. His appearance was far from impeccable and stiff; his guest lazily slouched down in the chair, his suit a bit dishevelled, with the collar unbuttoned.

“So, what can I do for you, Mister…?” the agent tilted his head in question.

“Just call me Reno, yo.”

“…Mister Reno.” Rufus´ brow slipped higher. This was a very strange fellow. Maybe he wasn´t a member of the Circle at all. But then what could he want here? Rufus´hand inconspiciously wandered to the gun that was attached under his desk.

“I wanna talk to Yazoo, yo.” Reno replied easily, fumbling out his pack of cigarettes. “Do you mind?”

“Actually I do,” was the instant retort and with an unhappy sigh Reno put his cigs back. Rufus had suspiciously narrowed his eyes and leaned a bit forward, asking,

“And what business do you have with my guest?”

“I´d say that is none of yours, but if you must know: I´m here to pull the stick outta his ass and finally make him realize that he´s gay for his childhood friend.”

“You are not a member of the Circle,” Rufus sharply observed, blinking.

Reno looked aghast at that revelation instantly inspecting his attire “Sweet Shiva, I don´t look like one, do I?!”

The blond just rolled his eyes, taking another moment to ignore the flustered redhead and contemplate what he had just said, before he picked up the phone. “All right. I will call him and ask if he wants to see you.”

*

“Yo.” Reno poked his head into the living room, his eyes searching for a certain dark haired young man, but the bland chamber was empty. However he could hear low, but slightly agitated voices coming from the bedroom, and, curiosity getting the better of him, he tiptoed to the only leaned on door.

Actually he had come with some news for Vincent, but as he got no reaction to his knocking on the Son´s door he had invited himself in… And there they were, Vincent standing beside the bed, his expression tight, his hands balled into fists. Lucrecia was folding black clothes, standing with her back to Reno and Vincent, but her movements seemed relaxed and confident.

“You heard right,” she just affirmed, putting a perfectly folded shirt into the wardrobe, reaching for the next piece of clothing. “I am pregnant. It is your child.” The last thing was said in an almost threatening tone, making the redhead frown. Now this wasn´t such good news…

Vincent´s shoulders visibly tensed and his mouth twitched, but still his voice was calm as he said, “Lucrecia…”

She turned towards him, chin lifted, eyes cold. “I will inform the highpriest about the good news this very day. I hope it will be a son, he will have a great future ahead of him. Maybe he can become Highpriest some day, the current one and his family must have fallen from grace for the Mother to punish them so… You stay away from them, you hear me? I need you here now, there is a lot to do and prepare before our son is born.”

The challenging look intensified, before it went condescending and she attempted to walk past him, out of the room. However he gribbed her by the arm, making her hiss and bristle. “What do you think you are doing?! Stop hurting me!”

Vincent remained calm, but he didn´t let her go. She struggled some more, but he held her firmly, his dark eyes intense as he said in a low, slightly despaired voice,

“Lucrecia, this child cannot be mine, there is no way.” There was pity in his words, as well as barely hidden impatience and frustration.

Lucrecia sneered at him, but then her shoulders slumbed as she hissed, her voice trembling “Don´t you think I know that? Do you know how it feels to live with a husband who doesn´t touch me, and that one time he did grunted the name of another?! You are doomed, Vincent, the Goddess´ light won´t shine for you, but I will not let you drag me down with you! Doctor Hojo helped me to conceive this child and you will be his father and fullfil your duty or I will tell everyone what a wretched, sinful creature you are! Now take your dirty paws off me!”

The dark haired man´s eyes narrowed at that, half in shock, half in anger but he let go of her. She turned around bruskly, that disgusted scowl still marring her features as she attempted to march out of the room, but almost bumped into Reno who had failed to retreat quickly enough.

“Uhm… Yo.” He waved nervously at the two of them, giving an uncomfortable laugh.

Vincent´s face went blank, and Lucrecia stiffened, but she maintained her proud posture quickly enough, looking down on him.

“What are you doing here?” she demanded, accusingly narrowing her eyes on the detested heretic.

“Uh well… I have something to discuss with Vincent, but it can wait really, you seem pretty busy…” Ackwardly he scratched his head, shifting his weight. Great, this so was the last thing he had wanted to walk in on…

“I don´t think so. Vincent has no business with you anylonger-” the daughter declared coolly, but was interrupted by her husband instantly stepping forward, his face tight with anticipation.

“What did he say?”

Reno´s gaze shifted from Vincent to his unhappy, just as tight faced wife, though she was for different reasons. Even though Reno didn´t like her he did understand how she must feel. She had been an innocent, young thing when he had first met her, with a massive crush on Vincent and for her it must have been a blessing to be chosen as his wife. And then her sweet dreams were crushed when reality had kicked in and she came to realize that although she might possess her love on paper Lucrecia could never have his heart… It had made her bitter and desperate, and Reno could not really blame her for that.

“Well…” he squirmed, looking back at the Son.”Maybe we should discuss this in private…”

“No,” Lucrecia ordered, crossing her arms under her breast, glaring at the redhead venomously. “I am his wife, I have a right to know.”

Lifting a brow, Reno looked back at Vincent for some instructions on how to proceed now, but the man slumbed his shoulders and just gave a resigned nod to go ahead. Maybe it was the guilt that made him lenient towards her, or maybe he was just tired of hiding it when obviously she knew exactly what was going on. There just was no point anylonger.

“Yaz agreed to talk to you again. He has… changed I think,” Reno said carefully, keeping to himself that he thought that it was a very positive change. For the first time they had really talked, with Yazoo tentatively listening to him, acknowledging him and his opinion as an equal when usually he had looked down on Reno and simply dismissed him as a heretic. Yazoo hadn´t said much, but he had been calm and somewhat unbiased, giving Reno the chance to say what he had to, and Reno had done so. He hadn´t held back to confront Yazoo with the ugly truth either, to point out his view on things, namely that he thought Yazoo was being unfair for blaming it all on him and Vincent, that Vincent was trying very hard, and that he thought it to be childish that Yazoo dismissed his own feelings so easily, pretending they weren´t there.

“I will go to him,” Vincent immediately said, reaching for his coat on the bed, urgency and hope flaring up in his expressive eyes. As he stepped into the corridor however, Lucrecia´s cold voice rose behind the two men, sounding final and menacing.

“If you go now, Vincent Valentine, you do not need to come back.” It was a last, desperate attempt to bind him, and her hands slipped down to her yet flat belly, her features softening, as she silently pleaded for him to stay, to become a family with her like she had ever wished for.

Reno´s jaw tightened as he averted his eyes. He felt like he shouldn´t be witnessing this intimate, tragic scene and he could not decide which side he cheered for.

Vincent stood there, indecisive for a moment, before he turned to walk back to her. Lucrecia´s face lit up, becoming that sweet, innocent woman again that she used to be before constant rejection had made her hard and cold.

Gently cupping her cheeks as she looked up at him with so much painful hope, he placed a soft kiss on her forhead, closing his eyes briefly. “I am sorry. You can blame it all on me.”

Then he turned his back on her and walked back with Reno to his car.

*

“How did I come to be involved in this soap opera again?” Rufus snorted, the rethorical question being answered by a polite, but not overly interested “I have no idea sir.”

Impatiently, Reno waved at Rufus´ bodyguard to be quiet, and leaned forward on the desk to hear what was spoken via the hidden bugs in his living room. How he cherished this surveillance system!

Tseng just lifted a thin brow, inwardly shaking his head at the blond and the redhead almost crawling into the monitor that depicted the two Sons sitting opposite each other in Rufus´ lavish living room.

“Oh c´mon, say something already,” Reno muttered, trying to will Vincent into making the first step. So far, all that had happened was Yazoo wordlessly offering the man a seat on the couch, sitting down himself and just as quietly sipping his water.

“This is never going to work,” Rufus informed no one in particular with a somewhat snobbish air, shaking his head. This was too bad, he had actually managed to talk Yazoo into letting him take some photos for that advertisement. If it went as he planned he had his new top model sitting on that very couch, and if Yazoo and that Vincent got together, it would not only provide him with lots of delicious free porn (he so loved his surveillance system! And they would stay at his place for now of course, they had no where else to go) but with another model on top. The two of them were perfect together, visually wise at least. Like day and night, light and darkness…

Finally clearing his throat, Vincent removed his fist from his mouth and began quietly,

“How are you?”

“Good,” Yazoo simply replied, and a new phase of silence threatened to infiltrate the room, when he added, “I thought about things a lot. I decided that I will not go back. I have a job now and I read the newspaper.” Albeit these last news seemed trivial and almost comical to everyone else who didn´t know the Children, Vincent seemed massively impressed. It was something so normal, yet so very far away from their own world…

“Mr Shinra was so kind as to offer me to stay here as long as I want to and I will do so. With all that happened I feel that I do not fit back into where I came from… And frankly, I do not want to either.”

“I understand,” Vincent replied, and really, he did. He could not go back either. Even if Yazoo did not want him, he just couldn´t torture himself to live a life he wasn´t meant for. Briefly contemplating on telling Yazoo that he had turned his back on the Goddess as well, he abandoned that thought. This was not about him, it was about Yazoo. “Did you inform anyone about your decision yet?” he carefully asked, looking his friend in the eye.

The other affirmed it with a nod.

“I tried to talk to Sephiroth about it, but he told me that either I come back immediately and receive my punishment without question so I might be redeemed or I am dead to him and The Mother.”

“I am so sorry,” Vincent answered in sympathy, his hand finding the other´s knee unconsciously and it was accepted.

“I did not expect any other reaction, to tell the truth. He is angry and disappointed right now, but maybe, some day, he can accept it.” Although Yazoo´s voice was as calm and neutral as ever, emotionless even, Vincent wasn´t fooled. He knew how close the two of them had been, how much it hurt to lose family like this.

“I am sorry,” he repeated again, squeezing his fingers a bit around Yazoo´s knee. “Is there anything I can do?”

The silver haired man blinked, being quiet for a moment, before he gingerly said, “I am not sure…”

“I understand,” Vincent said, sounding a bit tight, and withdrew his hand to hold it uselessly in his lap. The light in Yazoo´s eyes dimmed and he took his water glass again, silence filling the room anew.

“This is never going to work,” Rufus repeated, distractedly popping another sushi role into his mouth as he followed the actions on the monitor. Reno gave a protesting grunt since his mouth was full. He had faith in Vincent, although it was waning a bit right now.

“Dammit fo fomefing!” Shaking his fist with a frustrated growl at Vincent, the redhead forced his mental abilites on the man, watching with satisfaction as the dark haired Son opened his mouth, just to close it the next moment and retreat back into the couch.

However, Yazoo spoke up in his stead.

“I am sorry. About the things I said. It was not fair.”

“…It is all right… I should not have taken advantage of you like that.” Vincent murmured, not able to look his friend in the eye.

“Ah, that is all right. Reno told me that you had a crush on me like ever and that it was most likely the only way for you to overcome your prudery and get out of the closet.” This was said with an utterly blank face, causing Reno to hit his forehead with his palm due to the insensitive bluntness of it all. Had he listened more intently he might have noticed the edge of fondness in these words however.

“… Excuse me?” Vincent slowly said, his expression becoming homicidal for a moment and the redhead was quite happy that he wasn´t in the room with him.

“Well, you are gay for me and you couldn´t tell me because I am stuck up and bitchy, so you had to get me drunk to lay with me.” Yazoo tilted his head, seemingly confused. “Is that not so?”

Vincent had to gather his wits again, before he replied, a small ironic smile gracing his features, “That is right, even though my choice of words would have been different. ‘Conceited’ suits you better.”

Yazoo´s lower lip pouted out a bit at that, but there was an amused twinkling in his eyes as well. “You seem to like that just fine.”

“I do,” Vincent admitted, leaning forward and taking the other´s hand. “And… how do you feel about that now?”

“…This might actually work…” Rufus declared, sushi role hanging forgotten between two chopsticks half way to his mouth.

“Told you so,” Reno grinned, snatching it with his own pair of chopsticks and chewing loudly as he leaned back to witness how Yazoo ‘told’ Vincent exactly how he felt with a long, tender kiss.

End.

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There it is, the end^^ I feel a bit sorry for Lucrecia, but well, payback´s a bitch (she just experienced what happened to Vincent in FFVII I guess). Overall this is a happy ending (Vincent has Yazoo, Yazoo has Vincent, Rufus has his models and free porn and Reno got sushi), I suppose, even though I am quite sure that there will be trials to overcome, but they will make it!

And very special thanks to PfenixB for all the fantastic betaing! *huggles*

Please tell me one last time what you thought of that? Was it a worthy ending? I would love to hear your opinion! *(^.~)*