Corpse in the Cupboard
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Final Fantasy VIII › Crossovers
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
26
Views:
805
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own any of the characters in this fiction. They remain the property of the makers of Final Fantasy VIII and VII. I do this for fun and entainment, not profit.
Chapter 15
***** CHAPTER 15 *****
An eerie silence had fallen over the Presidential Palace. Vincent walked quickly towards the President’s office, impatient to know why he had been summoned there. He belonged by Laguna’s side, not here verbally dueling with his rival. Kiros had demanded he come immediately, saying nothing about what he wanted or why the matter couldn’t wait. When he arrived at the door he flung it open and strode in, glaring at the man sitting behind the desk.
“Shut the door,” Kiros stated flatly, staring down the gunman without the slightest flinch. Vincent paused for a moment, considering his options before deciding to avoid a scene and shut the door.
“What do you want, Kiros?” he demanded as he approached the desk.
“I’ll get straight to the point. I want to show you what Laguna was watching when he had his heart attack. Then, I want you to answer some questions,” Kiros responded, his voice edged with anger. One of Vincent’s eyebrows went up in response to Kiros’ tone. The gunman reminded himself that he owed the man for saving Laguna’s life, so instead of shooting him, he sat down in the nearest chair and folded his arms across his chest.
A hundred different possibilities of what the video contained ran through Vincent’s mind. What appeared on the screen before him was none of them. In full colour, digital widescreen was Vincent, passionately screwing a beautiful young man’s brains out. His mouth fell open as he gawked at the screen like a madman. It was the Laguna look alike from the bar and the video had been recorded in the hotel room that he had woken up in. No, this couldn’t be happening. He had no memory of any of this. The tape stopped and Kiros was suddenly standing before him.
“Now, you are going to explain to me what you were doing fucking Laguna’s son and why Laguna was given a video of it,” Kiros hissed at him. Vincent couldn’t breathe. Laguna’s son? He had fucked Laguna’s son? Laguna had been given a video of it? What the hell was going on? He opened his mouth to speak but all that came out was a whimper before everything started to spin and the world went black.
**.**
“Oh, fucking wonderful,” Kiros muttered, staring at the gunman who had just passed out on the floor. So, that answered one of his questions. Vincent had obviously been unaware that the recording had been sent to the President. Kiros knelt down on the floor beside him and slapped his face, too pissed off to wait for the gunman to wake on his own. “Hey, wake the hell up!” he yelled. Vincent’s eyes fluttered open and the look he gave Kiros was full of pain and devastation. “We need to sort this out now and you need to answer my questions,” Kiros began as he helped the gunman sit up.
“I…I don’t remember any of that!” Vincent stuttered out, pointing a shaking hand at the television screen.
“What do you mean, you don’t remember?” Kiros asked incredulously. The gunman didn’t answer. He just kept staring at the camera with those eyes open so wide and full of shock. Kiros had never imagined the man could look so young and vulnerable. Oh, fuck. Why the hell did he feel sorry for him? “Ok, Vincent. Just calm down and tell me what you do remember,” he finally said. The gunman took a few deep breaths and then turned towards him.
“Laguna and I had dinner. He told me about……you.” Kiros flinched but the gunman ignored it and continued. “I was…..upset. I went to a bar to drink. After drinking two bottles of scotch, I moved to a booth at the back of the bar. Then that guy came up to me. I thought it was Laguna at first……,” he trailed off, his eyes moving to the blank screen once more. “Are you sure that’s Laguna’s son?” he asked.
“Yeah, it’s definitely him,” Kiros answered. “What happened after that?”
“I don’t remember anything after that. It’s all just……gone.” Vincent turned back to Kiros. “I swear I had no idea that was Laguna’s son and I have no memory at all of fucking him,” he whispered, his eyes pleading for belief. He was either telling the truth or he was the best actor the world had ever seen.
“Vincent, I do believe you. I know that Squall was the one who delivered it to Laguna. The security camera outside his office showed him dropping it off. I just have no idea why he would do such a thing.” Kiros sighed and looked away. He was well aware of the fact Squall had issues with his father in the beginning but he’d thought that Squall had gotten over his doubts and finally accepted Laguna as his father. He just didn’t understand what had happened.
“Laguna’s heart attack is my fault. He could have died because of me. You were right all along. I am dangerous to Laguna,” Vincent began muttering until Kiros interrupted him.
“No, Vincent. This is not all your fault,” he whispered, putting his hands on either side of the gunman’s face and looking into his eyes. “We are all responsible for what happened to Laguna. Me, you and Squall.” He released the gunman’s face and sat down beside him. “You’re not dangerous to Laguna. Gods, the man is so head over heels in love with you. Don’t you realize that? I’ve never seen him love anyone else the way he loves you.”
“He loves you too,” Vincent replied softly.
“Yeah, but it’s not the same,” he replied, turning back to Vincent and putting a hand on his shoulder. “Look, we need to sort this out before Laguna wakes up. How about you go back and sit with Laguna and I’ll track down Squall and find out what the hell his story is?”
“No. I want to be there when you talk to Squall,” Vincent said, his eyes flaring angrily.
“Ok, as long as you know that shooting him is not an option,” Kiros replied. The corner of Vincent’s mouth twitched upwards a fraction as he nodded in response. Wonderful. Having Vincent and Squall in the same room, wanting to kill one another was going to be interesting. Then again, if anyone could intimidate the Seed Commander, it would be Vincent.
An eerie silence had fallen over the Presidential Palace. Vincent walked quickly towards the President’s office, impatient to know why he had been summoned there. He belonged by Laguna’s side, not here verbally dueling with his rival. Kiros had demanded he come immediately, saying nothing about what he wanted or why the matter couldn’t wait. When he arrived at the door he flung it open and strode in, glaring at the man sitting behind the desk.
“Shut the door,” Kiros stated flatly, staring down the gunman without the slightest flinch. Vincent paused for a moment, considering his options before deciding to avoid a scene and shut the door.
“What do you want, Kiros?” he demanded as he approached the desk.
“I’ll get straight to the point. I want to show you what Laguna was watching when he had his heart attack. Then, I want you to answer some questions,” Kiros responded, his voice edged with anger. One of Vincent’s eyebrows went up in response to Kiros’ tone. The gunman reminded himself that he owed the man for saving Laguna’s life, so instead of shooting him, he sat down in the nearest chair and folded his arms across his chest.
A hundred different possibilities of what the video contained ran through Vincent’s mind. What appeared on the screen before him was none of them. In full colour, digital widescreen was Vincent, passionately screwing a beautiful young man’s brains out. His mouth fell open as he gawked at the screen like a madman. It was the Laguna look alike from the bar and the video had been recorded in the hotel room that he had woken up in. No, this couldn’t be happening. He had no memory of any of this. The tape stopped and Kiros was suddenly standing before him.
“Now, you are going to explain to me what you were doing fucking Laguna’s son and why Laguna was given a video of it,” Kiros hissed at him. Vincent couldn’t breathe. Laguna’s son? He had fucked Laguna’s son? Laguna had been given a video of it? What the hell was going on? He opened his mouth to speak but all that came out was a whimper before everything started to spin and the world went black.
**.**
“Oh, fucking wonderful,” Kiros muttered, staring at the gunman who had just passed out on the floor. So, that answered one of his questions. Vincent had obviously been unaware that the recording had been sent to the President. Kiros knelt down on the floor beside him and slapped his face, too pissed off to wait for the gunman to wake on his own. “Hey, wake the hell up!” he yelled. Vincent’s eyes fluttered open and the look he gave Kiros was full of pain and devastation. “We need to sort this out now and you need to answer my questions,” Kiros began as he helped the gunman sit up.
“I…I don’t remember any of that!” Vincent stuttered out, pointing a shaking hand at the television screen.
“What do you mean, you don’t remember?” Kiros asked incredulously. The gunman didn’t answer. He just kept staring at the camera with those eyes open so wide and full of shock. Kiros had never imagined the man could look so young and vulnerable. Oh, fuck. Why the hell did he feel sorry for him? “Ok, Vincent. Just calm down and tell me what you do remember,” he finally said. The gunman took a few deep breaths and then turned towards him.
“Laguna and I had dinner. He told me about……you.” Kiros flinched but the gunman ignored it and continued. “I was…..upset. I went to a bar to drink. After drinking two bottles of scotch, I moved to a booth at the back of the bar. Then that guy came up to me. I thought it was Laguna at first……,” he trailed off, his eyes moving to the blank screen once more. “Are you sure that’s Laguna’s son?” he asked.
“Yeah, it’s definitely him,” Kiros answered. “What happened after that?”
“I don’t remember anything after that. It’s all just……gone.” Vincent turned back to Kiros. “I swear I had no idea that was Laguna’s son and I have no memory at all of fucking him,” he whispered, his eyes pleading for belief. He was either telling the truth or he was the best actor the world had ever seen.
“Vincent, I do believe you. I know that Squall was the one who delivered it to Laguna. The security camera outside his office showed him dropping it off. I just have no idea why he would do such a thing.” Kiros sighed and looked away. He was well aware of the fact Squall had issues with his father in the beginning but he’d thought that Squall had gotten over his doubts and finally accepted Laguna as his father. He just didn’t understand what had happened.
“Laguna’s heart attack is my fault. He could have died because of me. You were right all along. I am dangerous to Laguna,” Vincent began muttering until Kiros interrupted him.
“No, Vincent. This is not all your fault,” he whispered, putting his hands on either side of the gunman’s face and looking into his eyes. “We are all responsible for what happened to Laguna. Me, you and Squall.” He released the gunman’s face and sat down beside him. “You’re not dangerous to Laguna. Gods, the man is so head over heels in love with you. Don’t you realize that? I’ve never seen him love anyone else the way he loves you.”
“He loves you too,” Vincent replied softly.
“Yeah, but it’s not the same,” he replied, turning back to Vincent and putting a hand on his shoulder. “Look, we need to sort this out before Laguna wakes up. How about you go back and sit with Laguna and I’ll track down Squall and find out what the hell his story is?”
“No. I want to be there when you talk to Squall,” Vincent said, his eyes flaring angrily.
“Ok, as long as you know that shooting him is not an option,” Kiros replied. The corner of Vincent’s mouth twitched upwards a fraction as he nodded in response. Wonderful. Having Vincent and Squall in the same room, wanting to kill one another was going to be interesting. Then again, if anyone could intimidate the Seed Commander, it would be Vincent.