Corpse in the Cupboard
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Category:
Final Fantasy VIII › Crossovers
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
26
Views:
809
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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 19
***** CHAPTER 19 *****
Vincent could only feel pain. His whole body burned with it and his mind screamed in response. He blindly ran up the stairs to the roof of the hospital, trying to contain the awakening demon until he reached it. He felt the blackness begin to swirl around him as he burst through the door and fell to his knees. He opened his lips to scream but no sound escaped as Chaos overtook him.
**.**
Kiros ran after Vincent with every thing he had. His leg muscles were burning, his breath failing but he didn’t stop. Vincent was like a man possessed, dashing up the stairs completely unaware of Kiros calling out behind him. Kiros saw a black mist begin to swirl around the gunman as he reached the roof top door and flung himself through it. He followed a few seconds later, running through the open door and nearly crashing into a huge pair of black wings. Skidding to a halt he stared at the demon before him. It had its back towards him and he froze in fear, having no idea what the hell he should do.
A gust of wind blew across the roof, slamming the door shut behind him with a loud bang and making Kiros yelp in surprise. The demon spun around in a blur of movement and Kiros was suddenly slammed into the wall beside the door, face to face with it’s yellow eyes. The creature wasn’t touching him, but it was so close that Kiros could feel it’s breath on his skin. He closed his eyes, too terrified to keep them open. So this was how he was going to die. He hoped it would be quick. He heard movement in front of him and tensed in expectation. Then there was nothing. The seconds became minutes and still nothing. Kiros slowly opened his eyes to find himself alone on the roof. The relief that washed over him was so powerful, his legs gave way and he slid bonelessly down the wall.
**.**
It was past midnight when Kiros entered his room. He’d sat on the roof, staring at the night sky for hours in the vain hope that Vincent would return. Eventually, he’d given up and after checking in on a sleeping Laguna, decided that there was nothing else he could do.
Squall had phoned when he was walking back and they’d both agreed that tomorrow they would start telling Laguna about what he’d forgotten. The last two weeks wouldn’t be part of the conversation until they were sure that the President was strong enough to handle it. Whether Vincent would be part of this or not would be up to the gunman whenever he came back. Kiros hoped he would agree to be there too. He knew this was incredibly painful for Vincent but he really believed that if the two spent time together, Laguna would remember him.
Kiros headed straight to the bedroom, flopping down on the bed with a sigh and closing his eyes. An hour later, he was startled from his sleep by a loud thump that came from his bedroom balcony. He opened the doors to find Vincent huddled in a ball against the railing.
“Vincent? Vincent, can you hear me?” The gunman groaned in response and slowly opened his eyes. “Good to have you back,” Kiros added with a smile. “Come on, it’s freezing out here. Let me help you inside.” He helped Vincent to the bed and sat beside him, grabbing the blanket and tucking it around the gunman.
“Kiros,” Vincent whispered. Kiros stopped his mothering to look down at the gunman’s face. Tears ran down his pale cheeks and his eyes held so much pain that it hurt to look at them. He wished there was something more he could do for him. Kiros pulled the gunman up into his arms and Vincent folded into him with no resistance.
“It’s gonna be ok Vincent. The doctors said that Laguna could get his memory back at any time. Even if he doesn’t, he fell in love with you once and I’m sure he will again. You can’t lose hope now,” Kiros murmured into the gunman’s ear, as he rubbed his back soothingly.
“Why are you helping me?” Vincent whispered into his shoulder.
“Because Laguna loves you, even if he doesn’t remember right now and you made him happier than I’ve ever seen him. He deserves to be happy and so do you,” Kiros replied.
“Thank you,” Vincent answered softly, pulling back to look at him intently. Laguna was one lucky man in his opinion because even after crying, Vincent was beautiful. A lonely tear escaped and began its journey down the gunman’s cheek and Kiros reached forward and wiped it gently away. Vincent’s eyes closed and he leaned into the touch, sighing sadly. Kiros swallowed nervously, uncomfortable with the sudden intimacy. Despite his good intentions, his whole body was flooded with desire. He wouldn’t act on those urges though. Vincent was so vulnerable now and he needed support not another lover. It would be a lot easier if the guy wasn’t so damn irresistible. Vincent’s eyes opened again and Kiros felt his face blush deeply. Gods, he really had to put some space between himself and the gunman now.
“Chaos has developed quite a fondness for you,” Vincent said, a little smile playing at the corner of his lips. “I’m beginning to understand why.” Kiros tried to form a response but his brain refused to comply. He simply sat there, his face flaming and his eyes staring. Vincent reached out his hand and ran a finger gently over one of Kiros’ blushing cheeks before sighing and lying back on the bed, pulling the other man with him. Kiros closed his eyes, settling his head against Vincent’s chest and letting the sound of his heartbeat sooth his nerves and hypnotize him into slumber.
Vincent could only feel pain. His whole body burned with it and his mind screamed in response. He blindly ran up the stairs to the roof of the hospital, trying to contain the awakening demon until he reached it. He felt the blackness begin to swirl around him as he burst through the door and fell to his knees. He opened his lips to scream but no sound escaped as Chaos overtook him.
**.**
Kiros ran after Vincent with every thing he had. His leg muscles were burning, his breath failing but he didn’t stop. Vincent was like a man possessed, dashing up the stairs completely unaware of Kiros calling out behind him. Kiros saw a black mist begin to swirl around the gunman as he reached the roof top door and flung himself through it. He followed a few seconds later, running through the open door and nearly crashing into a huge pair of black wings. Skidding to a halt he stared at the demon before him. It had its back towards him and he froze in fear, having no idea what the hell he should do.
A gust of wind blew across the roof, slamming the door shut behind him with a loud bang and making Kiros yelp in surprise. The demon spun around in a blur of movement and Kiros was suddenly slammed into the wall beside the door, face to face with it’s yellow eyes. The creature wasn’t touching him, but it was so close that Kiros could feel it’s breath on his skin. He closed his eyes, too terrified to keep them open. So this was how he was going to die. He hoped it would be quick. He heard movement in front of him and tensed in expectation. Then there was nothing. The seconds became minutes and still nothing. Kiros slowly opened his eyes to find himself alone on the roof. The relief that washed over him was so powerful, his legs gave way and he slid bonelessly down the wall.
**.**
It was past midnight when Kiros entered his room. He’d sat on the roof, staring at the night sky for hours in the vain hope that Vincent would return. Eventually, he’d given up and after checking in on a sleeping Laguna, decided that there was nothing else he could do.
Squall had phoned when he was walking back and they’d both agreed that tomorrow they would start telling Laguna about what he’d forgotten. The last two weeks wouldn’t be part of the conversation until they were sure that the President was strong enough to handle it. Whether Vincent would be part of this or not would be up to the gunman whenever he came back. Kiros hoped he would agree to be there too. He knew this was incredibly painful for Vincent but he really believed that if the two spent time together, Laguna would remember him.
Kiros headed straight to the bedroom, flopping down on the bed with a sigh and closing his eyes. An hour later, he was startled from his sleep by a loud thump that came from his bedroom balcony. He opened the doors to find Vincent huddled in a ball against the railing.
“Vincent? Vincent, can you hear me?” The gunman groaned in response and slowly opened his eyes. “Good to have you back,” Kiros added with a smile. “Come on, it’s freezing out here. Let me help you inside.” He helped Vincent to the bed and sat beside him, grabbing the blanket and tucking it around the gunman.
“Kiros,” Vincent whispered. Kiros stopped his mothering to look down at the gunman’s face. Tears ran down his pale cheeks and his eyes held so much pain that it hurt to look at them. He wished there was something more he could do for him. Kiros pulled the gunman up into his arms and Vincent folded into him with no resistance.
“It’s gonna be ok Vincent. The doctors said that Laguna could get his memory back at any time. Even if he doesn’t, he fell in love with you once and I’m sure he will again. You can’t lose hope now,” Kiros murmured into the gunman’s ear, as he rubbed his back soothingly.
“Why are you helping me?” Vincent whispered into his shoulder.
“Because Laguna loves you, even if he doesn’t remember right now and you made him happier than I’ve ever seen him. He deserves to be happy and so do you,” Kiros replied.
“Thank you,” Vincent answered softly, pulling back to look at him intently. Laguna was one lucky man in his opinion because even after crying, Vincent was beautiful. A lonely tear escaped and began its journey down the gunman’s cheek and Kiros reached forward and wiped it gently away. Vincent’s eyes closed and he leaned into the touch, sighing sadly. Kiros swallowed nervously, uncomfortable with the sudden intimacy. Despite his good intentions, his whole body was flooded with desire. He wouldn’t act on those urges though. Vincent was so vulnerable now and he needed support not another lover. It would be a lot easier if the guy wasn’t so damn irresistible. Vincent’s eyes opened again and Kiros felt his face blush deeply. Gods, he really had to put some space between himself and the gunman now.
“Chaos has developed quite a fondness for you,” Vincent said, a little smile playing at the corner of his lips. “I’m beginning to understand why.” Kiros tried to form a response but his brain refused to comply. He simply sat there, his face flaming and his eyes staring. Vincent reached out his hand and ran a finger gently over one of Kiros’ blushing cheeks before sighing and lying back on the bed, pulling the other man with him. Kiros closed his eyes, settling his head against Vincent’s chest and letting the sound of his heartbeat sooth his nerves and hypnotize him into slumber.