Bloody valentine
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,000
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 1
Ch.1
Barret frowned, slamming his metallic hand into the old oaken door once more. No movement came from the rest of the people, nor the door. The thing was locked, and no force would open it. Sighing he walked to the library, frowning once more over his shoulder. “Damn! Fucking thing won’t budge! Yo spiky, you sure about that room?”
Cloud frowned, lowering the crumpled notebook before he looked up at Barret. “According to this…someone is in there…and I do believe he could help…” He looked across the room to where Tifa stood, reading another notebook. “These all seem to be books from Hojo…”
Tifa shivered, sighing. “I don’t see how Anything could be alive in this place…these records are all at least 40 years old!”
Cloud held the tattered notebook to Tifa before he turned, walking to the door. “Barret…did you keep that key I handed you earlier?” Seeing him rummage through his pocket, Cloud held his own hand out to take the key from Barret. “I think I know what this is for…” Takng the key, Cloud slid it into the key-hole.With a click, the lock yielded to the key.
Gripping the hilt of his blade, Cloud nodded to the others, before slowly opening the door. Stagnant air rushed from the cracked door, causing Cloud to turn away, coughing. Barret managed to enter first, gun arm raised in anticipation of an attack, but seeing the only thing in the room, besides himself, moving being spider webs, he lowered the arm, sighing. “Aint nuthin here but…ah…a-are…are these…c-c-coffins?”
Sure enough, as Tifa entered the room she gasped, looking around, startled. It was full of nothing but coffins, and bones. Cloud entered soon after Tifa, frowning as he looked around. It was right as He had described it in the book. Coffins littered the room, but one in the center was almost new in design. It was less dusty than the rest as well. As the others inspected the other coffins, Cloud slowly walked towards the center-most one. Barret though managed to reach the center-most coffin first.
Barret sighed as he sat on the coffin lid, snuffing. “Damn! Nuthin livin in here! Not even a-” Barret’s eyes widened as he jumped from the coffin lid. His gun arm was raised, aimed at the coffin lid. His arm was trembling as he stared at the lid in fear. “It…it moved!”
Tifa rolled her eyes as she walked towards the coffin, placing a hand on it with a soft ‘Thunk’. “Barret, it’s a coffin…Nothing inside of it is living.” Tifa managed to finish, before a soft ‘thunk’ answered her own from inside of the coffin, causing the lid to move slightly. Pale as a ghost, Tifa moved her, now trembling hand from the lid, slowly backing from it. “It…it moved…”
Cloud inched slowly closer towards the lid. His bastard sword was drawn and held at ready, but still fear filled the room as thick as the stagnant air had moments ago. Placing his hand on the lid, Cloud put a bit of muscle into his push, causing the lid to shift ever so slightly, before it flew off of it’s own accord. There was a blur of movement and grace from inside of the coffin. A figure draped in black and crimson easily flipped from inside of the coffin, to land balanced nimbly on the edge of the head board, arm outstretched with an ancient-looking firearm held steady, aiming at Barret. Barret had jumped at the person’s appearance, and as for the appearance of the weapon, his own was raised for defense, though his own aim was hardly that of this strange person’s unnaturally steady hand.
Cloud could not take his eyes from the pale beauty that stood before him. It was the one described in Sephiroth’s journal. His hair was wild, like his clothing, though it all carried an almost groomed appearance. It was almost like it was his intension to appear as dangerously beautiful as he did. His eyes were just as animalistic as his hair and clothing, though they were also as cold and collected as his aim and mannerism. He made no attempt to move, nor to speak. His eyes were the only things besides, Barret and Tifa’s trembling hands, to move as they scanned the room slowly, mechanically.
His red eyes were old, though vibrant, burning with a fire that seemed eternal. His breathing was calm and stable as his stare. Even his thin, pale lips, were straight and unyielding. His skin was almost without hue, a ghastly color of one not having seen sun in years. Though he was sadly beautiful. His body was muscular in a thin way. And his armor, that golden metal dressing his arm, his feet, it was different, but nothing about him was Not different.
Cloud went to speak, but as those crimson eyes locked onto Cloud’s own mako glistened blue eyes, his voice caught in his throat. Cloud could not help but fall into those eyes, his desire burning now more than ever for this person. It was this man who spoke first, and took even Tifa’s breath away. His voice was dark though it carried a seductive tone. It wasn’t forced, but natural. Deep and soft, that voice sent chills up even Barret’s spine, and almost caused Cloud’s knees to quake.
“Why have you woken me from my slumber?”
Such soft, subtle words were so sweet to Cloud’s ears. He almost went weak at the knees. Never could he remember a time having been left in this state. “You…you’re name is v-Vincent Valentine…Correct?” Seeing Vincent nod slowly he gulped his heart back down into his throat. “We are here fallowing Sephiroth’s path.” He couldn’t help but let his lips curve slightly as he saw Vincent’s eye twitch. He knew Sephiroth, and this would help their cause, so he thought.
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Yah, the journal was just an introductory. Oh, and Luna, Everyone and everythign is goign to rape him, just have patience. RnR people!
Barret frowned, slamming his metallic hand into the old oaken door once more. No movement came from the rest of the people, nor the door. The thing was locked, and no force would open it. Sighing he walked to the library, frowning once more over his shoulder. “Damn! Fucking thing won’t budge! Yo spiky, you sure about that room?”
Cloud frowned, lowering the crumpled notebook before he looked up at Barret. “According to this…someone is in there…and I do believe he could help…” He looked across the room to where Tifa stood, reading another notebook. “These all seem to be books from Hojo…”
Tifa shivered, sighing. “I don’t see how Anything could be alive in this place…these records are all at least 40 years old!”
Cloud held the tattered notebook to Tifa before he turned, walking to the door. “Barret…did you keep that key I handed you earlier?” Seeing him rummage through his pocket, Cloud held his own hand out to take the key from Barret. “I think I know what this is for…” Takng the key, Cloud slid it into the key-hole.With a click, the lock yielded to the key.
Gripping the hilt of his blade, Cloud nodded to the others, before slowly opening the door. Stagnant air rushed from the cracked door, causing Cloud to turn away, coughing. Barret managed to enter first, gun arm raised in anticipation of an attack, but seeing the only thing in the room, besides himself, moving being spider webs, he lowered the arm, sighing. “Aint nuthin here but…ah…a-are…are these…c-c-coffins?”
Sure enough, as Tifa entered the room she gasped, looking around, startled. It was full of nothing but coffins, and bones. Cloud entered soon after Tifa, frowning as he looked around. It was right as He had described it in the book. Coffins littered the room, but one in the center was almost new in design. It was less dusty than the rest as well. As the others inspected the other coffins, Cloud slowly walked towards the center-most one. Barret though managed to reach the center-most coffin first.
Barret sighed as he sat on the coffin lid, snuffing. “Damn! Nuthin livin in here! Not even a-” Barret’s eyes widened as he jumped from the coffin lid. His gun arm was raised, aimed at the coffin lid. His arm was trembling as he stared at the lid in fear. “It…it moved!”
Tifa rolled her eyes as she walked towards the coffin, placing a hand on it with a soft ‘Thunk’. “Barret, it’s a coffin…Nothing inside of it is living.” Tifa managed to finish, before a soft ‘thunk’ answered her own from inside of the coffin, causing the lid to move slightly. Pale as a ghost, Tifa moved her, now trembling hand from the lid, slowly backing from it. “It…it moved…”
Cloud inched slowly closer towards the lid. His bastard sword was drawn and held at ready, but still fear filled the room as thick as the stagnant air had moments ago. Placing his hand on the lid, Cloud put a bit of muscle into his push, causing the lid to shift ever so slightly, before it flew off of it’s own accord. There was a blur of movement and grace from inside of the coffin. A figure draped in black and crimson easily flipped from inside of the coffin, to land balanced nimbly on the edge of the head board, arm outstretched with an ancient-looking firearm held steady, aiming at Barret. Barret had jumped at the person’s appearance, and as for the appearance of the weapon, his own was raised for defense, though his own aim was hardly that of this strange person’s unnaturally steady hand.
Cloud could not take his eyes from the pale beauty that stood before him. It was the one described in Sephiroth’s journal. His hair was wild, like his clothing, though it all carried an almost groomed appearance. It was almost like it was his intension to appear as dangerously beautiful as he did. His eyes were just as animalistic as his hair and clothing, though they were also as cold and collected as his aim and mannerism. He made no attempt to move, nor to speak. His eyes were the only things besides, Barret and Tifa’s trembling hands, to move as they scanned the room slowly, mechanically.
His red eyes were old, though vibrant, burning with a fire that seemed eternal. His breathing was calm and stable as his stare. Even his thin, pale lips, were straight and unyielding. His skin was almost without hue, a ghastly color of one not having seen sun in years. Though he was sadly beautiful. His body was muscular in a thin way. And his armor, that golden metal dressing his arm, his feet, it was different, but nothing about him was Not different.
Cloud went to speak, but as those crimson eyes locked onto Cloud’s own mako glistened blue eyes, his voice caught in his throat. Cloud could not help but fall into those eyes, his desire burning now more than ever for this person. It was this man who spoke first, and took even Tifa’s breath away. His voice was dark though it carried a seductive tone. It wasn’t forced, but natural. Deep and soft, that voice sent chills up even Barret’s spine, and almost caused Cloud’s knees to quake.
“Why have you woken me from my slumber?”
Such soft, subtle words were so sweet to Cloud’s ears. He almost went weak at the knees. Never could he remember a time having been left in this state. “You…you’re name is v-Vincent Valentine…Correct?” Seeing Vincent nod slowly he gulped his heart back down into his throat. “We are here fallowing Sephiroth’s path.” He couldn’t help but let his lips curve slightly as he saw Vincent’s eye twitch. He knew Sephiroth, and this would help their cause, so he thought.
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Yah, the journal was just an introductory. Oh, and Luna, Everyone and everythign is goign to rape him, just have patience. RnR people!