Corpse in the Cupboard
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Category:
Final Fantasy VIII › Crossovers
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
26
Views:
796
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 6
*****Chapter 6*****
A flash of red was all Kiros saw before he found himself flat on his back with a three barreled gun in his face. He glared up at the zombie who stared impassively back at him.
“Nice to meet you too, Kiros,” the man stated flatly.
“Gods, please stop!” Laguna’s voice pleaded, as he ran up to them. “Kiros, Vincent is not a threat.” Kiros turned his gaze onto Laguna. This was all wrong. It wasn’t suppose to happen like this. Laguna was going to be his, not this….Vincent’s. The pain in his chest was unbearable. He didn’t want to face this. He’d waited too long, taken for granted what he should of claimed as his years ago. Now it was too late and he’d missed his chance with Laguna. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying desperately to regain his composure.
“Get the fuck off me,” Kiros growled.
When there was no reply and the man on top of him didn’t move, Kiros slowly opened his eyes. The look on Vincent’s face stole his breath away. He knew! This stranger knew that he loved Laguna. The look of empathy and understanding on his face was overwhelming. Kiros felt like he was going to throw up.
*****
This was a nightmare. Laguna had no other way to describe it. Of all the ways he thought Kiros would react to the surprise of Vincent being here, he’d never imagined that his friend would try to shoot him. When he’d first turned to look at Kiros, he had expected the shock and anger on his face. It was the pain he hadn’t been ready for. At first he hadn’t recognized it, but now that Vincent had him pinned down, he could see it clearly. Why pain?
“Vincent, please let him go,” Laguna said softly as he knelt down beside them. As Vincent released him and stood back, Kiros sat up, staring forlornly at his hands.
“Kiros, I don’t understand. Why…..?”
“There’s nothing to understand. My apologies for my over reaction. I think it’s better if I wait on the air ship,” Kiros muttered as he quickly stood and hurried away. Laguna was left staring after him, completely bewildered at his reaction.
*****
The flight back to Estar was awkward, to say the least. The crew of the Ragnorak were shocked at the sight of Vincent and openly stared at him. He was relieved when Laguna lead him to his private quarters on board. As soon as the door was closed, the president fell against him, wrapping his arms around his waist and sighing heavily. Vincent returned the embrace, resting his head against his lovers hair and breathing in Laguna’s scent, as his mind raced through what had happened.
They had not encountered Kiros when they boarded the air ship and his continued absence had made it clear that, for the time being, he was avoiding them. Laguna’s distress over the whole situation was only added to by the fact that he had no idea of the real reasons behind his friend’s reaction. Vincent knew he could ease some of that distress by telling the president about Kiros’ feelings for him, but the mere thought of speaking those words made his inner demons flare with anger. Laguna was his. Telling him that his best friend, the man the president had relied on and spent the last 20 or more years with, was in love with him would jeopardize everything they had found together. The guilt Vincent felt for leaving Laguna in the dark would be ignored. Guilt he could live with. Losing the man in his arms, he could not. If the past had taught him anything, it was clear that doing what most would consider the right thing, would leave him alone and he couldn’t bear that again. This time would be different. This time he would fight for his love. This time he would win.
A flash of red was all Kiros saw before he found himself flat on his back with a three barreled gun in his face. He glared up at the zombie who stared impassively back at him.
“Nice to meet you too, Kiros,” the man stated flatly.
“Gods, please stop!” Laguna’s voice pleaded, as he ran up to them. “Kiros, Vincent is not a threat.” Kiros turned his gaze onto Laguna. This was all wrong. It wasn’t suppose to happen like this. Laguna was going to be his, not this….Vincent’s. The pain in his chest was unbearable. He didn’t want to face this. He’d waited too long, taken for granted what he should of claimed as his years ago. Now it was too late and he’d missed his chance with Laguna. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying desperately to regain his composure.
“Get the fuck off me,” Kiros growled.
When there was no reply and the man on top of him didn’t move, Kiros slowly opened his eyes. The look on Vincent’s face stole his breath away. He knew! This stranger knew that he loved Laguna. The look of empathy and understanding on his face was overwhelming. Kiros felt like he was going to throw up.
*****
This was a nightmare. Laguna had no other way to describe it. Of all the ways he thought Kiros would react to the surprise of Vincent being here, he’d never imagined that his friend would try to shoot him. When he’d first turned to look at Kiros, he had expected the shock and anger on his face. It was the pain he hadn’t been ready for. At first he hadn’t recognized it, but now that Vincent had him pinned down, he could see it clearly. Why pain?
“Vincent, please let him go,” Laguna said softly as he knelt down beside them. As Vincent released him and stood back, Kiros sat up, staring forlornly at his hands.
“Kiros, I don’t understand. Why…..?”
“There’s nothing to understand. My apologies for my over reaction. I think it’s better if I wait on the air ship,” Kiros muttered as he quickly stood and hurried away. Laguna was left staring after him, completely bewildered at his reaction.
*****
The flight back to Estar was awkward, to say the least. The crew of the Ragnorak were shocked at the sight of Vincent and openly stared at him. He was relieved when Laguna lead him to his private quarters on board. As soon as the door was closed, the president fell against him, wrapping his arms around his waist and sighing heavily. Vincent returned the embrace, resting his head against his lovers hair and breathing in Laguna’s scent, as his mind raced through what had happened.
They had not encountered Kiros when they boarded the air ship and his continued absence had made it clear that, for the time being, he was avoiding them. Laguna’s distress over the whole situation was only added to by the fact that he had no idea of the real reasons behind his friend’s reaction. Vincent knew he could ease some of that distress by telling the president about Kiros’ feelings for him, but the mere thought of speaking those words made his inner demons flare with anger. Laguna was his. Telling him that his best friend, the man the president had relied on and spent the last 20 or more years with, was in love with him would jeopardize everything they had found together. The guilt Vincent felt for leaving Laguna in the dark would be ignored. Guilt he could live with. Losing the man in his arms, he could not. If the past had taught him anything, it was clear that doing what most would consider the right thing, would leave him alone and he couldn’t bear that again. This time would be different. This time he would fight for his love. This time he would win.