Taming the Fates Amidst Chaos
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Adult ++
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382
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Chapter 8
'Internal thought'
'CHAOS SPEAKING'
~ (Time and/or story focus shift)
* * * * * (dream sequence/shift)
Chapter 8
Vincent rubbed his temples, trying to calm the headache that was slowly building. How could he have let things get so bad? Not only was he housing two of the most dangerous men in existence, he himself was breaking down and letting loose a being even more unstable than them. 'Perhaps returning to the stasis chamber would be for the best.' He doubled over as a sudden pain flared up in his chest and back. 'YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT DOING THAT AGAIN AND I SWEAR...'
The raven haired gunman growled, "What do you swear Chaos? What can you possibly take from me that hasn't already been stolen or killed?"
Silence was his only reply but he knew better than to relax his guard. The demon inside of him had slowly been growing more intelligent and subtle in his tricks. When Vincent had been thrown into the coffin by Hojo, Chaos had been little more than a bloodthirsty animal, growling and snarling with little vocabulary. It seemed the longer the gunman was out in the world, the smarter the demon got. He wondered how much longer he would be able to hold out against the creature that inhabited his very soul.
"You should get some rest my friend." Nanaki watched Vincent with growing concern. The gunman had not slept in the two days since Chaos revealed himself to Yazoo and had probably had very little sleep the week before that. "If you feel it necessary, I can cast Sleep on you so you won't have to worry about Chaos as you relax."
Vincent paused for a moment before nodding once. He knew he would be no good to anyone if he wore himself down by exhaustion. He cast a glance at the computer monitors, noting that the brothers were still sitting on opposite sides of the room. Things had changed all around and definitely not for the better. He wasn't entirely sure but it seemed the problem between the two Remnants had occurred on the same day that Chaos had momentarily broken loose.
The gunman knew that Loz had asked about what had happened but surprisingly Yazoo had not spoken on it. From the older brother's look of hurt and betrayal, he hadn't even spoken in the strange body language the two had. Vincent had felt guilty about the distance between the two and the next day had spoken to them of Lucrecia, avoiding his own relationship with the lovely scientist. He had hoped that finding out the truth of their origins would help bridge the gap that was slowly forming but it seemed to have pushed them even further apart. Yazoo had taken the news well, listening with rapt attention and seemed to try to accept the possibilities. Loz, however, had hotly denied the story to the point of ignoring the rest of the tale. This confused the ex Turk and he decided to avoid the tense atmosphere. Perhaps the lack of his presence would allow the two Remnants to talk openly.
"You are right Nanaki. It would do me no good to meet with the others tomorrow only to fall over asleep."
The fire wolf gave a laugh, "Yuffie would probably kidnap you and bind you in pink ribbons if she had her way about it."
Vincent merely gave a pained groan before heading up the stairs to his bedroom.
~
Yazoo sat with his knees to his chest, eyes closed but wasn't really concentrating on anything. A lot had happened in the five days since they had been brought to this place and he was finally taking the time to sift through it all. The past two days had been particularly puzzling. He glanced across the room, noting the anger that was still on his brother's face. A mental sigh ran through him as he closed his eyes once more. If there was one thing Loz was good at aside from fighting, it was holding a grudge.
After Vincent had brought him back from the shower, Yazoo had been reluctant to speak. His older brother had been understanding, after all, there had been times when the marksman went nearly a month without even their unique body language. Then, as the day progressed, Loz had begun to give him strange looks. Yazoo hadn't taken much notice, too lost in his own thoughts, but when the looks became more frequent he recognized the emotions displayed. Worry, anger, hurt, and betrayal were the most prominent. Why though? When he had finally taken the time to ask, the older man had merely grunted and turned away.
Then Vincent had returned the next day, calmly telling them about a woman that could be their true mother. Yazoo had been stunned but the story made sense. After all, the woman's voice he heard was definitely not Mother's, though it hurt to think that the voice the three of them had loved was wrong. Once again, Loz had surprised him with the amount of hatred he had displayed. Where was the playful brother who always managed to work the smallest of smirks out of him? Something seemed familiar in all of this and it tickled at the edges of Yazoo's mind but he just couldn't grasp it.
He uncurled from the bed, tugging at the long sleeves of his fitted, black turtleneck. The marksman stood and quietly walked to his brother's side, noting that while the older man was looking toward the ceiling, he didn't appear to actually be focused. Yazoo recognized the signs of deep thought and wondered what could have Loz so deeply distracted that he hadn't moved an inch. The fighter was always tense an fidgety, unable to hold still for more than five minutes, and yet he had been laying like this for well over an hour.
"Loz?"
The older Remnant jerked at the sound, clearly surprised. When the man turned his gaze, Yazoo was confused by the change in his brother's eyes. Instead of the normal, softly lit blue-green, they were a brilliant green, glowing with force. "Loz? Your eyes..."
Loz simply held up a finger, glancing at the speakers before looking at his younger brother. The long haired man caught the message and shook his head, he would have heard the electric whine if they were on, "They aren't listening."
"It's true isn't it? What you actually told Valentine that day? You...you can't hear her anymore?"
Yazoo's eyes widened, "You mean..."
"Mother is calling."
~
Green. His world was liquid and green. His dark eyes opened further, looking beyond the green haze. There was another world outside the glass, one far more terrifying. He would be safe if he stayed in the green fluid for the rest of eternity. A light tapping caused him to look a little further down. A small figure stood in front of his tube, long silver hair flowing down his back, making him think of a little angel. The boy smiled at him, placing a hand on the glass. He reached forward to press his own hand against the inside of the barrier but paused when he saw his arm. Metal claws bent and shifted as he quickly drew back and turned away from the boy, he didn't want the angel to see any more of the monster in him.
* * * * *
He was strapped to a familiar, cold steel table, the only covering being his metal arm. "And how are we doing today, Mr. Valentine?"
The grating voice, so smug and condescending, made a part of him want to leap off of the table and rip his throat out. And yet another part of him wanted to cower in fear and beg to be returned to his cage, the Mako tube, anything but be on this table again. He despised that side of him, the side that was growing stronger with each passing day under the care of the madman. Four years he had been here, four agonizing years that he had slowly been losing himself to the tormentor.
A cold needle was shoved into his arm, the familiar burn of pure Mako making him want to scream as his nerves were lit on fire. He remained silent however, any protest would have been futile and admission to the pain served to fuel the doctor. A laugh echoed in the room, and Vincent dared to glance toward the sound. Professor Hojo leaned over a tray filled with various implements and tools, seeming to ponder the first course of action. "Such a good little monster. You are finally starting to learn your place, Vincent. Perhaps soon your training will be complete. Then we will just have to wait for the right time."
The gunman waited as the Professor rambled on, refusing to let the fear of unknown torture eat his composure. A light sweat had broken on his pale skin as the Mako burned through his system. A light tapping sound came from outside the room and Vincent darted a curious glance to the source. Scarlet eyes widened as a flash of silver came through the tinted window. Once again, a small hand was splayed on the window, as though the angelic figure wanted to reach out to him. "Ah I see my son Sephiroth has gotten curious about you."
Vincent didn't know if it was possible but his eyes grew even wider. His son? That would mean he was Lucrecia's son! The gunman quickly turned his face away, he didn't deserve to look at the boy. It was his fault that the child's mother was dead. There was a chuckle and he saw Hojo walking towards him with a strange silver circular piece, a thick band with a small spike on the inside. "Since you will one day be the boy's guard dog, I though it might be nice to give you a collar."
He felt his head lifted off of the table and the cold metal brushed his skin. As the collar was closed, the pain of the spike entering the back of his neck caused Vincent to cry out before his world went black.
* * * * *
Compassion and empathy filled the blue-green eyes that seemed suspended in front of him. The silver hair framing that soft gaze made Vincent think of the angelic child but as he felt the light caress on his cheek, he found himself in front of Yazoo again, the young Remnant pinned to the tiled wall. The gunman closed his eyes and leaned into the touch but was interrupted by a hard laugh. When he opened his eyes, he found himself looking at the man Sephiroth had become, cold, terrifying, and completely tainted by the madness of Hojo and Jenova. "The puppets will be mine, Vincent Valentine, and so shall you," Scarlet eyes widened as the soft chime of metal echoed in his mind. In Sephiroth's hand was a gleaming metal collar. "My pet."
~
"NEVER!" Vincent shot awake, sitting among sweat soaked sheets. The soft sunlight of early dawn lit the room as he raised a shaking hand and ran it through his hair. 'It's going to be a long day.'
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flupp
I really really like this, awesome story!!! please update soon
Frizz: Glad you're liking it!
XQueenDecadenceX
Oh my god this story is amazing so far. I love how you've kept everything in character too--Vincent and his own inner conflicts especially.
I can't wait for the next chapter, all that innuendo and the scene with Yazoo in the last chapter (7) was FANTASTIC. XD;
Update soon!
Frizz: As I've said before, I love knowing that I still keep them in character so thanks for letting me know that. I was worried that I had overdone the innuendo and all but it was too much fun to pass up.
Anonymous Sister of the Author
please update soon!!!!!!
ASOTA
Frizz: Is this soon enough?
Ainaloth
You tease!! XP ...but I still love it! XD
You can be sure I'll follow this fic until the last chapter! *_*
Frizz: *grins* And its so much fun to be a tease. I will be happy to see what you have to say whenever I do finally finish this. Funny thing is I thought it would be done by Chapter 7...now maybe 15...maybe?
Kuragari
well I'm glad it founds it's way out... this was very good! I love how Vincent's almost confused by Yazoo's understanding about chaos. LOVED IT! as always! wonderful job inserting a little emotion with the song as well, and I liked the lyrics... very fitting for her. Can't wait for the next chapter! HOPE IT'S SOON! ^^
Frizz: The lyrics were tough. Took me forever but I wanted to make it emotional without being too sappy. Glad it worked out. And the Vincent/Yazoo interaction will only get better as we go along!
'CHAOS SPEAKING'
~ (Time and/or story focus shift)
* * * * * (dream sequence/shift)
Chapter 8
Vincent rubbed his temples, trying to calm the headache that was slowly building. How could he have let things get so bad? Not only was he housing two of the most dangerous men in existence, he himself was breaking down and letting loose a being even more unstable than them. 'Perhaps returning to the stasis chamber would be for the best.' He doubled over as a sudden pain flared up in his chest and back. 'YOU EVEN THINK ABOUT DOING THAT AGAIN AND I SWEAR...'
The raven haired gunman growled, "What do you swear Chaos? What can you possibly take from me that hasn't already been stolen or killed?"
Silence was his only reply but he knew better than to relax his guard. The demon inside of him had slowly been growing more intelligent and subtle in his tricks. When Vincent had been thrown into the coffin by Hojo, Chaos had been little more than a bloodthirsty animal, growling and snarling with little vocabulary. It seemed the longer the gunman was out in the world, the smarter the demon got. He wondered how much longer he would be able to hold out against the creature that inhabited his very soul.
"You should get some rest my friend." Nanaki watched Vincent with growing concern. The gunman had not slept in the two days since Chaos revealed himself to Yazoo and had probably had very little sleep the week before that. "If you feel it necessary, I can cast Sleep on you so you won't have to worry about Chaos as you relax."
Vincent paused for a moment before nodding once. He knew he would be no good to anyone if he wore himself down by exhaustion. He cast a glance at the computer monitors, noting that the brothers were still sitting on opposite sides of the room. Things had changed all around and definitely not for the better. He wasn't entirely sure but it seemed the problem between the two Remnants had occurred on the same day that Chaos had momentarily broken loose.
The gunman knew that Loz had asked about what had happened but surprisingly Yazoo had not spoken on it. From the older brother's look of hurt and betrayal, he hadn't even spoken in the strange body language the two had. Vincent had felt guilty about the distance between the two and the next day had spoken to them of Lucrecia, avoiding his own relationship with the lovely scientist. He had hoped that finding out the truth of their origins would help bridge the gap that was slowly forming but it seemed to have pushed them even further apart. Yazoo had taken the news well, listening with rapt attention and seemed to try to accept the possibilities. Loz, however, had hotly denied the story to the point of ignoring the rest of the tale. This confused the ex Turk and he decided to avoid the tense atmosphere. Perhaps the lack of his presence would allow the two Remnants to talk openly.
"You are right Nanaki. It would do me no good to meet with the others tomorrow only to fall over asleep."
The fire wolf gave a laugh, "Yuffie would probably kidnap you and bind you in pink ribbons if she had her way about it."
Vincent merely gave a pained groan before heading up the stairs to his bedroom.
~
Yazoo sat with his knees to his chest, eyes closed but wasn't really concentrating on anything. A lot had happened in the five days since they had been brought to this place and he was finally taking the time to sift through it all. The past two days had been particularly puzzling. He glanced across the room, noting the anger that was still on his brother's face. A mental sigh ran through him as he closed his eyes once more. If there was one thing Loz was good at aside from fighting, it was holding a grudge.
After Vincent had brought him back from the shower, Yazoo had been reluctant to speak. His older brother had been understanding, after all, there had been times when the marksman went nearly a month without even their unique body language. Then, as the day progressed, Loz had begun to give him strange looks. Yazoo hadn't taken much notice, too lost in his own thoughts, but when the looks became more frequent he recognized the emotions displayed. Worry, anger, hurt, and betrayal were the most prominent. Why though? When he had finally taken the time to ask, the older man had merely grunted and turned away.
Then Vincent had returned the next day, calmly telling them about a woman that could be their true mother. Yazoo had been stunned but the story made sense. After all, the woman's voice he heard was definitely not Mother's, though it hurt to think that the voice the three of them had loved was wrong. Once again, Loz had surprised him with the amount of hatred he had displayed. Where was the playful brother who always managed to work the smallest of smirks out of him? Something seemed familiar in all of this and it tickled at the edges of Yazoo's mind but he just couldn't grasp it.
He uncurled from the bed, tugging at the long sleeves of his fitted, black turtleneck. The marksman stood and quietly walked to his brother's side, noting that while the older man was looking toward the ceiling, he didn't appear to actually be focused. Yazoo recognized the signs of deep thought and wondered what could have Loz so deeply distracted that he hadn't moved an inch. The fighter was always tense an fidgety, unable to hold still for more than five minutes, and yet he had been laying like this for well over an hour.
"Loz?"
The older Remnant jerked at the sound, clearly surprised. When the man turned his gaze, Yazoo was confused by the change in his brother's eyes. Instead of the normal, softly lit blue-green, they were a brilliant green, glowing with force. "Loz? Your eyes..."
Loz simply held up a finger, glancing at the speakers before looking at his younger brother. The long haired man caught the message and shook his head, he would have heard the electric whine if they were on, "They aren't listening."
"It's true isn't it? What you actually told Valentine that day? You...you can't hear her anymore?"
Yazoo's eyes widened, "You mean..."
"Mother is calling."
~
Green. His world was liquid and green. His dark eyes opened further, looking beyond the green haze. There was another world outside the glass, one far more terrifying. He would be safe if he stayed in the green fluid for the rest of eternity. A light tapping caused him to look a little further down. A small figure stood in front of his tube, long silver hair flowing down his back, making him think of a little angel. The boy smiled at him, placing a hand on the glass. He reached forward to press his own hand against the inside of the barrier but paused when he saw his arm. Metal claws bent and shifted as he quickly drew back and turned away from the boy, he didn't want the angel to see any more of the monster in him.
* * * * *
He was strapped to a familiar, cold steel table, the only covering being his metal arm. "And how are we doing today, Mr. Valentine?"
The grating voice, so smug and condescending, made a part of him want to leap off of the table and rip his throat out. And yet another part of him wanted to cower in fear and beg to be returned to his cage, the Mako tube, anything but be on this table again. He despised that side of him, the side that was growing stronger with each passing day under the care of the madman. Four years he had been here, four agonizing years that he had slowly been losing himself to the tormentor.
A cold needle was shoved into his arm, the familiar burn of pure Mako making him want to scream as his nerves were lit on fire. He remained silent however, any protest would have been futile and admission to the pain served to fuel the doctor. A laugh echoed in the room, and Vincent dared to glance toward the sound. Professor Hojo leaned over a tray filled with various implements and tools, seeming to ponder the first course of action. "Such a good little monster. You are finally starting to learn your place, Vincent. Perhaps soon your training will be complete. Then we will just have to wait for the right time."
The gunman waited as the Professor rambled on, refusing to let the fear of unknown torture eat his composure. A light sweat had broken on his pale skin as the Mako burned through his system. A light tapping sound came from outside the room and Vincent darted a curious glance to the source. Scarlet eyes widened as a flash of silver came through the tinted window. Once again, a small hand was splayed on the window, as though the angelic figure wanted to reach out to him. "Ah I see my son Sephiroth has gotten curious about you."
Vincent didn't know if it was possible but his eyes grew even wider. His son? That would mean he was Lucrecia's son! The gunman quickly turned his face away, he didn't deserve to look at the boy. It was his fault that the child's mother was dead. There was a chuckle and he saw Hojo walking towards him with a strange silver circular piece, a thick band with a small spike on the inside. "Since you will one day be the boy's guard dog, I though it might be nice to give you a collar."
He felt his head lifted off of the table and the cold metal brushed his skin. As the collar was closed, the pain of the spike entering the back of his neck caused Vincent to cry out before his world went black.
* * * * *
Compassion and empathy filled the blue-green eyes that seemed suspended in front of him. The silver hair framing that soft gaze made Vincent think of the angelic child but as he felt the light caress on his cheek, he found himself in front of Yazoo again, the young Remnant pinned to the tiled wall. The gunman closed his eyes and leaned into the touch but was interrupted by a hard laugh. When he opened his eyes, he found himself looking at the man Sephiroth had become, cold, terrifying, and completely tainted by the madness of Hojo and Jenova. "The puppets will be mine, Vincent Valentine, and so shall you," Scarlet eyes widened as the soft chime of metal echoed in his mind. In Sephiroth's hand was a gleaming metal collar. "My pet."
~
"NEVER!" Vincent shot awake, sitting among sweat soaked sheets. The soft sunlight of early dawn lit the room as he raised a shaking hand and ran it through his hair. 'It's going to be a long day.'
____________________________________________________________________________________
flupp
I really really like this, awesome story!!! please update soon
Frizz: Glad you're liking it!
XQueenDecadenceX
Oh my god this story is amazing so far. I love how you've kept everything in character too--Vincent and his own inner conflicts especially.
I can't wait for the next chapter, all that innuendo and the scene with Yazoo in the last chapter (7) was FANTASTIC. XD;
Update soon!
Frizz: As I've said before, I love knowing that I still keep them in character so thanks for letting me know that. I was worried that I had overdone the innuendo and all but it was too much fun to pass up.
Anonymous Sister of the Author
please update soon!!!!!!
ASOTA
Frizz: Is this soon enough?
Ainaloth
You tease!! XP ...but I still love it! XD
You can be sure I'll follow this fic until the last chapter! *_*
Frizz: *grins* And its so much fun to be a tease. I will be happy to see what you have to say whenever I do finally finish this. Funny thing is I thought it would be done by Chapter 7...now maybe 15...maybe?
Kuragari
well I'm glad it founds it's way out... this was very good! I love how Vincent's almost confused by Yazoo's understanding about chaos. LOVED IT! as always! wonderful job inserting a little emotion with the song as well, and I liked the lyrics... very fitting for her. Can't wait for the next chapter! HOPE IT'S SOON! ^^
Frizz: The lyrics were tough. Took me forever but I wanted to make it emotional without being too sappy. Glad it worked out. And the Vincent/Yazoo interaction will only get better as we go along!