Goodnight Kiss
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Final Fantasy VII › Het - Male/Female
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Final Fantasy VII › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
1,334
Reviews:
44
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.
Bleed
*If there is a God, It hates me…*
&&Recommended listening: Advent Children: “The Promised Land,” FF7: “Those Chosen by the Planet,” Dream Theater: “Space Dye Vest,” and of course, FF7: “Aerith’s Theme” &&
#########OKAY, IF YOU HAVEN’T PLAYED THROUGH DISC ONE OF FF7, PLEASE STOP HERE! This will be a HUGE spoiler for you!!! Granted, if you don’t already know what happens, I giggle at you and shake my head (PLAY the godamned game!!!), but it’s only fair to give warning. BIG. SPOILER. ALERT########
Goodnight Kiss
Chapter Nine
Bleed
Cloud didn’t hide the concern on his face as they rushed through the Forgotten Capitol of Ajit. He didn’t question why Vincent insisted he come along in his imposing silence, or care for that matter. There was no question about Tifa joining them either, her eyebrows knit with worry. It was expected for her at least, somehow becoming the most obvious best friend of Aerith as of late.
Cloud seemed to know the way, as if a piece of him had already walked the path before. They traveled for sixteen hours strait through a sleeping but dangerous forest and into an ancient, abandoned city full of mournful plants and broken conch dwellings, where exhaustion forced them to stop.
It was all Vincent could do to keep himself from pacing. He had no need for sleep, and he doubted anyone had better than fitful slumber at best anyway. Through the openings of one shabby shelter he spied a cigarette ember. The best they were doing were resting their aching muscles from such a long journey by foot. He was growing impatient as the three-hour mark ticked by.
His trained ears heard someone making sudden, clumsy movements about then. Scrambling… then Cloud pounced out of his chosen dwelling, half dressed and almost completely equipped, looking alarmed. He was struggling to get himself situated as quickly as he could while rushing out into the night.
“What is it?” a half-groggy Tifa inquired, following the flustered ex-SOLDIER out into the night.
“He’s here.”
There was no doubt in his voice, and only raw fear for his dear friend at the very least shining off of his sharp Mako eyes. Sephiroth was here. Vincent’s cold heart skipped a dark beat. Her vision. It was coming true. Lucrecia’s son would be here for a single intent, and one alone. It only took a moment to load his rifle—a heavy .12 gauge, ready to blow the head off of anyone stupid enough to put any part of Vincent Valentine on the line. A pivotal sort of erred logic of course, but it didn’t take long to decide who he’d rather have dead.
They rushed into the city, fending off dozens of monsters that Sephiroth had attracted in his wake. Vincent and Tifa fell behind while Cloud managed to squeeze ahead into an intact and strangely alive conch shell house in the center of the dead metropolis, pale and rank with loneliness from the moonlight, save the horrors crawling out from every dark corner possible. Vincent battered his way there, impatient to follow.
A spiral staircase. A glittering pool. A marble alter. There she was, kneeled in graceful prayer to an unknown force or deity. She was an angel among high heaven, seeking the salvation of the people she loved, the people she hated (though Vincent doubted she had much of a capability towards hate…) and people she didn’t even know in quiet solace upon this alter of isolation. Cloud was clutching his sword in agony before her, fighting a nameless but familiar command. He swung at her precious head…
“CLOUD!!” Vincent roared, bolting forward. He hadn’t raised his voice since before his reentry into the world, and it felt strange, but there was no time for new and old experiences to clash. He had the safety off in a hair of a second, getting ready to shoot Cloud in the head too, if he had to.
Cloud jerked away, shaking. “What are you making me do?!”
A shadow from above…
Vincent could never forget what happened next. It would be forever burned into his soul just as Lucrecia’s death had been. A brand of pain, loss and eternal sorrow.
It was Sephiroth. He did a swan dive from the shell houses above, performed a graceful somersault and plunged towards Aerith, masamune poised to murder. Vincent took aim on reflex and fired.
And then…
For the first time in his life…
Vincent Valentine missed his target.
Sephiroth slaughtered Aerith perfectly; morbidly; horribly. The blade cut into her heart and she froze, pain burning in her eyes, her last breath parting her lips ever so slightly, and her hands dropped to her sides as they went cold. There wasn’t even that much blood, he had done it so cleanly… so inhumanly.
Vincent was as frozen to the spot as Cloud was. Tifa had fallen to her knees, covering her mouth in horror. Sephiroth yanked the blade out unmercifully, kicking Aerith’s body off of it as if it were mere garbage filthying his weapon.
“AERITH!” Cloud screamed, rushing forward to catch her lifeless corpse. He broke the spell. Vincent finally remembered to take a breath despite the crushing pressure in his chest. Tifa began to sob. Death… she already smelled of death. “This… this can’t be real!”
Sephiroth’s oath of the Promised Land meant nothing to Vincent. His body mirrored Cloud’s wailing—his fingers were tingling, his mouth was dry, his eyes were burning! Aerith had been the only one that could see through the monster that he was and into the man that he still might have been… and she too had been ripped away.. just like Lucrecia, under the assumption that it was of her own will.
Vincent barely noticed that Sephiroth had manifested Jenova and fled. “I know what lies beyond the snowfields…” he had comforted coldly. Cloud poured his hate and hurt into a furious attack. Tifa had scrambled to her feet, letting out a similar cry of fury as she snapped her arm back to deliver a bone-shattering blow to the abomination with her fist.
Vincent stood over Aerith’s body, bound to the spot. Her hair was splayed everywhere because her ribbon had been ripped loose. Blood was beginning to soak her dress and spill down the stairs. She was cold. A sweet embrace and a whisper of comfort she could provide no longer. And he… he could do nothing. A new emptiness consumed him… a new voice of malice … a new demon…
The tingle in his fingers grew into a throbbing numb which spread quickly throughout his nervous system. There was a sharp seize in his muscles and senses, then he lost all motor control. Vincent fell backwards, towards the Lifestream rich lake beneath them and allowed the voice of violence, anger and hatred consume him.
I demand a sacrifice…!!!
A vague pain and tearing sensation… it was all a blur of loss and hurt and resentment…
Red wings snapped open before Vincent could hit the water, a new killer crawling out from beneath his skin. The water rippled in protest beneath him and sprayed its discontent at being disturbed as Vincent shot upwards, Vincent no longer.
Chaos howled a sinister death warrant and sunk its teeth and claws into disgustingly familiar alien flesh. Jenova reeled as Chaos tore a limb clear off, black blood oozing from the tainted wound.
Tifa backed off immediately, and Cloud was forced to as well after Chaos showed no distinguishing care between friend and foe. It wasn’t long before Jenova was squirming pieces that were unable to regenerate.
“Vincent…” Tifa pleaded at him, begging him to stop this terrible massacre. It was over. There was no need anymore. The demon’s glare snapped up to her sad, muscular figure. Abandoning its unfulfilling meal, it clawed its way to the martial artist, eager for real and warm blood.
It’s okay… Tifa was thinking as she stubbornly planted her feet, looking at her bruised and dirty knees as she cradled a wound on her other arm tighter to her body. If blood is what you need to fill that emptiness that she left… then take me. She looked up at the onslaught bravely with sorrowful, bloodshot brown eyes and a dirty, tear-stained face. “If it would ease our pain just a little…” she whispered.
“Tifa!!!!” Cloud cried out in warning.
Chaos clawed out for a deathblow, but melted away back into Vincent a spit second before it could be dealt. He hit the floor hard at her feet, collapsing into a pile of tattered red, blood and the barest hint of tears. The trauma made him shudder visibly, so unsure he was… was it a dream…? Was it a nightmare and would he wake up in his coffin for the millionth time, reaching out for a love he could just never have… for a girl in pink that he had just dreamed up in his longing for Lucrecia? Was it a true void, or was it exhaustion that filled his soul? Too much sleep… not enough hate… I shall return… the demon whispered.
“Vincent…” Tifa whispered in a hurt but jaded shock.
“She’s gone…” he choked almost inaudibly into a cold puddle of tainted Lifestream and blood on the marble stairs. “She’s gone…”
End Chapter Nine
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&&Recommended listening: Advent Children: “The Promised Land,” FF7: “Those Chosen by the Planet,” Dream Theater: “Space Dye Vest,” and of course, FF7: “Aerith’s Theme” &&
#########OKAY, IF YOU HAVEN’T PLAYED THROUGH DISC ONE OF FF7, PLEASE STOP HERE! This will be a HUGE spoiler for you!!! Granted, if you don’t already know what happens, I giggle at you and shake my head (PLAY the godamned game!!!), but it’s only fair to give warning. BIG. SPOILER. ALERT########
Goodnight Kiss
Chapter Nine
Bleed
Cloud didn’t hide the concern on his face as they rushed through the Forgotten Capitol of Ajit. He didn’t question why Vincent insisted he come along in his imposing silence, or care for that matter. There was no question about Tifa joining them either, her eyebrows knit with worry. It was expected for her at least, somehow becoming the most obvious best friend of Aerith as of late.
Cloud seemed to know the way, as if a piece of him had already walked the path before. They traveled for sixteen hours strait through a sleeping but dangerous forest and into an ancient, abandoned city full of mournful plants and broken conch dwellings, where exhaustion forced them to stop.
It was all Vincent could do to keep himself from pacing. He had no need for sleep, and he doubted anyone had better than fitful slumber at best anyway. Through the openings of one shabby shelter he spied a cigarette ember. The best they were doing were resting their aching muscles from such a long journey by foot. He was growing impatient as the three-hour mark ticked by.
His trained ears heard someone making sudden, clumsy movements about then. Scrambling… then Cloud pounced out of his chosen dwelling, half dressed and almost completely equipped, looking alarmed. He was struggling to get himself situated as quickly as he could while rushing out into the night.
“What is it?” a half-groggy Tifa inquired, following the flustered ex-SOLDIER out into the night.
“He’s here.”
There was no doubt in his voice, and only raw fear for his dear friend at the very least shining off of his sharp Mako eyes. Sephiroth was here. Vincent’s cold heart skipped a dark beat. Her vision. It was coming true. Lucrecia’s son would be here for a single intent, and one alone. It only took a moment to load his rifle—a heavy .12 gauge, ready to blow the head off of anyone stupid enough to put any part of Vincent Valentine on the line. A pivotal sort of erred logic of course, but it didn’t take long to decide who he’d rather have dead.
They rushed into the city, fending off dozens of monsters that Sephiroth had attracted in his wake. Vincent and Tifa fell behind while Cloud managed to squeeze ahead into an intact and strangely alive conch shell house in the center of the dead metropolis, pale and rank with loneliness from the moonlight, save the horrors crawling out from every dark corner possible. Vincent battered his way there, impatient to follow.
A spiral staircase. A glittering pool. A marble alter. There she was, kneeled in graceful prayer to an unknown force or deity. She was an angel among high heaven, seeking the salvation of the people she loved, the people she hated (though Vincent doubted she had much of a capability towards hate…) and people she didn’t even know in quiet solace upon this alter of isolation. Cloud was clutching his sword in agony before her, fighting a nameless but familiar command. He swung at her precious head…
“CLOUD!!” Vincent roared, bolting forward. He hadn’t raised his voice since before his reentry into the world, and it felt strange, but there was no time for new and old experiences to clash. He had the safety off in a hair of a second, getting ready to shoot Cloud in the head too, if he had to.
Cloud jerked away, shaking. “What are you making me do?!”
A shadow from above…
Vincent could never forget what happened next. It would be forever burned into his soul just as Lucrecia’s death had been. A brand of pain, loss and eternal sorrow.
It was Sephiroth. He did a swan dive from the shell houses above, performed a graceful somersault and plunged towards Aerith, masamune poised to murder. Vincent took aim on reflex and fired.
And then…
For the first time in his life…
Vincent Valentine missed his target.
Sephiroth slaughtered Aerith perfectly; morbidly; horribly. The blade cut into her heart and she froze, pain burning in her eyes, her last breath parting her lips ever so slightly, and her hands dropped to her sides as they went cold. There wasn’t even that much blood, he had done it so cleanly… so inhumanly.
Vincent was as frozen to the spot as Cloud was. Tifa had fallen to her knees, covering her mouth in horror. Sephiroth yanked the blade out unmercifully, kicking Aerith’s body off of it as if it were mere garbage filthying his weapon.
“AERITH!” Cloud screamed, rushing forward to catch her lifeless corpse. He broke the spell. Vincent finally remembered to take a breath despite the crushing pressure in his chest. Tifa began to sob. Death… she already smelled of death. “This… this can’t be real!”
Sephiroth’s oath of the Promised Land meant nothing to Vincent. His body mirrored Cloud’s wailing—his fingers were tingling, his mouth was dry, his eyes were burning! Aerith had been the only one that could see through the monster that he was and into the man that he still might have been… and she too had been ripped away.. just like Lucrecia, under the assumption that it was of her own will.
Vincent barely noticed that Sephiroth had manifested Jenova and fled. “I know what lies beyond the snowfields…” he had comforted coldly. Cloud poured his hate and hurt into a furious attack. Tifa had scrambled to her feet, letting out a similar cry of fury as she snapped her arm back to deliver a bone-shattering blow to the abomination with her fist.
Vincent stood over Aerith’s body, bound to the spot. Her hair was splayed everywhere because her ribbon had been ripped loose. Blood was beginning to soak her dress and spill down the stairs. She was cold. A sweet embrace and a whisper of comfort she could provide no longer. And he… he could do nothing. A new emptiness consumed him… a new voice of malice … a new demon…
The tingle in his fingers grew into a throbbing numb which spread quickly throughout his nervous system. There was a sharp seize in his muscles and senses, then he lost all motor control. Vincent fell backwards, towards the Lifestream rich lake beneath them and allowed the voice of violence, anger and hatred consume him.
I demand a sacrifice…!!!
A vague pain and tearing sensation… it was all a blur of loss and hurt and resentment…
Red wings snapped open before Vincent could hit the water, a new killer crawling out from beneath his skin. The water rippled in protest beneath him and sprayed its discontent at being disturbed as Vincent shot upwards, Vincent no longer.
Chaos howled a sinister death warrant and sunk its teeth and claws into disgustingly familiar alien flesh. Jenova reeled as Chaos tore a limb clear off, black blood oozing from the tainted wound.
Tifa backed off immediately, and Cloud was forced to as well after Chaos showed no distinguishing care between friend and foe. It wasn’t long before Jenova was squirming pieces that were unable to regenerate.
“Vincent…” Tifa pleaded at him, begging him to stop this terrible massacre. It was over. There was no need anymore. The demon’s glare snapped up to her sad, muscular figure. Abandoning its unfulfilling meal, it clawed its way to the martial artist, eager for real and warm blood.
It’s okay… Tifa was thinking as she stubbornly planted her feet, looking at her bruised and dirty knees as she cradled a wound on her other arm tighter to her body. If blood is what you need to fill that emptiness that she left… then take me. She looked up at the onslaught bravely with sorrowful, bloodshot brown eyes and a dirty, tear-stained face. “If it would ease our pain just a little…” she whispered.
“Tifa!!!!” Cloud cried out in warning.
Chaos clawed out for a deathblow, but melted away back into Vincent a spit second before it could be dealt. He hit the floor hard at her feet, collapsing into a pile of tattered red, blood and the barest hint of tears. The trauma made him shudder visibly, so unsure he was… was it a dream…? Was it a nightmare and would he wake up in his coffin for the millionth time, reaching out for a love he could just never have… for a girl in pink that he had just dreamed up in his longing for Lucrecia? Was it a true void, or was it exhaustion that filled his soul? Too much sleep… not enough hate… I shall return… the demon whispered.
“Vincent…” Tifa whispered in a hurt but jaded shock.
“She’s gone…” he choked almost inaudibly into a cold puddle of tainted Lifestream and blood on the marble stairs. “She’s gone…”
End Chapter Nine
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