Inner Demons
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Final Fantasy VII › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,175
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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.
Inner Demons
Inner Demons
A FFVII Fanfic by Kissy-Chan
Kiss-claimer: I own nothing FFVII. I also don’t own a Super Famicon, a dog, or a Venus Gospel.
AN: The relationship Vincent has with Yuffie is gonna be obvious, but the one they both have with Cid is a little harder to define…this fic has no inclinations towards being either a secondary Valewind or Ciffie, but Cid and Vincent’s relationship comes rather close to being shonen-ai. It isn’t, but it does resemble it. :) Let’s just say the trio are the best of friends and leave it at that, ne? All things will be explained by story’s end.
Know what I noticed? It seems that Vincent’s sexuality/passion/desire is governed by the demons within…neat little storytelling plot device, eh?
1 Chaos
Were you aware? I suppose you wouldn’t have been…the night we were caught out in the elements, by Gaia’s Cliff. Neither of you would have known anything, at the end.
We were separated from Cloud, and from Avalanche, during a biting-cold ice storm. I couldn’t see, I couldn’t hear—not even with my superior senses. I was disoriented, and a bit frightened. We could have holed up in some cave, or made a lean-to of sticks and branches to keep the wind out, and the heat in. My hubris kept me going, and bade me walk when you both staggered in my wake.
I wasn’t aware of the peril, until you fell in your traces. I rushed to you—of course. I got to you a heartbeat after him. He was dying. He panted. He bled. His face wore his disgust of me like a caul. He cradled your lifeless body, tried to warm it even when there was no body heat for him to spare. He wrapped himself around you, and Chaos wanted to tear his throat out and bathe me in his blood.
“Vince…we gotta find somewhere to go! She’s gonna die if she stays out here! Are ya listenin’ ta me?” he had said.
I cast about for a hole in the rock face, a dead tree, even a carcass that we could stow you in, so you wouldn’t succumb to the elements. “I hear you. There is nothing,” I had said.
You both sat there on the frozen hardpan, and slowly froze to death. A capillary burst in your face, and the blood that ran from you froze on your lip.
You died, inch by inch, before me. You both did. I silenced my inner demons the best I knew how, and crouched next to you. I wrapped my cloak around your bodies, and gave you what little body heat I could offer.
He dropped his head on my shoulder, and Galian sang. The demon blazed in my soul, and I had more heat to spare you both. You wrapped your arms around him under his flight jacket, to better utilize what meager heat he gave you, and Galian almost goaded me into tearing you to ribbons. I squashed the urge.
I sat myself on the snow-covered ground, and pulled you both close. You were so cold. I wanted so badly to keep you both from harm, but my demons argued with one another—jealous, capricious things they are. Galian wanted me to push you aside and cradle him, and Chaos wanted to keep you safe but spill his blood onto the snowy outcropping. Gigas, as always, screeched LUCRECIA! LUCRECIA! LUCRECIA! in my mind. And Hellmasker—he wanted nothing more than to kill, and kill, and kill. I tried to close my mind to them, and held you both.
“Hurts…” he had said. Galian sobbed and mewled and begged me to save him.
“I…I’m so cold,” you had said. Chaos roared and gobbled and demanded I save you.
They argued—oh, my demons argued.
…save him…save the pretty man…he has your heart…you love the pretty man…let him live…
‘No! It isn’t like that! He is my friend…’
NO! LET THE MALE DIE! THE FEMALE—SAVE THAT! VINCENT CAN BREED WITH IT! VINCENT LOVES THE FEMALE TOO!
‘No! It isn’t like that, either! She is…she is my…
**Lucrecia will know what to do, Vincent. Leave these slabs of meat to the carrion animals, and go to her…Lucrecia can save you, and mend what is fractured in you…**
‘No! She can’t do that!’
Kill them kill them kill them both save yourself kill kill KILL…
‘No! I cannot! I will NOT!’
My demons screeched and raved and carped in my head. I wish I didn’t listen.
I looked down at him, after arguing with my demons for what seemed an eternity. His head had rolled off my chest, and lolled on his shoulder. I touched his throat. No pulse. He was so cold. His eyes were dusty marbles, and his face was blue in death. Galian shrieked and threatened to erupt. I held it back.
I felt Chaos writhe under my skin as I looked at your dead body. You bled before you died. Your corpse stared at me so accusingly, as if to say, ‘You did nothing, Vincent. You let me die. You let us BOTH die. MURDERER.’
Gigas wanted nothing more than to break away from my control and find Lucrecia. I stopped him.
Hellmasker capered and gamboled and cackled as he beheld your bodies, and it was a near thing, but it was all I could do to keep him from bursting free and wreaking havoc.
Instead of listening to the demons, I sat there with your corpses and shrieked.
And despite all I could do to keep them at bay, they erupted from me, and I knew nothing after that.
O-O-O-O-O
Wooooo…cliffhanger-y! Tune in for the next chapter, coming soon!
A FFVII Fanfic by Kissy-Chan
Kiss-claimer: I own nothing FFVII. I also don’t own a Super Famicon, a dog, or a Venus Gospel.
AN: The relationship Vincent has with Yuffie is gonna be obvious, but the one they both have with Cid is a little harder to define…this fic has no inclinations towards being either a secondary Valewind or Ciffie, but Cid and Vincent’s relationship comes rather close to being shonen-ai. It isn’t, but it does resemble it. :) Let’s just say the trio are the best of friends and leave it at that, ne? All things will be explained by story’s end.
Know what I noticed? It seems that Vincent’s sexuality/passion/desire is governed by the demons within…neat little storytelling plot device, eh?
1 Chaos
Were you aware? I suppose you wouldn’t have been…the night we were caught out in the elements, by Gaia’s Cliff. Neither of you would have known anything, at the end.
We were separated from Cloud, and from Avalanche, during a biting-cold ice storm. I couldn’t see, I couldn’t hear—not even with my superior senses. I was disoriented, and a bit frightened. We could have holed up in some cave, or made a lean-to of sticks and branches to keep the wind out, and the heat in. My hubris kept me going, and bade me walk when you both staggered in my wake.
I wasn’t aware of the peril, until you fell in your traces. I rushed to you—of course. I got to you a heartbeat after him. He was dying. He panted. He bled. His face wore his disgust of me like a caul. He cradled your lifeless body, tried to warm it even when there was no body heat for him to spare. He wrapped himself around you, and Chaos wanted to tear his throat out and bathe me in his blood.
“Vince…we gotta find somewhere to go! She’s gonna die if she stays out here! Are ya listenin’ ta me?” he had said.
I cast about for a hole in the rock face, a dead tree, even a carcass that we could stow you in, so you wouldn’t succumb to the elements. “I hear you. There is nothing,” I had said.
You both sat there on the frozen hardpan, and slowly froze to death. A capillary burst in your face, and the blood that ran from you froze on your lip.
You died, inch by inch, before me. You both did. I silenced my inner demons the best I knew how, and crouched next to you. I wrapped my cloak around your bodies, and gave you what little body heat I could offer.
He dropped his head on my shoulder, and Galian sang. The demon blazed in my soul, and I had more heat to spare you both. You wrapped your arms around him under his flight jacket, to better utilize what meager heat he gave you, and Galian almost goaded me into tearing you to ribbons. I squashed the urge.
I sat myself on the snow-covered ground, and pulled you both close. You were so cold. I wanted so badly to keep you both from harm, but my demons argued with one another—jealous, capricious things they are. Galian wanted me to push you aside and cradle him, and Chaos wanted to keep you safe but spill his blood onto the snowy outcropping. Gigas, as always, screeched LUCRECIA! LUCRECIA! LUCRECIA! in my mind. And Hellmasker—he wanted nothing more than to kill, and kill, and kill. I tried to close my mind to them, and held you both.
“Hurts…” he had said. Galian sobbed and mewled and begged me to save him.
“I…I’m so cold,” you had said. Chaos roared and gobbled and demanded I save you.
They argued—oh, my demons argued.
…save him…save the pretty man…he has your heart…you love the pretty man…let him live…
‘No! It isn’t like that! He is my friend…’
NO! LET THE MALE DIE! THE FEMALE—SAVE THAT! VINCENT CAN BREED WITH IT! VINCENT LOVES THE FEMALE TOO!
‘No! It isn’t like that, either! She is…she is my…
**Lucrecia will know what to do, Vincent. Leave these slabs of meat to the carrion animals, and go to her…Lucrecia can save you, and mend what is fractured in you…**
‘No! She can’t do that!’
Kill them kill them kill them both save yourself kill kill KILL…
‘No! I cannot! I will NOT!’
My demons screeched and raved and carped in my head. I wish I didn’t listen.
I looked down at him, after arguing with my demons for what seemed an eternity. His head had rolled off my chest, and lolled on his shoulder. I touched his throat. No pulse. He was so cold. His eyes were dusty marbles, and his face was blue in death. Galian shrieked and threatened to erupt. I held it back.
I felt Chaos writhe under my skin as I looked at your dead body. You bled before you died. Your corpse stared at me so accusingly, as if to say, ‘You did nothing, Vincent. You let me die. You let us BOTH die. MURDERER.’
Gigas wanted nothing more than to break away from my control and find Lucrecia. I stopped him.
Hellmasker capered and gamboled and cackled as he beheld your bodies, and it was a near thing, but it was all I could do to keep him from bursting free and wreaking havoc.
Instead of listening to the demons, I sat there with your corpses and shrieked.
And despite all I could do to keep them at bay, they erupted from me, and I knew nothing after that.
O-O-O-O-O
Wooooo…cliffhanger-y! Tune in for the next chapter, coming soon!