#[ like I have noticed you doing Things with your glove Tseng…. I see you. and at a later time I am going to … sit and listen to what’s ]

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[thinkaboutmeff7au]

flash time 116

(1997. continuation from 115)

Welp. I got caught, didn't I? So Tseng of the Turks brought me to his office.

I don't really think it's "his office", though. There's no personal anything here, and it's really empty and clean. I've heard rumors that Tseng likes his privacy, and often doesn't really want to be found. So, I guess it checks out that he would use a loaner office.

Rude, another Turk, is here too. He's watching the door.

"2nd-class Strife," Tseng begins, terse as ever. "I would like you to explain why you were around the Turks break room at oh-nine-hundred hours."

I fidget in my lap. "It was a mistake, sir," I reply. "I was following a group to training, and I, ah...I think I got behind the wrong group somewhere...t-took a wrong turn behind someone with more clearance than me..."

"I see," he says. "Why did you stay to eavesdrop, then? You could have simply asked for directions."

Fuck, why didn't I do that? Well, too late for that now. I figure my best bet is to just be honest. That's what Mom would tell me, anyway. My hands are starting to sweat beneath my gloves. "Sir, I...I..."

Tseng waits patiently. My mouth is stuck. "I-I'm from Nieblheim, sir," I blurt out. My accent twangs and I hate it, but it'll sell this whole pathetic thing. "I-it's a hick town, you learn to listen to everything, 'cuz everyone's in each other's pockets..."

My anxiety is making me want to cry, and I swallow it back. If a Turk knows you have sensitive information, they'll just kill you. Who knows if what I heard is sensitive enough...

Luckily for my sake, Tseng finds this amusing. "Well, I don't think I need to tell you not to get yourself mixed up in this again," he says. "But I should inform you that a piece of information regarding 1st-class Rhapsodos is somewhat classified. Can you tell me what it was?"

And a quiz? Give me a break! I wrack my brain. "Uh...was it...n-not the marijuana thing, uh...was it...he's adopted?"

He seems disappointed, as if he was maybe hoping that I had not heard that bit. "Yes, that. Please do not discuss it with anyone else outside of this office. As I mentioned to my colleagues, Rhapsodos himself is not privy to this information. He was adopted at birth, so he truly has no idea. As far as we know, this has been a very well kept secret. It's impressive that Shotgun was able to dig it up at all."

He folds his hands on the desk. "To ensure your compliance in this matter, you will be under mild surveillance. You share a close relationship with 1st-class Fair, and..." He tilts his head. "He doesn't seem the type to keep his lips sealed."

I swallow hard. "R-right."

"If all goes well, you will hardly notice," Tseng says, as if he's trying to reassure me. I'm not reassured in the slightest. But, I'm also not getting fired. "You're dismissed. Rude, please escort him out."

"Th-thank you, sir."

I nearly trip as I get up from the chair, and I follow Rude outside. To my surprise, Zack is there waiting for me. "Yo!" he exclaims, and I jump out of my skin. "Everything cool? What did Tseng want?"

"N-nothing," I say on instinct. "Just...got lost today..."

He rubs my back as he pushes past Rude and guides me out to the elevator, completely oblivious of him. "You okay? You're a mess right now, I can tell."

"I'll tell you when we get home," I say, and glance back at Rude. He gives me a warning look from beneath his sunglasses, but he doesn't protest. Just the basics. Got it.

"If anyone gives you a hard time, they've got me to answer to, all right?" he says, puffing out his chest a bit. "I'll tussle with Tseng, he looks like he could use a little tusslin'."

"Fair," Rude warns.

"I'm joking! Really!"

My boyfriend, who has terminal foot in mouth disease, laughs to himself, while I shrink into his side on the elevator ride down. Times like these I could really use a cigarette...

(C.)

[tiifalockhart]

First Love

Pairing: Tseng x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death, fighting, stalking, alludes to depression and moral consequences

Word Count: 2k

A/N: hi friends, I’m posting two things this fine morning in preparation for my disappearance this weekend. I figured I would write something about Tseng since he’s become my comfort character lately. I hope you enjoy!! feedback is always appreciated

Ao3 || Masterlist

From the moment the two of you first met, you couldn't really help but find how insanely attractive Tseng is. His eyes, his nose, his lips, his structure, his hair, the way he carries himself? You felt you could pass out on the spot from the way he looked at you.

The first time you two met, it was mostly a simple mistake. He didn't mean to become distracted by you in the Sector 5 slums. Tseng accidentally bumped into you while following Aerith. He had been quite a distance away from her, so she hadn't noticed and managed to disappear from his sight. Giving up on it, he turned towards you, readying himself to apologize before realizing you had disappeared. He looked around in confusion, before looking down, seeing you kneeled down in front of him and picking up bread that had fallen out of your basket.

He raised his brows in surprise, kneeling down next to you to help. "I apologize, I'm afraid didn't see you." Tseng murmured, placing the bread back in the basket.

You smiled weakly. "Oh... No worries, I'll just go home and bake some more bread..." You reassured, not looking at him. Once you fixed the basket and placed all the spoiled bread back in it, you stood and finally looked up at him.

Your eyes widened slightly once your gazes met. He looked so smooth, so professional and neat... He was very attractive. Embarrassment flooded your features as you looked down, staring at the basket in your hand. "I apologize for getting in your way." You stated awkwardly.

Tseng furrowed his brows in confusion, tilting his hand to the side. "I should be the one apologizing." He corrected with a soft chuckle. His voice was so nice to listen to. "You are the one who ended up dropping your things. What was the basket for?" He questioned curiously.

"Oh... It was for the senior center. I figured I would do something nice for them since things have been rough around the slums lately." You explained, glancing up at him. There was a very slight glint of guilt in his eyes. "But don't worry! I have plenty of materials left over to make more, it's quite alright-"

Tseng shook his head, holding up a hand to stop you from continuing on with your excuses and apologies. You were rendered speechless at this, not only was it effective, but it was also very hot. "I'll take you home and bring you back so no one else can knock your bread out of your hand." He decided with a firm nod. You found it very kind from someone who seemed stoic.

"I suppose that will work, then." You answered with a smile, beginning to guide him back to your small home. "If I may ask... What are you doing around the slums? You seem like you belong up top." You remarked, snickering softly.

"I was... Visiting someone. It isn't often I come around the slums, unfortunately, I don't know my way." He lied easily, following you closely. "You said earlier that things are rough lately... How come?" Tseng questioned, mentally hitting himself for sounding like an interrogator.

You didn't seem to notice, simply shrugging. "One of the older men died recently, he was murdered. Someone claims he was assassinated by some guys from Shinra... She mentioned the Turks, but crime has been at an all-time high, so I doubt it." You explained simply, shrugging. Tseng let out a breath of relief when you finished speaking. He remembered the older male. Unfortunately, he got too close to Aerith, and that was an issue.

"That's unfortunate... I'm sorry to hear that." He responded smoothly, clasping his hands behind his back as he walked. "It's very kind of you to do something like this for them. I'm sure their loss is hard."

"I'm sure... I wanted to ease the pain in whatever way I could." You sighed, unlocking your door and letting him inside. "It isn't much, feel free to make yourself comfortable." You said as he entered, smiling and heading into the kitchen.

You couldn't take your mind off of him, even when he was physically there with you. Often times while he was speaking, your eyes would fall to his lips for half a second before returning back to his gaze. You hoped he didn't notice this, it was quite... Embarrassing to fall for someone so easily.

But of course, he noticed. He noticed everything about you within the span of only a couple of minutes. The way Tseng analyzed you and took note of every habit he could find somewhat amused him. You were shy, clearly infatuated with him, and also very trusting. He could ask anything from you, and you'd tell him the truth without missing a beat. This would be useful in the future, but for now, he would simply humor your infatuation.

At least, that was the plan. He hadn't realized it until you two were about to part, but he had also grown a liking for you. When you were saying your goodbyes, he felt a bit... Sad? Or maybe he was looking forward to the next time he was going to see you. The feeling was unfamiliar... But he did enjoy your presence, so he took it as a good thing.

You, however, dreaded your separation. You had grown to like him a lot. He listened very well, and he was very attractive and caring. It was probably a small crush you developed over the hour or two you had spent together, but you weren't really ready for him to go yet. Once he dropped you off at the senior center, you turned to him and smiled sadly. "It was nice meeting you. I don't think I ever caught your name." You pointed out awkwardly, tucking your hair behind your ear.

He raised his brows in surprise and confusion, before offering an easy smile. "My name is... Tseng." He introduced himself, furrowing his brows. "I don't tell anyone usually, so you're one of the few who know it." Tseng explained, a small smirk on his lips.

You nodded happily, returning the smile. "Your secret is safe with me." You responded in a joking tone.

After that, Tseng made it a goal to visit you once every two weeks. Mostly to keep tabs on what's been happening in Sector 5, but also to simply enjoy your presence and existence. He wouldn't admit it just yet, but he found your presence comforting. Something about excusing himself from work to come visit you was relaxing. Yes, he was using you for an informant without you knowing, but he also making sure you were okay. It was... Kinda romantic.

You never expected to see him again after your first meeting, it was unexpected when he showed up on your doorstep with some of Aerith's flowers. He was kind, romantic, and sweet, all while holding it under a stoic impression. You quickly fell in love with him, unable to control it as it felt inevitable. You often found yourself staring back at his lips whenever he was speaking, basically holding yourself back from kissing him right there. You could never tell anyone else that you were in love with a mystery man, they would never believe you, especially since his visits were so far apart. But every single visit, you would fall head over heels all over again, the two of you growing closer and closer.

Unfortunately, there was a point in time where he was missing for a while. After the bombing of Reactor One, he hadn't shown his face in the slums for a long time after that. It wasn't until about a full month later when he appeared again, this time he looked more exhausted and troubled.

You assumed this was because of the Sector 7 Plate falling. You wanted to ask, but were afraid that he might have lost friends or family in the tragedy, so you simply provided support. You were in the middle of cooking a meal for him when you noticed his distracted state. He seemed to just... Stare off with a troubled expression. Knowing that you wouldn't be able to get him to talk about it, you simply paused on your cooking and walked over, wrapping your arms around him from behind.

He flinched at first, surprised by the sudden touch, but he allowed it, relaxing from it and melting into it. A soft sigh left his lips, that single sound holding a lot of weight to it. You figured you should say something to ease the pain. "It might not be okay now... But one day, it will be." You whispered comfortingly, pressing your lips to his shoulder and looking up at him.

Tseng glanced back at you, noticing how hope gleamed in your eyes. The emotional burden of the plate falling was hard to deal with, but he couldn't imagine how it affected you. Yet, here you were, supporting him of all people. Slowly, he turned in your arms, cupping your cheeks and allowing a weak smile to form on his lips. "You're a blessing." He whispered as he wrapped his arms around you. The two of you embraced each other for a moment, your eyes closed as you enjoyed each other's warmth.

Finally, you pulled away to continue cooking, before feeling Tseng grab onto your hand and stop you. When you turned back to look at him, he seemed unsure as to why he did it as well. You opened your mouth to question him but instead, you felt his lips stop you. Once you processed what was happening, you felt your entire face turn red.

Tseng was... Kissing you?

You quickly pushed the confusion away and melted into the kiss, returning it happily as you reached up to cup his cheek. His skin was so soft, his touches gentle and barely there. He treated you like delicate porcelain glass, afraid that he might break you with the wrong touch.

Once the two of you pulled away, you kind of felt yourself lost in a trance. Feeling his gloved hand cup your cheek brought you back to reality to see his gentle gaze locked with yours. Both of you seemed to be rendered speechless, unsure of what to say, but in the end, it didn't matter. It was a comfortable silence as you returned back to cooking and Tseng waited patiently. Even when you two ate, you hardly spoke. Your hands brushed over each other slightly, before Tseng gently took yours into his, his thumbs brushing over your knuckles.

Finally, he had to leave. It was unfortunate. You truly wanted him to stay for longer, maybe even the night. You longed for more of his time and touches, you were tempted to ask him to stay, but you didn't. He would be back soon, wouldn't he?

As he left, your hands lingered on his, hesitantly pulling away as he left. You watched him walk off, an uneasy feeling on your chest. You didn't know when you would see him again, and that made you nervous. What if he never came back? Or... What if you were gone by the time he did? The future was uncertain, and you wished you could have answers now, but you'd simply rely on fate to bring you two back together.

For now, you knew that you were in love, and your motivation to continue on was the chance of seeing him again. You'd keep waiting on him, no matter how long it took.

[finalsegamangalover]

“Time is Precious” ( Rufus x Reader)

You couldn’t help but keep looking over at the note card that now rested beside your bedside table. Smiling a little at the comfort it brought just by its presence alone. The words written clearly in black ink, its intentions were even more heartfelt than you felt recently. A sense of darkness tried to overcome your thoughts but that note held you. Again you reread it for what seems like the hundredth time smiling inwardly. 

“Come by and visit, I��ve missed having a good chat with you like old times. I hope you’ll show tomorrow morning at 9am. Yours Truly, R.S.” 

You couldn’t believe it at first, even thought of it as a cruel joke at times but something inside you wanted to trust this note. Recently, you’ve heard that he became some hot shot President of a company god knows what. He was making it big in his life as did most people think; afterall he was charming and mysterious altogether. What would a guy like him see in me? I'm just someone beneath him or so you thought. 

Morning came and a knock was heard at your door roughly around 8am. You fixed yourself a little before approaching the door, opening it a bit nervously. No one you knew was coming around this early; you were greeted by a strangely tall man with long dark hair and gorgeous eyes. A nicely dressed man addressed you in such a velvety tone. 

“Hello?” you spoke. 

“Ah yes, Y/N?” he replied tilting his head slightly. 

“Yes..” you answered him crossing your arms over your chest to shield you from the chill. You couldn’t tell if it was the weather or his aura, it was kind of difficult. He cleared his throat, maintaining eye contact as he placed a gloved hand to his chest. 

“My name is Tseng, leader of the General Administrative Department Research from ShinRa Corp. I was wondering if you received an invitation recently by a man named Rufus.” He asked calmly. Your eyes widen a little. A Turk? 

“Y-yes..” you said kind of weakly. You were bewildered. He smiled slightly at your response but held up a hand to try to calm your weariness. 

“I’m here to take you to meet him. If you are ready let me know.” Tseng said cooly. You kept blinking a bit before nodding. 

“I’ll be back in a minute, thank you..” was all you said before closing the door. Oh god what were you thinking!? A turk member was here for you to see Rufus? Your best friend since childhood, Rufus?! THE RUFUS SHINRA HIMSELF!?!?!! 

As you tried to calm your senses you began to run up the stairs and quickly change. You grabbed your wallet and shoved it into your pocket before lacing up your shoes; styling your hair a bit whilst fixing any bumps in the fabric by smoothing them out. The last thing you did was placed on your favorite bracelet. You stopped for a brief second to admire the dainty object dangling along your wrist; along with it did you remember the memories it accompanied. To which also included a memory of why this gift was so special to you. This was the last object you received from him before he left for Midgar. That day was terrible, it felt like the world was crashing inwards when you heard Rufus had to leave. Rufus wasn’t exactly a people person but he always did take an interest into you; he’d always seemed amused and aspired altogether. Regardless of his popularity amongst your peers he always seemed to come to you and only you in most scenarios. You’d tell it like it is to him and he respected that aspect; something about having people know what they want made his heart skip a beat. It was a strong personality within his family so seeing in someone else kind of surprises Rufus. He literally loved that about you. In return all he could provide was to listen to you and he genuinely cared, whether it was to protect you from a local bully or for you to talk to him in private about your family life. He always seemed to understand and sympathize with you no matter the situation. Granted, he didn’t have much of a family life either and no siblings to boot but that didn’t stop him from making friends. You never forget the times you spent with him playing at school or hanging out by the river on a warm spring afternoon. You remembered what it was like being happy for a change and to have comfort in knowing he would be there for you. 

Shaking your head, pushing the memories aside and back into reality, you headed down the stairs grabbing your vest before opening the door greeting Tseng once more. He nodded and guided you to a completely decked out hummer opening the door like a gentleman. Strange that a professional would choose a vehicle like this but given the terrain and how far out of the city, a limo wouldn’t be the wisest choice. You swallowed your courage and hopped in as Tseng followed suit directing the driver to ShinRa Corp. in Sector 0. 

Tseng guided you again inside this gargantuan building and up the elevator to Rufus’ Office. He signaled you to wait for a moment before knocking and entering. You heard voices inside the room and quickly looked down at your feet. You were intimidated yes, but anticipation also had a grasp as well. Both emotions kept fighting for your attention until Tseng reappeared and held the door open, smiling. A chill ran through you again, so it wasn’t the weather then. 

“He's waiting for you now Miss Y/N.” Tseng stated before closing it behind you, footsteps echoing the hallways. Blinking from the sound and turning your attention forward there you saw Rufus staring right back at you; his hands locked together in front of his face resting elbows on the darkened desk as his knee jossiled nervously. Thankful for it to conceal his weakness. His smile began to appear as his eyes lit up with emotions. You smiled warmly to his expression as he began to speak. 

“Y/N, it's so good to see your face again! How wondrous of you to respond so quickly as well. Come sit down with me, I’ve missed you dearest friend.” Rufus was genuine in his tone but those word choices seemed a bit odd. Also you realized how generous puberty was to him as his voice melted like velvet in the air. A subtle blush decorated your cheeks thanking the shadows for coverage a bit. You weren’t going to fight his request so you did as asked, he leaned back in his chair as the leather creased. Nervously, you smiled sitting comfortably in the height difference. 

“You haven’t changed a bit Rufus.” you claimed teasingly as he smirked to your comment.

“Well it goes both ways my dear Y/N, tell me what’s new with you? How is your family?” He sounded like his old self now, that cute little kid who came to you. You folded your hands along your knees as you spoke to him about how your family has taken the turn for worse, your job almost shutting down thanks to poor choice in location, and how school tuition was building up higher. On the contrary, you left out the depression that continuously grasped at your thoughts at night. The pangs of loneliness didn’t help either but again that note card reappeared in the back of your mind. You wanted to tell him so badly but you felt that sense of worthlessness and knowing his job title practically clawed for his attention it sounded meaningless to speak up. 

“I’m sorry to hear about your family passing during the plate drop incident of Sector 7…” Rufus sounded sincere. Another weight of guilt applied itself to his heart as the words spilled from your delicate mouth. He also noticed the shimmering from the bracelet he gave as you adjusted your vest, smiling a little at the sentiment and memory together. Something both an image beyond beautiful words. Then something stirred inside of him; a glistening drop fell from your cheek as your head bowed from the pain of the past. Rufus’ eyes widened in concern with a frown he leaned forward a bit finding the air to be sucked out of him. His chest tightened as he heard your voice quiver. He didn’t want to cause you grief as his team of Turks did to many people within the city on that day. Swiftly his movement rounded the desk and knelt quietly placing a hand on yours. 

One of Rufus’ hands grazed gently along the side of your cheek brushing the hair aside along with it. His smile was warming and sincere as a tear fell from your cheek, your eyes widened in awestruck at his behavior. Rufus’ voice was sentimentally sweet as his words rolled angelically from the most beautiful mouth tickling your senses. 

“I promise you, if ever you need help with anything. Anything at all, please do not hesitate to come to me directly. You have my honor and my-..” He blushed a bit as the words held captive in his throat. How could words choke him like this in a manner such as now? He seemed foolish to himself but her eyes told him he was winning. 

“Your what..” you whispered as his vision lost in your gaze. He slowly leaned in and placed the softest kiss along your lips. He couldn’t hold it back anymore, his feelings were starting to show through. The kiss was slow and sweet, not too much pressure but just enough to deliver the message across. A yearning since childhood did he confess to. 

“You have my heart..” He whispered once the kiss broke free. You're also blushing with fresh tears tracing the curvature of your face. His thumb brushed them away as his eyes started to become rim with red. He knew deep down he’d cared for you in a special nature, nothing like anyone else would, this was his promise to you now as it was ten years ago. 

“...Rufus…” was all you could say before he held a finger to your lips. You didn’t deserve him, you didn’t want to bother him, you’ve dealt with this pain for so long you can do so without him knowing it. 

“Not another word. I mean it Y/N. I owe you everything, ever since my family and moved here. Don’t ever feel burdened by taking my time, I give it to you because you are so precious to me..” He confessed all this time how she meant towards him. He felt responsible for her suffrage. 

“Rufus I do not deserve y-”

“What did I just say…” Rufus’s eyes flickered with more emotions. You looked at him confused as he frowned. 

“I know depression when I see it, I also know anxiety too. It's becoming more and more powerful on you and I cannot accept the fact how it troubles you so. My feelings for you are true even if you don’t return the same-..” He was cut off as you leaned into his arms placing a more heated kiss along his lips. Your hands touched along his biceps and chest as his arms gripped along your hips pulling you closer to him. His kiss became more and more desperate as you both relished the feeling. The commotion from within his office must’ve set off a concern for Tseng barged it open and searched the area. You felt startled and scared as he held you protectively. Tseng scanned the area and drew his attention to Rufus' eyes blinking in bewilderment.

“Is there a problem?! Step outside!” Rufus barked as Tseng followed orders. Rufus, embarrassed at the sudden showmanship of his highest workers, placed a hand to his forehead. 

“I apologize for the scare, perhaps another time will be best to catch up.” Rufus sounded dejected at the thought, how was she supposed to find time for him? He sounded like an immature brat demanding something when he knew deep down he didn’t deserve. Your gaze slowly followed the length of his arm along his nape and into those cerulean eyes. His scent became more noticeable as you nodded. Rufus found the urge to smile as his hand took yours one more time smoothly interlocking his fingers with yours. 

“Tell you what, I’ll arrange a setting for us to be together. I’ll take you out for lunch or dinner somewhere, you can decide the place if you wish.” 

"Okay.. Thank you Rufus..” you whispered as he rested his head against yours.

“No, thank you..” he replied as you both sat there together in each other’s arms. This sense of comfort was pure bliss and you were both thankful for this moment. The simple touch of him burned within you as your voice echoed in his perfect ears.

[the-blackest-spider]

Send 🔪 and I’ll write a drabble where my muse kills yours |  No Longer Accepting

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Working with Avalanche was something Natasha wasn’t certain she’d ever wrap her head around fully. She didn’t always agree with Shinra’s methods, but she didn’t agree with Avalanche’s either. Now they shared a common enemy however, a specter of the not so distant past. Natasha had her opinions about that too, she wisely kept them to herself.

She knew Aerith was not pleased to be kept away from the action, to be guarded like a defenseless princess. But that ex-SOLDIER turned Mercenary had been insistent, and something in those mako blue eyes made it clear to the Turk that he knew something and it was bad and it had to do with Aerith.

“Look just keep her safe alright? We’ll find Sephiroth and take care of him,” Cloud insisted.

Natasha was silent as she stood on Tseng’s left, back just slightly while Reno and Rude were at his right and Elena next to her. It felt weird not having Clint there, but he was one of the few of their ranks that had a family, and it was better he stayed out of this.

“We will do our best,” Tseng nodded, leaning on the cane that helped keep him up right.

“You better fucking kill that bastard,” Reno growled, only Rude’s hand on his shoulder kept him grounded.

They were all pissed, Sephiroth had almost killed their leader, how he was standing right now, Natasha wasn’t certain. Healing materia, a lot of it she’d imagine.

“Nat should do it.”

The smaller redhead blinked at Elena’s suggestion, glancing to the other woman curiously.

“That asshole knows shit about her, she’s a shadow, the rest of us he’s seen a lot, Nat’s better at hiding than any of us.”

“Elena isn’t wrong,” Tseng nodded and looked to the other red haired Turk, he wondered about one thing however, but it was just slightly different wasn’t it? Still Natasha was shadows and secrets, “Natasha, you have free rein. Do not make any contact unless something goes wrong.”

“Yes, sir.”

It was a bit of a risk taking Aerith to her cabin in Icicle Inn, but no one else knew about it. It was close to the Northern Crater, but that she felt was a good ruse, because why hide Aerith so close to somewhere they knew Sephiroth had been seen?

It was absurdly quiet, it made Natasha nervous as she sat there, watching the flower girl who was as far as she could tell mediating. It was rare for Natasha to want to talk, but right now, any sort of idle chit chat she’d welcome while they waited for who knew how long.

“You look tired, I can keep watch for a bit.”

Natasha blinked and shook her head, “I’m fine, and I’m guarding you, remember?”

“Yeah but…” Aerith huffed.

Several minutes passed before Aerith spoke again.

“Natasha, can I show you something?”

Her full name, she had never heard her full name from Aerith, it was always Nat, occasionally Tasha because she heard Clint call her that once, whatever it was, it was serious, “sure.” Natasha blinked as the younger woman produced a materia, it looked like any materia at first glance, but then the Widow noticed it was void of color. White materia?

“This is a special materia and if something happens to me, I need you to give it to Cloud and the others, okay?”

There was something in Aerith’s tone Natasha didn’t like and it was the lack of speculation, as though she believed something would happen to her.

“Nothing’s going to happen to you Aerith, I won’t let it. I promise.”

“Don’t, don’t make a promise I know you can’t keep, I know you don’t say that word unless you mean it, Natasha. Please,” tucking the materia away, Aerith moved in front of the other woman and grasped her hands, “only promise you’ll do what I ask.”

Aerith’s eyes were intense sometimes, and Natasha felt she could see into her very soul and possibly beyond that. The girl was a strange one, she knew things and Natasha had a twisting feeling in her gut she knew something now. “Okay.”

“Good,” Aerith gave a nod, her hair bouncing with it and a smile taking over her features, chasing away the seriousness.

It was hard to say no to Aerith too, even Tseng struggled with it at times. Something in her peripheral caught Natasha’s attention in that movement, a shape, a shadow passing by a window. Instantly one of her guns was out and she backed up to cover her charge, “Aerith, stay behind me and do what I ---” The weight of a large hand on her shoulder cut her sentence off, muscles in her throat contracted as her gaze moved, widening as she beheld the hand encased in a black glove. Somehow she moved away, turning and aiming at the tall dangerous figure and no sight of Aerith. “Where is she?”

He said nothing and simply smiled and stared.

“Answer me.” Natasha’s focus began to narrow to her target, the legendary SOLDIER that had fallen so far and her mind began to empty and fill with white noise, feeling her finger tense against the trigger, she knew she was going to shoot him and she had to make it count. Aim for the heart.

The looming figure took a step forward and the cabin echoed with the shot.

“No… he was… nonono...fuck,” dropping her weapon Natasha moved to Aerith, trying to staunch the blood flow, but it was no use, the shot had pierced one of the arteries in her neck, “I’m sorry I… I thought I saw him. I saw him. Aerith I didn’t mean to…”

Unable to speak, Aerith managed with what strength she had left to reach up and touch Natasha’s cheek and met her gaze before taking a final breath.

Natasha has killed people, but she’s never held one of them as they died. She’s never felt anger over killing them and definitely not sorrow. She had failed and she never fails. But she would keep her promise and get the strange white materia to Cloud no matter what it took.

[ookamikasumi-fanfics]

Diabolic 15 - End

Summary: Vincent Valentine is kidnapped by the ghost of Sephiroth for a very personal mission. 

(S/VV- After AC) COMPLETE

All characters property of Square Enix. This story was written for the intent of Personal enjoyment. No money was made from this work.

Warning! Rated NC-17: hard-core Yaoi content, adult language, mild violence, non-con seduction

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Fifteen ~ End ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Vincent stepped from the elevator onto the unmarked twenty-fourth floor and blew out a breath. Even after six months, he still wasn’t used to being at ShinRa Power and Electric as one the dark suited Turks.

It still felt strange wearing ordinary clothes, though his dress shirts, vests, and suit jackets had all been carefully tailored to conceal his non-visible wings. He’d also been given a long trench coat with carefully disguised and strategically placed open side seams.

It had taken him weeks to remember how to knot his red tie properly.

He was somewhat used to having his long black hair combed back and neatly trimmed. Short hair would not have hidden his pointed ears. The typical ShinRa dark sunglasses disguised his scarlet eyes rather well. He still wore a red cloth around his brow, but it was a far slimmer and neater version that was worn under his hair, rather than over it. His armored glove was back at his apartment. It wouldn’t fit under his suit. He’d had to settle for simple black leather.

The whole ensemble wasn’t actually uncomfortable, but it was galling to be so…exposed. His tailor knew exactly what his body looked like. He had an apartment, a bank account, bills… He’d been forced to join society at large. He even had a car, a modest sedan.

He was far less noticeable among the general public, the average person barely looked his way. However, every single one of the Turks not only knew what he was, but pretty much everything he was capable of.

Oddly, his differences hadn’t made him an outcast, though absolutely no one liked being assigned as his partner. He was far too good at what he did. They simply could not compete on his skill level.

Tseng, his immediate superior, was positively thrilled with his ability to infiltrate just about any place he cared to send Vincent. Not to mention that he was invaluable during interrogations. All he had to do was remove his glasses to show his scarlet eyes, and smile showing his long teeth, and whoever they had in the chair would start spilling everything they knew.

The only thing Vincent had real problems with was working the day shift. He was a night creature by nature. Unfortunately he didn’t have a choice. Rufus worked days, not nights. When he went outside during daylight hours, he’d been forced to wear a fairly broad-brimmed black fedora hat to keep his neck from getting sun-burned in seconds.

To Tseng’s complete chagrin, sitting still, whether it was in a car or at a desk, would put him to sleep in a matter of minutes. He’d been forced to voice-record any reports that couldn’t wait until after sunset.

Rufus was still a total and complete bastard to work under, but apparently he’d meant what he said to Cloud almost a year ago; about ShinRa Corp. making up for very nearly causing the world’s destruction. There was no mistaking that he was out for profit, but the wars he fought were in boardrooms with lawyers, not on battlefields with monsters.

The SOLDIER program no longer existed. Instead, there was a veritable army of Turks.

Vincent sighed. He still hadn’t told Cloud he was working for ShinRa. Thank the powers that he was known for his long disappearances, so Cloud hadn’t come looking for him. According to Seph, he should be done cohabitating with Rufus sometime very soon, so perhaps Vincent wouldn’t have to.

Vincent nodded to Rufus’s secretary and approached the office door.

Rude stood by the office door in his neatly pressed midnight blue suit and usual dark sunglasses. He turned and gave Vincent a slight nod.

Tall, slender, Reno, leaned against the wall on the far side of the doorway with his unruly scarlet hair pulled back into its customary tail. His zipper suit was rumpled with the white shirt hanging out and barely buttoned. There was no trace of a tie. His arms were folded across his narrow chest and he glared at Vincent with pure vitriolic hate.

Vincent gave him a slight smile. Poor Reno… He was not happy with Sephiroth living in his lover’s body. Apparently the deal was, if Rufus played with Reno, Seph was allowed to play too. However, with Rufus and Reno painfully jealous when it came to each other, no one had touched anyone – for the past six months.  

Vincent snorted. Just as well. He had no interest in letting Rufus anywhere near him. He opened the door and walked into Rufus’s spacious black, white, and gray office.

Leaning up against the black ultra-modern desk with his arms crossed was a pale graceful youth in a black turtleneck and black jeans. His eyes were a striking green-gold and his snow-white hair tumbled over his shoulders to very nearly his waist. He was only a head shorter than Vincent and painfully beautiful.

Vincent blinked. He knew that boy. He’d seen him before…somewhere.

The youth stepped forward and smiled. “Well, what do you think?” The voice was surprisingly deep for someone so young and the expression was unmistakable.

Vincent stared. Holy shit! “Seph?”

The boy’s grin broadened. “Yep!” He held out his slender arms and turned all the way around, showing off his willowy form. “How do I look?”

Vincent swallowed hard. “I think you look amazingly…familiar.”

“I should.” The youth smiled. “This is a clone developed from one of Hojo’s early blood samples.”

Vincent felt the small hairs lift on the back of his neck. “Your early blood samples had active Jenova-taint.”

The youthful Sephiroth nodded. “It did, but considerably less than my adult body.”

Rufus stood up from his desk chair setting down his handful of papers. His white silk suit and gold tie shimmered slightly with his movements. “The clone was also subjected to a bath consisting of the water used to cure the geostigma, rendering the Jenova strain inert.” He smiled tightly. “I made sure of it myself.”

Sephiroth smiled tightly. “Uncle Rufus doesn’t want a repeat of my last performance any more than I do.”

Vincent’s brows lifted. “Uncle Rufus?”

Rufus lifted a shoulder and very casually turned to look out the window behind his desk. “Someone has to care for him while he’s young.”

Care for him…? Vincent stared while something twisted in the region of his heart. But…?

But Rufus was right. Someone did have to care for the youthful Sephiroth. Someone had to provide a home, food, clothes…a life. Vincent released a soft breath. He simply…couldn’t. He lived in the small apartment directly below Rufus, but it was merely a place to sleep, shower, and store his suits. He didn’t eat human food. He had no clue how to provide for a…a boy. “I see.”

Sephiroth’s smile slipped into something far chillier and far more determined. “Rufus and I have come to an agreement. I will be his role-model ward, and he’ll see that I have everything I need to be ready for…the future.”

Vincent lifted his gaze toward Rufus. “Then you know?”

“About Jenova haunting the life-stream?” Rufus took in a deep breath and released it. “Actually, I rather wish I didn’t.” A tight smile lifted the corner of his mouth. “I told Cloud that ShinRa intended to atone for its past transgressions.” He snorted. “However, I didn’t expect to fulfill that statement quite so literally.” He nodded toward Sephiroth.

Vincent’s mouth tightened. ShinRa had once again created Sephiroth. Hopefully this time ShinRa would help him become the world’s hero instead of its villain. “Poetic justice, perhaps?”

Sephiroth smiled tightly. “I’d say it was far closer to divine justice.”

Rufus cleared his throat and nodded toward the silver-haired youth. “So, do you approve of your new body, Seph?”

Sephiroth nodded gravely. “I do. Thank you.”

Vincent tilted his head toward the blond boy. “How did you make a fourteen-year-old clone in six months?” He frowned. “And how did you make the transfer?”

Sephiroth folded his arms and snorted. “The body is seventeen. It merely looks young.” He smiled. “The transfer was a simple kiss.” He shot a narrow glance toward Rufus. “I wasn’t sealed in materia crystal this time, so passing from one body to the other posed no difficulty whatsoever.”

Rufus nodded at Vincent. “The lab I used had one of the newer model cloning tanks, though they’re used for actual medical purposes these days, rather than experimentation.” He smiled at Sephiroth. “And I stopped the clone’s process at sixteen.”  

Sephiroth scowled. “Sixteen…?”

Rufus’s smile sharpened. “You said you wanted to have plenty of time to train, correct? I figured that it couldn’t hurt to improve your social skills at the same time.”

Sephiroth frowned. “My social skills…?”

Rufus turned around and leaned back against the window frame. He crossed his arms. “You need peers, companions, friends. The best way to obtain those is by attending school.”

Sephiroth’s small hands fisted at his sides. “I do not need an education. I was thoroughly tutored!”

Rufus nodded gravely. “Yes, and that tutoring did nothing but isolate you from the rest of humanity.” He lifted his chin and delivered a cool smile. “Three years of high school and a few more of college should do you a world of good.”

Sephiroth was going to go to high school? Vincent’s mind boggled.

Sephiroth’s mouth fell open. “You’re sending me to school?” The pitch of his voice rose. Apparently, his mind was boggled too.

Rufus straightened and folded his hands behind him. “There is no better way to discover the true character of those who will share your future than by observing them in their youth, before they learn to hide it.”

Sephiroth took a deep breath and tucked his chin. “A valid point.”

Rufus nodded. “I think you will make a most excellent addition to the ShinRa corporation.”

Sephiroth snorted. “I should warn you, I truly abhor paperwork.”

Rufus rolled his eyes. “Don’t we all?” He smiled. “But then, that’s what secretaries are for.”

Vincent stepped forward, drawing Sephiroth’s attention, and Rufus’s. “You’re going to have to control that temper of yours while you’re around all those children.”

Sephiroth rolled his eyes. “I suppose I will have to refrain from setting them on fire.”

Rufus’s brows lifted. “You still have magical capability?”

Sephiroth snorted and lifted a graceful brow. “Of course. The talent rides with the soul, but it was also inherent with the body, even before Hojo’s…additions.”

The far door slammed open revealing Reno in the doorway, his eyes wide staring hard at Rufus. “Is it true? Is it over?” He stalked in, striding right past Sephiroth.

Rude, right on his partner’s heels, stopped just inside the doorway staring at Sephiroth. His black brows lifted over his sunglasses.

Rufus focused hotly on Reno and smiled. “Yes, it’s over.”

Reno leaped straight up into the air and whooped. “Hot damn!” He shot a thoroughly lascivious grin at Rufus. “When?”

Rufus moved to his desk and lifted a paper. “As soon as I finish this meeting.” He turned and looked over at Sephiroth.

Reno froze, made a sharp about-face, and stared at the silver-haired youth. His red brows lifted over his moss green eyes, and his Cupid’s bow lips parted. “Oh, the pipsqueak’s already walking around?”

“Yes.” Sephiroth’s smile thinned. “And the pipsqueak’s hearing is in excellent condition.”

The red-head grinned and nodded. “Great! Wow…” He strode all the way around Sephiroth, quite obviously keeping his distance from Vincent. “Damn, you make a cute kid.”

Rufus cleared his throat. “He’s sixteen, Reno. That’s two years too young to play with you.”

Vincent blinked. Sephiroth was a minor. A chuckle bubbled up and escaped.

Sephiroth turned sharply to frown at Vincent.

Reno turned and stuck out his bottom lip at Rufus. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Boss.” He folded his arms across his chest. “I don’t do kids.

Vincent smiled down at Sephiroth and mouthed silently, Neither do I.

Sephiroth curled his lip in a scowl that was absolutely adorable. “We’ll just see about that.”

Vincent snorted. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m currently larger than you and far stronger. If you try anything that I don’t approve of…” He smiled. “I’ll give you a spanking.”

Sephiroth’s hands fisted at his sides and his mouth fell open. “You wouldn’t dare!”

Vincent lifted his chin and his smile broadened showing his long teeth. “Try me.” He lifted his gaze to Rufus. “ShinRa, you have my personal cell phone number, correct?” He looked down at Sephiroth. “Just in case.”

Rufus lifted a hand to cover his mouth. He coughed and his cheeks flagged with red. “Oh, why, yes I do.”

Reno laughed out loud. “Oh damn! Looks like you better be good or Uncle Vincent’s gonna give you a whupping!”

Sephiroth leveled a glare at Reno. “You do realize that since you are not a child, there’s no reason I can’t set you on fire?”

Reno very casually stepped back. “Somebody needs to learn to play nice.”

Rufus coughed again and cleared his throat for good measure. “Seph, please don’t set the employees on fire.” He smiled. “You’re going to need them, at the very least for sparring practice.”

Sephiroth pursed his lips and nodded. “Point taken.”

Reno turned to frown at Rufus. “Huh?”

Rufus strode over to his desk and sat on the corner. “Reno, does have his occasional uses. Try not to break him beyond repair.”

Sephiroth grinned. “I’ll do my best to return him in one piece.”

“Wait a minute…” Reno frowned. “Are you saying that this skinny brat can kick my ass?”

Rude snorted from his position at the doorway. “Yes.”

A rather heated exchange broke out after that.

A smile curving his lips, Vincent stepped back and silently left the office. At the end of the hall he punched the elevator call. Rufus ShinRa was certainly going to have his hands full with his new charge, but it was truly possible that Sephiroth, the great and terrible might actually have a better life this time around, and a better future.

His mission was done. He was free. All he had left to do was hand Tseng his formal resignation.

The office door slammed open behind him. “Vincent!”

Vincent turned.

The pale youthful Sephiroth marched toward him, his mouth tight and his emerald eyes blazing. “Where are you going?”

Vincent’s brows lifted. “I’m leaving.”

“What?” Sephiroth’s slender body trembled. “Why?” His voice was breathless and a damp shimmer appeared in his eyes.

Vincent shrugged. “You have what you wanted; a new body, and a new life to go with it.”

Sephiroth lifted his chin and crossed his arms. “So?”

Vincent smiled while his pounding heart bled with every beat. “You don’t need me any more.”

Sephiroth scowled ferociously. “Bullshit.” A tear slid down his cheek.

Vincent’s heart twisted hard. “Oh hell…” He strode for the youth and wrapped him in a hug. He winced. The terror of the entire planet felt so damned fragile in his arms.

Sephiroth’s hands fisted in Vincent’s coat. “You can’t leave.”

Vincent pressed a kiss to the top of the youth’s head. “I have no reason to stay.”

Sephiroth sniffed against Vincent’s coat lapel. “Yes you do. You’re my bodyguard.”

Vincent swallowed. “You have all of ShinRa…”

The youth’s hands tightened in his coat, tugging on it. “I want you!”

Vincent’s eyes burned. He was suddenly glad that that Sephiroth’s face was buried in his coat. He took a breath to keep his voice even. “You’ll be busy with school and…other things.” Peers, companions, friends…

“So? That’s only some of the daylight hours. You can work during those hours and spend the rest of your time with me, even if it’s just playing stupid video games.”

Vincent rolled his eyes. Oh gee, thanks… “Seph…”

Sephiroth leaned back and glared up at Vincent. “I can get Rufus to make you stay.”

Vincent’s bared his teeth and backed away. “Don’t…!”

Sephiroth folded his arms across his slender chest and curled his lip. His determined expression was far too mature for his youthful face, and clearly showed the man he would be. “Then don’t make me.”

Vincent scowled down at him. “Haven’t I done enough for him?”

“It’s not for him, it’s for me.” Sephiroth scraped a hand against his damp cheek. “You can’t leave me, Vincent.” His green gaze narrowed to slits. “You belong with me. My body may be new, but how I feel has not changed.” He pointed a slender finger at Vincent. “You will never escape me. Never!”

Vincent groaned. “What the hell did I do to deserve this?

Sephiroth grabbed onto Vincent’s coat. “Swear to me that you’ll stay.” His voice was deep and determined, but his gaze shifted back and forth with clear uncertainty. “I can’t…” He took a deep breath and then whispered very softly. “I can’t do this without you.”

Vincent’s heart very quietly shattered in his chest. He closed his eyes. His throat was so tight all that came out was a whisper. “I’ll stay.”

Sephiroth sighed deeply. “Good.” He lifted his chin and grinned up at Vincent. “Now, kiss me.”

Vincent sighed then smiled. “I will, in two years.”

Sephiroth’s mouth fell open. “What?”

Vincent set his hands on Sephiroth’s slender shoulders. “In two years you’ll be eighteen and old enough to kiss.”

The youth stomped his foot. “That is not fair!”

Vincent chuckled. He couldn’t help it. Immaturity was catching up to Sephiroth very quickly. “Actually it’s very fair. If you’re going to make me keep working for ShinRa, you’re going to have to wait until you’re no longer a minor before you get a kiss.”

Sephiroth growled, a low liquid rumbling in his chest. “You will pay for that.” He grabbed Vincent around the waist and hugged him.

Vincent snorted and rolled his eyes. “I’m already paying for it.” He closed his arms around the slender youth and sighed deeply. Life was certainly going to be interesting with Sephiroth back among the living.

Cloud was going to have a heart-attack.

~ End ~