Oh. My. God. I just had a GENIUS idea. I was drawing a picture of Vincent Valentine from FF and I was listening to All These Things I Hate (Revolve Around Me) by Bullet for My Valentine. The name Bullet For My Valentine really inspired me. I really like the pairing Vincent/Kadaj. xD
Warning: Vincent/Kadaj, yaoi
Damn, this is a very rare couple. I'm sad now.
Oh, and Kadaj isn't evil in this, as it's high school AU setting.
All the chapter titles are going to be lines from different songs from various artists, because, as my regular readers know, music is the inspiration for all of my stories.
This title is from Snuff by Slipknot.
Kadaj's POV!!Chapter 1 Bury All Your Secrets In My Skin
Damn, I thought, watching the swirl of black and red vanish around the corner. I knew it wasn't my imagination, as I had thought the last time. Vincent Valentine was near, as always. And that… that Cloud was with him! And it was (no pun intended) Valentine's Day.
I've met Vincent a few times, but this was before I was a sophomore, as I am now.
Vincent was the quiet, I-keep-to-myself, emo type, but he's really cute.
Yeah, I'm gay. Get over it.
Anyway, the first time I had met Vincent was in the library, as a freshman. He was a sophomore (now he's a junior) at the time, and took little notice to anyone except his friends, but he took notice of me, all right.
I was walking in the library and caught sight of him. He was beautiful. I was too busy staring at him to pay attention to my surroundings and I crashed right into a bookshelf (a stationary one against the wall, thank God) and a bunch of books crashed onto the floor (and me). Seeing as he heard this commotion, he looked over at me and I was blushing so hard. He stood and came over to me.
"Do you need help?" he asked and I almost flinched away from his beautiful voice.
"N-no," I stuttered.
He smiled slightly. "Seems to me like you do."
I blanched and tossed my beautiful, shoulder-length silver hair (Hey! His was a few inches longer than mine!) "I do not."
I was gaining confidence (Oh yeah! Score one for the gay freshman!)
"Whatever," he muttered, and began helping me to pick the books up. "What's your name?"
"Kadaj Jenova. And you?"
"Vincent," he answered. "Vincent Valentine."
I placed the last book on the shelf and stood. "Well, thanks… Vincent."
"No problem." Was all he said.
Then he was gone.
"Vincent Valentine…" I ground out, staring at my book.
I was sitting alone behind the gym of Final Fantasy high. To this day, I wonder about their name choice…
"Yes?" asked a voice from right above me.
I jumped and looked up (his hair was much longer now, whereas mine was only about two inches longer than it was). "Vincent!"
"I thought we already covered the fact that I'm here, Kadaj."
He sat next to me.
I glared at him, trying not to stare (rather than glare) into his beautiful ruby-red eyes. God, he was like an angel summoned straight my own personal Hell to torment me (1).
"We did," I answered. "What do you want?"
"To say hi," he replied. "I haven't seen you or heard from you officially since before school ended last year, Kadaj. You didn't even say goodbye or have a nice summer."
His voice… it sounded so hurt.
Not that I cared. Stupid… devilish angel.
"I'm sorry," I said curtly. "Are you and Cloud Strife dating?"
He blinked. Once. Twice.
Then he laughed softly. In spite of myself, I smiled at the soft sound.
"No, we're not dating," he said. "Cloud needed me to help him with a project, because Zack was busy with other things. Zack Fair is his boyfriend," he added, in case I didn't know, which I obviously didn't.
Suddenly, the happiness vanished from his face and the usual look of sadness was there.
Subconsciously, I reached out and touched his face.
"Vincent…" I said softly. "Why are you so sad all the time…?"
He looked at me, and opened his mouth.
I snapped out of my reverie, jerking my hand away.
"What do you want, Yazoo?" I asked, annoyed.
The older silver-haired boy scoffed. "Loz is crying again, Kadaj."
"But Loz is a fucking senior!" I said angrily.
"You know how sensitive he is about Mother," said Yazoo, glaring at me. "A stupid sophomore was teasing him about her and he… cracked, basically."
If there was one thing about Yazoo that I loved, it would be his voice. It was so light and feathery, and not to mention beautiful, though nowhere near as beautiful as Vincent's.
I sighed. "Who was it?"
"That Reno kid," sighed Yazoo. "He thinks he's so bad ass just because he has Rude around, and that he's friends with Cloud, Zack, Tifa, and all them."
I flinched inwardly. My brothers were quite popular, as was Vincent. I, however, was not, so I didn't hang out with Cloud and his friends.
"Fine, fine," I said. "Tell him Mother loves him and is giving him all the strength and looks he has."
Yazoo nodded, glanced at Vincent (temporarily forgotten… okay, not really. I can't get him out of my mind. Shut up. Don't judge me.), then left.
"Mother?" asked Vincent quietly.
"She died when we were young. It had the most effect on Loz, as he was oldest and knew her best," I said. "And I'm not telling you with who or where we live."
"I wasn't going to ask. That's your business."
This guy was… complicated.
I glanced at him and he was staring right at me.
"What?" I asked.
"Do you play any instruments?" he asked.
"Piano (1)," I replied. "Why? Do you?"
He nodded. "Guitar."
"Why the random question, then?"
He just looked away, the wind tugging softly at onyx black locks.
"Just wanted to know," he said. "And I need another musician to criticize my songs."
"I can do that," I said, unable to stop myself. "I write songs too."
He looked at me and smiled. "Good. I'll be looking forward to reading them."
"Oh… okay then," I said softly, looking away.
"Well, I must be off," said Vincent, standing. "I'm supposed to go… help… Cloud finish up that project."
I blinked, then frowned. "Okay. See you, Vincent."
When he was gone, I snapped my book closed in frustration. Damn him! Making me almost loose my cool, and when Yazoo was near, too! I glared at the ground and stood, stretching slightly. I walked around the corner, totally lost in my thoughts. Yazoo thought I was straight, so what would he think now if he saw me in that kind of position with another male? I'm sure he wouldn't care, because nobody with hair that pretty and long and a voice that soothing could be straight. But he probably would be offended because I lied to him. God, I am such a shitty brother. But I am the youngest. Go me! Anyway, maybe Loz is gay, too. Seriously, he wrestles, for Christ's sake! It just looks like awkward spooning! Okay, and sometimes it looks like they're groping each other. There, are you happy? It's not just awkward spooning, it's awkward groping. While Loz took wrestling, Yazoo and I took Tae Kwon Do. Yeah, I'm that awesome. We started our classes when I was eight and Yazoo was nine. Loz started wrestling when he was thirteen. But now, the Tae Kwon Do instructors saw no reason to keep us in their classes because we were both black belts when I was fourteen and Yazoo was fifteen, so we graduated last year. There is a reason for why we joined; Yazoo was constantly getting bullied for his feminine looks and I was getting picked on for being so small. Yeah, let's just say those bullies are gone now. I suppose there's more reasons—
"You are to stay away from him, Valentine!" the soothing voice of Yazoo snapped.
"Why should I?" asked Vincent, very quietly.
I shrank back into the shadows, not wishing to be seen.
"You're flirting with danger," said Yazoo, more calmly this time.
"Heh. Well, if you call him dangerous, then I think it's safe to say that I've had dinner with the devil, then a great night in bed with him afterwards (2)," replied Vincent.
I could tell he was smirking.
"That's not the point," sighed Yazoo. "Just stay away from my brother. He's falling for you. Hard."
Oh, so he does know I'm gay. Wait—shit! Damn you, Yazoo! You're not supposed to go around saying that!
"So, if he's… falling for me, you say? Then you want me to stay away from him, thus hurting him?" asked Vincent. "My, my, you're a great brother."
There was a swoosh of air, and the sound of shoe hitting flesh.
"You're little Tae Kwon Do won't help you here, Yazoo," said Vincent softly.
"Whatever," said Yazoo.
I could hear his little grunt as he yanked his foot away from Vincent, then the sound of somebody walking away.
"You can come out now, Kadaj," called Vincent softly once Yazoo was out of earshot.
I sighed quietly, then stepped out, a small smirk planted on my face.
"So now you know."
"Who's to say I didn't already?"
So, there's chapter one! Do you think I should continue? Well, too damn bad because I'm going to! Like I said, this is a hard couple to find.
(1)~ Yeah, I know. Another piano player from me!
(2)~ My friend Shawny said this to me when we were "passing notes" in science. Really, we were just having a conversation on a piece of notebook paper. Seriously, we were sitting at the same table, right next to each other, and we had my notebook between us and we were just writing all over it. Duh. xD