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Chapter I

The battle against Sephiroth was proving to be long and hard, but persistence was starting to pay off.

Cloud had almost got into position to deliver the final blow against the madman in their bid to rid the world of their most twisted and powerful enemy's.

They all had something at stake here that made them want to see it through.

Barret wanted to see his adoptive daughter grow up in a world free of pollution and fear.

Tifa was fighting for the sake of her lost family, home and also for the one's she loved to survive.

Red XIII or Nanaki as he was also called was fighting for the planet's future which was hidden from them.

Cat Sith was fighting by remote control. That much was sure. But the person on the other end was controlling the toy for the sake of the people under his care. Even though he was a member of the Shin-ra's council of executives he still considered himself to be human enough to fight for what he believed in.

Yuffie was fighting for two reasons. One was for her country of Wutai and of the second reason was naturally her desire to have everyone's materia, which she coveted for her own agenda.

Of course Cid wanted to be able to fly in the clear sky's of the world and beyond. So as he could not do that. The last thing he wanted was for some upstart to try and ruin it for him and everyone else with the passion to go beyond the horizon.

Their leader Cloud, who like Tifa wanted to make the world safe from harm also wanted to be free of his tormented soul.

But last but not least was poor Aeris. She gave her life to try and save ours. The last of the Ancients who was also know as the Cetra.

I however wanted to help ease my sin. Lucretia, my beloved Lucretia. It is because I did not stop Hojo from experimenting on you and your unborn child that all is made to suffer.

It is because of me that Sephiroth went mad. Because of me that you ended up encased in crystal.

And because I couldn't stop Hojo in this, I deserve to be twisted into a red eyed, pale skinned, shape shifting version of a demon wearing a human form.

I deserve those nightmares of pure terror, in which I relive my days on Hojo's dissection table.

Opened up like a slab of meat on a butcher's block, as Hojo did his worst experiments on me.

For months I was his favourite toy. I was pulled apart countless times and re-assembled.

I was in constant pain and agony. My screams filled Hojo's ears like the sweet sounds of a well orchestrated music symphony.

But not even those countless day's of being tortured and abused would stop or even ease my sin.

So it was that when Cloud and his friends found me asleep in my coffin hidden in the cellar beside the very room Hojo did his experiments on me, did I finally move to aid them on their quest for freedom.

And now that time had come in the form of eight people who where determined not to see the world crushed by the weight of despair in the form of Meteor and Jenova.

But as Cloud was about to strike I noticed Sephiroth pull out a grey materia of the likes that I had never seen before.

Realising that Cloud would have taken the brunt of the blow from this unknown materia that I quickly moved into action. My 'Speed Plus' materia helping me to move quickly and efficiently.

My life was unimportant to me. If I was to die to save the one who could free the world then so be it.

So it was that as the materia in question was used it was not Cloud who suffered the effects of the grey materia.

It was me.

The last thing I saw was of Cloud passing through me and of him giving Sephiroth the 'final' blow as the other's stared in horror at my disappearing body.

Thinking that I could finally rest in oblivion was soon to be short-lived.

As my surrounding's was soon changed from that of the caves in the northern crater to that of a humid sunny day in the middle of a desert town.

My sudden appearance startling the natives of this town, as was my clothing attire and the metal claw on my left hand and the strange weapon being held by my gloved right hand.

Looking around with my face as impassive as always, the high collar on my red tattered coat almost above my nose. As the trail of the coat seemed to smooth the desert floor with my passing as I moved towards the tallest building in the area so that I could better see my suroundings.

My black clothes where well designed and matched the jet colour of my hair that was held back by a bandage the same colour as my cloak, but it did not catch the desert rays well, but the boots on my feet sported metallic fittings and reflected the sun's light with ease.

I knew that people considered my pale skin to be almost like a pure grade of porcelain and my movement's where considered elegant and graceful to the eyes of those around him.

But what he noticed that seemed to un-nerve people around him was his left arm from the elbow down was that of a metallic claw that looked sharp enough to go through steel that was inches thick like butter and of course his eyes.

His eyes where a blood red, compliments of Hojo's twisted designs in his so called Mako and Jenova experiments.

As he walked towards the towering building he was stopped by three teenagers.

The blond girl had a large fan on her back and her painted faced companion had a wrapped parcel on his back which he carried with ease he also wore black from head to toe.

The third was small than the other two and had an aura of immense power behind him. He was a red head with a tattoo on his forehead. He was also carrying around a large sandy coloured gourd without showing any sign of strain.

So it was that when they showed up Vincent stopped in his tracks. Moving only to hide his claw behind the folds of his red coat.

"State your name and reason for being here!" the girl demanded seriously.

"My name is Vincent," he told her with no emotion in his voice. "I do not know how I got here."

"You are not human," the boy with the gourd on his back stated flatly.

"I was human once," Vincent replied with the same lack of emotions as before. "Now I am no longer."

A few more people started to show up holding weapons much like Yuffie's people in Wutai would.

"What are you then," the teenager in the middle asked seriously.

"I am the embodiment of my sins," Vincent told them with just a trace of sadness in his emotionless voice. "It is because I failed her that I have been made to suffer this."

"Where are you going?" the redhead asked.

"I do not know," Vincent answered truthfully. "I suppose I must wander the earth until I either find my friends or a place for me to try and sleep an eternal rest."

"Don't you mean die," one of the surrounding people scoffed.

"I cannot die from old age," an emotionless Vincent replied. "I cannot escape the torture that I endured for committing my sin."

"What do you mean?" asked the blond sceptically.

"Because of my sins, the oneI loved and the one that she bore was forced to undergo the experiments of the madman Hojo," Vincent replied with a hint of passion tinged with sadness.

"That doesn't mean that you have sinned pal," the teenager with makeup returned.

"It does," Vincent told them steadfast. "I was in charge of the man's laboratory security. I could have stopped this, but I did not. That is my sin."

"So what are you going to do now?" the redhead asked quietly.

"I want to know where I am," replied the gunman. "Please excuse me."

And with that Vincent went to move forward.

The people around him all wore headbands of some sort with a metallic plate and an hourglass on the plate.

Vincent had only taken a step forward only to have one of the surrounding people throw a dagger at him, which he caught in his metal claw.

"Please let me go in peace," asked the emotionless Vincent calmly.

"You have trespassed into the village of Sand's territory and expect us to believe that lot of lies that you just gave us," one of the men snorted rudely. "You can consider yourself under arrest until we say so."

"And if I say no?" queried Vincent dangerously.

"Then you have to face us," the man spat.

"I have no time to deal with you," the Gunman replied with a shake to his head as if to show it would be a meaningless fight. "I do not want to fight you."

"Deal with it," the man smiled as he threw three daggers in unison at the red caped man.

Vincent quickly swirled his cloak and was hidden from view from the surround people as he hid inside his cloak firing of a few rounds at the attackers knocking not only the three daggers from out of the air, but also their weapons out of their hands as they stood there gawking at the red cape.

The cape them flew into the air as if caught by a breeze and quickly moved on top of the largest building where he stepped out showing himself to his assailants.

Underneath he could see two of the teenagers yelling at the crowd of people as the third teenager, the redhead, had disappeared.

"They are noisy," a voice asked from his perch.

Turning quietly Vincent noticed that the redheaded child was there.

"What is your name?" Vincent asked quietly.

"Gaara," the boy told him. "I too know what it is like to be called not a human being."

"I think you have the wrong idea child," replied Vincent quietly as he surveyed his surroundings. "I have noticed that people will often call children who are growing up both monsters and demons. I am not human in the sense of the word."

"Then that would mean that I too would meet your description," Gaara told him diplomatically. "And I know of one other person who would also meet that description."

"You do not understand," Vincent repeated. "I do not talk about ability in the way that one would use to fight another."

"Then what do you mean?" questioned Gaara.

Down below the crowd was angry and regardless of the blond girl and her companion to calm down, they would not.

"How about I show you the… Gailan beast!" Vincent told him straightening up on the roof.

"A Gailan beast?" Gaara asked curiously. "What is that?"

Without answering Vincent jumped down in front of the man who had attacked him before. His jump down was as graceful as it came as he landed.

The man ever so quickly before his friends could stop him. Stabbed Vincent in the stomach, making him collapse to the ground.

"Run!" Vincent called to the crowd as he collapsed. His eyes started to take on an ethereal type of glow about them.

The blond was quickly by his side, trying to provide a bit of comfort to him.

So the glow took over his body making everyone step back from him.

When the light died down, what was left in Vincent's place was a large purple beast with horns at the side of its head. There was drool coming out of the side of its mouth.

The man who had stabbed Vincent in the stomach was now in front of the unknown beast.

Around him the surrounding warriors and the teenagers stood around to watch this 'thing' stare that which was once a human.

The creature seemed to be quietly contemplating the man in front of him carefully, as the man in front started to relax a bit

Everyone around started to calm down a bit as they watched the creature. The only one not to be calmed down was the teenagers who for some reason took their cue from the smallest of the trio who seemed to be bristling with caution.

It was then that the creature struck. It grabbed the man and started to both claw and bite the man with a fierceness that was never seen before until the man was suddenly still.

The creature did not seem to be unfazed by the death of the man and moved quickly after the next victim.

As he moved towards another attacker around him approximately several fireballs flew out after different targets around him.

The creature was quick as the warriors of the village moved to stop its rampage.

Unfortunately another two warriors were soon to follow the first victim. Other's where injured but it seemed as if nothing could stop this creature's rampage.

Soon the warriors of the village quickly fell back to allow the youngest of the three teenagers access to the rampaging creature.

Gaara quickly folded his hands to a particular form and as quickly as he had done that the sand in the area quickly enfolded to encase the raging beast.

A trickle of sweat started to form on the redhead's brow as he attempted to keep the beast at bay.

He then quickly moved a hand in front of him in a claw like fashion and closed it.

"Desert Coffin," Gaara said with a note of finality.

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Greetings. I know that I still have another story to finish, but things have been really hectic (And frantic) for yours truly.

And if you could count the fact that my beta reader has not had the chance to hand me back my story so that everyone can read it yet.

So to make up for it I posted this little story that I have been tossing around in my bits of Final Fantasy fanaticism for the last six months. (And if you haven't guessed it yet, yes Vincent Valentine is my favourite character.)

I have always wanted to know what would happen if Vincent ended up in Naruto's world, so I thought that I would give it a go.

This story is totally un-betaed so I am going to have to ask for you all to forgive me. (I really tried my hardest to make it work properly.)

So please review and tell me what you think of the story.