R.D.D.G: Hello people -. This is my first Final Fantasy VII fic, so please be nice. Oh, yeah. I do not own any of the Characters except the gym teacher the NSI for ROTC, and some of the cadets, and students. I also do not own the songs that are used; they belong to their appropriate artists. Just so we have that out of the way. Pairings are going to be Zack/Cloud, Rufus/Vincent and others are still being determined.
"You leave my son alone!" a woman yelled at her husband, successfully hiding the young child behind her. "You have no right, nor reason to do this to him!" The man sent a glare towards the woman, his crimson eyes narrowing angrily. How dare this woman deify him? How dare she protect that worthless excuse of a son, and not stand in her rightful place by his side. He could see his now six-year-old son's crimson eyes watering with fear, as he tightly gripped his mother's dress.
"Why do you protect that monster?" Grimore spat angrily. "You would stand by that…that…thing, and not your own husband!?"
"He is not a monster, Grimore," she snapped angrily. "If anyone is the monster around here, it is you. What sane man would beat a young child?! If this is the true Grimore Valentine then I will stand by him no longer."
Grimore's face grew red, about as red as his eyes, in anger. His whole frame trembling with pent in rage. Usually he would have taken that anger out on the child behind his wife, but she had securely hidden the boy behind her. Using her own body as a shield to defend her child. Only the young boy's left eye and hand were visible.
"How dare you…" Grimore growled.
"How dare I what, Grimore?" the woman asked narrowing her cerulean eyes at the Shin-Ra scientist. "How dare I protect my child? I have carried him for nine months, and the last time I checked I was the one who took care of him, not you. So do not speak of which you know so little. Vincent is no monster!"
At this Grimore began to laugh viciously. "Then you should take your own advice Tsukiyo," he retorted, taking a couple of steps towards the two. "Apparently you have not raised that thing enough to know what it truly is."
Tsukiyo backed away from Grimore, pushing her son back behind her as she moved. She didn't want that man anywhere near her son.
"Momma…" Vincent's soft, frightened voice reached her ears. "Are we going to leave now?…"
His eyes never leaving his father, he didn't like where this was going, and he was beginning to grow fearful for his mother's safety.
Tsukiyo nodded her eyes never leaving Grimore; for fear that he would try something. "Yes, Vincent. We are leaving now. Why don't you go to the car. I'll meet you out there." She said, her voice turning gentle towards the young child behind her. She loved her son, and in one point in time, she loved her husband. She would have followed him to the ends of the earth if he had asked, but after she discovered what her husband had been doing for the past two years, her heart began to break. How could the man she loved, do this to his own flesh and blood? What was the motive for his aggression toward the usually quiet child?
"Promise?" the young Vincent asked.
"Yes." Tsukiyo answered calmly. Reluctantly Vincent began to back away from his mother. His worried, frightened gaze alternated between his father, and mother. "Go on, Vincent. I'll be out there in a minute." Vincent nodded and walked away from the fight. A feeling in his gut, telling him that things were going to end badly.
Grimore shook his head as he walked towards Tsukiyo, grabbing a knife from the table as he walked. Tsukiyo noticing this grabbed a gun off of the table behind her.
"You always were stubborn, Tsukiyo." He said. "You never know when to quit."
"A trait I have found to be quite useful." Tsukiyo replied, narrowing her cerulean eyes, as she aimed the gun at Grimore. "Make a move to harm my child or myself, I will pull the damn trigger. Do not think I would not, Grimore." She growled.
Grimore smirked at the threat. That woman would risk her own life to defend that of a demon?
"Do you know what Vincent truly is?" he asked coming to a stop. "It sure as hell does."
The Shin-Ra scientist smiled smugly towards the woman before him. Without waiting for an answer, Grimore set down the knife. Planning to pick it up later, though. He chuckled as he pulled out a pair of black gloves, the same gloves he would use for his work. "Of course you wouldn't remember it, my love." Grimore said after a moment.
"I am no longer your love, Valentine." Tsukiyo snapped.
Grimore heard the correction, but chose to take any notice to it. He looked the woman with a smug look in his eyes. "He is one of Dr. Hojo and I's experiments." He continued. "You see, while you went in for your checkups, we would sedate you. That I'm sure Tsukiyo, you remember clearly?" Tsukiyo narrowed her eyes. "While you were out cold, we injected chaotic genes into his unborn body. And to counter act the chaotic genes, have added Jenova cells as well. We wished to create a functional, living, killing machine, but the monster is a failure. Even with his demon genes, he refuses to even harm anyone."
"What kind of sick people are you?" Tsukiyo growled. She, herself, beginning to feel guilty that she had let that happen to her baby. "Vincent has a kind soul, unlike you."
Grimore laughed. "Yeah right. That thing has a soul as black as the darkest night." Then his face grew serious, as his gaze stared at his wife. "You and the monster shall remain here."
"Like hell we will." Tsukiyo growled as she began to back away. She wanted to get to Vincent as soon as possible. A creak on the floor behind her, alerted her to another presence inside the room. She turned around to see Vincent standing a few yards away, his eyes wide in fear.
"Vincent, honey, get back to the car." Tsukiyo ordered, as calmly as she could. In the corner of her eye she saw Grimore pick up the knife once more, as he began to make his way towards them. Then with enhanced speed, he rushed forward and slit Tsukiyo's throat. Blood spurting from the severed flesh.
Tsukiyo's eyes went wide as she began to cough up blood, before collapsing first to her knees then to the ground. The gun she held, sliding away from her only to be stopped by Grimore's foot.
"MOMMA!!" Vincent cried out in fear as he rushed over to his fallen mother. Tears falling down his pale face. Once he reached his mother he kneeled next to her and hugged her. Begging, pleading her to stay, not to die. "Momma! Please! You can't die! You can't!" the young boy pleaded as he cradled his mother's head to him. The tears falling faster than before.
"Vin…cent…" Tsukiyo murmured weakly, as she smiled at her son. "I'm…sor…ry. That…I didn't…fi…nd out…sooner." She coughed up blood again.
"It's not your fault Momma!" Vincent said hugging his mother close. "You'll be fine! You'll live! Please Momma! Don't leave me!"
Tsukiyo gave a sad smile. "It…is…time…for me…to…ret...urn to…the Planet…Vin." She said placing a hand on her son's cheek. her skin becoming paler and paler as time passed, from the loss of blood. "I…shall…see you…again. I…lo…ve…you." Vincent nodded, his sobs growing louder. Then Tsukiyo weakly turned her head towards Grimore.
"May…the…Gods…curse…you...r pat…hetic…excuse…of a…life…,Grimore…Valentine…" she said before going limp in her son's trembling arms.
"Momma!" Vincent shook his mother, desperately hoping that she would wake up. "Momma! Wake up!" when his efforts were in vain, Vincent laid down his mother's head and sobbed into his mother's dead chest. Begging her to come back. she was the only one who had truly cared for him, and the only one he, himself, had truly cared for. His heart broke into many pieces.
Grimore huffed, as he walked over to the sobbing child and forced him up to his feet. "you damn monster." He growled grabbing Vincent's hair roughly, and pulled. "this is all your fault! You are the reason she is dead!" he hit the boy hard on the face sending the child sprawling to the floor. "you tell anybody, I will have the pleasure of killing you as well. Only I shall do it much more slowly. You would wish you had never been born. Do you understand?"
Vincent weakly nodded from where he lay on the floor. His head still spinning from where he was struck. Blood trickling down from the corner of his small mouth.
As the young child tried to rise, Grimore kicked the child over and over until he fell unconscious. Satisfied with his work, Grimore went upstairs to wash the blood off of his skin. Then he would work on his alibi. Leaving the young unconscious Vincent, and his murdered mother in the room.