A/N: Last chapter. Hope ya like! My mind has slowly lowered from medium crazy to fuzzy blah. Gotta update while I can still make sense out of sense. In this story, Vincent Valentine is Kadaj's and Yazoo's natural father, because Sephiroth was his son.

Fandom: Final Fantasy 7 - Advent Children

Summary: Second chances all around.

Pairings: Cid/Vin, Tseng/Kadaj, Reno/Yazoo, Future Cloud/Rufus

Warnings: Shonen-Ai, AU, OOC, Future Mentioned Possible Mpreg, Cursing

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this fan fiction.

Vincent's Treasures - Part II

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Reno steadied himself on a large branch of the tree overhanging Rufus Shinra's former Costa del Sol villa. Keen enhanced ears were glued to every soft nuance of Yazoo's voice.

The wild Turk had been given a second chance with his silver Baby Doll and he wouldn't allow it to slip away this time. Then again, he also didn't see the large spear coming around to knock him, yowling, out of the tree.

Having the soul of a tomcat, Reno landed in a crouch at Cid's feet.

"Five seconds. Start talkin' or Ah set the Missus on ya."

The pony-tailed redhead waved his hands in front of his chest as the sharpened spearhead lowered to carve him a new bellybutton. "Five seconds ain't up yet, yo! Uh. Probably not gonna believe me, but Aerith sorta knocked on my noggin' while I was sleepin.' She told me she was givin' me one more chance to not fuck things up with Yazoo. Tracked Cloud to the villa on my own. Turks don't know I'm here. Swear!"

Releasing a weary sigh, Cid leaned against the trusty Ol' Venus and lit up a cigarette. "Really. So tell me, Bright-Eyes. How did ya fly here?"

Reno placed confident fists on thin hips. "Helicopter. Naturally. Why, yo?"

Cid occupied himself by blowing a perfect smoke ring. "Who's helicopter?"

Hojo may have enhanced Reno to an extremely advanced degree, but Science could only accomplish so much against inbred genetics.

Ocean-blue eyes widened with a sudden mixture of realization and panic. "My special-made-to-order-New Shinra-owned helicopter. Fuck, I'm dead, yo!"

Cid straightened up and waved over Reno's shaking shoulder. "Tseng! Long time no see. How's life treatin' ya?"

The Head Turk's expression remained placid while a well-polished shoe delivered a swift kick to Reno's sorry ass. "Peachy. Just peachy."

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Reno righted himself with a wince. "Not betrayin,' Tseng. Talkin' true love here, yo!"

Tseng rebutted with a sound back fist to the nose. "Cid, if we may call a temporary truce, I need to speak with Vincent and Cloud."

The Captain tilted his head, surveying the Wutaian with a wary squint. "Turks don't come-a-callin' without a trap. Why the fuck should Ah let any of ya near mah kin?"

Tseng bowed his head with an embarrassed cough. "Aerith visited my dreams. Apparently, a well-kept secret cannot be hidden from prying Cetra eyes."

"Hey, Tseng. You're turnin' all red, yo."

Tseng half-turned with a growl when a clear harrumph halted the swift retribution.

"Cid, allow them to pass. I'm intrigued to hear what Rufus's right-hand man has to offer."

The group turned as one to stare at a highly suspicious Vincent Valentine-Highwind peering from the doorway. "Yazoo shields Kadaj while he slumbers. Tseng, unlike Aerith, I give one chance only. Do not waste it."

Cid moved to the side with a jerk of the head. "Ya heard the Missus. Go on in."

Allowing Tseng through, Vincent held his gauntlet up to Reno's nervous eyes. "You are unworthy of my son. We both acknowledge this. Why do you persist?"

Reno's lower Plate upbringing reared its ugly head for all to see.

The Wild Turk's snarl combated against his future father-in-law's disdain. "I was born in the gutter, but I sure as hell ain't gonna die in it. Gonna make sure Baby Doll gets the best in life. May not be Shinra best, but it'll be aces all the way. Swear in front of the preacher and everythin,' yo."

Vincent turned his back, leaving Reno to close the door behind them. "Swear all you wish, Reno. It is for Yazoo to decide in the end and he shall be far harder to convince. This I can assure you."

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Tseng took his seat across from Vincent, Cid, and Cloud. "Do not fear. I traveled alone. The proposition I bring before you comes with Rufus Shinra's full approval, pursuant to Cloud's acquiescence."

Cloud's lip curled with disgust. "Not interested."

The Wutaian arched an eyebrow. "Strife, the terms haven't been given…"

With an ice cold expression, Cloud held up a gloved hand, "My brothers will be allowed safe lives as long as I allow Rufus Shinra to molest my body every day until he dies, hopefully, in mid-molestation. Like I've told him a thousand times, not interested."

"Father."

Vincent glanced away from Tseng, and stood in alarm, knocking his chair over.

Yazoo wavered in the hallway with deep red blood dripping from his ears and nostrils. "I'm sorry. I tried, but it's too much for me."

Vincent flew to his suffering child's side, but it was Reno who caught Yazoo in mid-faint.

The Remnant attempted to direct his focus towards frantic ocean blue eyes. "Hmph. May look like a pretty kitty but you're really a lying liar of a Turk. You don't love me. You smiled when you blew us up. Give me back to Father and go away. Hate you."

Reno shook his head and clutched the limp silver-haired man tight. "No way, Baby Doll. Aerith woke me up from my daily nightmare swearin' my dream-come-true was comin' back to me. Ain't never lettin' go. Never ever, yo."

Since Reno never bothered to hide his emotions, Yazoo didn't waste energy attempting to check if he spoke the truth. Weak arms rose up to return the redhead's fierce embrace. "Betray me, or betray my family, and I will drag you by your intestines behind my motorbike until you're dead."

Reno lovingly wiped the blood away from his love and kissed the pale forehead. "Motorbike? You don't got a gil to your name. Know Daddy won't let you steal anymore. Where you gonna get it?"

Yazoo delivered a sharp head-slap which Cid found very familiar. "From my fiancé, of course. And it has to be as nice as Big Brother Cloud's."

Reno winced, tallying the mountains of gil in his head. "Fenrir quality, huh? High Maintenance must be hereditary."

Yazoo shrugged and snuggled into Reno's comfort. "Kitty Turk wants me. Now he has me. Deal with it."

The couple flinched when they heard a piercing scream. "Oh no! Kadaj! I forgot to keep the mental shields up!"

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Reno picked Yazoo up and dashed into the back bedroom where the rest of the family had already crowded in.

Vincent rocked Kadaj as the boy sobbed in his arms. "Make the voices stop! I don't want to feel these feelings! They're not mine. They're tearing me apart!"

Tseng stepped forward but quickly halted on hearing the sharp warning growl emanating from the protective parent. "Please. He's suffering. I only wish to help."

Vincent held his boy closer to his heart, but the growling stopped. "How?"

The Head Turk tentatively drew out a headpiece bejeweled with various chips of materia from his coat pocket and held it up so the whole family could get a close look at it. "The shielding would not be permanent. In time, Kadaj's empathic ability will adapt and surpass the device, but the materia would serve as an alternative until a viable mental drug cocktail could be devised."

Yazoo pouted and delivered another hard slap to Reno's head. "I'm empathic as well. Why don't I get any jewelry? I want jewelry too!"

Reno softly knocked his forehead against Yazoo's. "Still figurin' out how to pay for the motorbike and now you want jewelry? Get loony like your brother and you'll get the jewelry for free, yo."

Yazoo reached out mentally towards his brother and shrank back into Reno's arms from the pure anguish he sensed within his sibling's mind. "Forget I said anything."

Cid laid a comforting hand on his spouse's tense shoulder. "Whattya think, Vince? It's your call."

Vincent hated to have anything to do with Shinra, New or otherwise, but he didn't need to be empathic to feel the devastating pain coursing through his baby's body. "Alright. I shall hold Kadaj still while you place the device on his head. Remember, Tseng. If this is a trick, I do not need my gun to kill you."

Tseng waited until Vincent was able to hold Kadaj's thrashing body still for a moment. Deftly, he placed the materia-laced 'crown' on the Remnant's head. He held his breath, awaiting the results. The New Shinra scientists had sworn, under certain Turk-sized pain of death, that the device would work. However, scientific theories and real life were not the same thing.

To Vincent's joy, Kadaj immediately calmed. Drawing slightly away from his new-found father's warmth, his wide green eyes roamed around until they landed on Tseng's wary form. "Didn't I shoot you in the head? Why aren't you dead?"

Tseng couldn't help but laugh a little. "Turks die all the time. It's keeping us dead which seems to be the problem. Ask your father."

Kadaj settled back into Vincent's secure embrace and nuzzled his cheek against the purring chest. "Father. I have a father who will always love me no matter what. Aerith was right. My father's far prettier than all the women on Gaia, but Yazoo looks like him. I look like my mother. I want to look like Father."

Tseng took a step forward. "You're pretty too. Beautiful, actually."

Vincent cleared his throat to turn Tseng's surprisingly besotted gaze towards him. "Turk, what designs do you exactly have towards my son?"

Tseng gathered up the fortitude which had helped to make him head of the biggest, baddest team of ass-kickers on the planet. "The same as Reno's towards Yazoo. Although, in my case, I have the power to make it happen, pursuant to Cloud's acquiescence."

Cloud knocked his head against the bedroom wall. "Godsdamned Shinra pervert will be the death of me."

An extremely confused Kadaj tugged at Vincent's sleeve. "Father, the strange man wishes to do the same things to me that Reno would like to do to Yazoo. The last time we lived Yazoo and I researched the various acts the Turk suggested. Most of them end with pregnancy and childbirth. If New Shinra wishes this as part of a deal for our freedom, I fear it is impossible. Yazoo and I are not female."

Vincent sighed, ruminating over inflicted horrors long past. "Being the both of you were Remnants of Sephiroth, then the impossible is highly possible and probable. Hojo most likely made sure of it. Correct, Tseng?"

Tseng's yearning eyes failed to waver from Kadaj's soft features. "The boys would need to take the necessary lab tests, but Hojo's conclusions have been proven sound so far. As for the deal, Cloud would also need to take the test verifying his possible fertility."

"Son-of-a-fucking-bitch! That's it! I didn't sign up this! Cid, kill me now!"

"Fuck you, Strife! If yer fertile rump gotta take it to save yer kin, ya take it! Whatcha bitchin' fer anyway? If the test proves positive, Rufus'll give ya the life ya country Mama always wanted ya to have. If ya lucky, the kids'll come out shiny and stupid like him. Great marryin' off material."

Cloud slid down the wall to mope on the floor. "As always, Cid. You suck with the sympathy."

Cid lit up a fresh one for the occasion. "Got no time fer it. Gets in the way of mah All-Day Valentine Care Service."

Yazoo shuddered in Reno's hold. "Pregnancy and childbirth possible? Freedom or not. I want no part of it. Kadaj and I viewed the process and it seemed disagreeable to all parties. Besides, I'll get fat."

Spying an unattainable dream just out of his grasp, Reno couldn't help but whine, "Come on, Yaz! We don't have to have a houseful. One would be aces for this Turk. Think about it. Baby would probably come out lookin' like Vincent, yo."

Yazoo smiled, feeling the wave of happiness thrum through his father before the stoic man hastily stifled it. "We'll see, once we're all settled. I agree Father does deserve to have more family surrounding him."

Vincent granted himself the liberty of a small smile as he hugged his curious son to his chest.

Kadaj continued to pepper Tseng with questions. "I can sense everyone's emotions, even Father's when he's shielding. Why can't I sense yours?"

The Wutaian sat on the edge of the bed. "I was altered when I became Head of the Turks. It's for safety purposes. I believe it will be good for us. When times become difficult for you, use me as your focal point."

Blushing under Tseng's intense stare, Kadaj lowered his gaze. "You don't know me and I don't know you. But you still wish to marry and have babies with me?"

Tseng bent down until he could look into emerald eyes once more. "Yes, with all my heart."

Kadaj closed his eyes to escape from the pure feeling emanating from the Turk's. "I don't understand. I shot and tortured you. I made you hurt and bleed. Why don't you hate me?"

"Hey, Kadaj? Yo!"

The group on the bed looked over towards Reno and Yazoo, now sitting next to a continually moping Cloud. "Hate to tell you after the fact, but all that stuff is perfect foreplay to a Turk, yo."

Yazoo nudged his Chosen on the shoulder. "So all the times I almost beat you to death were interpreted as a come on? It all makes sense now. Pervert."

Reno leaned over for a quick kiss. "Proud of it, yo!"

"...I cut him. Set his ass on fire a couple of times. Naw, that wasn't it. Those eyes didn't light up 'til I offed the dog whatsit. Shouldn't have killed the dog thing."

The slowly forming new family unit directed their confusion towards Big Brother Cloud, who still hadn't agreed to Rufus Shinra's self-serving deal. "Yeah, it poisoned me, but it wouldn't have been the first thing to poison me. Stupid dog thing. What kind of name is Dark Nation anyway? If I end up pregnant with pretty, stupid Shinra spawn, it's all the dog thing's fault. His and the flowers. Knew I should've worked on Fenrir's engine today."

Cid guffawed from his seat behind Vincent and Kadaj. "That's it, Spiky. Don't make it all the flowers' fault! Let the dead dog thing share the blame."

Kadaj ventured a little forward to garner Tseng's attention, which he never lost to begin with. "You actually enjoyed when I stabbed you and plunged my hand in your body? It looked quite painful at the time."

It took all of Tseng's Wutaian and Turk training not to pounce on his beloved then and there. Try as he might, a small shiver of ecstasy trickled through, eliciting a warning growl from Father Vincent. "I did not mind the treatment."

Kadaj retreated back into the safety of Vincent's cape. "Father, the strange man seems sincere. Physically, he's proven genetically sound and his form is pleasing to me. However, his nature and Turks in general tend to be quite odd. Rufus Shinra, included. I just don't know…"

Vincent kissed and rubbed his cheek against Kadaj's head to comfort. "From what I've seen, Yazoo can take care of himself. It will be up to Reno to ultimately prove his worth. Tseng seems to be speaking the truth, in spite of being a Turk, and I will stay by your side until the situation feels comfortable for you. As for Big Brother Cloud, the end result will be up to him."

Sensing the room's unwanted attention, once more, pointed in his direction, Cloud directed a disgusted Mako-blue stare straight at Tseng's head. "My brothers remain free. Rufus receives bodyguard work only. Until the fertility test results come through, the other factor of the deal does not exist. In other words, until I'm proven a bearer, Rufus Shinra keeps his dick to himself. That's the deal. Take it or get the hell out."

Tseng nodded with an air of finality. "Done. Now that the deal is sealed, we can talk about more pleasant things. Kadaj, does your head feel better?"

Kadaj blinked in surprise from his burrow of Father cape. "Yes. I feel better. The pretty crown helped. Thank you, strange man."

Tseng released a weary sigh. "We'll have to work on that. If everyone else feels alright to fly, I would like us to return to Edge. I wish to show Kadaj the house I'm having built for us."

Before Vincent could grab him, Kadaj shot out of his cape, straight into Tseng's surprised arms. "Really? Not a cold, wet cave? A real home of my own? Can Yazoo, Father, and Big Brother live there too?"

Tseng reached up to adjust the jewels to enhance Kadaj's unconscious beauty to its fullest. His voice barely rose above a whisper. "Whatever my love wishes, I shall provide. This I vow until my soul returns to the Stream."

Kadaj's eyebrows furrowed with confusion. "What did you say? I don't understand that language."

Vincent yanked his baby back into his safe embrace and away from the lusty Turk. "It is Wutaian. The language of Tseng's homeland. I shall teach it to you while we stay in Edge. No doubt Tseng will wish the children to be bilingual."

Kadaj's excited gaze darted over to meet Tseng's. "Will it make the strange man happy?"

Tseng met Kadaj's excitement with an encouraging smile. "It would make this strange man very happy."

Vincent tilted his head at the rare sight. "True devotion, I see. Admirable. Worry not, my son. A Turk mates for life."

Kadaj craned his head, so questioning Mako-green eyes could meet loving demonic red. "Is that a good thing, Father?"

Cid wrapped scarred muscled arms around the warm bundle, consisting of a humming Vincent and content Kadaj. His merry gaze drifted over his kin, new and old. "Fuck yeah, Kadaj. Marryin' a Turk was the best thing this old Captain ever did. Bar none."