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He waited patiently yet intently for Nanaki’s answer, concerned for the creature as well as what he may bring upon this town and his charges if it was an enemy that could end up following him. But just as he thought Nanaki was about to speak, Lucrecia’s voice sounded in the distance, and his heart leapt. He didn’t have a chance to urge Nanaki to go and hide, as the other had enough sense to hurry off on his own.
He straightened himself before she finally made her way to his location, and he quickly formulated the best partial lie he could manage, not at all enjoying having to do so. He knew she might find interest in the creature, and he would hate to rob her of discoveries she would enjoy, but…that’s not what she was here for, so surely it would be a distraction? It was that thought that helped him excuse his own still present disconnect and sometimes unease with scientific practices. He could respect from afar, especially as it brought results, and he could endure being preview to work when his own job required it. But…it wasn’t his world, and he would never understand everything it involved, nor find comfort in it. And he would dare risk her mentioning the beast to Hojo. He was perhaps the perfect example of why ShinRa’s scientific practices had always left him at a distance, apart from his personal history.
Looking to Lucrecia and seeing that amused look on her face, finding him here alone, he cleared his throat and collected himself, fighting a warmth at his neck. “Sorry, Dr. Crescent–I was doing a perimeter check was all, and thought i noticed something wandering in this direction. Nothing more, which is why I didn’t inform you.” he explained, so she didn’t think he was coming here to be alone or something.
It had been a close call. By the time the two disappeared beyond the edge of the hill, descending back towards the small town below, Nanaki could still feel his heart hammering furiously under his chest.
He wasn’t even sure what was the source of that fright. It wasn’t like he wasn’t used to people, but outsiders were always a whole other kind of matter. More than anything though, it could be the fact that the woman in question was not exactly a perfect stranger. Her scent had left enough of a print in his mind to persist after all those years.
It wasn’t like she could recognize him, of course… and yet, something about that woman, about these people in general, in truth, unsettled him. Was it because they had entered that cave with the strange smell that made his fur bristle on the back of his neck?
“The Lifestream in that place… it’s diseased.”
His mother’s words whispered in his ears, as though she was right beside him. Would that she truly be there… maybe he wouldn’t feel so lost right now.
But observing her and Valentine, Nanaki also could tell that these people were not pure evil. There was a thick cloud of gray between what they represented and how they interacted. Remaining in the shadows in the following days, the beast watched and studied their movements. Never daring to get too close to that sinister big house, he could experience only the most mundane side of the researcher and her bodyguard.
Small strolls around town; most times looking for supplies, and in rare cases simple chit chatting outside in the courtyard. Regardless of the purpose, he could see a certain soft side to the way they looked at each other and spoke, even when the wind was too strong for words to reach his fine hearing. Smiles and faint touches of their hands that had him feel a painful tug somewhere in the middle of his chest.
Was that how his parents used to look at each other, as well? What hope was there even for him to ever know what that feeling truly was like, as the last of his kind? Or was there still hope, somewhere, where he had yet to look? How far away should he push to find anything?
The mere idea of even trying had him frozen on the spot. And along with that dread, was also the oppressing sense of responsibility that kept him chained to these mountains. That need to see things clearly, clashing against his cowardice to actually venture the peaks on his own.
Valentine didn’t understand… But he had something important here. And so, Nanaki’s resolve to ask him to be his escort to the reactor waned. Every new day was a good day to forward his request, but it could always be postponed to the morrow.
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The situation was…awkward, to say the least, but Zack would try his best to hold still while Sephiroth tended to his injury. Zack thought he’d done good at it, too; only flinching a couple of times when whatever antiseptic Sephiroth was using had pricked his scrapes more than what he’d been expecting.
But it wouldn’t be the wound cleaning that’d get Zack to glance up. Instead, it’d bee what followed that’d force a confused blink from the younger First Class as he’d tried to wrap his head around what Sephiroth had said.
“ Yeah, but…why? ” Zack would question before letting a soft, but slightly insulted, huff fall out at that. “ Don’t tell me you guys didn’t want me up here that much that you had to tell the Director not to move me in? I wouldn’t have been that much trouble. ”
Even if Zack didn’t have a problem staying with where he’d been left though. He almost liked sharing a community space with the rest of SOLDIER, no matter how nice and luxurious the penthouse suit here was, which – Zack suddenly twisted his head around, trying his best to look up and down the hall without moving too much.
“ How many rooms did they put up here anyway? ”
“Just three.” The layout of the penthouse had been like this from the very beginning. A convenient coincidence, he’d thought in the past. Or maybe it had simply been a matter of the company deciding from the start that there would never be more than three First Class at any given time. But…
But now, with all of what had happened.. with the bug that Genesis had put in his ear ever since their last encounter during the attack in the headquarters, Sephiroth couldn’t help but think. Think that…
Had the three of them specifically always been meant to live in these rooms from the very beginning?
It couldn’t be, could it? He, Angeal, and Genesis had been brought to become SOLDIER by different circumstances. He, as an orphan taken in by the company, simply happened to have the right aptitude to climb the ranks. The others had followed a few years after, inspired by his fame in the war. A story that could be told for a vast number of candidates who’d never reached the top.
But was it really just a coincidence, or was he trying to dismiss a truth he didn’t want to face? The thought had his frown harden a bit, and his final wipe on Zack’s wound was a bit harder than it should have. Still, he did not apologize, and proceeded to bandage the cleaned bite marks with gauze, finally addressing the question he had originally avoided.
“… I didn’t want their things to be removed to make room for another.” In case they came back, he could add. But those words were as empty as they could be. Genesis and Angeal had deserted; both had already been declared killed in action. There was no ‘coming back’ such as that, even with a successful capture.
Locate and execute. Those were the orders.
How pathetic, he told himself. Fully knowing that, he’d held Zack back for nothing. Some whimsical attachment to belongings that weren’t even his. It wasn’t as if an empty room would urge neither Angeal nor Genesis to return. Clearly, they had left nothing behind that would be missed.
Huffing that self-deprecating irritation through his nose, he finished securing the bandage around Zack’s hand and finally looked up from it.
“But I think it’d be easier if you did move in, now. For the dog.” He added that last bit like he felt there was a need to specify to whose benefit this decision had been made. Pride, maybe. He could still fall into childish behaviors like that.
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Even in such a canine/feline like face, full of muzzle and teeth and fur, Vincent could see the emotion in Nanaki’s eyes. He could tell there was weight to his question, and so…he tried his best to speak carefully, and honestly. “It really depends on your situation, and those in your life you’re meant to honor, or help, or encourage or…please.” he begins.
But he sighs, looking off in the distance, thinking of the day he left home to begin with the Turks, to little surprise of his mother and grandmother, but to great surprise and somewhat offense to his father.
“…If a situation is dependent on you and your actions, yes, it can be very bad. If your failure to do as is expected leaves things to chance or failure, it could harm others, and that would be on you. However, if a situation isn’t dependant on you so much, it may not be…bad, exactly. But, depending on how much expectation you have and from you, it can feel very bad. Almost unbearable, even if it might be right for you.” he finished explaining, looking back to Nanaki and shaking his head. “My situation here is dependent on my professional handling of my role in their work. If I fail, something could happen to the Professors and scientists here, or their work, and it would fall apart.”
His gaze wandered to the distance, the answer he’d received feeling like lead in his chest. The human had voiced what his heart had been telling him for years, and yet Nanaki wished he could shake it all off. The responsibility of his kind was so great, and he was but one lonely cub in front of the greatness of his ancestors. The shadow of his father’s failure cast over him like a dark cape.
And yet, was he not here exactly because he’d answered that call of duty? The two conflicting desires to run away and break free, against fulfilling his given role and restore a lost honor, were threatening to tear apart his young mind.
“Fall apart…” He muttered, frowning to himself, eyes still aimlessly bouncing off their surroundings, envisioning things he’d only ever heard of and never really seen for himself. Of giant towers smoking with foul wastes, surrounded by dry deadland. All life drained around them, and the wallowing of the Lifestream.
“Maybe some things are best left to fall apart.”
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He sighed, shaking his head. “How old are you, again? You’re reminding me of preteen humans in my old town. ‘She’ is just one of the valuable scientists I’m committed to protecting, but that’s just what my job requires.” he explained.
He looked off in the distance, and reflected over how…ridiculous this situation was. He’d never been super sociable with anyone, and certainly not sociable on the job unless an assignment required it. And yet here he was, with a creature named Nanaki, species unknown, intentions questionable but benevolent, and it almost felt….normal. Whilst still feeling abnormal.
He laughed, shaking his head and looking over the scenery. “…She is a gorgeous woman. Yes…”
“i knew it! You humans are so bad at lying.” Nanaki’s features actually displayed a proud grin, like he had figured out an intricate trick from a magician. And perhaps in his relatively young mind, he had.
And the soft laugh he received from the man entertained him further, enough to cause his tail to swivel left and right with amusement, to then perk up into a short moon-like shape in question, the flame not bothering his fur in the slightest.
“Have you told her that yet?” He pressed on, not at all willing to give away his age. How embarrassing it would be, to admit that to this man, he was indeed just a child.
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Schooling his expression as well as he could, to better control the heat in his cheeks, he just stared at the beast a few seconds longer before sighing. “…I will imply again, how unsettling that is. I don’t need to know what all you smell from me.”
And I certainly don’t need you going on about this nonsense, he thought.
“You’re not here to sniff out a man on the job. What are you here for? Is it the thing you were smelling before, the threat, or whatever it was?” he stated, trying to cut straight to the point. It was perhaps fifty percent about moving on from the current subject of him and his relationship with Dr. Crescent, but also fifty percent a desire to actually got to the reason he was here. Because surely, there was an important reason the beast had returned.
He couldn’t be here just for some Turk. Vincent Valentine was an amazing Turk, a true professional, but he wasn’t much as an average man.
One os Nanaki’s eyes cracked open, lips curling into a small grin. “So you don’t want to know whether she smells like she’s in love, too? Alright~ I won’t tell.”
As funny as this was, he knew he probably shouldn’t play like a cat with mouse with this human. He still had that dangerous-looking weapon on himself, the beast could hear its soft clicking under Valentine’s clothes. He had no desire to test it.
“… But to answer your question, yes. I’m still here because of that.” Caving in, he rose his head to look back up at the man. “…It’s getting worse, you know. Stronger.”
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Mate…?!
His eyes widened, and this time, the redness to his skin wasn’t as fought back as it could be. He shook his head, more than he probably should have. He sighed, swallowing, straightening his suit. “She is not my mate. She is my charge, someone I report to and serve, tending to her safety and privacy when necessary, as well as the other scientists.” he told him. “She… She is not my mate.”
He sighed, running a hand through his hair, and then crossing his arms before him this time. “…What did you need to speak about, Nanaki? I assume it’s not my work relationship with the Doctor.”
“You say that, but your heartbeat is so much faster.” Once more Nanaki avoided the question, amused, maybe immaturely, by the reaction he was witnessing. How easily Valentine had begun to fret over his words.
“If she is not your mate, it is at least true that you love her. You smell like you do.”
With that low chuckle in his throat again, the creature lowered its head to rest on his paws, eyes closing in relaxation.
“And that’s how good my nose is.” Yes, he still remembered the man doubting his senses the last time they met. This gave him a very good opportunity to make a point in his favor! “Humans who are in love have a very specific odor. Pretty hard to miss.”
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Trust Sephiroth to be the one to make her day uncomfortably odd. She isn’t sure quite how he’s managed it, his manners and conversation have been nothing untoward, yet there still remains that little tug of subtext she can’t get her head around. As if he seems to know something that Aerith herself does not. For all her perception and emotional congruency, there are limits to what even she can discern - and the cryptic evasions aren’t helping her either.
She thinks she knows to whom he refers, but it’s a far stretch at best - her expression still tinged with a hint of confusion as she focuses instead on the flowers as requested. Even if he did come here at Zack’s behest, or perhaps even as part of a joke to surprise his comrade, why not simply tell her? Why wait for the florist to fill in the blanks and linger in her company in so unusual a manner? Or worse, why toy with her in such a manner when the potential for misinterpretation and outright disaster was just a hair’s breadth away?
Drawing her gaze up to meet him, emeralds locked in silence, half knowing and half in challenge as those slender fingers extended a collection of half a dozen of her finest lilies, emblazoned here in a mixture of pinks and yellows. ❝They tend not to need so much care once they’re cut. A little water, perhaps a little plant food - and you might even get a few weeks out of them, but in the end, fresh flowers are always on borrowed time.❞ A beat passes, her shoulders rising in a conspiratorial shrug. ❝…but then again, aren’t we all? ❞
As darkly observant as it is, the ancient hums, eyes closing to break the otherwise painfully intrusive stare and resume the smile which had accompanied this entire exchange. ❝ Oh! And tell him I said hello, won’t you? He may not be conventionally green-thumbed, but I trust him to do his best. ❞
The somewhat grim words elicited a small chuckle behind lips sealed into a smile that wouldn’t reach the eyes. Looking at the selection the girl had presented, Sephiroth produced a couple silver gil coins, of the ShinRa print.
He offered the payment… which he had purely guessed, to be honest, but being ready to add to that if necessary. How much would something this rare be worth in this city?
A slight tilt of his head asked for silent approval of the exchange, while once more he looked at the flowers. Surely him walking in back to headquarters with a small bouquet in hand would cause a few brows to shrug in his direction, but it was a reaction he’d tolerate for the sake of his friend. Besides, Zack’s own response would be the true reward.
“It’s a promise, then.” He answered her request with a small nod. “Hello from… the flower girl?”
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He stared at the book, eyes only slightly widening in surprise, before he simply raised a brow. He observed the book but was still unsure of its content. Was it…a dictionary? Or a story book? What exactly did they even attempt to teach him through books?
He hesitated a moment longer, observing the child as he was presenting the book, before finally, taking it carefully. “I can do my best, I suppose…. Some of my explanations may still confuse but…we may manage to…figure it out.” he opened the book, flipping through it for the moment, then looking back to S. “Was there anything in particular you were wanting an explanation for right now…or is this…an extended ask?” he found himself considering. Was he agreeing to let this young boy come wandering around for questions, without thinking it through?
Could he really say no, even if that was the situation?
The child remained silent after the other’s question; his eyes blinked, confused and still so cat-like slow while he elaborated the man’s words. He really did word things in a strange manner sometimes.
“Start with this one!” Taking the initiative and dismissing the matter, he brought the book back to the first pages, where a few words had their description covered in thick black lines of dried glue, unable to be read. He pointed to one of the top ones that had caught his interest.
“What is an ‘ac…cident’? Ack-cident?”
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He was glad Nanaki was at least not sticking to stubbornness for any ulterior reasons, given his admittance to the danger of staying here. There was a silent weight following that admittance that left him almost wanting to press, but he left it be. Looking down at the bowl, he seemed to reflect for a moment, even if very briefly, in only a matter of seconds, on whether the place he’d found himself now was one to be proud of.
He was one of the top agents in his field, as he had striven to become, through amazing feets and dark deeds…and yet, here he was. He was assigned by his Director and partner, to this…dead job of being a body guard for reasons yet faced, with the occasional thrill of trailing a subject or two, request info and so on, or getting a moment to see an inch or two of the scientific wonders…and horrors going on beyond his paygrade, leaving him wondering what part if any did his late father play in any of these things.
Now…? He’d…made…a civil connection with a talking creature, and was just invested enough to know he did not wish to see this being cut open or studied from a cage. Was it a part of his job, to turn Nanaki over? He didn’t think so. He would rather not, most certainly.
Those few seconds of thought, however, were interrupted by Nanaki’s words. He raised a brow, just the tiniest bit amused, and a tad proud, that he gave off an intimidating energy. The assessment, however, felt off.
“Caring…seems like an overstatement. Let’s just say I’m inclined to reason and consideration more than others, in this instance…” he answered. He clearly didn’t see himself as a caring man. He didn’t see himself as uncaring, either, but…The past few years had involved many levels of practice in disconnect, which he had mastered and made peace with. He didn’t see the point in deceiving Nanaki in this. “I’m just a man who prefers to act, or not act, in ways that serve the most logical and useful outcome…”
“You still try to lie to me, why is that?” Nanaki threw Valentine a dirty look then. “Is it a bad thing for a human to have feelings? I have been watching you, you know.”
His head tilted to accentuate the implications to his words. Yes, the woman, ‘Doctor Crescent’, as he’d heard her called. Over time, the Turk’s presence by her side seemed to have only gotten more frequent. Nanaki was young, but not entirely a fool.
“What is it that you’re afraid of, Vincent?” He asked, using the name he’d discovered, when the woman had called him so.
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“Your want means everything to me.” he answered, honesty abrasively clear in his tone. “You’ll learn to understand why, when the time is right. But you are correct. This was my idea, because I perceived it to be the best option for all you needed right now. But your choice matters as well. You have gotten out…if there is more you wish to see, perhaps you can see it….but understand S…unless you wish to claim that cage you just broke free from, you have no home. They never gave that to you. So you will have to take it.”
Silence followed, as he allowed the boy time to take in his words, try and understand their meaning, and respond as he saw fit. But he also saw no reason with overloading the boy right now. He would speak, he would explain, he would remind him of his options, and then if need be, he would leave the boy be.
He would need suitable nourishment soon, something suitable that didn’t overwhelm his body given what he was used to with his diet. That would be what Sephiroth would make priority next.
That is, if S chose to stick with him. If he chose to return to the manor, then Sephiroth would have to return him, no matter how he himself would rather not. Sephiroth knew the reasons to hate it, to imagine it in flames….but S did not have those reasons. Not yet. And it was not yet the time to lay those upon him.
He glanced towards the entrance to small building S rested in, and considered giving him space once more.
“You’ll learn to understand why, when the time is right.”
“Once you get better, you will be able to go outside. Be patient, S.”
“Not now.”
Not now. It was always the same excuse. How often did he have to hear this? How much more of this imprisonment did he have to endure?
“You have no home.”
That couldn’t be true. He refused to believe something so unbearably painful. The mere attempt to wrap his head around this and regard it as truth made his chest feel like it could be ripped apart.
What meaning was even there to being alive, if he was bound to feel this empty sense of not belonging, of caging, wherever he’d go? Was that what Sephiroth meant? If so, maybe it’d be better to not be there at all. Not just here in this dead place, but anywhere.
And that thought was the scariest of all.
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He grinned faintly, taking it as a compliment even with the comment about having to compensate for their lesser traits as predators. He just nodded carefully. “I’m glad you enjoyed, and hope it keeps you fed for a little while. However…I can’t help being a little worried, for you. What will you do if I can’t offer more of something later? I don’t mean to sound…as if I’m sending you away, but…wouldn’t it be smarter to move along, to find better good sources?” he questions carefully.
He gathered the ‘clean’ dish, ignore the wet from the slobber, and setting it aside to take back later. “I don’t mean to send you away, truly, I just…” he looks around, gaze drifting in the direction of the mansion, even if it wasn’t seen from here, “…I suppose I’m concerned its more dangerous for you here than it was originally.”
Truthfully, he wondered if certain instincts weren’t supposed to spark fight or flight, sending a creature such as him either home, or onward to somewhere more safe. But he wasn’t exaggerating. They’d both been careful when they’d met up now and again, but he could tell….some of the scientists interests, namely Hojo’s, were drifting towards hunting for specimens to test his great many theories on, far too many projects waiting for subjects to use.
And…Nanaki shouldn’t be one of them, and he knew, were anyone to find out about him, he would certainly become one. And what exactly could he do to stop it? It wasn’t within his expected responsibilities nor was it any part of his chain of comment, to be able to make any suggestions or demands if the others were to find Nanaki.
There it was again, that nagging thought that had never truly left from its unpleasant spot at the pit of his stomach. No matter how good the meal, Nanaki would never feel rid of it. It was a good thing he wasn’t in the position to attempt and drown his woes on binge-eating.
“… You’re not wrong.” He admitted, ears swively at the back with a guilty look, not really rising his head to make eye contact. His body deflated with a new deep sigh, one far less content now. To tell… or not tell? The scenario went in circles in his head.
But for the time being, he decided to dance around the matter some more. After a pause to get over that inner debacle - or at least shove it aside - the creature briefly lifted his nose in the Turk’s direction.
“When I first met you, I thought you looked pretty scary for a human. But you’re actually a very caring man, aren’t you?”
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He resists a sigh, but at least with this question, he doesn’t have to straight out lie. He could tell a truth, even if it was to be a layered one. Retracting his touch after realizing it had not-so-positive effect on the child and was therefore ineffective, he looked about his coffin before shaking his head. “No. Not simply because of you. He’s not fond of most people–you could say…he dislikes everyone…even me. But he has to deal with me.” he finishes explaining.
That beast was still writhing against his push, even now as they spoke, and that left a sickening dread in Vincent’s stomach, as he watched the boy. His control seemed….firm, for now, but he wasn’t sure how much longer he could endure testing it. He wasn’t even sure what would come, what damage this beast would really be able to do, if he lost control.
“No one can really know what’s in the mind of others….so…try not to worry too much, when you can’t understand people.” he advised absentmindedly, not really considering how the cryptic nature could come off confusing.
“Then I won’t. I promise.” S said, and no one would understand just how deep from the heart he spoke, even for something so small. This lesson was bound to shape him into the man he was bound to become. And while the child had little to no role models in his life, a part of him thought it wouldn’t be so bad if that man was even a little close to the who sat before him now.
“Oh!” Completely carefree of his oath now, the child whipped his head left and right, casting all other matters aside then to pick up the big old book that was among his things and presenting to the man. “I have this, too. The Doctors gave it to me so I can learn, but… some things are too strange. I want to ask you to explain it to me. Please?”
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A rather kind and almost, almost boyish smile tugged at his face as Nanaki showed his gratitude, as if the one touched was not the serious and committed Turk, but someone far beyond and underneath the suit he adorned every day. He just nodded. “You’re welcome… I can…do what I’m capable of, however… I’m not sure how many times I could do this in the future. The Professors and Doctors may be rather focused on their work, but they’re no fools… I imagine they, and other staff, would eventually grow to notice.”
He sits there for a time, glancing at Nanaki eating but mostly minding his business to leave the creature to eat in peace, and his gaze still tracked around to ensure they weren’t being watched.
Then he considered for a minute or more, before asking, “…Is there….no wild life here for you to hunt…?”
It could be a population issue, perhaps too many creatures had been killed off by other predators or locals, who knows. But there was a suspicion that he was hesitant that Nanaki would confirm, echoing back to his warnings of the energy here as the cause… Perhaps the animals had been run out. Perhaps there was nothing for him to hunt here. Then Vincent had to wonder, if it were true, why was Nanaki even still here…? Surely it disturbed him, and now there was the issue of food and survival on top of other survival instincts.
But he kept his mouth shut, thinking to himself. These shouldn’t be his concerns. His concerns should be staying with those working in the mansion, and ensuring their safety and privacy, and cleaning up their messes. Anything else, was….truthfully, against his orders. He shouldn’t be here. And yet…he was.
The plate was soon emptied, and even then, Nanaki had nearly no hesitation in letting his body get touch on the ground, one paw holding down the container with its weight while guided by his nose, the creature carefully lapped his tongue all over the smooth surface, searching for every small bit of flavor left clinging on it, occasionally even gnawing tentatively at it, though soon releasing any pressure of his teeth as soon as recognizing, regretfully, that he was chewing on inedible materiel.
The careful ministrations to the plate slowly moved on to his paw and front legs, alternating grooming them with wiping them against the side of his nose, trying to move any crumbs and tasty scent where he could access it; cleaning his whiskers, and working on the bits that had gotten stuck between his teeth. Not a word in return throughout the process, Nanaki clearly engrossed in that personal ritual.
Finally, he let out a satisfied sigh and let his body roll on the side, head rubbing against the grass with eyes closed, taking deep breaths of relief.
“If there’s any, it’s hiding well. Or way too big for myself alone.” He grumbled, at last, bringing his attention back to the human. “But cooked food… it really does not compare. That meat was melting in my mouth before I could even chew. It’s incredible what human beings can do to compensate their week fangs.”
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He was surprised, then just faintly amused by Nanaki’s eagerness expressed in that please. He noted the look of him, the animalistic body language. He wasn’t happy with this situation of needing help for food, he could imagine, but he certainly wasn’t a fool enough to be stubborn about it.
He huffed a short laugh, and then carefully nodded. “Alright… It might take me a little bit of time, depending on who I might run into on the way to get it…but I’ll bring it back here, within the next hour hopefully. Alright?” he offered, standing then and dusting himself off. He hesitated a moment longer. “Just…don’t worry… I’ll get the food here, one way or another.”
With that, he didn’t waste time returning. The doctors were busy, so he wouldn’t bother them right now. Hojo would just ignore him any and every day, and Dr. Crescent was so invested in her current work, she wouldn’t be social for some time. All he really had to deal with were interns and other employees wandering about. He simply let them know he did a small perimeter check but had to return to address some things with one of the towns people, and so then he’d have to get back out.
Few questioned him, as he held up to his reputation as a professional so managing to acquire the tupperware with food was simple, and he slipped back out once more. And it was only barely an hour later when he returned, so he was able to keep his original promise. He made sure to wander a bit, lest anyone be following him, like when Lucrecia caught up to him during one of his meetings with Nanaki. There was a brief moment of guilt, of feeling like he was doing something wrong, sneaking about.
But really, he saw no harm. It wasn’t usual, but clearly the situation with Nanaki was no threat. So he returned to where he’d left him, looking about, before taking the lid off the tupperware and sitting it in the grass. He would wait for the creature to come forth on his own, keeping an eye on his surroundings as he waited.
Sure enough, Nanaki didn’t take long to make himself known, leaping down from a nearby tree and pointing straight at the nice-smelling plate on the ground, stalking close at a quick trot. The deep sniff was more out of pleasure than caution, so hungry as he felt, possible risks of being fooled into a trap completely went over his head.
He paused just once to look up, back at the Turk, with one deep nod of his head.
“Thank you.”
Before hunching down on the plate and starting to practically inhale the leftovers the man had offered, in a cacophony of masticating and swallowing noises. His tongue occasionally poking out to wipe at the juices and crumbs catching in his whiskers, before giving space once more to large fangs to grapple on the meats and vegetables and tossing them at the back of his throat to be gulped down.
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He was bound to the young boy, and so even as S wandered far, there was that tether, that instinct, which would draw Sephiroth to him. But he would leave him be, to his own personal choices and attempts of comfort. He would have to learn. That was the core point of all of this anyways.
It was three hours after he’d felt S settle, that he used that connection to follow, drifting at great speed until he could sense him within one of the of the old buildings. And so he lingered outside, a few buildings away. He knew, the best option was to have S find his way, to test himself and to push and learn. If he forced him, it wouldn’t change anything.
So, when he thought he heard shifting of a young figure, he decided to wander just outside the building he was resting in.
“If you regret coming along, then perhaps you should be returned. Would you really prefer those empty halls, your restricted interactions with your few friends there?” he asked calmly. “Truly, S…consider what it is you want most for yourself, in this very moment.”
The spot on the strange bed he’d found had just begun to gain some warmth under him when that voice reached and penetrated him with the same ease and disturbance of a cold draft. Instinctively, the boy flinched, squeezing his eyes shut to let that ugly feeling pass. And as it did grow subtler, he shot a look left, right, to the wall.
The man was outside, yet somehow, his voice reached him as though he was right there with him. How was this even possible? Was he actually a ghost?
The things he said were confusing too. Why did it sound like it was all entirely up to him? Would it really be as easy as saying it, if S wished to go back? Would he just return him as he said?
Or was this a trick…? He still remembered the way the Doctor spoke. It was a bit like that… was this Sephiroth also trying to trick him?
“What does what I want matter to you?” He challenged him, staring straight into the opposed wall with a hard frown from where he laid. “This was your idea! I just wanted to get out and go home!”
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Vincent was, truthfully, too shocked at first to really do anything about the advancing figure of the red beast. Once he realized what he was doing, he almost pushed him off, but it seemed like it would be harsh, even if Nanaki was crossing boundaries. He just scrunched up his face like a pouting wince, half expecting him to lick his face when he realized he was sniffing Vincent’s recent meal still on his lips and his breath. He felt just faintly embarrassed, thinking he probably should have brushed his teeth.
The wet nudge of the others nose made him finally open his eyes, and wipe the wetness away. He sighs, sitting up as much as he could when Nanaki began to back off.
“It’s…it’s…an old recipe. I made for myself, and some of the assistance in the manor this evening–just, creamy chicken with cooked vegetables. Do you…want some of it? I still had a lot left over that I was going to save for tomorrow, if it’s appealing to you? The others apparently prefer quick, simple meals, so… I’d be the only one eating it.” he remarked, using his sleeve this time to wipe over the corner of his mouth, as if he could still feel the presence of his wet nose.
“I can’t promise I’d always have something cooked–I…really don’t cook often, working here.” he explains to him, before he answers.
“Please…!” His ears flicked back, defensive. He didn’t like to beg. Nanaki was profoundly aware of the embarrassing whine that whistled through his nose whenever his frustration and desire for something became overwhelming.
But good heavens, the name of that recipe was absolutely mouth-watering. And in his case, it wasn’t just an euphemism. Drooling would be even more embarrassing than whining, if he gave it time to happen.
He stepped back some more, to sit heavily on his rump, while looking very much expectantly at the Turk with very focused eyes. As though he expected the man to pull out a plate right from his pocket and serve him immediately.
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