This is the first part of an idea I'm currently working on.  The next
part will be an attachment in HTML so that the italics and other nifty
little changes come through.
  Basically this came to me as an idea of 'what if' Vincent didn't get
shot by Hojo?  What if he killed Hojo that early, and decided to raise
Sephiroth?
  I'm probably going tack on a few more short chapters like this before I
quit, because I heart simply isn't in FF7 stories.  If, however, someone
is willing to finish it in the guidelines I will set, then they're welcome
to.
  This is rather rough, so take heed!


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Final Fantasy VII; Such a change
By myrriden
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Chapter 1

	The light flared in his eyes, making him blink. "Lucrecia?" 
	"Right here," she whispered, kissing his cheek. He held her close.
"Well, now, Vincent! This tells me something I'd rather hear from those
lovely lips of yours." 
	"I love you, woman," he grunted. "Will you be mine?" 
	"Always and forever." she broke the embrace, and bounced off the
bed. "I have to get to the lab early, Vincent. Hojo came up with another
experiment from Professor Gast's work. He asked me to help him." 
	"Alright." Vincent too, slid out of bed, grabbing his blue pants.
"Mary asked me to train some of the new Turk recruits. She doesn't have
much faith in that young fool Tseng. It's about time, too. He's still
searching for Gast and that Ancient." 
	Lucrecia sighed, "Why don't they forget about them? We have enough
information from Gast's work. What more can we learn from those poor
souls?" 
	Vincent snarled, "You mark my words, love. Hojo is searching for
power, only. He doesn't care who it kills as long as it makes him famous.
He'd kill those two, or subject them to horrible tests. Personally I'd
die." 
	"Silly. I'm sure Hojo knows what he's doing. He's a sweetheart to
the rest of us." 
	"That's because he feels you are of his own species," Vincent
growled. "You know how he feels about you and I!" 
	Lucrecia bent over, and gave him a kiss. "I'll be back soon,
Vincent." 
	Mary swept her black hair back behind the nape of her neck. "Well,
here are the new recruites. Killjoy Rude, Adrianna Morians, Bill Archer,
and 'Slim' James Hoople." 
	"Damn, Mary," Vincent groaned. "They're a bunch of kids! Hey..."
he pointed at Rude, "How old are you?" 
	"23, sir. he replied. 
	"What weapons training do you have?" 
	"Extensive training in all materia types, weapon drills in
projectile weapons." 
	Vincent glanced at his registry, "You have a child?" 
	"Yes, sir. I'm training him to join Soldier." 
	"Good for him." Mary interupted, "Anyway, my young friends, you're
about to try and join the Turks, a _very_ exclusive company working for
Shinra as the 'protectors'. As a norm, we are the best Shinra have to
offer. You'll all be trained and tested for some period, maybe even coming
with us at times. 
	'But the Turks only employ four at a time, so only one to two of
you will be able to join. We'll be waiting for Korrie to arrive. You will
adress the three of us as sir, or ma'am respectivly. Anything to say,
Valentine?" 
	"Of course," he grunted. "Listen to her kids. The rest of us
Turks, except possibly Tseng, will probably go easier on you than her. She
lost her maternal instinct a long time ago," Mary flashed a cruel smile,
"But I'm a real sweetheart." The recruits looked at the imposing figure
dressed in the customary blue suit with something bordering on disbeleif.
He looked even more cold than an iceberg, and twice as treacherous.
Compared to him, a blood crazy doberman seemed a pleasant thought. "One
more thing. None of us lie. We have no reason to. We tell you something,
you had better listen and heed it. Other than that, we should get along
beautifully." 
	He turned his back, and ambled of. Rude to the opportunity to ask
Mary, "Ma'am, I may be speaking out of turn, but may I say something?" 
	"Go ahead." 
	"He scares me much more than anything I have ever seen." 
	"Good." Mary smiled, giving the poor recruits the impression of a
field full of rabid tigersharks. 

	Vincent stretched his arms, focusing all mental energies through
the muscles, feeling them untense, eager for movement. 
	Years ago, he had been the best hinra had to offer, single
handedly saving some idiotic pilot and his wife from a burning plane
singlehandedly. After several more feats that amazed Shinra, he was
drafted into the Turks, and joined almost immediatly when one of the
leaders died on mysterious circumstances. 
	Vincent was charged for the murder, but several testimonies stated
he never lied, and the true murderer was discovered, thanks to Vincent's
own discovery. He joined immediatly, and set about making the Turks the
most feared company on the planet, easily overcoming the newly emerging
Soldier corps, people showered with Mako energy. 
	He'd been hard put as leader of the Turks until Mary and Korrie,
two friends from his old days, joined. Korrie had been his old girlfriend,
but after a marriage to another man and three kids, all of whom but one
died, she was ready for a new career. Mary joined simply because Vincent
was a legend in her hometown, and she was determined to become just as
famous as him. 
	Korrie took time off to care for her son, but Mary stayed by his
side, making overtures of friendship. The truth of the matter was, Vincent
absolutely scared her. She knew nothing could stop him if one day he
decided to kill her. 
	Then Korrie recruited Tseng, a man who knew almost nothing of war,
but learned quickly. He and Vincent disliked each other due to Tseng's
lust for power, but recent years had tempered his wanting into a
simplistic desire to be the best at his job. He knew he could never
replace Vincent, who was just too good. 
	Vincent never liked killing. He did it simply because it was his
job, but he took no pleasure. That was the simple reason Mary and Tseng
never gained his friendship. They enjoyed their work, even the killing.
Korrie just considered it a way to pay bills, and as she had no intrest in
him anymore, he was willing to become her friend. She shared her worries
and secrets with him, and he always gave excellent advice. 
	But he scared her. Vincent was so cold, always so cold and
distant. When you spoke, he gave you the feeling your words were being
anylyzed and memorized for future use. But she cared about him, and
trusted him absolutely. 
	A sudden snap of his wrist against the wooden dummy shattered it.
Sighing, Vincent set up another, wanting to return to his memories. 
	Everybody was so scared of him. Always around people frightened by
his coldness. It really wasn't his fault. He had emotions, and felt
empathy for Korrie's problems. For this reason only did he try to help
her. 
	Then she introduced him to Lucrecia, the most beautiful woman he
had ever seen. Her soul, unlike other people, was so pure. Clean of the
influence of the outside world. From the start, Vincent loved her. 
	Her eyes, a glorious green that shined with a energy of pure
goodness, of the planets holiness. She walked with complete grace, her
stiff Shinra design smock seeming to come alive under its own power to
carress her. 
	It was not long that she submitted to his charms, perhaps seeing
how lonely he was. She was never scared of him. Never afraid he might snap
and kill her. Never afraid. She was his dream. 
	"Hey, man." A voice interupted his thoughts, "Sir, I mean. Sorry
'bout that. Dude, do you like know martial arts and all that?" Vincent
turned to see 'Slim' standing in the doorway. "I'm asking 'cause I'm from
Wutai. My poppa taught me martial arts when I was a kid, y'know. My bro
took to it more, but he's destined to be the leader or some shit o' Wutai. 
	'Poppa wern't to pleased when I joined Shinra, but he didn't argue
much wit' me. But, do ya know martial arts?" 
	Vincent nodded, "I've studied it." 
	"Wanna spar?" 

	Rude smiled at the picture of his son, Reno leaned on his
shoulder. "Man. Your kid's cute. Think he'll be bald like you?" 
	"Hmm. I don't know. My dad says baldness is hereditary, and I lost
all my hair when I was seven. Maybe." 
	"Hah. My kid's got this bright red-brown hair. Musta got it from
his mom." Reno pointed at his dark brown locks in emphasis. "How 'bout
you, Morians? Archer?" 
	"I don't have any children, Reno." Archer smiled, "Though I have a
girl I plan to have a future with." 
	"Shaddup, Archer," Adrianna giggled as his hand slid up her leg.
"Turks can't date each other." 
	"Where does it say that," Archer asked. 
	"Good God, Slim! What happened?" 
	Everyone turned at Reno's statement to see Slim standing against
the door, grin still present, but faded amidst the bruises. His arm was in
a splint, and a tattered bandanna held his leg straight. 
	"Damn, guys," Slim grinned, "Never ask Valentine for a fight.
He'll kick ya ass. Then I was stupid enough to ask him to train me a bit
in off time." 
	"He beat the shit out of you?" 
	"Over-estimated me," Slim corrected. "'Cause I stood up so well in
the fight. But that was the level o' my endurance. Once he started to
train me, I collapsed, and sprained my knee. Lucky he had an Elixer on
hand." 
	"Man," Reno whistled. 
	"Damn straight," Rude blinked. "That Valentine fella gives me the
creeps. He's so scary...and cold! He reminds me of a vampire or 
something." 
	"Or something," Adrianna shuddered. 
	Slim grinned, "Oh well." 

	Vincent laid full on the bed, a small smug smile spread across his
face. Lucrecia was due anytime now. The wine was ready, the ring shined,
the minister locked up, a bit angry, but ready to tie Vincent's and
Lucrecia's knot. 
	In fact, he smiled as he heard the door open and close softly,
there she was. 
	Lucrecia paused at the doorway, "Vincent?" 
	Her voice was so sad. What happened? "Yes, my love?" 
	"I need to talk to you." Instantly he was off the bed, holding her
hands. 
	"What is it? Are you hurt?" 
	"No," she smiled weakly. "I'm fine, Vincent. But...I have news for
you...you won't like, I'm sure of it." 
	"What is it?" 
	"I'm pregnant," she whispered. 
	He reared back, surprised, but smiled fondly, "Why would I..." 
	"It isn't yours, Vincent. I...didn't cheat on you...it's an
experiment." 
	He sat on the bed. 
	"Hojo...said that I was the only one...he discovered Jenova cells
made people stronger. He said he needed someone intellegent and strong
enough to bare the child...I accepted it, Vincent. I need to do this
Vincent...if it works...the strongest child..." her eyes were filled with
tears. "I'm sorry...I should have asked, but I was so excited! The
chance..." 
	"I..." 
	She collapsed in a chair, "I didn't realize until it was to late
what it would do to you, Vincent. I was so greedy, I didn't think of you." 
	This irked him, "Never, Lucrecia! Never could you be greedy. But
the chance to be a mother was too strong." She was so surprised, she
didn't see the tears on his down-turned face. "I...I love you, Lucrecia. I
wouldn't stop you even if I could." 
	"Vincent...I'm so sorry..." 
	"Promise me, though, in nine months you will be mine, and mine
alone." 
	"I..." 
	"Promise?" He looked at her, showing her the tears. 
	"I...can't, Vincent! What about my child?" 
	He turned away, "If it must be that way, Lucrecia...I won't be
greedy...I can share you with someone who needs you. But...as long as you
will be my wife...I will gladly accept whatever the fates throw at me." 
	Lucrecia came over and hugged him tightly. "I...love you,
Vincent..." 
		End of Chapter 1


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