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Okies so here it is Vincent was a happy go luck little kid that grew up into a rather attractive perv of a teen. Girls seem to hold a particular fondness in his heart. Though he has been known to glance at some guys that had the 'right look' about them. He makes friends easily and gives everyone a chance to talk. He likes different things but at the moment is very interested in his feild which is science believe it or not. He takes lessons from a trainer on how to fire his gun that Seraph bought him and spends most of his time out with frends away from home. Not much time for idiots Vin will tell you off if you do something stupid and tends to defend his friends with vicious intent when they are attacked physically or otherwise.

Vincent's family consists of me Seraphina_Angel and several other "kids" I have seemed to accumulate over the past few years.


First off we have Sephiroth his brother from the Disney Baby world. These two get along the best out of all the kids I have it seems that Vincent sort of looks up to him as a role model of sorts. I can undersatnd that completely as Seph is a calm and very organized individual who helps people even when he should be helping himself.


Next we have Adako he comes from a place called Teyco Santuary. He's a curious little bugger who seems to always find a way to get in the way while you are trying to do something fun. Vincent doesn't dislike Adako they just don't hang out that much since Adako hangs out alot with what Vincent refers to as "the other one".


After Adako we have Sephiroth or should I say "the other one". He also comes from Teyco Santuary. I was fortunate to have gotten him since originally he had another parent looking out for him but after she gave him up he had no home so I couldn't resist I brought him home. He's a bit more eccentric then the others. That's a nice way for saying he's down right weird. He as far as I can tell hates women completely. I guess that stems from being left by one. Vincent is terrified of him and won't go near him a least not without Seph there to back him up.


Then we have Mei Ling she also comes from the Teyco Santuary. She is a sweet and bright little girl. Also curious like Adako they seem to get in alot of trouble together. For the most part she and Vincent get along fine unless Vincent pulls her tail then it's all out war.


Next on the list is Yomi he's a Ticuruhes. What that means is he is half human and half animal. Since he's an Issdan he is half snake. He and Vincent don't really play together cause Yomi likes to play with his spear a bit much for Vincent's tastes.


And last but not least we have Naruki who is a Feather Child. She is a free spirit to say the least. She doesn't have much to do with Vincent as he's not old enough for her to flirt with. *shakes head* That girl never lets up.


What can one say about Axel besides he is an individual all of his own. He lives off on his own but is still family no matter how much he tries to deny it. He pretty much does his own thing so he doesn't really influence Vincent at all since they don't even really talk ever. I wish they would have moreto do with each other since I had hoped Axel would except us as family but with how violent he has been lately maybe it's not such a bad thing that he doesn't.

Scrooge: Scrooge is a Christmas Bun'bii that Seraph gave to Vincent shortly after recieving it.
It's a cute floppy eared bunny that has a fairly sweet temper considering his name. Typically he'll sleep at the end of Vincent's bed, doesn't get into too much trouble, asides from when it decides that it wants to sleep in a space that Bishkit has staked out for himself. Then lookout, it's a tornado of furballs... but still so cute!

Goober: Goober is, erm, a pudding. He's slimey and is often squished down into Vincent's pocket, pulled out at random to gross people out.
He was Seraph's first ever pet, but seems to have taken a shine to Vincent since his arrival in the household. They made very quick friends, and now go everywhere together.

Demir: A bishkit, Demir is often lovingly refered to as simply "Bishkit". He's the foxtype, and lives up to the curious nature of all foxes. You can often find him rummaging through both Vincent, and Terra's things. We're also quite certain he can be attributed with the destruction of at least two of Terra's fluffy stuffy plushies. It was very heartbreaking.

December 30th, 2004: - Vincent was brought into the family.
July 15th, 2005: - Vincent grew!! Handsome little devil. whee
November 27th, 2006: - Vincent grew into an adult! Though he's not as excited about it as I am. ^_^;;

August 23rd, 2005

Ok here it is journal. There are just too many cute people in the world. I don't think I will have near enough time to get to know each one of them and well that is kind of depressing.

Oh well I think I will just do my best to get to know them all in my own special way. Besides why wait the person who will be your love of your life might be standing right next to you and you wouldn't know it cause you never even said hi. I just am not like that.

Had an interesting run in with a guy Terra was taking to the other day. He seems put out by this tattoo he has on his face so I left him alone. Not to mention he couldn't seem to take his eyes off Terra so the fifth wheel decided to take a hike. He seems nice if not a bit weird. Oh well I don't care if he treats her well.

Big party tonight at one of the girls in my classes house so I am taking off now.

Vincent

A Growing Thing!

Shifting uncomfortably in his bed Vincent squirmed a bit. Man his PJ's were sure wrapped tight today. Rubbing at

his eyes he sat up. His hair fell in it's accustomed waves down over his shoulders but something was different now.

A small frown creased his brow as he looked down and realized his toes were wiggling back at him from a greater distance then

he remembered them being. What was going on and why did his clothes not fit anymore?


Yawning a bit in her tent, Terra stretches slightly, not realizing how close her hands came to the pink material. Turning

to her side, she wriggled in her nighty a bit, wondering why it no longer reached her ankles. Must have got kicked up while

she slept. Ignoring this fact, she flopped onto her belly.

... Well, that was an odd and almost painful feeling. Giving out a soft cry, she lookeddown, eyes widening.

"HUH!?"


Pulling away the blanket he took a better look at himself. What in the heck was going on. His normally long PJ's were now

only to his kness and man were they pinching his......

Pulling at the fabric to try and relieve the stress they were causing he accidentally ripped them. Slapping the blanket back

down over himself he blushed a bit. Well I guess my legs weren't the only thing to grow.


Terra buried her face into her pillow. Bad dream, bad dream, bad dream... her mind repeated to her over and over again. At

least the sleeves on this particular night gown had been loose, so the circulation in her arms were retained. She felt

odd, her chest hurt now, and her limbs looked long and gangly. At least in her own mind. They were thin, slender and

relatively soft looking, but all

Terra Branford - Timid? No. Refreshingly reserved compared to my counterpart says:
she could think about was how awfully disporportionate they should be to the rest of herself.

Which she refused to look at.


Wriggling under the blanket he fought his way out of the rest of his PJ's and disposed of them. Once the discomfort had been

taken care of he wrapped one of his blankets firmly around himself since he had no clothes.

"Terra." he called softly as he scooched to the edge of the bed.


"What?" came a quiet, muffled voice from in the tent.


"Ummmmmm I have a problem." he said marvelling at how his voice had changed.


"What's the problem?" Terra wasn't even paying attention to the idea that Vincent didn't sound like.. well.. Vincent. She

just knew it was him, no one else talked quiet quiet like that to her. Especially if it sounded like he had done something

bad.


"Well can you come out here. It'd be easier to show you instead." he called back trying hard not to freak out that his crotch

was starting to hurt in a funny way.


"... No." the reply was quick, almost panic-striken.


"Why not?" he asked getting up off the bed. If Terra wouldn't come to him he would go to Terra.


"I... I don't feel good." the squeakish voice returned back.

Inside the tent, Terra was wondering why she had kicked out the blankets... then remembered it was summer, and so very ...

very... very warm. Seraph had never gotten her summer nighties really, and so she had been making comfortable due in the

long cotton ones.


Kicking the blanket out of the way he flopped down in front of the tent zip and began to fumble with it to open it. Dangit!

he couldn't think with how funny his manpart, as Seraph called it, was feeling.

"Huhwah?" Terra leapt from her sleeping spot, cringing slightly as the nightgown shifted up her thighs more. She set the

lock in place as Vincent fumbled about.


Vincent frowned as he heard the lock click down. "Terra I can't get in if you lock it." he said exasperatedly.


"You can't come in anyways. I'm sick, you'll get it too." she flitted off quickly. It was a legitimate excuse..

right?


"You are not sick. Though your voice sounds funny." Vincent said irritated as he pulled on the lock again. "If you don;t let

me in Terra I will get the hunting knife daddy bought me and cut the door out. This is important."


"No! You can't do that. Vin it's really not a good idea for you to come in here. Not right now, maybe later!" didn't want

him to knife off the lock. Then it would be broken, and then all the awful things could get inside..


"Then open the door Terra. I need to talk to you. It's important." he said more forcefully. He hated it when she locked

herself in that stupid pink tent.


"But... but...."


"No buts Terra open the door." his voice had taken on it's usual commanding tone he used on Terra. She needed so much

guidance he thought with a sigh.


"..." she hated that voice, it made her feel so damn small. Sighing she tugged on her nighty a bit, pulling down to

mid-thigh at least, before unlocking it. But bloody hell was she opening it. She pulled back a bit so she was sitting

further back in the tent to give her friend room.


Yanking down the zipper he pulled the flap open and climbed in. Blinking into the pinkish light he stopped half way into to

the tent and stared. That wasn't Terra! That was some woman pretending to be his friend.


Holy.. what the... Vin was taller too! Hey! Internal dialouges of relief flooded through Terra's head. She wasn't the only

one who was suffering this indignace. She then noted his shocked expression, nose wiggling up in the fashion that only Terra

could do.

"Told you I was sick..."


"That's not sick Terra. It's weird." he said his lips pulling off to the side in a contemplative manner. Maybe all the kids

were growing up now. So they could all be big people like Seph.


"... Yah well..." she shifted uncomfortably, tugging at her nighty hem again, not sure what to say.


"Maybe all the kids are growing up into big people." he said voicing his thoughts even as his eyes drew inevitably back to

where Terra was tugging on her nighty.

Wow her legs looked really nice in that nighty he thought as a small cramp appeared in his crotch. Owie! That had to

stop.


"Maybe... that would make sense... I think I remember Mulan saying something like that. When she turned into a teenager,

some of the others did right around the same time..." her hand retreated from her nightgown hem, to grip lightly her other

which was propping her up from the ground.


"Well maybe we should go and find out." he said with a nod as he began to back out of the tent. The now painful bulge in the

blanket getting in his way. Dangit! Now that it was bigger it sure was getting in the way. Accidentally knocking it he felt

tears well up his eyes as the pain shoot straight up his stomach and into his chest making it hard to breath.

Collapsing to the floor he grabbed at his crotch in pain.


"Oh my God! Vincent!" Terra gave a soft yelp as she crawled her way out of the tent, plopping down next to him.

"Oh.. oh no.. oh... should I get Seraph?"


Nodding through the tears he bit his lower lip and concentrated on trying to get the pain to stop. Man this hurt more then

when Terra kicked him.


Terra touched his shoulder, worried, and used her free hand to grab at her cellphone which was thankfully outside her tent

crumpled in her blankies. Pulling it up, she just stroked his arm lightly, trying to help him relax. If it was like a

charlie horse, then a clench like that certainly wasn't going to help him.

Yay for rapid dial. Terra punched in Seraph's number, and hoped he was near.


Rolling a bit cause for some reason it helped Vincent gritted his teeth.

Not far from the castle Seraph picked up his phone. "Hello." he said his voice crisp and clear with the

melodic hint it always had.


"Seraphy? Vincent and I grew up.. and Vincent is really really badly hurting.. and I don't know what to do!" Terra's still

young sounding voice was full of fear and worry as she spoke to her mother's companion, and her caretaker.

"Help?"


Raising an eyebrow Seraph couldn't believe that Vincent had already hurt himself and it was only 8 am.

"Ok Baby doll I'll be there in a second if he is bleeding get something to compress it." he said and hung up as he swung his

mace and caved in the nasty imp demons head in. Damn things needed to stop coming around here.


"Alright..." she clicked the phone off and looked at Vincent. "Seraphy said to put pressure on it."


"Pressure on it?" he squeaked out. Was the man insane? It hurt to even cradle it let alone squeeze it.

Teleporting to the castle he made his way up and into the room. He was sure it wasn't that horrible an injury

as Terra sounded still mildly calm. Something she didn't do when Vincent was hurt seriously.

Walking in the room he stopped short looking at the teens before him. Oh crap here we go he thought.


"Well... I don't know.. that's what he said..." Terra frowned worriedly before hearing the footsteps enter the room. Looking

over with grateful eyes, Terra then flitted back into her tent."Seraph's here."


Looking up at his dad, his teary eyes were huge. "It hurts daddy and it won't stop." he said his voice trembling. He wanted

nothing more then to huddle in a ball on his fathers lap but he just couldn't get up or even squirm over to him.

Trying hard not to laugh at the predicament he knew had happened to Vincent and well he had already had this

talk with him. However nothing can prepare a person for the real thing.

Kneeling by his son he laid a calming and healing hand on his back. "It's ok Vincent I will take care of both of you now." he

said quietly.

Terra fidgeted in her tent. No way was she coming out now.


The pain eased in his crotch and he felt the tension release from him. Oh that felt so much better he thought as he was able

to finally stretch out his legs and not pull a muscle.

"Terra come out here you need to hear this as well." Seraph called gently. Damnit! Selona you think you could

warn a guy about these things?


"Do .... I have to? Can't I listen from in here?" she asked quietly.


Vincent sat up and rubbed at his shoulders. This was just weird. "Daddy what happened to us? Did all the other kids grow up

like us?" he asked looking at his fater with now huge questioning eyes. His mind was still young and would soon catch up to

his body but for now he needed to have an explanation for his childish curiousity.

"Yes Terra it will make it easier." Seraph replied calmly.


"Fine..." she sighed, crawling out of the tent again, grabbing her blankies there and worming up cocoon style in

them.


Once they were both sitting in front of him he addressed them "Ok you probably noticed that you have out grown your clothes

and are now having thoughts and feelings that before were foreign. I also know that with this brings a lot of awkwardness

that before wasn't there. However I want you to understand that the things that seem uncomfortable now will soon seem

normal." he paused to think of what next to say.

"You both have grown into teens while you may notice that several of your friends have not. This means that you will now be

more then just friends to these people. You will be an example for them to follow so please make sure to think of this before

you follow through with any actions you may be interested in." He said in a voice of all seriousness.


Terra... had no idea what he was talking about. Weird feelings? The only weird feelings she had was her stupid nighty being

too short, and her limbs being ugly and long. Geh. Well.. it sounded important anyways..


Being stared at like that made Vincent feel like he was being judged by the action he hadn't even done yet. Daddy was scary

right now.

Staring at them in all seriousness he watched as they both took on their own thoughts of the situation.

Deciding that was enough his face broke out into a smile that was warm and happy.

"But besides all that just remember to have fun. That is what life is for."he said happily scooping them both into a

hug.


The hug wasn't quite the way she remembered it... but it did the trick. Terra made her happy noise regardless of herself.. a

mixture of a coo and a squeak... and grinned in spite of herself.


Vincent gripped his father tight. All of this was kind of scary but if daddy said things would be ok then they would be ok.

His father had never lied to him and he didn't think he would start now.

"Ok our first order is to get you guys something to wear so we can go shopping." Seraph said standing up

taking the kids with him. Giving them a kiss on the top of their heads each he took the opportunity to get that in before

they out grew all of that mentally as well.

This has been a while in getting done but it's here now so I guess that's what matters.

A hurtful Thing

Reno was just coming out of the back door into the garden, hands in his pockets to protect the only thing that he felt was keeping him calm. He didn't even stop looking around for the officer of the house with his new laws till he was hidden in a slightly overgrown area by the green houses.

Parking himself on the floor and leant against the small hut and withdrew his pack of cigerettes, not waiting a moment to light it and take in a deep drag. Aaah, if it weren't for the relaxing effects of his cig, he'd have lost the plot by now!


Vincent had been sitting in the garden enjoying the cool evening breeze while thinking about all of the changes that had ocurred the past few weeks. With the leaving of DK his children had mostly been out of control, and by children he meant mostly Lucifer and Reno.

Looking up he noted the appearance of the red head in question. Watching him from the shadowy area on the wall to the garden he had decided to inhabit he smirked. Cigarette break.


The red head couldn't help himself but let out a long, relieved groan as he exhaled, closing his eyes and resting his head back against the wall. He didn't even notice Vincent nearby, too busy concentrating on relaxing. Being a rebel really took it out of you, not to mention everything else that had occured recently.

Red eyes followed the line of Reno's neck down to his open necked shirt. His finger tips tingling from the memory of that soft skin Vincent gritted his teeth. No! Sexual activity was definitely a no. Last thing he wanted was to 'change' during sex and kill his lover.

He had to be careful. He just needed to avoid the temptations in front of him. Looking away he took a deep breath before looking back and finally saying, because this was starting to become creepy, "Better then sex?"

With a sigh he realized what his smart mouth had just said. Why would he bait the teen about something like that?

Damnit.

Reno didn't jump much out of his skin, instead, sitting up straight and eyes wide open, cigarette quickly being moved so he held it behind his back in a fast attempt to hide it. It was just a reflex now, especially with how Seraph was always on at him about it.

What did the p***k want!? He took sex away from him! And now Lucifer was on a more murderous rampage with him being the main target.

"No, not really.. Only thing I got though besides this hand I guess." Reno grinned after realising it was Vincent, waving his right hand in the air.

Looking at the hand waving in the air Vincent's gaze became a little hazy as his mind slipped for a second back to when Reno use to greet him on his way to school. Coming back to reality he took another deep breath and shook his head slightly to clear it.

"Then maybe you should go out more often." he replied casually coming up into a crouch on the wall.

Reno snorted a little and laughed, taking his cig out of hiding and placing it in his mouth for a moment while he ran his hand through his hair. "I would but the places I go, the sheriff would kick my a**." He replied as a joke, but had a bitter tone to it.

His view on Seraph had completely changed. He had looked up to the angel, but since that day he came back and threw his Dad out of the house, he had become a total a*****e. Then again, he wasn't exactly helping by going along with everything. A small smirk tweaked at the corners of his lips at that thought. Like hell he was going to be nailed down!

Vincent listened quietly as Reno spoke. He knew the teen hated the new Seraph and that he wanted nothing more then to go to his father, but that wasn't possible now. The angel was always watching them to make sure they never did what he told them not to do.

"Well it's not really like you to ask permission either." he replied in the same tone he used for everything, quiet and calm.

"Oh, he wouldn't give me permission even if I asked." He chuckled, taking another deep drag from his cigerette. If Vincent didn't want him smoking around him, then the adult would just have to leave or live with it for a few moments. With how things had been between them also, he needed the break! Getting Vincent to crack even a chuckle was hard enough these days.

"What you doing out here then, yo?" He asked, trying to make conversation.

Looking away from the teen again Vincent frowned a bit. What was he doing out here? Was it that the castle had become less his home and more his prison of late? Or was it just that he needed the breathing room?

"I suppose I needed my own quick fix as well." he responded as he brought his deep red eyes back around and into Reno's own dark ones. His meaning was all too clear. He just needed out.

"Ooooh, you too huh? Can't blame ya." Reno grinned all the more, stubbing out what was left of his cigerette and still keeping his eyes on the other. Honestly, sometimes the things weren't worth the money. But they did a hella good on his nerves.

"I can give ya a good fixin' though, yo." He couldn't help but say, sticking out his tongue and winking. It was just him to make comments like that, weither it be to a girl or to a guy, it didn't really matter.

"I'm sure you could but then I'd have to want you to, wouldn't I?" Vincent said never taking his eyes off of Reno even when that tongue poked out from between the lips he knew so well. Hopping down off the wall the tall raven haired man walked past the other young man.

As he went though he took the packet out of the shirt pocket he knew was there. Flipping the carton over in his clawed hand he sighed. Why he wouldn't quit these nasty things he would never understand but he did know he could get a fair rise out him now that he had taken them.

"Darn, and here I thought I was sexy enough." Reno pretend to pout before he couldn't help himself but smile, feeling a little awkward inside. Well, he did get dumped and he never managed to make the guy fall in love with him, so he guessed that part was true.

He was brought back out of his thoughts though as his cigerettes were taken form him, wides widening. Wah! If Vin did anything with them, he'd die right here and now if he could! "Noo! Don't steal em from me, yo!" Reno protested, getting up and making a grab for them.

Moving his hand away so that the teen wouldn't hurt himself on the metal glove, nor reobtain his prized possession, Vincent retorted quietly "Oh no, Reno you are sexy. What with your lovely odour or nicotine and yellowed finger tips. Who wouldn't find that irresistible?"

He was trying to show the young man his mistake in using these to satisfy his needs but instead he realized he sounded more like a nag.

It's just that he did care about Reno. Lung cancer was a serious illness for a young man to be susceptible to.

"I dont have yellow finger tips!" He scoffed, pouting a little that he didn't grab his packet. "And that smell is like a home kind of smell. Comforting old ages and all that!"

Well, he did smell like an old man who smokes, with that cigerette smell and all that. But it wasn't all the time!

And even if he did quit now, he'd only just cause alot more stress! When everything was back to normal, then he'll quit!

Which wasn't likely going to be ever. "Come ooon, just give em baaack!" He whined playfully, jumping forward and latching onto Vincent's arm to keep it still while he tried to retrieve his goods.

Shifting the cigarettes to his other hand he kept them out of Reno's reach. It wasn't helping his condition to have him pressed firmly against his own body but Vincent could handle that.

"No. You don't need them. It's more of a habit then a dependence. Besides you juat had one. You don't need them right away." he said turning to walk away even though the other man was attached to his arm still.

"But you won't give them baaaaack unless I get them back nooow!" Reno whined, attempting to climb up the other male's arm like the little monkey he was. He dragged his feet along the floor, even as he wrapped an arm around Vincent's neck to make a reach for the other arm, hoping it would stop Vincent from walking away with his packet.

"Come on! I don't get to smoke as much anymore! Atleast be happy about that!" Being so close to the raven haired adult was something he had longed missed, but his playful manner would have to wait until he got his cigerettes back!

Reno's clinging body was becoming more and more disturbing to him as he moved closer and further over his body. Vincent flicked the cigarettes into his cloak where they disappeared and thus freed up his hand to help push the red haired monkey off him.

Putting him at arms length again he gave the teen a look over the collar of the fine red cloak. With half his face hidden he looked mildly animalistic with bright eyes peering out over the fabric.

"Eh? Whoa!" Reno was trying his best to not fall to the floor as he was pushed at, finding himself at arms length anyway. He watched his cigerettes disappear with a slightly sad look on his face, whining all the more. "Awwww.. Does this mean I ain't gettin' them back, yo?"

Looking at Vincent, he didn't seem effected by the look he was given or how animal like the other appeared. He was used to angry like looks, so why would something like this effect him? Hell, it could even be a turn on.

Placing Reno back down on the ground gently Vincent replied "No." As he moved away and leaned against the wall he had just exited.

Pulling his cloak closer around him he disappeared within the folds and did his best impression of indifference. His body still tingled from where it came in contact with the teen. That was the past he needed to teach his body to forget.

Giving the other male a grumpy look, Reno sighed before putting his hands in the air in a submissive motion. "Okay! Fine! Keep em! I'll just have to buy somemore and hide them from ya." He said, turning about and walking as though he was about to head back to the castle.

However, it wasn't even two steps as he suddenly turned and went for Vincent's cloak, pulling it open and delving his hands inside to search for his stolen packet. "Gimme em back!"

Eyes widening as Reno grabbed at him, Vincent snapped his hands up and out in a shoving motion. What did the teen think he was doing. No touching!

"Hey!" Reno retorted to the shove, grabbing Vincent's arm as he stumbled back a little, taking the other with him. Oh it was on now! There was no need to bloody push him!

Still keeping a hold of the arm where it was, he ducked under it,quickly sliding under the cloak now chance had revealed itself and would dodge the other hand if it tried to grab at him. If he wasn't going to give them back willingly, then he'd have to go in and get them back himself!

And so Vincent lost it. The other was touching far to much of him and dredging up feelings he had done much to bury. Grabbing back at Reno he did his best to dodge the questing hands and fingers of the teen.

"Stop Reno....... You..." he began but as the fiery young man continued on he became more desparate. Drawing his hand back he snapped it out and caught the red head across the face.

"I said stop!"

The red head's hands immediately stopped when his head was wiped to the side by the blow to his face, the smirk that had been forming also disappeared. It was getting to be like old times when they'd play fight, or tackle one another, so why the hell did Vincent have to do that?!

"Ow..." Came Reno's delayed response, crouching on the ground as he placed a hand on his cheek and doing his best to not look thoroughly shocked. No doubt, he had been slapped before by girls, but this hurt in a different way since it was by Vincent.

Vincent froze. Had he just done what was now becoming a harsh reality?
He had hit Reno.

A sickness began to swell in his stomach. Why couldn't he be normal anymore? "Reno...... I....." he began and stopped. Any apology he could give would just sound like an excuse and to him that would be a disgusting cop out. He had hit the young man because he was afraid of what he represented to him.

"It's fine. Ain't like I haven't been slapped before." He sighed, standing up straight, hands in his pockets.

Breathing in deeply, he held onto it for a moment before letting it out, wishing that he had his cigerettes back right now with a wistful smile. He just couldn't understand why Vincent was like how he was.

He showed signs of being almost like he used to be but then followed it up by being a major grump. It seemed like he couldn't even touch the other man now.

Growling in frustration at how helpless he felt Vincent turned away from Reno and slammed his fist into the wall taking out a small chunk. All he could do was hope that it would be enough to help calm the now raging emotions inside of him.

"No! this is not alright." he said angrily as he laid his other hand flat against the wall.

Reno jumped a little, cringing at the rage now radiating from Vincent as he slammed his fist into the wall.

It was less then a second before he moved next to Vincent, leaning a bit so he could try and see the male's face, making sure not to touch him since that seemed to piss him off.

"Well, it is my fault for not listening, yo?" He replied quietly, keeping his voice calm and face straight. "I just didn't know you don't like being touched now."

Heaving a deep sigh Vincent looked over at the red head with such pain in his eyes any person might think the man was baring a sorrow that could cripple your average soul.

"It's not that I don't like it...... it's that I like it too much." he said after a long moment of contemplation. "It's dangerous for me to feel. It makes me do things......."

Crossing his arms, he leant against the wall, still looking up at Vincent, his face serious as he listened to the older man.

The sadness in his eyes made him frown inwardly, feeling guilty about how Vincent thought about his touches.

Thinking it over for a moment, the red head shifted so he was leaning on his back, looking over the ground. "Why's it dangerous? Cause of Seraph? That who you're worried about?" He asked, looking up again at Vincent in a curious manner, trying to get the full picture.

Shaking his head Vincent laughed bitterly. If Seraph was all he had to worry about he could handle that, but this...... this unnatural sensation he got. The animalistic desire to tear into the soft flesh under him, around him, now that was something altogether worse.

"You wouldn't understand......." he told Reno as he leaned his forehead forwards and onto the back of his hand.

"How'd you know I won't if ya know gonna tell me, yo?" Reno replied, tilting his head a little. "I may not get maths and s**t but I know some stuff atleast.. Or I hope I do anyway."

He couldn't help himself but feel a little distrusted by his best friend. If he was still wanting to be that anyway with what was supposedly going on with the adult.

Shaking his head a bit frustrated Vincent looked at his hand for a moment before straightening up from the wall and turning to look at the teen. Well if he really wanted to know then he'd just have to make it plain to him.

"Because Reno you couldn't even begin to understand what it's like to feel an almost animalistic pleasure when you slap, someone who once was your best friend, in the face." he began quietly. "Because when you see blood you don't get excited."

He continued but now took a step towards the slender young man. "Because no matter how hard you try Reno you can not understand the desire to rend your claws through another human beings very skin until it is tatters. That is why you don't understand, my dearest friend."

He stopped just inches from Reno's face with his own. His eyes catching the moolight just right so that they seemed to glow a soft blood red.

Reno tried to keep his face straight the best he could, unable to truly not become intimidated by what the older man said and the look in his eyes. Even as he came closer, Reno did not break eye contact once, his face serious and body giving away slight signs to say he was shocked.

It was a few seconds before he even moved, eyes flickering down to the ground and a small smile on his face before he looked up again. It wasn't that he was smiling to mock what Vincent had just said, but to try and add a little comfort, which on Reno's face, never seemed all that much of a difference.

"You're probably right, I dont think I could understand that much. Probably not even a little unless ya open up a bit more or it happens to me." Reno replied in what unnatural serious tone. "But you gotta understand yaself, I still wanna be best friends with you atleast and I'm still gonna be around. I wanna help ya Vin if I can."

"You can't." Vincent replied to Reno's comments before turning away from him and starting back toward the castle. He simply couldn't keep this up. He needed out before he did something he would regret further.

"Hey! Wait just a minute!" Reno called, jumping from the place he was leaning against and reaching forward to grab for Vincent. He didn't want him to go yet! He had only just started to open up to him again. Surely there was something he could do to get Vincent out of this beast nature that seemed to be conquering him.

"There has to be something! Have you even tried yet!" He said, grabbing the red cloak of his friend.

Continuing on his way to the door Vincent mummered back over his shoulder "I already have tried something. It's why I am walking away."

Focusing again on the door with renewed urgency he moved a bit quicker to the steps leading in.

"Walkin' away ain't exactly something, yo!" He growled a little through gritted teeth, tugging on the cape to get him to stop. "It's just gonna get worse if ya run from it, ya know!"

Really, Reno was surprised that Vincent was being like this. He had always thought the male was a stronger character and not usually one to hide from his troubles.

Swatting the cape out of Reno's hands Vincent came around snapping his clawed glove up and around the teens jaw. "And yet it is all I can offer you right now. So be wise and back off!" he snarled before releasing him and turning back to the door.

Pushing it open he moved inside and down the hall.

The red head's eyes widened in surprise when the other suddenly turned on him and grabbed his jaw, the bottom of his stomach falling as he was snarled at. When the grip disappeared, Reno only remained on the spot for a second before he began after Vincent again. "You could give me my cigs back atleast!" He retorted, not looking impressed.

It was just an excuse to follow after Vincent since he didn't really want to leave him.

Snatching the cigarettes from the inner pocket he threw them to the floor as he moved quickly to the stairs. Vincent didn't care if they got ruined he just wanted away. It'd likely be better for the teen anyways.

Stopping completely in his tracks, the red head looked confused and if not, a little hurt that Vincent just gave him back his cigerettes.Looking down at the packet, his frown seemed to break a little, looking like he was about to cry before he laughed to himself, not in a happy manner though. So he was eager to get rid of him, even returning the "death sticks" to him.

Picking up the packet, he just headed for the nearest lounge, taking out a cig on his way. He'd try again maybe, but for now he could just burn some holes in a sofa or two for now.

Making it to his room finally, Vincent closed the door quietly wandering into the blissful silence.