Like the Snow: Chapter 1

When Yuffie tore open the door with a worried face and she and Cid saw Vincent snowed in with his strange cargo, the two of them agreed for once; Yuffie screamed and hid behind Cid, who unceremoniously slammed the door in the face of the red-eyed man.
After the black-haired man stared at it for a few minutes, it opened a crack again; the ninja girl eyed the unconscious Yazoo suspiciously, whose lips had now turned an unhealthy bluish color, and the silver-haired man was trembling like a leaf.
"He won't hurt us, will he?"
Vincent shook his head in the negative, a small shower of snow falling from his head and vanishing with the wind, only a few snowflakes held stubbornly in his night-black hair.
"I don't think he would be able to do that even if he woke up."
The white rose of Wutais gave the descendant of Sephiroth one last suspicious look, but had to admit that the trembling bundle in the arms of her red-eyed friend looked about as dangerous as Cid's beloved mint tea and pushed the door wide with a sigh of fatefulness.
"You can put him in the bed in the guest room, you sleep in your coffin anyway, right?"
With a nod he agreed with her and stepped over the threshold, he strode past the kitchen, from which Cid Vincent's silver-haired load over the rim of a cup of mint tea looked over with suspicious, reluctant looks, and carried her injured enemy up the stairs to the upper one Upstairs of Cid's house, where Yuffie and Vincent stayed for the winter.
When he arrived in the guest room, in which his coffin stood next to the untouched bed, he carefully laid the smaller one down on the soft pillows of the guest bed so as not to strain his wound, at first he hesitated to cover the blood-stained figure with the white sheet but when he glanced at Yazoo's frozen blue lips, he wrapped Jenova's descendant in the warming blanket.
Then Cid will have to wash them again.
The image of Sephiroth groaned in pain and turned on his left side, his long silky hair flowing like a silvery tide over his narrow shoulders, which caught Vincent's gaze for a moment.
Like a woman...
In fact, Yazoo's slim, tall stature made him look very feminine, the silky hair, long eyelashes and snow-white skin only emphasized this.
The black-haired man interrupted his examination, left the room, shaking his head, and went down the stairs, then followed Cid into the kitchen, where he was in a bad mood brewing his seventh cup of mint tea, when the red-eyed man entered, the shera's pilot gave him a dirty look .
"Why are you bringing him here? He's sure up to no good, what if his weakness is only faked?"Vincent looked blankly at his friend.
"I don't think he's up to anything, he looked so ... lost. And, can you fake a fever?"
Cid was silent and stared morosely into his cup. "If he does anything, I'll throw you off my airship!"
Vincent ignored the empty threat, after all he knew the pilot.
"What do you do about a fever? I can't remember it, my last illness was too long ago."
Cid frowned thoughtfully.
"You have to put an ice pack on his forehead, he has to be kept warm and then swallow some disgusting tablets, I think I have a few more in the bathroom cabinet, should be on it."
The black-haired thanked him with a nod and went upstairs again, this time into the bathroom; After just a few minutes the red-eyed man was sitting with an ice pack and a stack of tablets, on the packaging of which, next to an unpronounceable name, there was also 'Against fever'.
The main thing is that it helps ...
Carefully he brushed the unconscious hair's soft hair from the forehead and placed the bag filled with crashed ice there, then looked helpless from the mountain of tablets to the now healthier looking Yazoo.
How am I supposed to give him all this now ..?
But before Vincent could continue to think about how he could infuse the little one with the medication, his problem resolved itself, because the silver-haired man suddenly opened his maco-green eyes, looked around confused and stared at the black-haired man in horror when he saw his gaze fell on him, with a cry the image of Sephiroth crawled backwards until his back hit the wall behind him.
"Get away from me, vampire!"
The addressee looked at him in amazement.
"I'm not a vampire."
"You have red eyes!"
The panicked gaze of Jenova's descendant fell on the purple coffin that stood against the wall.
"And you sleep in a coffin!"
Vincent watched annoyed as the silver-haired man pressed himself even closer to the wall and protectively pulled the blanket between himself and the newly appointed "vampire".
"I don't drink blood."
Yazoo looked anxiously with his eyes for an escape route, he finally feared that the red-eyed man was not the only Avalanche member who was nearby.
"Things can always change..."
Vincent growled open a box of pills and threw a couple of the different colored fizzy pills into a water glass, which he held out to the image of Sephiroth angrily.
"And you look like a dominatrix in your patent leather and leather clothes. Drink."
The disc gasped indignantly, every thought of escape and danger was forgotten.
"It's a combat suit! And it looks a thousand times better than the tattered rag on your back!"
Vincent inwardly rolled his eyes, even Yuffie kept urging him to throw away his riddled cloak; why did no one understand that no one else could protect him so well from bullets and other things?Since he was still stubbornly holding the glass out to Jenova's descendant, the latter could no longer ignore it and eyed it suspiciously over the edge of the protective bedspread.
"What is that?" He asked the black-haired man in a hostile manner.
"Medicine."
The silver-haired man's left eyebrow twitched.
"You and your troop sent me and my brothers back into the stream of life at our last meeting and now you sit in front of me and seriously believe that I drink this?"
Instead of answering, Vincent pierced the descendant of Jenovas with a look out of his piercing blood-red eyes and continued to hold the water glass, in which the various pills had now happily dissolved, in front of the still quite pale, flawless face.
"And who says you don't poison me?"
Again his counterpart was silent, Yazoo rolled his eyes in annoyance and grudgingly reached for the glass.
"What the heck ..." he mumbled and choked the bitter liquid, which, as he noticed, apparently left no damage except for a disgusting aftertaste, down as quickly as possible, then he handed the emptied glass back to the black-haired man with a disgusted face .
"Against what is this new brew supposed to help?"
Satisfied, the red-eyed man put the glass back to the pile of tablets before answering in his usual monotonous voice:
"Against the fever."
Yazoo put a hand on his forehead in disbelief and, as soon as his fingertips had touched the heated skin, flinched back in horror.
"I am a former part of Sephiroth, I will not get sick! What have you done to me ?!"
The "vampire", as the angry injured man had called him so nicely, lifted the ice pack, which the silver-haired man had pushed quite roughly from his forehead during his escape to the other end of the bed, from the soft carpet.
"Perhaps an image of Sephiroth is less disease-resistant than the macro-infested original?"
With these words he pressed the slightly thawed bag into the free hand of Yazoo, who was still shaken and felt his forehead, and got up.
"The bathroom is the second door on the right, there you will find everything you need to clean your wound. Since you are throwing accusations and evil looks around you again, I assume that you can walk yourself?"
The silver coin took his hand from his glowing forehead and pierced the black-haired man in response with a bitter glare of death, but instead of falling to dust like a real vampire, Vincent just looked at him in amusement, then he left the room with a billowing coat.
The silver-haired man looked furiously after him.
What does he actually think of me? Do i look so weak?
With a quick wave of the hand, the descendant of Jenovas threw the bedspread aside and swung himself out of bed with one smooth movement, whereupon the world around him blurred into a vortex of various colors; shortly before his legs stopped working, he stumbled on to the edge of the bedside table, on which colored medication was piled up, and took a deep breath until the tornado of color settled around him.Yazoo stared in horror at his trembling hands.
What's wrong with me?
With unsteady steps the disc moved carefully to the door and, after sending a short prayer that no one would see it in this state of weakness, entered the stream of life through the ajar door.
After he had found that his prayers had apparently been answered, he hurried down the hall and was about to open the door that led to the bathroom when it suddenly swung open and hit him in the face with full force, to make matters worse, the metal one bored Doorknob painfully near the barely healed wound on his hip; black dots danced cheerfully in front of his eyes, he stumbled back and felt his legs give way, buckling powerlessly under his weakened body and leaving him to the force of gravity.
The last thing he noticed before the world around him sank into gracious darkness for the second time that day was the familiar rustle of a cloak and the coldness of the metal claw that wrapped itself around his shoulders.

Ha, finally typed another Kappi! I just don't have time for myself TT I'm going to bed an hour late again, well, I'll still sleep more than the rest of this weekend, because my 3 and 5 year old cousins ​​have made every effort to keep my sleep less than to reduce the bare minimum ...
Nyo, I hope you like it and I'm happy about every pick that jumps me on when I log in in the evening ^^