Title: Eyes
Summary: It started off with an interest in the strange man's eye color but developed into far more than Vincent could have possibly comprehended when he decided to follow Cloud into the rocket scientist's house.
Warnings: Oh, so much could, can, and will happen here... Brace yourselves!
Disclaimer: I own little: ideas, uh...guess that's it.
Side Note: This starts from where Cid and Vincent meet and will progress throughout the game to reveal their in-depth relationship. I'm going to try to stay as close to the game as I can; don't kill me if I stray a bit, okay? I'm doing this from memory because I'm too lazy to look it up.
Standing beside the blonde that had pried open the lid to his coffin, Vincent watched as he spoke to the meek scientist. She was a lot like Lucrecia; soft brown hair tied up, an adoration for science, a need for-
His concentration was cut off when a new blonde man came running into the house. Honestly, there were never so many blonde people running around back when he was in the Turks, but there seemed to be a new one everywhere he turned.
This one was different, though...
Even from a distance, his enhanced senses could pick out every scent on the mouthy, loud, uncivilized man: smoke from the cigarette dangling from between his lips, black grease smeared across his pants, a hint of fabric softener on his clothes, almost hidden underneath the smell of denim, cotton, and leather. The man obviously had no manners, Vincent concluded as he watched the blonde, who was just barely taller than Cloud, if you did not count his ridiculously unruly hair, berate and scream at the mousy woman.
He was tempted to stand up for her, to protect her from such degradation. No woman should ever be treated that way. ...But, he had yet to forget about what happened the last time he tried to stand in the way of a couple's "love." Granted, the scientist did not look like he was into the same kinds of activities that Hojo was. Alas, that was thirty years ago. For all he knew, the blonde could have been an ever bigger psychopath than Hojo ever was.
The blonde began to rant about ShinRa and the Space Program while ordering them to drink the putrid tea placed in front of them within the same breath. He tried not to listen to the blonde's words as he spoke to the supposed leader of their group. He watched them carefully as they spoke to one another.
Cloud's eyes were a simple, bright blue; almost an electric blue that surged with energy that threatened to swallow him whole. His young body showed that he was not normal. Most people did not show the same kind of mannerisms as the stoic blonde. It almost appeared as though he was lost in himself; unsure of what to say or do at any given time if let to himself long enough.
The other blonde, on the other hand, had a different shade of blue. His eyes almost seemed to reflect the sky; a sunny shade of blue that grew brighter and she spoke to the man who pulled him out of his coffin about his creations. He had to admit, it was an impressive thing to behold. Definitely not his color, that was for sure. ...And he could do without the images of female silhouettes everywhere. But, when one lives in the shadow of their broken dreams, which looked strangely like a phallus, one would do whatever they deemed necessary.
He narrowed his eyes as he watched the loud-mouthed blonde light a fresh cigarette before taking a long drag on the filter. Did he not know that those things could kill him before he ever reached his dream? He followed Cloud out of the house, wondering if the leader was truly going to give up on getting the Captain's plane before ShinRa could get their grubby hands on it. Perhaps it was all a ruse? Something about the spiky-haired blonde was off; there was something dark lingering just beyond the surface, just out of sight. It made the hair on the nape of his neck stand upright.
He paused as he heard the woman call for them. Was that mousy girl actually suggesting that they steal from the man that she took a verbal lashing from dailiy? The young girl that both he and Cloud were traveling with jumped at the offer, flashing him with a bright grin as her gray eyes locked with his own crimson orbs.
...She was far too cheery to be accompanying them to save the planet from its destruction. Well, he was only there for his chance to kill Hojo. Planet, her voice was peppy and grating and she just would not shut up! He followed Cloud as they ran over to the plane that Palmer was trying to steal. ...He sure was a repulsive man, Vincent thought as he pulled out his pistol and aimed it at the fat, laughing man. He truly should not have been laughing, not only was it unsightly with all of his girth jiggling, but downright stupid when a mere twitch of his finger will send a bullet dead between his eyes...
Review if you want more. Short, I know, but this is my standard teaser: it lets you see whether or not you would want more without killing more than a few minutes of your time.
