So today we're sitting in our normal 'gathering place', the counselor's lobby. A stupid, stupid place, where our school sents us to let out that 'pent up emotion'. The counselor hasn't come, and I'm glad. We aren't talking. We barely do. At least, verbally. We just look. And we know what we really want to say. I never really say anything, neither verbally or however you may call our way of conversation. I don't have much to say. Can't say I ever have. Sephiroth is sitting only a few feet from me, against the wall, and he is staring at Cloud, who is smiling at Tifa. Of course. Tifa.
I don't know why Sephiroth is around us so much. Nobody talks to him, really, in our way of talking or just normal talking. He is the outcast, and though me, Cloud, and Tifa are also outcasts, he is the outcasts of outcasts. This suprises me, since he is shockingly attractive--- girls like Yuffie swoon over him but they never say a word to him. I wonder what the isolation has done to this man while I yawn and stretch out on the floor. I don't sit on the one couch in the room. Gaia only knows what has sat down on it, and I think this as I'm looking at the secretary's dirty face and an abnormally 'large' person who I can't quite tell is male or female, or if he/she is wearing pants.
I don't quite understand what Cloud sees in Tifa. She is nothing special- just a typical girl, or maybe thats just it. But when Yuffie comes around Tifa completely ignores Cloud, and has, in several occasions, trash-talked him to get a giggle out of Yuffie and her gang. Cloud is a fool in that sense, thinking Tifa really has feelings for him. I'd hate to say I'm jealous. Or to admit of how my heart twists up whenever he does anything, flips his hair out his eyes, gets red in the face when he laughs, even trips. I swoon, in a way.
Now Sephiroth is staring at me with a strange look in his eyes, and I can hear, without really hearing, that he is unhappy. And so I raise a brow quizzically, to ask him what's wrong. He doesn't reply to this. Perhaps he didn't understand. I look away, uneasy at the thought of verbally asking him. I haven't spoken in--- Has it been years? Well, except for that one occasion almost a month ago... Its almost fearful to think of how my voice has changed. Though my body has not, of course. And as the ceiling grows suddenly interesting, since I feel his eyes boring into my back, I wonder if it ever will.
((Sephiroth's POV.))
Vincent never talks to me. Which I suppose is not suprising. He rarely talks to anybody. But there is a difference between him and I. People still talk to him. And not me. Never me. There is a girl, with short black hair, Yuffie, who'll stare my way and smile, but she does not say a thing, or come my way, or do anything more than just that. Smile. Its so aggrivating, as if maybe I'm just deaf, or maybe everybody else is, and they can't hear me sceaming for somebody to just say something. And thats exactly what I'm doing as I stare at Vincent, screaming. Silently screaming.
He doesn't understand and turns away after giving me a look that I couldn't interpret. So maybe its me, maybe I just can't understand anything. Or maybe I'm just trying to find excuses for me being some sort of freak, that nobody has the will to talk to. I think about this, and get quiet, though I'm already silent, I mean quiet on the inside. I can barely feel my heart beat, and it is so slow it seems as if it isn't at all. Nothing there? Thats just what it feels like.
The blonde and the black-haired girl, not Yuffie, making faces and laughing silently, and she is leaning towards him and he is doing the same to her. They are most obviously 'together'. But the way that the girl acts, something is wrong. She can smile to Cloud until her face falls off and it will always be phony. Because though she is saying nothing, she is saying something, and it is not 'I love this man' or 'I like to be around him'. I suppose its rather ironic, how I cannot understand what others are saying to me, but I think I can understand what others say to each other. Like a bad joke.
I figure maybe I should just sleep, and try to forget my situation, but this is a stupid thought, since I can't forget what won't stop happening, or sleep in a counseling office. Probably never will stop. And I keep staring at Vincent, almost desperate now, because he's the only one who seems to notice me. And I do not mean Yuffie's way of noticing. I mean, really noticing me. He's unexplainably attractive, as well, though his skin is so pale, and his eyes are so dark, he's so lean and elegant, and you can tell he's just very smart, without even seeing him do anything, or hearing him speak (And you most likely will not), there's just this aura about him. He's so. Different. Unique. Amazing. Interesting. The kind of amazing that makes me chest explode when he looks at me and makes me run out of words to say.
((Cloud's POV.))
Tifa is so funny. She's always giggling, always moving, there's always something in those eyes. She's such a great person to have around. I love her to death. And oh, Gaia, is she beautiful... This cute, clumsy way she walks and the way she laughs and how her eyes shine when she smiles. Sometimes her friends will come around, and she'll throw an insult at me, but then they go, and she stares at me with that smile again, and I know she was only joking. Perfect. She's so perfect.
Vincent and this silver-haired guy, they always stare at her as if she's some sort of freak. I can tell it bothers her, by the way she seems to get shaky and clams up when they do, and all I can do is try to laugh and cheer her up. I don't know what their problem is. She hasn't done a thing to them. But now, I'm staring at Vincent, and he starts staring back at me, this wierd stare that makes my stomach crawl. It is not frightful or mean. Its almost affectionate. And thats just what creeps me out.
I actually thought the guy was a girl once. Those really pale, flat-chested kind of girls, that are always really, really quiet. Becuase, if it weren't for the fact he was male, I'm sure that would be him. I only found out just a few weeks ago he was male, when he spoke, even though his voice was really quiet. It was very low. And in a way powerful, even though he'd stared down at the floor and gotten red when he said that word. "No, I do not, sorry." Tifa had asked Vincent if he 'liked' her. Because he always stared at her. And he'd just looked at her like she was crazy for what felt like days before finally speaking that, not just staring like a wierdo.
I'm not sure I like him. Or that one guy, who just sits and watches us. They're like mutes. Vampires. Freaks. They never speak. Never even smile. All they do is just sit back and stare at you with those crazy pairs of eyes, one burning red and the other yellow-green. Vincent does look pretty vampiric, I'd say. With the wierdass clothes and the way he acts, and hides his mouth behind this scarf-cape thing. I've never seen his mouth. Or his neck. Probably fangs and puncture holes hiding there.
I mean, what else could be there? Why wear that kind of thing if you've got nothing to hide? I don't know why Tifa is so nice to him, especially since he always seems to bother him. She is probably just trying to be nice to everybody, thats just how she is, I guess. She's such a sweet girl.
((Vincent's POV))
I'm getting tired. Cloud has been staring me down for the last five minutes, which I find unnerving. The door opens, and the counselor enters the room. I groan, on the inside, as she smiles, and gestures me to come. Why me? Can't I go last? When everybody is gone? I plead with my eyes but she does not see, or more likely does not care, as she waits for me to stand. I shoot her a deathly glare at this and stand in the most intimidating manner I could, which I would guess is rather intimidating, for I see Sephiroth's eyes widen slightly. Its somewhat flattering
Yup, bby, reposted and edited slightly.
AerithxCloud couples are just so unbearingly awful I had to make it to Tifa. :3
Things will take a turn. I actually have a direction for this story, this time.