The Problem with Vincent

By Nanashi, one of the three prongs of the Trio of Terror

DISCLAIMER: I don't own ANY final fantasy people. Although I wish….+

Yet ANOTHER two years has passed by in the FFVII realm after Advent Children. The group has gotten together for a reunion. Yet, of course, some retard has to ruin everything. Teen+ for language and unsettling situations.

Oh, and i doubt if airships have landing gear. I just gave the Sierra some for the hell of it. Sorry if anyone is OOC.

By the way, 'Red' is Red XIII.

Cid steered the Sierra across the sky, looking for a place to land. Yuffie was not feeling at all well.

"Cid! Hurry it up!"

"Eh, shut up. There's a bathroom in back, if you need to puke."

"But Cid!"

"Shut up!"

"But—"

"I SAID SHUT UP, DAMNIT! I'M TRYING TO CONSENTRATE!"

Yuffie muttered a bit and tried to keep her stomach under control to no avail. She launched off to the bathroom. Barret chuckled.

"Who would think a ninja could get motion sick?"

"…"

"What's up, Cloud?" Tifa asked, walking over to him.

"Nothing, just—"

"—Being emo?"

"Well… I wouldn't call it that. I was just remembering… we've been here before. It's where that Chocobo ranch used to be."

"Oh yeah! I honestly have no clue as to how you remember these things, Cloud. I wonder what happened to these people…?"

The intercom crackled overhead, and Red groaned.

"Oy, Yuffie!" Cid half-screamed into the mic. His voice echoed across the ship. "Get your stomach in control and get your ass out here! I ain't gonna be responsible if you get you get your brains splattered on the ceiling when we land!"

Barret dug a finger into his ear and shook it vigorously. "You don't have to Yell, Cid. The intercom amplifies your voice ten times."

"I know. I built it, after all. You don't have to tell me how my things work." He waited four seconds and hit the landing gear button. Then started an uncomfortably rapid decent as the airship plummeted to the ground like a stone. Cloud and Tifa hung onto a rail with all their might. Barret swore and rose off the ground. He then was slammed into the floor from the weight of the deceleration as Cid slowed before the ship hit the ground. Barret regained consciousness.

"You could have taken it a bit slower, bitch. You nearly spilled my brains."

"Too bad. I wasn't trying hard enough. Suck it up. You're a grown man."

"I'll get you for this, Cid"

"Sure you will. And I may sprout bunny ears and a tail," Cid retorted sarcastically. He then turned off the main engines and locked the wheel. "Let's just go and get this picnic done and over with."

Yuffie staggered out, supported by Vincent. Vincent was carrying a rather large picnic basket.

"Cid, you son of a bitch, you call that a landing!" Yuffie cried out hoarsely. "I nearly spilled more than my breakfast!"

"I DID give you a warning."

"Some warning!"

Vincent raised an eyebrow. "Let's just go and get this picnic over and done with."

"Whoa!" Barret muttered. "Déjà vu!"

Cloud shook his head vigorously, trying to clear his head of excess blood. "Let's just go, already. I want to get out of this airship. The LEAST you could have done was put in some seats and seatbelts."

-+END CHAPTER ONE+-

It'll get more interesting. And we'll get to Vincent's problem later. Ciao!