Disclaimer: If only I won the lottery. Maybe then i'd be able to own rights to FFVII.
Homework
Out of the whole AVALANCHE "family", there was no doubt that Vincent was the smartest. Thus making him a great homework-helper.
Everyone else in the group was of no use to the two children, Denzel and Marlene.
Cid was only useful when you wanted to ask him about every brand of cigarretts on the Planet. When asked, he can name all 147 of them. A skill he took great pride in and often boasted about, but one Tifa frowned upon, saying 'Be a rolemodel to the children for goddess sake, Cid!"
Which leads me to Tifa. Nibelhiem wasn't a village with a good education system so Tifa wasn't very well educated. Not that she was stupid or anything. Not being able to name a couple of cities on a different country wasnt neccesary life skills. When living in Edge, it all amounted to street smarts, not book smarts.
Same thing for Cloud, but he was a little bit more lacking on the street smarts side.
Yuffie... Well, lets just not go there. At all.
The kids knew better then to go to Barett for anything ELA related (or ANYTHING school related because he was a class clown back in his school years), it didn't take a mad scientist to figure THAT one out.
Which leaves Vincent being the safest option here. It was also common knowledge that Vincent had a dry sense of humour, which was something the poor young boy didn't understand.
It didnt surprise Vincent when Denzel waltzed into his room with a confused expression and a huge text book in his hands. It certainly wasn't the first time he did.
The chestnut haired boy flopped onto Vincents bed that was next to the heavy desk he was currently sitting at as he usually did when he came to 'Professor Vincent' for help.
"Uncle Vincent, I need help." The boy whined. The demonic man looked over at him.
The man grunted, "What suject this time?" He asked, getting up from his chair and standing next to Denzel, bending down to get a good look at his text book while brushing his absurd bangs out of his eyes.
"Science." the boy said while rolling his eyes and propping his chin with his hand in a bored fahion. To him Science was the worst subject in the HISTORY of subjects.
Vincent grinned at the boys obvious enthusiasm. "Well, you are in luck. I was extremely well in Science back when I was your age." He chuckled to him self slighty at how ironic that was, him being good at SCIENCE, the very thing that made him what he used to be.
Not knowing how to respond, the boy just nodded. He flipped open his book quickly and pointed to a question. Vincent read it over to himself in his usual monotone under his breath. Denzel thought he sounded like he was speaking jumbled jibberish and smirked slightly.
'How do you find the volume of an irregularly shaped object?', It read.
Vincent knew the answer to this fairly simple question, but he didn't remember doing something like this until he was a freshman in highschool!
"Denzel, what grade are you in again?" the red-eyed man asked unsurely when the child sighed impatiently the second Vincent spoke the word 'grade' as if the boy already knew what he was going to say.
"I'm in seventh now, Uncle Vincent." He replied. Gosh, Auntie Yuffie was right when she gabbed about Vincent getting old!
Vincent was shocked, but recovered replacing his astonishment with a mask of stone. Schools these days were getting advanced, he mused. Everything was different back when he was in school some fifty years or-so ago.
Well, of course it was. Fifty years is a long time. Vincent closed is eyes and shook his head slightly, feeling stupid. And definetly like an 'old fart' as Yuffie liked to say.
Denzel looked up at him, eyebrows scrunched while watching the mans odd behavior. Vincent noticed him staring and waved his human hand as if brushing off his thoughts from thin air.
"Alright," he spoke, "To find the volume of an object that isnt a regular shape, you can't measure it with a ruler, right?" at the delayed nod, he continued while tapping the question with his gauntlets pointer finger.,"For example, if we wanted to measure the volume of, say, a certain ninja's hand, you would place it into a container filled with water that has measurments up the side. That's called water displacment-"
The boy cut him off, " Um, what do you mean by a hand..?", his eyes widening.
"Let's just say you chop off said ninja's hand so she cannot steal anymore of my Materia and plop it into the container of water." Vincent said in a blunt, dry humour way.
Denzel started looking around frantically, feeling antsy. "Umm, I think i'll just... have better luck having Cloud help me." And with that the boy snatched his book, sprung off the bed and raced out of the room, down the stairs into the bar area in a blink of an eye, leaving behind a very frazzled Vincent Valentine.
AND SCENE.
I think I might turn this into a mini series, with Denzel hopping around to everyone in the bar searching for help with his homework. I think I got some good idea's for when he asks Cloud ^_^
It might be another day or two- or three, until I update the next chapter. But of course, Reviews are like sugar to me, making me hyper which in turn will help me type faster!