I don't know what's going on - I seem to be in creative mode at the moment. Yes, I will admit, I took a bit from 'A Goofy Movie,' but how could I resist? Just a cute TifaxVincent fic. I don't know why I made the cat look like a little bastard, but it's cute. J
Disclaimer time! I do not own any part of Final Fantasy and am writing this story for reader enjoyment (hopefully!) and for my own personal satisfaction so it's not sitting in my head for who knows how long. I am not making profit for this, and all rights go to the creators of the Final Fantasy series. Thank you, and have a good night.
Now, with the legal stuff said and done, let's move on to the story!
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'Oh goodness, oh goodness, oh goodness!' Vincent's mind was racing as he tried his best to make a great impression on Tifa's parents. However, Vincent kept running into problems. His dryer had broken down on him, so his suit had to be air and blow dried. His cat, Nunzi, was mauling Tifa's corsage, and by the time Vincent found him, Nunzi was happily digesting all the flowers that were on it. If he hadn't loved his cat, Vincent swore he would have kicked it straight to the moon.
"Alright, nothing's going to stop this night from being the best night of our lives." As confident as he sounded, Vincent was feeling sick in the pit of his stomach. His nerves were gradually taking over his sense of rationality. He checked himself out in the mirror then noticed a patch of white fur on the back of his pants.
"Dammit, Nunzi!! First the corsage, now my frickin' pants!" Vincent cursed at the now dosing cat, scorning him some more as he pulled out a lint roller from the medicine cabinet.
"Lucky bastard. You don't even have to impress a girl to get her to like you. You could be licking your junk and they'd still be swooning after you." He stuck his tongue out at Nunzi, placed the lint roller back in the medicine cabinet after rolling the lint of his pants, and began to finalize things before heading out.
"Well, atleast you ate the corsage yesterday. Fortunately, I found some fresh flowers in the garden and was able to recreate a corsage for Tifa." Vincent picked up a box from the kitchen table, examining his hand made corsage and making sure it wasn't going to fall apart when he gives it to Tifa.
"Perfect. Now, all I need is some breath spray, and I'm good to go." Reaching into his breast pocket, Vincent placed the peppermint spray less than an inch away from his mouth. Just before pushing down the top part for that sprince, Nunzi comes into the kitchen and begins to purr and rub himself against Vincent's leg.
"Again!?" Without realizing it, Vincent's hand twitched up a bit, and with the sudden feeling of his cat against his leg, he accidentally pushed down on the spritze. "AHH!! It burns!!" Vincent bolted to the bathroom, trying his best to not run into any furniture or walls.
As the sink was running on full blast, Nunzi perks up as he sees a small box on the edge of the table. He prepares and jumps up onto the table.
"Don't even think about, Nunzi!!" Vincent's voice boomed, causing Nunzi to jerk himself away from the box.
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"God, please tell me the embarrassing moments are over," Vincent mumbled to himself as he rang the doorbell to Tifa's home.
As the door creaked opened, Vincent's bright smile suddenly turned into a look of being horrified. Infront of him was a man nearly seven feet tall and big enough to bench press Vincent with just his pinky. He had on a wife beater that had stains on it and a pair of blue jeans. The bottom half of his stomach was spilled over his jeans.
He didn't say anything to Vincent. Instead, he groaned, eyes beading down on him.
'Oh, shit. I'm gonna die.'
"Uhh, evening, sir. Is Tifa ready?"
No words needed to be exchanged as he let out another groan.
"Oh, I see." Vincent couldn't help but to chuckle nervously as he felt sweat forming underneath his black bangs on his forehead. A few awkwardly painful moments passed as the hefty man still stood at the door, staring hard at Vincet. "..Does Tifa even live here?"
As he man began to lean forward, causing Vincent to think he was going to eat him up like a Thanksgiving dinner, a voice suddenly interrupted the two.
"Daddy! Don't scare him!" Right then, a young, long haired brunette popped up underneath the bulky man's arm, standing between him and Vincent.
"Tifa," Vincent said breathlessly, taking in the gorgeous view in front of him. She wore a long black spaghetti strapped dress with white glitter lining along the top portion. He long hair flowed magically as the wind picked up a bit, revealing a light hint of makeup on her snow white face.
'Man, I've always thought she was beautiful, but words can't even describe at this very moment how much this girl means to me.'
As though he was reading Vincent's mind, Tifa's father let out another groan, causing Vincent to jerk back into his surroundings.
"Daddy! It's my friend, Vincent! He's here to take me to the dance, remember? Now, be a good daddy and go back inside and rest your feet."
For the first time, Vincent caught a glance at the large man actually smiling at his daughter. It was a touching moment until he locked eyes with Vincent and dropped his smiled. As he turned around to head back into the house, Vincent turned his head away once he noticed those blue jeans of his just weren't doing their job.
After her father went inside, Tifa closed and locked the front door. "Hey, Vincent. Sorry about that. Daddy tries to be intimidating, but he's just a big softie on the inside."
'That'd be from all the cheesecake he was eating.'
"That's no problem, Tifa. I'd probably be the same way if I had some guy I barely met try and take my beautiful daughter out on a date."
'Did I just include beautiful in that last sentence?'
Tifa blushed a bit. "Aw, you're too sweet, Vince." She moved in a little close to him and planted a soft kiss on his cheek.
It was now Vincent's turn to blush. "Uh, I made this for you." He nervously pulled out the box containing his hand made corsage from an inside pocket of his jacket.
"Wow! You made this for me? You're so thoughtful," Tifa cooed as Vincent placed the band around her wrist.
"Well, I had bought you one originally, but my cat thought it had catnip in it or something like that."
Tifa couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, goodness. Sounds like a garbage disposal in the making.
"You could say that. Shall we, m'laday?" Vincent placed a hand on his waist, bending his elbow out.
"Why thank you, kind sir," Tifa replied in a southern belle accent, placing her hand his the cusp of his elbow. The pair then proceeded towards Vincent's black firebird.
'So far, so good. Just remember, breathe in, breathe out. Don't drink the punch.'