Chapter 4
Vincent and Tifa didn't even bother saying hello as they back tracked towards each other. After many minutes, which seemed like hours, of arguing they finally came to a solution to their rather pressing problem. They finally decided on having Tifa call Cloud and announce that Vincent was very sick. Way to sick, they mutually decided, for her to come home until she was rested. "No Cloud," Vincent fake coughed, "I'm sure I'll be fine soon enough to travel back. No, no you don't have to come out here. Yes Vincent is taking excellent care of me. Okay I'll call you back and update you on my condition soon. Alright, bye."
"What did he say?" Tifa asked, usually Cloud didn't agree so easily.
"Just that he was really busy with the bar so he couldn't come down. He said he better hear back within the week though."
"Alright well we'll call in a few days to 'update' him on my condition. He assumes we're staying at the mansion so he said he knew where to send Cid if he had too."
"I'm sure he wouldn't hesitate to send the rest of the team either." With their misfortune in order they started to head in the direction of the mansion. It was a smooth ride there on some chocobos they rented halfway there and even smoother after they got Tifa settled in. Since Vincent's body had healed remarkably fast Tifa was the one who had the honor of cooking dinner since Tifa's body was still recovering. After a silent dinner in the kitchen they both headed upstairs to get ready for bed and sleep both desperatly needed.