That night went by uncomfortably. Only for me, though, I'm pretty sure Cid was just fine. He'd seemed to have gotten used to me, in general, really, and I doubt he was going to let himself be bothered by my awkwardness any longer. So there he was, sprawled across the bed like usual, sheets thrown lazily over his waist. And I was probably looking stupid, pushing myself to the very edge of the bed, tugging at the comforters instead of just moving an inch closer to him. I stared at the ceiling sleepily.

I thought about why being this tired makes it even harder to fall asleep. I shouldn't be aware of inconvenient itches or such, being this tired. But now they're all just intensified. The same for the slight nausea of my (hopefully) fading illness. Frustration sparking in my head, I yanked at the covers harshly. Good reaction: I got the covers. Bad reaction: I woke Cid up.

He didn't speak, not even a grumbled complaint. He just stretched numbly and wet his lips. I didn't turn around, just in case he was looking at me. Any expression would probably make me shrink away at this point. Even when shrouded by dark. I squeezed my eyes shut and watched the red of the alarm clock numbers burning into the black under my eyelids. My eyes felt so dry. I didn't know how to fix this.

I am not the emotional type, but I did feel tempted to cry.

For a moment I wallowed in disgust at that thought, before a defeated sigh rang out behind me. An alarm went off in my head, any sound made by Cid seeming like a threat for no particular reason. I panicked as strong arms wrapped around my waist and dragged me back until my back hit against the warmth I knew was his chest. Squirming for a moment, the internal conflict of whether or not to claw the skin off of his arms arose. At the feel of his chin resting wearily on my shoulder, the 'don't attack him' side won out and I gave up.

My eyes were no longer dry or itchy, I wasn't cold, the alarm clock didn't seem as bright anymore. Everything bad seemed to have just, gone. I could be humiliated in the morning...

I fell asleep to the sound of his breathing.

"Oh my god!" My brain as slowly dragged out of sleep by a familiar high pitch voice. "You fat rapist! What have you done with Vinnie!" At this, my eyebrows twitched and I rolled over groggily, trying to blink the sleep out of my eyes, so I could see. Cid's voice rang out, somewhat scratchy and clearly annoyed,

"I didn't do shit to him!"

A heavy boot stomped down defiantly on the floor. I flinched a bit at the harsh sound, and pushed myself into a sitting position, my eyes shut sleepily.

"You were practically spooning the poor thing!" I opened my eyes slowly and stared at them. Both were in front of the bed, Yuffie on my left, Cid on my right. I felt like any second a tumbleweed would bounce by and this would turn into a gun fight. I waved the image away because of its extreme stupidity. Cid flushed a dark red, fists clenching at his sides.

"Thats fucking stupid. And who are you to fucking barge in here anyway?!" Yuffie scoffed,

"I BROUGHT FOOD!" To demonstrate this, she snatched up a sausage off the tray, now full, on my desk and threw it at him. It bounced off his face and landed on the dusty floor. This saddened me somewhat. And he seemed even more outraged, if it was possible.

"I could give a fuck! You're being fucking stupid! Just shut up and get out!"

"No! I'm not leaving you alone with poor Vinnie! God knows what kind of kinky things you'll try with him!" I stared numbly at them both, not allowing the image of these 'kinky' things to form in my head. Cid seemed embarrassed and this transferred into blind rage. He sputtered out thoughtless threats and curses towards her, voice now quite hoarse, and her voice rose over his; blending into a hell for my ears. My poor, tired ears.

"Shut up," I mumbled, but this was obviously not heard. I tried once more somewhat louder, before a burst of irritation overcame me.

"SHUT UP!" I'd never heard myself yell before. My voice cracked somewhat, but I fought off the coughing fit I felt clawing at my throat. They silenced immediately, staring at me as if they were in complete shock. Maybe they were.

The silence, sadly, didn't last long. Yuffie pounced onto the bed, embracing me in another awkward chest-meets-face embrace, and gushing on and on about how sorry she was for me and promising I'd never have to deal with nasty old fat Cid again. As she went on about how we'd toss him outside or check him into a retirement center, I felt tempted to push her off(AKA: across the room). I luckily didn't have to, Cid being a good amount larger than her, he ripped her off me and hauled her out the door, slamming it shut after her, and hitting the lock. There were a few thuds against the door, but they did nothing more than rattle the frame.

He sat down wearily on the edge of the bed. I gave him a dull glance. I think he felt it, because he seemed somewhat more uncomfortable when I did.

A silence went by. He finally looked at me and mumbled something, but I couldn't understand a word. I quirked an eyebrow to signify this. He sighed,

"I'm not that old, am I?" For some reason this amused me a good amount, and I hid the grin I couldn't hold back with my hand, attempting to play it off as the strange face-stretching motion I've seen Barret do at the breakfast table. I've got no idea what its purpose is, maybe its how he snaps himself out of his sleepiness... honestly, I'm not interested in finding out the purpose. I decided to just stop thinking about this issue altogether, being it would have no beneficial result.

"No. You're not that fat either." He smiled, his eyes getting that light to them that made my insides flutter(and not in the uncomfortable nauseous sense it has been recently).

FFLove190: Ahaha... Yes, you are loved. xD I almost did have them kiss but then I figured Vincent would fight that off for as long as possible. So terribly sorry! xD I love how you..write. Its just, funny. xD

ReaperRain: :'D REALLY? Homigawd, I feel all sparkly inside. And ha, I get that, I just imagine that even Vincent would dislike bugs...in his mouth. Or bed. Wouldn't anybody? He seems so hygienic I think he just has to has those weird quirks. But I do understand what you mean.

AAJ Edward: Oh, I'm glad. :3 I've been having a mind blank, but I am trying to update.

x . x So sorry, everybody, even starting this chapter I'd known it'd be a while before I'd update. I've been maimed by writer's block. And the frustration leads a lot of what I write to be angsty; I've deleted paragraphs. This one feels somewhat shorter than the last one, I apologize. I am trying to work on it, but I couldn't think of a thing to add to this one.

Hope it doesn't suck? XD

Oh and PS; before this confuses anybody: Vincent's hand is human here. I don't feel like adding that in. You'll all survive, yes?