This story is about random events in the lives of Cid Highwind and Vincent Valentine. Some of it is meant to be silly, some of it is meant to be rather emo, some of it is just a bunch of pervy fun stuff. It'll eventually end up Cid/Vin.

Yeah, this story's all yaoi / slash / m/m / whatever you wanna call it. So just go ahead and skedaddle if you don't wanna deal with all that, cos I don't wanna hear about it.

(I don't own the FFVII characters.)

(But I do own Mattie!)

(Oh and by the way, since Mattie's mostly deaf (cos he's cool like that : ) ), whenever somebody's using sign language, it'll be underlined and italicized, yo.)

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11. If I Had My Way, I'd Have All Of You Shot! (Cid's POV)

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"Do you like that strawberry and Oreo kind, Cidney?"

"Huh. I don't think I've even seen that one before." It was always so damn hard to pick out an ice cream flavour.

"Excuse me," I heard from somewhere near. Then the voice cleared their throat in an obnoxious way. So I looked over. Oh, Mattie. He didn't know the lady behind him wanted him to move. I nudged his shoulder and waved him over close to me and Vinny. I told the lady "sorry" and rolled my eyes at her when she looked away.

"Icky! Icky!" Mattie wanted my attention. It was loud and I couldn't help but laugh. He was fucken adorable. "You need to be quiet, Monkey," I told him and was ready to to pay attention to him. But that lady was looking over towards us and whispering something to her friend.

"Hey, you gotta problem with my little brother?"

"You're mother obviously didn't teach you boys any manners," she scoffed.

"He's deaf, you son of a bitch!"

After bitterly finishing our ice cream (well, I was bitter), we left for home.

"Cid!"

I stopped and looked around for the voice. Aw, hell no...

"What the fuck do you want?" I growled.

"I wanted to see you, of course."

"Me? What about Mattie? Did you forget about Mattie?"

"Of course I didn't forget Mattie," he squatted down in front of my brother. "Hey Mattie!"

"He's deaf you fucker!" I yelled. "Why doesn't anybody notice this?"

"Icky!" Mattie tugged at my sleeve. "Is that our dad?"

I nodded and he hid behind my legs. "Yeah, that's our good old dad, alright."

"These are your kids?" It was that same pretentious whore from the ice cream shop!

"Is that the call girl you left us for?" I shot back.

My dad looked embarrassed, but ignored my question. "Those two are mine," he pointed. "Who's your friend, Cid?"

"This is my boyfriend Vincent, Dad," I said.

"Boyfriend?" The bitch seemed offended.

"Yeah! What of it, tramp?" I yelled.

"Cid, please," my dad asked. "I don't want us all to be upset."

"Well you're a few years late for that, Dad. Mattie had to ask me who you were just now! How am I not supposed to be upset when my brother can't even recognize our own dad? How many times have you come to see us? Four? Maybe five?"

"Cid, I--"

"Which reminds me. I think you forgot something a few months ago...Like, back in February? Ringin' any bells yet, Dad?"

I saw on his face the moment he realized. "Your birthday..."

"Yes, my Goddamn birthday. If it wasn't for the two cards you send me every year, I'd probably forget you're still out there. But you couldn't even be bothered to acknowledge my birthday." I was ready to call him out on every single little thing I could think of.

"I'm sorry--"

"Sorry shit! If you were really sorry, you wouldn't'a left us in the first place."

"Listen, Cid," he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. "Here. You can pick yourself out a late birthday present, and get something for Mattie and Vincent too."

"Gee thanks. While you're at it, could we have a little bit of gil for some dinner? With all that child support Mum gets, there isn't a whole lot left for food for all of us. I've been letting her and Mattie have most'a the good stuff." That was a complete lie. Even before my mum and dad were married, my mum was really pretty well off, and still was. We weren't rich by any means, but we were able to live rather comfortably. "Sometimes I don't even get to have breakfast."

"I know you love your breakfast..." My dad muttered. He gave up counting and picking out the gil from his wallet and just gave me all he had. Later, we found out it came up to about 800 gil. We split it between the three of us.

"This makes up for nothing," I hissed, shoving it into my pocket.

My dad just nodded. "Is your mother home?"

"I don't fucken know. She's probably at work. I don't know if she'd wanna see you."

"Would you tell her to call my cell phone if she does? If you need anything?" he asked.

"Maybe." I told him.

"It's good to see you," he started.

"Just save it," I told him and almost started walking away. "I have a question."

"What is it?"

"Did you come see me like I asked you to?" I stared him straight in the eyes. He knew damn well I was talking about my play.

He looked away and shook his head. "I'm sorry, I wasn't able--"

"Go to hell." I turned and motioned for Mattie and Vincent to follow. "Come on," I sighed. "Let's go tell Mum."