Blind love, chapter 3:
'Not Sleeping- Slapping.'
That night Vincent couldn't sleep. He knew that Cid would laugh at him if he was there;
"You can't sleep. Ya. Right.', 'If you can't sleep, no one can.' And 'You're damn sleepy, man. You like to over sleep generations!"
Vincent's head was cluttered with thoughts, some disturbing some... Less.
He decided to get himself a relaxing drink.
Surprisingly enough, Shera was in the kitchen as well.
"Good morning, Vince. Couldn't sleep again?" her smirk showed she too was thinking about Cid's 'clever' remarks.
Vincent nodded.
Shera tilted her head to one side,
"You want me to make you a warm cup of cocoa?"
Again he nodded,
"Say," Started Vincent, sitting down by the table, "What do you think Elena... thinks about me?"
Shera smiled and served him his cocoa.
"I'm sure she likes you. Don't worry. She told us that she had a very nice time with you on your date and that she'll be very happy to go on another date with you."
"She did? She said that to you? About me?" Vincent asked excitedly, looking at Shera hopefully, like a child asking if Santa really existed.
His tone had such childish hope and his eyes begged her to say 'she did'. Shera laughed.
"She did, Vincent, she did. Don't worry so much, it'll make you old early- and before you start with 'I'm already old' act of yours- stop; I'm too tired to stand it right now." She said. She then finished her drink and went back to bed, mumbling a faint good night and patting Vincent on the back on the way out.
He always felt uncomfortable with physical contact when he didn't have a shirt on.
Suddenly wearing a most sly expression, he examined the exhausted Shera as she waddled to her room. She seemed tired enough, he decided and popped the question,
"Umm ,Shera, are you in love with Cid?"
Too tired to think of anything but her bed, she nodded sleepily and kept on waddling.
She entered her room and closed the door.
Vincent knew she wouldn't remember the question in the morning.
At least he hoped she wouldn't.
She didn't.
Next day, right about teatime, Cid slapped Vincent on the back, which surprised the later so much he almost dropped his disassembled gun.
"You got a phone call." Said Cid with a wink, "She probably wants to ask you on another date." He added in a whisper.
"Women don't ask men on dates..." Vincent disagreed, shaking his head as if it was common knowledge.
Cid exchanged glances with Shera as Vincent took the receiver.
"Hello?... Elena!... Hi.... I-... Umm... Yes- yes... Sunday?... I-... Yes, I like fairs... Okey... Yes... I'll pick you up at fou-?... five, okey... see you then, then- I mean-... Yes... I am silly."
Cid and Shera were covering their mouths not to burst into laughter by now. Vincent frowned while listening to the phone and gave them a hard look. He then deliberately turned his back.
"... No, I assure you that I don't mind sun light..."
Cid and Shera's burst out in a small laugh but restrained themselves before they could be heard.
"... Okey, me too, good bye."
No sooner had Vincent placed the receiver, Shera and Cid burst with wild laughter, leaning on each other for support.
Vincent only retorted with a displeased look.
"I don't understand anything now." He miserably said.
"Vincent, Vincent..." Said Shera compassionately, like one talks to a slow child, "Things have changed a bit since... You last dated."
"We're going to the One-Year-Post-Meteor Fair this Sunday." Vincent volunteered.
"Good. As long as you bounce from shadow to shadow I'm sure you'll manage fine- But biting her neck on broad day light is out of the question-"
*Wack!*
Cid rubbed the back of his head, and murmured under his breath.
*Wack!*
That evening after supper, they were all watching television. Well, not all of them- Cid and Shera were watching- They had to cram together on the loveseat because Vincent insisted he wanted to nap on the triple sofa for some reason.
In short, Cid and Shera were watching television, while Vincent was blissfully (or at least seemingly blissfully) napping.
"What a %^$% stupid show!" Exclaimed Cid, "I can tell you how it ends right now! She bumps into him, he falls in love with the blond, and those other two end up together!-" He stopped short when he noticed Shera's eyes were on the verge of tears,
"What?" He asked, beginning to edge away. He could never stand before Shera if she was crying, it made him want to... Calm her.
"You ruined the show! I didn't know how it ended!" She almost screamed, and started to cry,
Cid didn't know what to do,
"Umm... It's a stupid show anyway!" That didn't help. He looked at Vincent for help but the later only scratched the end of his nose.
'That guy could sleep even if the whole village would be burnt down- and I have Nibelheim for proof.'
He returned his attention to Shera, who was about to burst in a renewed crying fit and run to her room. Cid grabbed her arm,
"Yo, Shera! Why are you acting like a crazed lunatic? It's not my fault that you couldn't guess the ending of the %^#@^#& show! Are you having PMS or something?"
Vincent opened one eye in alarm.
Shera, enraged, turned to Cid.
Cid, followed closely by Vincent, scrambled out of the house with various objects flying after them with malice intent.
A stray book hit Cid in the head and another kamikaze vase hit Vincent in the back. They both fell on the ground, face first.
"My question is," opened Vincent, rising himself on one elbow and looking at Cid, "Is how does she manage to throw the vase, book, shelf, and assorted dishes at the same time?"
"Beats me, maybe *The Thing* gives her superhuman strength or something." Cid got up, so did Vincent.
"Superhuman, maybe- But does it give her more hands?" They straightened and dusted their clothes.
Cid shrugged, "Well, shall we head to The Drunkard?"
Vincent nodded.
As they walked rather hastily to the car, Vincent asked,
"Another question- Why did she throw things on me as well? All I was doing was napping!"
Cid opened the garage doors,
"Because you were there, and an easy, inanimate target."
"Next time, I'll start running the moment your big, nicotine addicted mouth starts yammering."
*wack!*
"Are you saying you're not addicted to nicotine??" Vincent protested, rubbing his head,
"I'm as addicted to nicotine as you are to sleeping short naps." They both sat in the car and Cid started the engine. He backed away from the driveway.
As they drove away, Vincent said in a petty tone,
"Well, no need to get all mean about it."