Blind Love, chapter 8:
Sweet as Revenge, Hurts as Hell.
The first thing that Vincent thought when he woke up that morning was:
'NO!'
It was today.
He hesitantly got up, the morning chill biting at his body. He flinched as his feet touched the freezing floor.
The knowing that he had all day to worry didn't comfort him one bit. He felt a clog in his throat and he just knew it didn't have any intentions of going away all day.
Cid and Shera left for the day; Cid had to urgently fly to get some spare parts for his plane, and that usually took the better part of the day. Shera was at her mother's, the later had fallen ill.
Not bothering to wear a shirt or change from his pajama pants, Vincent waddled to the living room and sat in front of the TV. He didn't turn it on.
Cid was a very vocal person, unlike Vincent. If Cid was distressed or anxious about something, he made sure the world would know it; He would curse, shout, smoke, and whatnot.
Vincent, on the contrary, was a very distant, closed person by his nature. When he was troubled he would turn everything in, becoming even more silent and aloof then usual.
The blank Television set returned his stare with a stern grayness. Life continued as usual in the little Rocket Town, though the skys were always too empty to those who were used to the old Shinra's No. 26 rocket.
He just had to find something to do to distract his mind off the evening. Why was he so worked up? He mused as he returned to his room and threw a shirt on. This was a simple dinner. Nothing more. Just a quite dinner with Elena's parents. Just dinner. As he passed the bathroom his eyes met his own in the mirror. Blood red eyes so ugly to him. He scanned his image.
In his eyes, he was horribly deformed and ugly. His messy hair. His sickly pale face. He looked away.
What on earth does she find in you?
Nothing, Vincent, nothing. Just to have some fun.
He couldn't stand his own reflection. The only place where he could hide his face from the accursed mirror was the toilet. He rejected the idea after a brief thought.
He would of smashed the mirror, but he knew that Cid wouldn't be all that thrilled if he would do that again.
Elena was such a pretty woman.
Sick of being sick with himself, he left the bathroom.
The whole process took over four hours. Through all that time Vincent didn't not get up or was distracted by anything. A sniper at work.
Now was the part where he had to assemble everything back. Glancing once at the clock, and seeing that there was still plenty of time ere he was due to torture and humiliation, he took all of the parts of all the guns and shuffled them a couple of times, making sure it would be at least a little challenge. He then took a deep breath, took time and started the assembly of over twenty different rifles and guns.
There was much noise and many cocking of guns.
Quarter of an hour later Vincent had his arsenal completely assembled, checked, loaded and ready.
He sighed with annoyance. He had too much time on his hands. He returned all the tools of killing in the drawer with his underwear.
It was almost noon. Cid and Shera would be back soon.
He clasped his hands behind his back and started striding back and forth without purpose, brooding in the horror that's about to befell him this evening. All in all, he was having fun.
Or not.
When it was almost an hour past noon, the door slammed open (much to Vincent's surprise) and Cid and Shera came in, arguing loudly.
He seemed very pissed.
Vincent observed silently.
"WOMAN???!! Shera shrieked. She had come to loose most of her timidity and shyness in the weeks after Avalanche were finished with the world. (Something that perhaps had to do with a little 'pep talk' from Tifa one day they passed by.) "Stop calling me that!!" She waved her finger warningly in front of Cid's face, "I have a name, you know, SHERA. Can you say that??"
Cid slammed the door after the two,
"Don't you talk to me like I was some retard! I am the best ^&(@#$% pilot in the ^&@% world!!!"
"What's that got to do with the fact that you want to keep that heap of junk???"
Vincent rised a timid finger,
"Uh, Shera, Cid, Maybe-"
They turned to him, murder in there eyes,
"SHUT UP, YOU!"
Vincent did a backflip and dodged behind the couch, knowing what was good for him.
" 'THAT HEAP OF JUNK' is my prime possession!" Cid yelled, returning his attention to Shera, "I love the Tiny Bronco more than anything! I won't sell it! NEVER! And no stupid and slow technician is going to tell me otherwise!"
Shera twitched. And Vincent cringed behind his shelter, wondering in his ex-Turkish mind whether the sofa will be a sufficient defense.
"I'm not saying that you should sell it for good! Just agree to rent it to people who could use it!!! You hardly take it out of the garag-"
"NO!" Cid bellowed. Dropping his cig. He bent to pick it up, but just before he could do so, Shera stepped on it deliberately.
"You should cut down on your smoking, too."
Cid's eyes darted up. Vincent cautiously peeked over the sofa.
"WHY YOU-" Cid hissed. Shera watched him with narrow eyes. "YOU…. YOU… SPACE FLIGHT RUINER!!."
The moment he said it, he regretted it. He knew that that incident was Shera's soft spot. But he didn't mean to use it… It just slipped out…
"Shera.. I.."
But it was too late. He had promised he wouldn't say things like that anymore.
"Don't.." She mumbled, her lower lip starting to tremble, "Just don't talk to me."
With that ,she ran to her room and slammed the door behind her.
Vincent got up from behind the DBP (Defensive Bunch of Pillows).
Cid was standing with his arms crossed rigidly across his chest.
He eyed Cid.
"I don't care. No matter what you think I think. I don't care. Let her be in there for as long as she &*@#^& wants."
Vincent opened his mouth to say something, but Cid interrupted him.
"You stay out of it." he ordered.
Vincent then tried to knock gently on Shera's door. And wriggled the door knob. Locked.
"Shera.. It's me-" he said gently.
"I know it's you, Vincent. Just.. Please stay out of it." Her voice sounded like she was crying. Vincent's heart felt sorry for the two crazy lovers. Love was such a precious thing, Vincent knew, and wasting it on petty games of pride were the most horrible waste in the world.
But, narrowing his eyes wryly, a plan formulated in his dark mind. Not only that, but revenge is sweeter when is reaped in the right time, he heard someone once say.
He dug his claw in the door hinges of Shera's room. Splinters flew and the door made a tortured sound as he easily ripped it out of it's base. He heard Shera gasp in fright. Cid ran to him.
"Vince! What the ^*@ are you doing?? --HEY! PUT ME DOWN!" He cried out as Vincent nimbly grabbed the pilot's waist and rised him over his head. He turned around and hurled him into the room.
A loud crash was sounded and Shera yelped. All that with no expression on Vincent's face but a peaceful determination. He cupped his healthy hand by his mouth and sang out with a big smile,
"SHE~RA! Cid lo~ves you!!!" He placed the door awkwardly back, but something hit it from inside of the room which threw the door and Vincent a few feet back. Vincent crashed on his stomach, face first, and grunted as the door landed on top him.
After some struggling, he managed to get out from under it. He brushed himself and noticed the object that had hit the door so violently. Curious how such a fluffy looking object could cause such calamity, he bent over and picked up the pillow.
Ramming inside the pillow cover, he produced 'unabridged Webster's dictionary' and frowned. He picked the door with one hand and started dragging it back towards it's place.
"Okey! who threw it??" He demanded, rubbing his aching nose.
Shera's room was relatively quite. Cid sat on one end of her bed while she sat at the other end. If they were only slightly more red, their heads would burst. Neither knew what to say to each other at the moment, but Vincent's answer was pretty clear to them.
The kind reply came in the form of another pillow hitting Vincent flat on the face, making him, yet again, fly a few feet back, the door still in his grip. This time he crashed on his back, the pillow hiding his face. He was still a moment to let the pain subside a little and got up, producing their 'second addition, super thick version of unabridged Webster's dictionary' from the pillow's cover.
Mumbling to himself, he returned the door to the gap in the wall and went to the bathroom to stop his nosebleed.