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Cloud no longer sees Aeris ahead of him. He sighed and continued walking. The sun was beginning to rise and it will be a great day, at least to think of a way to not hurt anyone's feeling. The idea gave him a chill. He kicked the ground every so often. Ahead was Tifa's bar. His friends hang out there most of the time. Cloud walked in, hoping to get help from any of his friends.
As the door opened, everyone inside looked at him. Then smiled. A man from a corner table waved, "Ah, it's Cloud." People murmured. Another man in a red coat and dark hair looked carefully at Cloud, "Are you okay? You look sick." Cloud waved back, giving them a smile, "Yeah, Vincent. I'm fine." Vincent raised an eyebrow. Cloud stared down, " . . . . .. It's coming."
The man at the corner table slammed his hand on it and laughed, "Ha, Ha!!! I've been waiting for this moment to come!!!" Cloud and Vincent stared at him, "Cid!" Cid quieted down, "Aw, it's okay. Young Tif's not here." Cloud cocked his head, "She isn't? Where is she?"
Cid shrugged, "About a couple of hours ago, she said she went for a walk. Phs. Then leaves the store to me." Vincent nodded, "You know what? I think she was off to find you who were trying to find Aeris, who was looking for you, who was -" Cloud slapped him.
"Yeow!! Man!"
"Sorry," apologized Cloud. "I have to choose between Tifa and Aeris." Vincent and Cid looked at eachother, "That's your problem." Cloud shook his head, "But I already made my decision. I just need help confronting to her."
"You made the decision?" repeated Cid. "Tell me, boy. Who is it?" "Well," hesitated Cloud. He walked over and whispered in his ear. Vincent joined in. Moments later. Cloud broke free and watched Cid's reaction. He put a thumb up and nodded.
"Ah, the sexy one, eh?" Cid said, nudging Cloud with his elbow. "Phs," smirked Vincent. "She's not sexy!" Cloud waited, " . . . . .So?" His friends looked at him strangely, "Uh, I don't know. You shouldn't pick the other one." Vincent picked up his cup and sipped.
Then the door opened. Aeris walked in. She smiled hard when Cloud was in sight. The men kept quiet. Aeris walked over and sat down, "Oh, Cloud. When did you come in?" "Just then," said Cloud. Cid gave another laughed, "So Aeris, want anything?" Aeris shook her head, "No thank you, Cid."
Cloud looked around the room. Aeris watched Cloud, "Cloud, you should get ready for war." Cloud nodded, "Oh, yeah." He had almost completely forgotten about that. He got up, "Well, see ya. Gotta polish my sword." He walked out the bar. Vincent slowly shook his head, "Why is he keep polishing his sword?" Aeris narrowed her eyes, "I think you know why." Vincent stared at her, "No I don't."
"Cloud had a conversation with you. It's about Cloud . . . . . . . isn't it? Is he okay?"
There was a heavy load of care in her eyes. Vincent looked down. Silent. Cid excused himself and walked to the back. The whole bar was silent. Aeris bit her lip, "I just want to know. I want Cloud to be happy." Vincent kept still. Then he took a deep breath, "You're making everything worst. He's really stressed right now. He has to go to war soon, and you're just giving him more to think about! If you really care, than why can't you see what can happen after you force him into something?" Aeris widened her eyes. She pushed back her chair and escaped the bar.
Cid slapped his hand on his forehead, "Way to go, genius." Vincent was still watching the door, "She's not the only one who cares about Cloud."
Cloud no longer sees Aeris ahead of him. He sighed and continued walking. The sun was beginning to rise and it will be a great day, at least to think of a way to not hurt anyone's feeling. The idea gave him a chill. He kicked the ground every so often. Ahead was Tifa's bar. His friends hang out there most of the time. Cloud walked in, hoping to get help from any of his friends.
As the door opened, everyone inside looked at him. Then smiled. A man from a corner table waved, "Ah, it's Cloud." People murmured. Another man in a red coat and dark hair looked carefully at Cloud, "Are you okay? You look sick." Cloud waved back, giving them a smile, "Yeah, Vincent. I'm fine." Vincent raised an eyebrow. Cloud stared down, " . . . . .. It's coming."
The man at the corner table slammed his hand on it and laughed, "Ha, Ha!!! I've been waiting for this moment to come!!!" Cloud and Vincent stared at him, "Cid!" Cid quieted down, "Aw, it's okay. Young Tif's not here." Cloud cocked his head, "She isn't? Where is she?"
Cid shrugged, "About a couple of hours ago, she said she went for a walk. Phs. Then leaves the store to me." Vincent nodded, "You know what? I think she was off to find you who were trying to find Aeris, who was looking for you, who was -" Cloud slapped him.
"Yeow!! Man!"
"Sorry," apologized Cloud. "I have to choose between Tifa and Aeris." Vincent and Cid looked at eachother, "That's your problem." Cloud shook his head, "But I already made my decision. I just need help confronting to her."
"You made the decision?" repeated Cid. "Tell me, boy. Who is it?" "Well," hesitated Cloud. He walked over and whispered in his ear. Vincent joined in. Moments later. Cloud broke free and watched Cid's reaction. He put a thumb up and nodded.
"Ah, the sexy one, eh?" Cid said, nudging Cloud with his elbow. "Phs," smirked Vincent. "She's not sexy!" Cloud waited, " . . . . .So?" His friends looked at him strangely, "Uh, I don't know. You shouldn't pick the other one." Vincent picked up his cup and sipped.
Then the door opened. Aeris walked in. She smiled hard when Cloud was in sight. The men kept quiet. Aeris walked over and sat down, "Oh, Cloud. When did you come in?" "Just then," said Cloud. Cid gave another laughed, "So Aeris, want anything?" Aeris shook her head, "No thank you, Cid."
Cloud looked around the room. Aeris watched Cloud, "Cloud, you should get ready for war." Cloud nodded, "Oh, yeah." He had almost completely forgotten about that. He got up, "Well, see ya. Gotta polish my sword." He walked out the bar. Vincent slowly shook his head, "Why is he keep polishing his sword?" Aeris narrowed her eyes, "I think you know why." Vincent stared at her, "No I don't."
"Cloud had a conversation with you. It's about Cloud . . . . . . . isn't it? Is he okay?"
There was a heavy load of care in her eyes. Vincent looked down. Silent. Cid excused himself and walked to the back. The whole bar was silent. Aeris bit her lip, "I just want to know. I want Cloud to be happy." Vincent kept still. Then he took a deep breath, "You're making everything worst. He's really stressed right now. He has to go to war soon, and you're just giving him more to think about! If you really care, than why can't you see what can happen after you force him into something?" Aeris widened her eyes. She pushed back her chair and escaped the bar.
Cid slapped his hand on his forehead, "Way to go, genius." Vincent was still watching the door, "She's not the only one who cares about Cloud."