Chapter 6: Love Struck
"Somethin' should be done." Vincent looked up from cleaning his gun, an amused eyebrow raised as he eyed his brother. Tseng gave a slight sigh, rubbing his temples, his cool and collected demeanor changing slightly on the delicate subject of Rufus Shinra. Tseng had taken it upon himself to be the boy's mentor, in the place of his father, and therefore saw Rufus as something as his own son, even though he took orders from him. Both brothers had been fortunate to capture the corrupt but generously wealthy eye of the original Shinra, having eyes like a hawk and a crack shot to boot. Vincent noticed that his cool composure had diminished, leaving an outlaw with the southern drawl to match, and that tone of voice rarely came about.
"What do you suggest?" Vincent asked with a slight smile, and Tseng glared at his brother, his black eyes narrowed in anger.
"This ain't a laughing matter." He snapped, and Vincent turned his gaze away from his brother so he could not see the amused expression on his face. This woman, Tifa Lockheart, had definitely irked him if it made him slip back into his southern drawl. Vincent paused for a moment, letting his gun slip back into its holster (A/N: haha! I finally found out the word for it!) and getting up, walking over to where his brother was sourly watching the people of the town below the window.
"Maybe she is what Rufus needs." Vincent said almost thoughtfully, though with monotone, since even though he could be a bit more open with his sibling, it wasn't by much. Tseng turned back to him, black eyes flaring and burning like coals in a fire.
"Emotions are weakness. We all know that. One woman shouldn' change anything." Tseng said, his emphasis on every 'a' distinguishing also his distrust, his distaste. Vincent gave a slight sigh, shaking his head as he walked away from his brother. He knew Tseng would be determined to do anything once he set his mind to it and as much as he cared for his younger brother, Vincent would not and could not allow him to steal Rufus's happiness. Or would be happiness. He had been with the young Shinra boy since his youth, and he still remembered the youthful innocence Rufus had managed to attain for a short while, before it had been washed away with liquor and blood, the blood that ran through his veins was after all, that of a ruthless Shinra. He believed that no one should have to go through such pain, as he had when his beloved had. when.
"Mista Valentine! Is Mista Tseng hey-uh?" He turned around, raising an eyebrow as he saw Elena, her brown eyes wide, her porcelain cheeks flushed at the thought of her 'Mista Tseng'. Elena was a nice girl, even if she tried to lay her accent on thick for flare in front of Tseng, she was someone who might be able to break down his brother's built up walls, and for that, Vincent would try and sneak her into Tseng's domain, his hidden world that he had tried to recoil back into. His icy prison he had built, that everyone here had built, as a means to survive. He tilted his head in the direction of his relative before walking off, a grim expression on his face. Love. he hoped his brother wouldn't have to suffer the pains and heart break of love like he had. Lucercia. he hoped she forgave him.
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"Shera! Get me sum god d***med tea!" Shera sighed, brushing a strand of chocolate brown hair behind her ear, shaking her head. Captain, or in other words, the infamous cursing Cid Highwind, had gotten one forbidden sip of some exotic liquid that Sir had brought back from one of their train raids, and had quickly fallen in love with it. She sighed, pushing her spectacles back to the bridge of her nose, swaying through the crowd with elegance and grace that came from being in this place as far back as she could remember. She had first laid eyes on the famed outlaw Highwind when she was around sixteen, and he had been banging away on the piano, though with a certain tenderness, a finesse if you will. She knew he was just rough around the edges, and she had hoped he would become as captivated for her as she was him. His brilliant blue eyes, his sloppily seductive blonde hair, and of course the trademark cigarette.
Shera sighed again, weaving her way to the bar counter, where Tifa spotted her, giving her a sympathetic smile as Shera went through the swinging doors. Tifa was a nice girl, and it was rumored Sir had taken a liking to her. Shera smiled slightly, grinning at the thought of some cheerful news. Young love was sweet, she knew, and she was still waiting for her love of Captain would sour, but it seemed it never would, no matter how many times he yelled and cursed at her. It only wounded her more everyday, another puncture in her heart until her soul threatened to spill out, her essence and her being. Didn't he see her feelings for her?
She paused, a cup of tea set comfortably on her tray, balanced as she stood, poised and elegant, her eyes downcast. She had never said anything, only standing silently by his side, taking everything he lashed out at her, though she still followed him like a love sick teenager. Why was she still here? She could just leave, she could just let him go, and yet. how could she? He was her 'Sir' her Captain, and she couldn't abandon him. She knew in time, his rough edges would ebb away, and maybe he'd come to love her, but maybe, maybe it was time to let go. Everyone scolded her about it, though the young girls like love struck Elena and longing for love Aeris had often asked about how she had fell in love, and Shera admitted it made her feel loved, needed. She was their life line to a place that both hurt and pleased, but was always there, comforting or horrible.
"Shera!" She turned around, blinking as Elena instantly appeared by her side, her cheeks flushed and hopeful. She raised a slight eyebrow, a small but noticeable kind smile on her face.
"Yes?" She drawled, and Elena burst into giggles, her cheeks deeply pink, and Shera knew that Elena had just come back from visiting 'Mista Tseng'. It would be high time that someone broke through his barrier, and Shera was willing to bet anything that Elena would be the girl.
"Mista Tseng! Oh Ah'm so smitten!" Elena cooed, her drawl leveled on thick, making her seem more like a southern belle, which Shera thought was pretty adorable. She had tried that tactic with her Captain before, though nothing had come of it except more tea. She sighed again, giving an apologetic smile.
"Ah'm sorry Elena, but Captain's waitin' for me." Shera said, giving the joyful girl a slight smile before turning and walking off, hearing Elena's dreamy sigh behind her. Young love. she wished it wasn't so one sided with her supposed 'love story'.
~*Author's Notes*~ Yes, I am evil in not doing a Tifa and Rufus chapter again, but I thought I'd give some more background to the other romances going on. Or as Shera says, 'one sided love stories'. Well, anyway, I figure that since I stuck Tseng, Elena, Cid, and Shera, I should do that too while I'm at it. And yes, I had to include Vincent. I couldn't help it! *wails* Can't you tell I'm obsessed? Anyway, I know I did some OOC for Vincent and Tseng, but uh. yea. Well, please read and review!
"Somethin' should be done." Vincent looked up from cleaning his gun, an amused eyebrow raised as he eyed his brother. Tseng gave a slight sigh, rubbing his temples, his cool and collected demeanor changing slightly on the delicate subject of Rufus Shinra. Tseng had taken it upon himself to be the boy's mentor, in the place of his father, and therefore saw Rufus as something as his own son, even though he took orders from him. Both brothers had been fortunate to capture the corrupt but generously wealthy eye of the original Shinra, having eyes like a hawk and a crack shot to boot. Vincent noticed that his cool composure had diminished, leaving an outlaw with the southern drawl to match, and that tone of voice rarely came about.
"What do you suggest?" Vincent asked with a slight smile, and Tseng glared at his brother, his black eyes narrowed in anger.
"This ain't a laughing matter." He snapped, and Vincent turned his gaze away from his brother so he could not see the amused expression on his face. This woman, Tifa Lockheart, had definitely irked him if it made him slip back into his southern drawl. Vincent paused for a moment, letting his gun slip back into its holster (A/N: haha! I finally found out the word for it!) and getting up, walking over to where his brother was sourly watching the people of the town below the window.
"Maybe she is what Rufus needs." Vincent said almost thoughtfully, though with monotone, since even though he could be a bit more open with his sibling, it wasn't by much. Tseng turned back to him, black eyes flaring and burning like coals in a fire.
"Emotions are weakness. We all know that. One woman shouldn' change anything." Tseng said, his emphasis on every 'a' distinguishing also his distrust, his distaste. Vincent gave a slight sigh, shaking his head as he walked away from his brother. He knew Tseng would be determined to do anything once he set his mind to it and as much as he cared for his younger brother, Vincent would not and could not allow him to steal Rufus's happiness. Or would be happiness. He had been with the young Shinra boy since his youth, and he still remembered the youthful innocence Rufus had managed to attain for a short while, before it had been washed away with liquor and blood, the blood that ran through his veins was after all, that of a ruthless Shinra. He believed that no one should have to go through such pain, as he had when his beloved had. when.
"Mista Valentine! Is Mista Tseng hey-uh?" He turned around, raising an eyebrow as he saw Elena, her brown eyes wide, her porcelain cheeks flushed at the thought of her 'Mista Tseng'. Elena was a nice girl, even if she tried to lay her accent on thick for flare in front of Tseng, she was someone who might be able to break down his brother's built up walls, and for that, Vincent would try and sneak her into Tseng's domain, his hidden world that he had tried to recoil back into. His icy prison he had built, that everyone here had built, as a means to survive. He tilted his head in the direction of his relative before walking off, a grim expression on his face. Love. he hoped his brother wouldn't have to suffer the pains and heart break of love like he had. Lucercia. he hoped she forgave him.
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"Shera! Get me sum god d***med tea!" Shera sighed, brushing a strand of chocolate brown hair behind her ear, shaking her head. Captain, or in other words, the infamous cursing Cid Highwind, had gotten one forbidden sip of some exotic liquid that Sir had brought back from one of their train raids, and had quickly fallen in love with it. She sighed, pushing her spectacles back to the bridge of her nose, swaying through the crowd with elegance and grace that came from being in this place as far back as she could remember. She had first laid eyes on the famed outlaw Highwind when she was around sixteen, and he had been banging away on the piano, though with a certain tenderness, a finesse if you will. She knew he was just rough around the edges, and she had hoped he would become as captivated for her as she was him. His brilliant blue eyes, his sloppily seductive blonde hair, and of course the trademark cigarette.
Shera sighed again, weaving her way to the bar counter, where Tifa spotted her, giving her a sympathetic smile as Shera went through the swinging doors. Tifa was a nice girl, and it was rumored Sir had taken a liking to her. Shera smiled slightly, grinning at the thought of some cheerful news. Young love was sweet, she knew, and she was still waiting for her love of Captain would sour, but it seemed it never would, no matter how many times he yelled and cursed at her. It only wounded her more everyday, another puncture in her heart until her soul threatened to spill out, her essence and her being. Didn't he see her feelings for her?
She paused, a cup of tea set comfortably on her tray, balanced as she stood, poised and elegant, her eyes downcast. She had never said anything, only standing silently by his side, taking everything he lashed out at her, though she still followed him like a love sick teenager. Why was she still here? She could just leave, she could just let him go, and yet. how could she? He was her 'Sir' her Captain, and she couldn't abandon him. She knew in time, his rough edges would ebb away, and maybe he'd come to love her, but maybe, maybe it was time to let go. Everyone scolded her about it, though the young girls like love struck Elena and longing for love Aeris had often asked about how she had fell in love, and Shera admitted it made her feel loved, needed. She was their life line to a place that both hurt and pleased, but was always there, comforting or horrible.
"Shera!" She turned around, blinking as Elena instantly appeared by her side, her cheeks flushed and hopeful. She raised a slight eyebrow, a small but noticeable kind smile on her face.
"Yes?" She drawled, and Elena burst into giggles, her cheeks deeply pink, and Shera knew that Elena had just come back from visiting 'Mista Tseng'. It would be high time that someone broke through his barrier, and Shera was willing to bet anything that Elena would be the girl.
"Mista Tseng! Oh Ah'm so smitten!" Elena cooed, her drawl leveled on thick, making her seem more like a southern belle, which Shera thought was pretty adorable. She had tried that tactic with her Captain before, though nothing had come of it except more tea. She sighed again, giving an apologetic smile.
"Ah'm sorry Elena, but Captain's waitin' for me." Shera said, giving the joyful girl a slight smile before turning and walking off, hearing Elena's dreamy sigh behind her. Young love. she wished it wasn't so one sided with her supposed 'love story'.
~*Author's Notes*~ Yes, I am evil in not doing a Tifa and Rufus chapter again, but I thought I'd give some more background to the other romances going on. Or as Shera says, 'one sided love stories'. Well, anyway, I figure that since I stuck Tseng, Elena, Cid, and Shera, I should do that too while I'm at it. And yes, I had to include Vincent. I couldn't help it! *wails* Can't you tell I'm obsessed? Anyway, I know I did some OOC for Vincent and Tseng, but uh. yea. Well, please read and review!