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Summary: Um, Vincent moves into Cid's house and they go on a clothes shopping spree and the Vincent makes tea and takes a bath -__- Sorry, that was a lame summary.
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The big conclusion-chapter one
By: Stargami
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Vincent found himself unable to recall going shopping outside from weapons, items and materia. Clothes shopping held little interest for him during the adventure squaresoft dubbed as final fantasy VII, mainly because Cloud and company had to stop some insane bastard from blowing up the world so he could become a god (AKA Sephiroth). The other reasons being the one time he had gone into a Clothes shop at Costa de Sol, the sale lady had confused him with a woman and most the clothes were flamboyant with frills and such, and lastly, he didn't have much fashion sense. You know, that kind of stuff happens when you've been asleep for the past twenty years.
But the clothing store in NIbelhiem was much more bearable. Tifa had voluntarily helped both of them out when she heard of their plight(and laughed for about five minutes on the phone when Cid told her). Cid confessed that he didn't have much fashion sense either, and he had been alive for the past twenty years. Most of the time when Vincent found something that caught his eye, it was black and drab.
Tifa gave him I the look/I that only women and effeminate men could do. Immediately when Tifa gave him that look he put the article of clothing back. No use arguing with her, she was up-to-date with these sort of things. The cheerful brown haired woman had bought him classical sorts of clothing. A white oxford, black pants, blue shirt jacket, black sweater and such other things. She did, however, give up trying to convince Vincent into buying some jeans. He argued that denim pants really weren't his style.
The most time-wasting part of the whole shopping was bickering about who was going to pay. Cid said that since he had invited Vincent to stay at his home, that he (as in Cid) was going to pay for the clothes claiming it was going to be Vincent first paycheck. Vincent argued that if Cid was going to house him(does that make Vincent sound like a dog?) that he should pay for the clothes. Tifa, a bit irked, finally butted in to the dispute and paid for the clothes herself. None of this shopping would actually hit hard into any of their pockets, I mean they did master like fifty ALL materias.
After, Tifa left them when they managed to drag all the clothes back to Cid house. Only one questions was left up in the air between the two men. "Vincent?"
"Yes, Cid?"
"How good are you at making tea?"
A whimsical smile crossed Vincent's face and stayed there, he fondly remembered making tea for his parents when he was a young boy. "Do you like your tea bitter or sweet?"
Cid scratched his head, he didn't expect Vincent to know how to make tea, he really wanted to teach him. Anyway, he liked his tea the way Shera made it, but it always took her hours to do so. "There's some in the cabinet over the stove, find out yourself." The somewhat-bitter facade Cid had was back in place. It made Vincent smile when his back was turned towards the pilot.
Oddly, Cid reminded Vincent of his father, and he found himself relating towards his mother. He filled the kettle with water and placed it on the burner.
But would that mean, in an indirect/metaphoric manner, that he and Cid were married? His face seemed to soften as he remembered his time with his wayward parents. Then his smile faded when he thought of Cid and himself like that. The kettle began to whistle as the water came to a boil.
Vincent put the tea leaves in. That, he hoped, was just an inane thought that crossed his mind. Him? And Cid? Married? As funny as it was freakish, Vincent, somewhere deep down, knew that it was true. He was just going to try his best to ignore that little thought though.
The water was dyed an amber-red color and its scent waffed across the room, spreading its heavenly smell. Cid inhaled deeply, and let out an approving exhale. Vincent got a cup from the cabinets and set it down on the table in front of Cid, he then went to the burner to get the kettle.
As reached for the handle with his right hand, and was about to pick it up, but was burnt the second he made contact. It couldn't have been all that loud, but he let an surprised gasp escape his lips. Cid got up from his seat and walked until he was right behind the younger man. Vincent, at that moment, felt very, very small compared to Cid. The blonde pilot gave him a look and spoke in a soft, exasperated voice, "I can't believe you."
Cid grasped Vincent's wrist firmly, and looked at the burn. Dragging Vincent to the sink, he turned on the cold water and shoved the pale hand under it.
No words formed from Vincent's mouth but his eyes widened in shock/surprise when Cid made sudden contact with him. It stirred within him, a feeling that he never experienced before.
After the minor pain from the burn was gone, he turned around... And was hit square in the face with a hot pad. He stared at Cid with a feigned look of angry as he narrowed his eyes and the other man just crossed his arms and smiled at him smugly.
Again, he felt that strange emotion. He didn't smile, but his look went from angry to almost playful as he tended to Cid's empty cup, which desperately needed to be filled with tea. The captain of highwind took a sip and spoke, "Faster then Shera, too" and he knew he had Cid's approval.
Suddenly, Cid got up from his seat and grabbed an extra cup and filled it with tea. Afterward he set it in front of the empty seat across from him and beckoned Vincent to sit down and drink with him.
Vincent did so, and they drank in silence. Cid drained his cup and went to refill it, when he sat back down he did his best to bring up a conversation. ' How about you and me go out and eat with the neighbors someday?' Vincent didn't say anything, but he nodded. Cid didn't notice it because of the dim lighting in the room, but Vincent was faintly blushing.
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The rest of the day passed uneventful as the two set out to repair the damaged Tiny Bronco. Most of the time when Cid went under the plane, he cursed his god-awful luck and Cloud's god-awful steering when the blonde piloted the plane. Vincent just sat their and handed him the tools he asked for and nodded at what he thought the appropriate times when Cid swore at random things. They finished early for the day and agreed Vincent could bathe first.
The darker man stepped into the bathroom and turned on the hot water. When the tub was completely filled, he stripped off his clothes and slowly got in. Letting out a relaxed sigh, he sank deeper into the water.
Five minutes later, Cid suddenly(for the sake of UST and plot)remembered that he hadn't put any towels in the bathroom and Vincent didn't know where to find them. Grabbing a stack of six towels, he made his way to the outside of the bathroom door and stopped... What if Vincent wasn't dressed? Cid mentally slapped himself, of course he wouldn't be dressed, he was bathing.
Cid's hand lingered near the doorknob, it would be rude to just barge in there. He knocked(and ruined a lot of funny lines I could've put in as well).
"Vampy, I'm coming in with some towels" Hesitatedly, Vincent answered, "Okay, come in"
Taking a deep breath, Cid opened the door and put the towels down on the ledge above the sink and left as quickly as he could, as not to 'accidentally' take an unintentional glimpse at the bathtub's occupant.
On the other hand Vincent got a flash of Cid, who was just wearing sweatpants and a loose sleeve-less top. He knew he was blushing and sank lower in the water until it was just below his nose.
"Don't take forever in there, Vince." Vincent exhaled and made small ripples in the water. He kept on telling himself one thing since his sudden revelation when making tea......
centerTheir friendship was completely platonic/center
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NOTE: I'd like to thank Dana Norram, Cid Dante, and Lora-Helen for reviewing. You three made me feel all special inside :). Hopefully this chapter isn't so bad, I didn't want to get caught typing this on the campus' IMC computers. The librarian hates people who don't use the stupid computers for anything but work.
Summary: Um, Vincent moves into Cid's house and they go on a clothes shopping spree and the Vincent makes tea and takes a bath -__- Sorry, that was a lame summary.
***
The big conclusion-chapter one
By: Stargami
***
Vincent found himself unable to recall going shopping outside from weapons, items and materia. Clothes shopping held little interest for him during the adventure squaresoft dubbed as final fantasy VII, mainly because Cloud and company had to stop some insane bastard from blowing up the world so he could become a god (AKA Sephiroth). The other reasons being the one time he had gone into a Clothes shop at Costa de Sol, the sale lady had confused him with a woman and most the clothes were flamboyant with frills and such, and lastly, he didn't have much fashion sense. You know, that kind of stuff happens when you've been asleep for the past twenty years.
But the clothing store in NIbelhiem was much more bearable. Tifa had voluntarily helped both of them out when she heard of their plight(and laughed for about five minutes on the phone when Cid told her). Cid confessed that he didn't have much fashion sense either, and he had been alive for the past twenty years. Most of the time when Vincent found something that caught his eye, it was black and drab.
Tifa gave him I the look/I that only women and effeminate men could do. Immediately when Tifa gave him that look he put the article of clothing back. No use arguing with her, she was up-to-date with these sort of things. The cheerful brown haired woman had bought him classical sorts of clothing. A white oxford, black pants, blue shirt jacket, black sweater and such other things. She did, however, give up trying to convince Vincent into buying some jeans. He argued that denim pants really weren't his style.
The most time-wasting part of the whole shopping was bickering about who was going to pay. Cid said that since he had invited Vincent to stay at his home, that he (as in Cid) was going to pay for the clothes claiming it was going to be Vincent first paycheck. Vincent argued that if Cid was going to house him(does that make Vincent sound like a dog?) that he should pay for the clothes. Tifa, a bit irked, finally butted in to the dispute and paid for the clothes herself. None of this shopping would actually hit hard into any of their pockets, I mean they did master like fifty ALL materias.
After, Tifa left them when they managed to drag all the clothes back to Cid house. Only one questions was left up in the air between the two men. "Vincent?"
"Yes, Cid?"
"How good are you at making tea?"
A whimsical smile crossed Vincent's face and stayed there, he fondly remembered making tea for his parents when he was a young boy. "Do you like your tea bitter or sweet?"
Cid scratched his head, he didn't expect Vincent to know how to make tea, he really wanted to teach him. Anyway, he liked his tea the way Shera made it, but it always took her hours to do so. "There's some in the cabinet over the stove, find out yourself." The somewhat-bitter facade Cid had was back in place. It made Vincent smile when his back was turned towards the pilot.
Oddly, Cid reminded Vincent of his father, and he found himself relating towards his mother. He filled the kettle with water and placed it on the burner.
But would that mean, in an indirect/metaphoric manner, that he and Cid were married? His face seemed to soften as he remembered his time with his wayward parents. Then his smile faded when he thought of Cid and himself like that. The kettle began to whistle as the water came to a boil.
Vincent put the tea leaves in. That, he hoped, was just an inane thought that crossed his mind. Him? And Cid? Married? As funny as it was freakish, Vincent, somewhere deep down, knew that it was true. He was just going to try his best to ignore that little thought though.
The water was dyed an amber-red color and its scent waffed across the room, spreading its heavenly smell. Cid inhaled deeply, and let out an approving exhale. Vincent got a cup from the cabinets and set it down on the table in front of Cid, he then went to the burner to get the kettle.
As reached for the handle with his right hand, and was about to pick it up, but was burnt the second he made contact. It couldn't have been all that loud, but he let an surprised gasp escape his lips. Cid got up from his seat and walked until he was right behind the younger man. Vincent, at that moment, felt very, very small compared to Cid. The blonde pilot gave him a look and spoke in a soft, exasperated voice, "I can't believe you."
Cid grasped Vincent's wrist firmly, and looked at the burn. Dragging Vincent to the sink, he turned on the cold water and shoved the pale hand under it.
No words formed from Vincent's mouth but his eyes widened in shock/surprise when Cid made sudden contact with him. It stirred within him, a feeling that he never experienced before.
After the minor pain from the burn was gone, he turned around... And was hit square in the face with a hot pad. He stared at Cid with a feigned look of angry as he narrowed his eyes and the other man just crossed his arms and smiled at him smugly.
Again, he felt that strange emotion. He didn't smile, but his look went from angry to almost playful as he tended to Cid's empty cup, which desperately needed to be filled with tea. The captain of highwind took a sip and spoke, "Faster then Shera, too" and he knew he had Cid's approval.
Suddenly, Cid got up from his seat and grabbed an extra cup and filled it with tea. Afterward he set it in front of the empty seat across from him and beckoned Vincent to sit down and drink with him.
Vincent did so, and they drank in silence. Cid drained his cup and went to refill it, when he sat back down he did his best to bring up a conversation. ' How about you and me go out and eat with the neighbors someday?' Vincent didn't say anything, but he nodded. Cid didn't notice it because of the dim lighting in the room, but Vincent was faintly blushing.
***
The rest of the day passed uneventful as the two set out to repair the damaged Tiny Bronco. Most of the time when Cid went under the plane, he cursed his god-awful luck and Cloud's god-awful steering when the blonde piloted the plane. Vincent just sat their and handed him the tools he asked for and nodded at what he thought the appropriate times when Cid swore at random things. They finished early for the day and agreed Vincent could bathe first.
The darker man stepped into the bathroom and turned on the hot water. When the tub was completely filled, he stripped off his clothes and slowly got in. Letting out a relaxed sigh, he sank deeper into the water.
Five minutes later, Cid suddenly(for the sake of UST and plot)remembered that he hadn't put any towels in the bathroom and Vincent didn't know where to find them. Grabbing a stack of six towels, he made his way to the outside of the bathroom door and stopped... What if Vincent wasn't dressed? Cid mentally slapped himself, of course he wouldn't be dressed, he was bathing.
Cid's hand lingered near the doorknob, it would be rude to just barge in there. He knocked(and ruined a lot of funny lines I could've put in as well).
"Vampy, I'm coming in with some towels" Hesitatedly, Vincent answered, "Okay, come in"
Taking a deep breath, Cid opened the door and put the towels down on the ledge above the sink and left as quickly as he could, as not to 'accidentally' take an unintentional glimpse at the bathtub's occupant.
On the other hand Vincent got a flash of Cid, who was just wearing sweatpants and a loose sleeve-less top. He knew he was blushing and sank lower in the water until it was just below his nose.
"Don't take forever in there, Vince." Vincent exhaled and made small ripples in the water. He kept on telling himself one thing since his sudden revelation when making tea......
centerTheir friendship was completely platonic/center
****
NOTE: I'd like to thank Dana Norram, Cid Dante, and Lora-Helen for reviewing. You three made me feel all special inside :). Hopefully this chapter isn't so bad, I didn't want to get caught typing this on the campus' IMC computers. The librarian hates people who don't use the stupid computers for anything but work.