Ch.7

            Clad all in black, hanging from a rope atop the Inn in Kalm, two mysterious figures hung like shadows, blending in with the night. They glided down the side of the building, like spiders descending from a freshly woven web, risking life and limb for the purpose of the dangerous mission which they so bravely took upon themselves.  The mission for the truth.  The mission for answers.  The mission to discover…

            "Is it possible to have boobs that big, naturally?" Cid glanced at his companion.

            Vincent sighed heavily.  Cid had been irritating him all night with ridiculous questions about the physical possibilities of the female anatomy.  It didn't matter that this was the whole damn reason why he and Cid had decided to be peeping Toms on one of their own AVALANCHE members.  Or why Vincent had unintentionally made it to second base with Yuffie.  Or why he now honestly knew what size of dress he wore.  Or why he and Cid were now a couple in Tifa's eyes.  Or…

            "I mean think about it.  You'd think she'd develop back problems, or something,"  Cid went on.  Vincent nearly lost his footing in his distracting frustration with the big mouthed pilot, but caught himself just in time.

            "Whoa there, Vinny!  Gettin' a little excited, eh?" Cid teased.  Vincent held back the urge to pull Cid from the rope and allow him to crash like a sack of rocks to the ground. He found his composure, and through gritted teeth replied, "No.  Your incessant chatter is obnoxious, and distracting.  If I fall from this rope, I'm taking you down with me, as it will surely be your fault for never knowing when shut that hole in your face.  In other words, shut up!"  Vincent loudly whispered in a menacing voice.

            Cid shrugged.  "Okay then, Mr. Pissybritches, calm down and take your fuckin' Midol.  Yeesh."

            Again, Vincent held back some very violent urges.

            "Shouldn't you be smoking, or something?" Vincent asked, hoping the cigarette would keep his mouth closed.

            "Shit!  I haven't smoked for like five minutes, Vinny!  Thanks for the reminder,"  Cid replied, releasing one hand to fumble for the cigarettes in his pocket.  Vincent immediately realized the dangers of Cid dangling by one hand from a very large building. He wrestled with the part of himself that was eager to see Cid plummet to the ground and the other part that was concerned.  The latter won.

            "Cid, be careful, all right?  If you fall, you'll have to die knowing that your last moments consisted of a very elaborate peeping Tom scheme, and fumbling around in your pockets for a cancer stick while hanging from a rope dangerously high to the ground,"  Vincent told his unlikely friend.

            "Heh.  It won't matter!  I knew cigarettes would be the death of me one way or another!"  Cid replied gleefully, as he successfully fished out a cigarette at last.  "Now where's that damn lighter…," he mumbled.  Vincent grew impatient.

            "Look, could we just get this whole mess over with?" he growled.  "You can smoke after you've seen Tifa's bare chest, okay?"  

            Cid giggled, like some junior high student that just realized he has a hot teacher. "Yeah, you're right, Vinny."  he said with a smirk.  "I'll really be needing a smoke then, ya know what I mean?"
            "Riiiiiiight…" Vincent replied.  Then, he noticed the window he and Cid had been approaching.   It was Tifa's.

            "Cid, we're here!" He whispered loudly.  Cid looked down, and nodded in satisfaction. 

            "This is it, Valentine.  Don't punk out on me now, ya little shit." Cid stated authoritatively. 

I know it's a short chapter, but I'm having a bit of a writer's block!  That, and today is my last day of summer vacation.  It's been really hectic lately.  Sorry for taking so long to update.  I promise the next installment will be up soon, and it will be a bit longer too.