Remember when I said that the next installment of this little tale would be up soon? Well I LIED!!!!!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!! ahem Sorry to make everyone wait for me to update this damn thing. I know it's annoying when people take a decade to update a story. But school has been very crazy. It's my senior year so I've got a lot going on. I plan to finish this story before my hair turns grey, so please keep reading! I really appreciate all the reviews I get. Now, without further adieu…
Ch.8
Vincent took a deep breath. This was a new low for him to sink to. How incredibly bored I must be, he thought. Either that or all those years in that coffin really took what little sanity I had, and kept it there. Whatever the case, I really can't turn back now. With that thought, Vincent lowered himself down to the window.
"Okay Vinny, all we have to do is wait for her to change her clothes," Cid whispered. "Keep your head low. If she sees us, we're goners."
"Oh, how we would deserve it too," Vincent mused.
"Whadja say, Vinny?" Cid asked.
"SHHHH!!!!" Vincent replied menacingly. Paranoia was setting in now, and Vincent wasn't sure he would be able to take putting on one more humiliating little show for the sake of this ridiculous "mission". If he and Cid did get caught, how were they going to explain it to Tifa? That they were role playing as ninjas now? Vincent shuddered at the thought and began to wish that his rope would start to unravel and mercifully drop him to the ground…
"There she is!" Cid whispered. Vincent reluctantly peeked through the window. Tifa was there, rummaging through a suitcase. Finally, she pulled out an oversized night shirt, tossed it on the bed, and sat down to unlace her boots.
"Oh, she's toying with us, Vinny. She's just taking her own sweet-ass time," Cid whispered dreamily.
"Would you just shut up, you daft idiot?" Vincent replied, glaring at Cid. Cid didn't seem to hear him though, as he was greatly anticipating the next article of clothing to be removed from Tifa. Vincent rolled his eyes and sighed in frustration. Suddenly, Cid gasped.
"Here we go, Vincent!" Cid whispered almost too loudly. Vincent looked back at the window, expecting to see the true nature of Tifa's breasts revealed. Instead, she had removed her shorts, and was standing in her panties and tank top. Vincent blushed and looked away.
I feel dirty, he thought to himself. I feel like some old desperate, perverted voyeur, drooling all over a beautiful woman I could never have…kind of like…He glanced over at his partner in crime.
…Cid. Vincent groaned.
"No, don't put it back on!" Cid suddenly exclaimed.
We've been caught, Vincent thought to himself. Well, Lucrecia, I will be joining you soon in the lifestream. Maybe I'll get to see Aeris again. Will she ever laugh her ass off when she hears about this…
"She's answering the door!" Cid whispered. "Dammit! We were so close too! Whoever this knuckle head is, he's going to hear it from me!"
"Huh?" Vincent cautiously looked back to the window. Tifa had put her shorts back on, and was pulling the bedroom door open. Cloud was on the other side.
"Why that dirty son of a…what's he doing here!?" Cid said a little too loudly.
"Shut up! And quit acting like we actually have the right to be here!" Vincent whispered.
Cloud entered Tifa's room. They wasted little time talking, and immediately embraced in a passionate kiss.
"Why, that dirty little bastard!" Cid chuckled. "First Aeris, and now he's gettin' a little action from Tifa. Lucky sonuvabitch."
Vincent couldn't help but smile a little. He had a feeling that something had been going on between Tifa and Cloud. He really couldn't believe Cid was actually surprised.
"Why does he get all the chicks?" Cid wondered aloud.
"Perhaps it's because he doesn't plan out elaborate schemes that risk his own life to catch a glimpse of their breasts." Vincent replied dryly.
Cid glared at him. "No, that can't be it. You have Yuffie after all."
"Oh Cid. You'll always have me." Vincent shot back sarcastically.
Cid grumbled something unintelligible, that sounded something like Vincent was almost girly enough to be a chick, when Vincent realized that things were getting pretty personal in Tifa's bedroom.
"We'd better give these two some privacy." Vincent said. Cid just stared at him dumbfounded.
"Are you kidding me? She's going to let those puppies loose any second, and you want to leave?! Valentine, you shithead, we can't leave now!"
"Let those puppies loose?" Vincent replied slowly. "Oh! You mean her… Cid, you pervert! She and Cloud will be in bed many minute too, and I'm not going to watch that! What do you think this is? A peep show?"
"Vinnnncennnt!" Cid whined. "We have to take what we've got! This may be the last chance we've got to get a good look at those…"
"You call them puppies, Cid, I swear I'm going to hit you…"
"…those babies, and I'm not going to miss that chance!"
Vincent looked back at the window and saw the situation inside heating up even more. He looked back to Cid.
"Cid, I'm not going to watch this, and you're not going to either!" Vincent growled, growing very impatient with the pilot.
"I'm not going anywhere!" Cid exclaimed firmly.
"I'm warning you, Cid," Vincent growled even deeper. He was beginning to twitch a little. Cid gulped. He'd seen Vincent like this before on the battlefield. Chaos was taking over…
"V-Vinny?" he said cautiously. "Hey, don't get mad okay? We'll leave just as soon as we get a glimpse at those…"
"If you call them puppies, I'm going to kill you!" Chaos screamed.
"Oh, SHIT!" Cid squeaked. In one instant, Cid found himself ripped from the rope, dangling by one arm from the all-too-firm grasp of Chaos, flying into the dark abyss of night, screaming like a school girl.
Tifa looked up.
"Did you hear that? It sounded like Cid and some horrible beast!" she said.
"I didn't hear anything." Cloud replied, pulling her lips impatiently back to his for another passionate kiss.
"Yeah, me neither."