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Kissable Tears.
"Leave you? Where did he go?" A chill seeped into Tifa, she couldn't look at Vincent. A familiar burn formed behind her eyes, water began to fill them. The box that was held everything about Cloud creaked open, until every memory, every picture; every feeling that was Cloud came bursting through.
No answer, all the curious man could view was the top of her head. Seconds past, still no reply came.
"Tifa?" It was a simple question, where did he go? To search the world for adventure? Where?!
"…" Her hands were fidgeting behind her back once more, but her feet remained unmoving.
"Where did he go?" Irritation was unmistakable in his voice, nothing in his imagination could have thought up what she responded.
"He killed himself! Are you happy now?! He flung himself over a fucking cliff! He would rather jump off a cliff then be with me!! Are you satisfied?! Love will prevail all, his love for Aeris! Now you know everything about my life! What else do you want to know!? My grocer's name?" Miraculously, no trailing tears spilled over her eye's rim. Her arms were thrown in the air during her eruption but now lay dormant at her sides.
She was bare. Completely stripped of all shields, her eyes cried so much… agony. Everything he thought she was, wasn't there anymore. 'The once vibrant red was now a rusty roan red'… how…? Even the flare of life had dyed down to the simplest spark, formerly a large bon fire.
'He would rather jump off a cliff then be with me!!' Those words continued to ring in his head, empathy he'd never experienced before overflowed him. Years of patience only to feel the sting of rejection. Love could be so cruel.
"Everything. He was my past. My life." It seemed like she was whispering to herself more than Vincent. A single tear made it victorious way down her pale cheek; she looked surprised. "I… haven't cried since my dad died. I guess everything's just been bottled up but you can't keep filling it up and not expect to have it burst open one day…"
She bowed her head again but two hands cupped each side of her face. One was warm and enticing, the other was cold and chilling. Using minimum force, he ushered her to look up at him. She was vulnerable; it was obvious in her eyes. His lips were pursed as he leaned down, kissing away the lone tear. His eyes were shut; slowly, her eyes began to shut also. Everything around them disappeared; they remained in that position for some time. Both being hypocritical, Tifa, vowing not to let men to touch her and revel in it. Look at her now. Vincent, swearing never to touch another woman with any tender emotions but Lucretia. Look at him now.
His lips left their place, pulling back and looking her straight into her red irises again. He, too, was deprived of all masks, showing equal rejection and heartache.
"I'll still be here." Four simple words meant everything to this broken angel. The rest of the night proceeded normally; Vincent looked away, rebuilding his façade. Tifa, also looking away, pulled back her forces and moved to her room.
Thump, thump, thump. Gurgle. Flush. His inky hair was matted from sleep; someone was thudding around the house. A second person soon joined the movement.
"Move!" The voice was feminine.
"Ugh… don't talk so loud…" An 'oof' soon followed. Vincent, with his curiosity growing, exited his chamber to see Cid with his head against the bathroom door, which was closed. The expression on the pilot's face obviously showed that he had received a hangover from his former festivities. The entrance opened and Shera staggered out, looking very ill. Morning sickness. The shooter couldn't help but grin smugly as Cid crawled towards the toilet bowl.
Valentine finally managed to get in to the washroom to get ready for the day; he headed downstairs, following the succulent aroma of bacon and eggs. He entered the kitchen and looked up at the persons seated around the table, all of the sudden, the regularly quiet man let out a bark of laughter. Nanaki and Cid both looked miserable with migraines, the laughter was directed specifically at Nanaki though, he wore a pair of sunglasses that's rim was heart shaped and a bright red.
"Shut. Up." He spoke with an undertone; his own voice made his head spin. Tifa pinched her nose as she walked to the table and set a grayish green liquid in front of the two men.
"Drink this. It'll make you feel better." Simply the faintest waft of the drink was nauseous; Cid gave Tifa a gaping fish look.
"Just drink it." Cid pinched his nose between his index finger and thumb. After swallowing the vile beverage, he made a face.
Nanaki glanced at Cid's hand then at his own paws, noting that he didn't have the option of numbing some of the taste by pinching his own nose.
"Lucky bastard." The fiery beast mumbled before chugging his cup of the odorous drink.
An eventful breakfast followed, the phenomenal cure drink worked, healing the two loud men's hangovers, allowing them to talk without wincing. While they ate, Vincent noticed that Tifa continued to glance his way. Occasionally, their eyes would meet but it would never last since she would avert her orbs of sight the second his met hers.
"So, I guess we could just walk to the guy's house after this. How's that sound?" The smoker who usually cussed like nobody's business was uncannily polite.
"…Uh… sure." Tifa answered but her eyes didn't leave Shera, she noticed that Shera seemed perfectly normal. A small whoosh sounded in her head… Cid was officially whipped. A smile cracked into a beam at the thought, Nanaki saw this and raised an eyebrow at her.
Eventually, though, the funniful breakfast ended and they headed to their rooms to get ready to meet the man. Vincent began to ascend the stairs when her voice called to him once again. Lucretia. He hadn't heard her for such a long time.
"Vincent…" She repeated the words, calling for him. Pleading for help.
"Vince?" He returned back to the present, he stood in the middle of the stairs, blocking Tifa's way. Embarrassed he began to run up quickly.
"Vince! Wait." He liked the way she spoke his pet name; it was just the way the fighter said it; so smooth, so lovely. Vincent stood on the top step while as Tifa had her place two steps down. He, now facing her, was still wearing the same outfit; Tifa, today, was clothed in a cream colored, long-sleeved shirt and a pair of white sweat pants.
"Yes?" His eyes traveled up and down her body, noting her outfit. Little gears within his skull began to crank. Does she dislike men looking at her because she doesn't feel she'd be up to their standards? Cloud had destroyed her self-esteem, making Aeris a goddess. But Aeris doesn't compare. Look at her. Aeris and Tifa were both stunningly beautiful, in different ways. The Ancient was untouchable, you never wanted to touch her, afraid of tainting her. Instead you watch her from afar, bathing in her presence, feeling insignificant. Tifa was like a… life, you live it, you feel every possible emotion in a single moment. Her body was curvy and not a man alive could stand being in a room and not touching her. She was real, but she still was like an angel that came from heaven but lived on the Planet. Not a fallen angel, no, definitely not fallen.
"I just wanted to say… thanks. For last night." Her smile was genuine; her eyes glittered like stars standing beside the Sun, which would be her flashing pearly whites. Hmm. Vincent never noticed the small dimple that was on her right cheek, it only revealed itself when she smiled her actual smile. It warmed him from the very inside, no wonder why people confined their secrets in her. Her smile made an identical one creep onto his lips also. Her smile. He loved it. You love her. Chaos' sneer sparkled with amusement. You just fall in love with women here and there don't you?
Receiving no reply, Tifa began her way up the stairs. Vincent was arguing with Chaos, trying to convince him that Tifa was simply a friend. When he saw that she was already past him, he had no time to stop himself from saying what he knew he shouldn't have.
"I'll always be here to kiss away your tears." Hahahaha. Corniness! The demon clutched its sides, laughing hysterically. But the demon's tamer was frozen at the stairs. Tifa hadn't moved either. Five seconds… ten…
"I'll remember that." With that, Tifa continued towards her room.