Disclaimer: I don't own ff7. In any way. O.o
Oh my god… Yesterday I watched this thing… uhhh… music video thing for Advent Children. I cried… It's just so BEAUTIFUL! Haha . Hopefully, you won't judge me for my oddness and weird behavior. =)
Oh yeah. I know I made this… lemony? -in one of the chapters before. I didn't think it was very good but I can't write lemons… good? Anyhow, I want some HONEST opinions if I should write another lemon part in this. If not. Then. Tell me too. =)
PS. Sorry not much happens in this chapter. The infamous Writer's Block Bug has bitten me. -.-
Too much of Nothing.
"I had a lot of fun tonight." A dazzling smile was glued to her red lips.
"That's great. Um."
"What is it?"
"Can I kiss you good night?" Pink painted his cheeks.
"I'd… like that." Regrets and voices were whispering in her head. All was having something to do with Vincent. The second their lips touched, a serge of… nothing charged her. Instead, I sense of second prize was warming her mouth, maybe it was him, maybe it was her, maybe it was Vincent but Chris' smooch was a pathetic attempt against the mysterious AVALANCHE member.
Breaking away, Tifa took a step back. "I- I'm sorry. I can't do this."
"What do you mean?" As plain as day, he was confused and hurt. Did he do something wrong?
"I… I'm just going through a lot right now." Though understand seeped into his expression, it was evident he didn't.
"Oh. I get it." Veering away from her, the fist-combatant reached for the man.
"Wai-"
Spiraling around, his cold words cut her off. "I've heard it before! I thought you different, I thought you were… you were… real."
"I am! I really am! Everything in my world's just crazy right now."
"You sure you're just not the crazy one?" Pain struck Tifa; that was a cold thing to say. Tammy's son picked it up, suddenly his kind self again, a soft voice replaced the recent angry one. "Look, I shouldn't have said that… I-I'll meet you guys tomorrow at ten. In the Lobby."
Blink. He was gone. Sigh, it's going to be a long day tomorrow…
Entering the room, Tifa finally noticed how exhausted she was. Falling into the fluffy pillows and blanket, she drifted into a sleep. Something tickled her nose, reaching up to scratch it, another tickle touched her eyebrow. Finally opening her eyes, Yuffie was there holding a feather; smiling. The inky haired girl looked down at her hand and saw whipped cream.
"Oh. Real mature."
"Hey, I'm not the one that's sleeping-in."
"What time is it?!"
"Like ten fifteen"
"We were supposed to meet Chris downstairs at ten!"
"Since when?!"
"Since he told me last night!"
"I'll go find him. You wake everyone else and get ready!" Rushing out the door, Yuffie ran smack into someone. Her small sack full of Materia blew open and the glowing orbs littered the hall.
"Gosh. I'm so sorry!" Crawling around, the kleptomaniac desperately tried to gather her lovelies. She was missing one. Last night, she'd counted eleven. Suddenly, a summoning ball was in her face.
"This what you looking for?" Gazing up, Chris knelt by her holding out the missing Materia. "Yuffie, right?"
"Um, yeah." Both slowly stood. Damn… I never got a good look at this guy. Shit! He's gorgeous…
"Hey you know. I had a Materia just like this, I was looking for it last night and I couldn't find it." Laughing, he handed it to her. Lucky he didn't notice the guilty look on Yuffie's face.
"Oh. I bet you just misplaced it! If you, uh, look really hard, I'm sure you'll find it." A counterfeit grin was cemented to her expression.
"Ah well. It couldn't do much anyways. It's pretty much useless with such weak powers."
"Oh!" Placing the sphere in his hand. "Hey, here! Have this one. I don't need it… anymore."
"Really? Wow, thanks!"
Unknown to the happy chattering two outside, Tifa had encountered a problem. Her hand reached out but drew back. Vincent was still asleep. How, oh, how to wake him? She'd considered screaming 'everyone UP' but thought better of it because of the other people in the room neighboring theirs. She'd pondered the idea of getting Nanaki to wake him but then that'd be so cowardly…
Quietly, she called out.
"Vince?" He stirred.
"Mm, hashu mut…" Biting her bottom lip, Tifa suppressed her giggles.
"Vincent. Wake up."
"Pef… Mmm…"
"Vince, come on…"
"… Mmm… Tifa…" The bathroom door swung open and a refreshed red creature padded out. Perfect timing.
"Having trouble?"
"Um. Yeah. You get him up." Swiftly slipping away, she went to wake Cid, Shera and Ashley. Was he dreaming of her?
Once everyone was up, Tifa's previous date lead them to his mothers. Tammy's home was extravagant, white and large. Chris was mumbling something through the intercom when the gates started to open. The group stepped into the home and a whiff of lavender hit them.
"Hello." A short woman greeted them. Long hair and with lenses like her son, she could have been his little sister at her height. "I'm Tammy."
"Greetings." Nanaki stepped up. "We are of AVALANCHE and we request your assistance."
"Please sit as me and my son discuss some matters." As Tammy sauntered away with Chris, the team headed into an lavished living space and took their seats. The gunslinger's heightened senses couldn't help but pick up on some tension between the Nibelhiem-born girl and the unemployed wealthy boy. Weren't they supposed to be happy in-ideal-candy-land with each other?
"Alright." Out of nowhere, Tammy popped up from behind one of the chairs. "I've consulted with my son and he's insured me that you have good intentions. So I will escort you to the Ares Temple. But just out of curiosity, may I ask what you plan to do at a ruined circular platform with nothing on it?"
"There is a spell we'd like to perform and this 'circular platform' is vital to it." Like always, Nanaki was the one to begin explaining the scheme.
"And what spell would that be?"
"A… resurrection spell."
"Resurrection of whom?"
"Is it vital that you know?"
"Yes."
He glanced at an expressionless Vincent. "A woman named Lucretia."
"Oh." Hush huddled around the room while Tammy's eyes scorched the ace shooter. She'd seen Nanaki need Vincent's permission. "I will take you to the temple tonight, but please. Make yourselves at home."
As they stood and began to disperse, Chris called to Yuffie. "Hey!"
"Um, Hi." Damn, he better not have noticed that Materia was already his… "Something wrong?"
"Uh, no. I just wanted to know if you wanted to go to the pool or something." His eyes kept flittering over to her and then back to a spot on the floor.
"That'd be fun." Linking her arm to his, the couple marched off.
Everyone had found some kind of entertainment inside the walls of the one house. Nanaki had discovered a library with a never-ending amount of books. Cid had located a built-in bar; Shera had unearthed a spa area but only after dropping Ashley off with some workers in the nursery; while Vincent had managed to get himself in a garden that contained his favorite bloom, Tifa.
She hadn't seen him yet. The girl was too concentrated on the small butterfly that had landed on her finger. Blue, purple and green; it matched the scenery around her. The gunman felt the slightest smile tug at his lips, she was so… so… something. No. Clamping his eyelids close, he couldn't let that small part of him take over. Tifa… Tifa was nothing. Nothing to him. Lucretia was everything. Yet, he couldn't stop thinking about the woman with carmine stars.
Screw it. Vincent had been thinking about love for years, decades. Maybe just for a moment, just a single moment, he could simply follow his heart without wondering of anything. No wondering of everything, in a way; wondering… nothing.
Scars of battle, staining tears of a broken heart, still though, she was beautiful. She was more than beautiful. No words could explain… No one, not even himself, could describe how placid the war within him would become when Tifa was there. Just as her lovable self. A snap of a twig. End of moment.
"So." Pulling away from Tifa, Vincent stared into the serious face of Tammy Du. "Is Lucretia your sister? Friend?"
"No." Almost unbelievably fast, the submarine driver managed to reach out and grab him before he could make one of his hasty escapes.
"Then what is this 'Lucretia' to you?"
"… I love her." Not even a second after the words left his mouth, howling laughter was crying from her questioner. Trying to hide as much annoyance from his voice as he could, for the sake of the location of the temple, he spoke. "May I ask what is so amusing?"
"God, can't you even fool yourself can you? I'm sorry to tell you but it's obvious that Lucretia isn't the one you dream about at night." She didn't know a thing. It was much more complicated than two girls, which did he love.
"She is."
"No. I'm telling you, you don't think about her as much as you're trying to lead on. But… if you ask me," Turning her face, Vince followed her line of vision who landed on Tifa. "She's the one you love."
"No." Brushing off her hand, he disappeared back into the house.
Sorry not much happened... I'll try better next time. BTW sorry for taking longer than usual to update.