The Reckoning: Vincent's Goodbye
Chapter VII
Tifa had woken up alone in the morning, quickly gathering herself after realizing Vincent was not beside her. Glancing at the clock for only a moment, she jumped out of bed in a bit of a hurry to gather some clothes for the day.
"Ohhh man... I don't have time for a shower! Where is Vincent?" He's always going off somewhere...
"I'm here." Vincent casually walked in, silently shutting the door behind him only to look at Tifa with his ever cold glare. His eyes poured over her as she stood before him; he had not the slightest of ideas on what to think as he examined her closely. "You're... beautiful..." Tifa could only blush before realizing what he meant.
"Vincent!" Tifa quickly picked up her clothes to cover her body from Vincent's prying eyes. She knew he was looking over her body, but she was unsure if Vincent had the slightest desire to touch her in any way.
"Hmm, sorry." Vincent's words were hardly audible as he could not stop himself from laughing; a rare occasion in his lifetime. At least now. Vincent excused himself and made his way out the door, either out of respect or to simply save Tifa any further embarassment. Only one thing was for certain: Vincent had seen Tifa in the way he had only dreamed; her naked splendour right in front of him. But it was not long before Vincent banished any and all thoughts of her in that manner. He quickly composed himself in a collected manner, and stood at the end of the railing dowstairs, silent.
"Vincent... I didn't think you would see me naked like that. I was at least hoping..." I was at least hoping it would be more intimate. Tifa looked about her room. What she held in her hands was her favorite outfit, her black skirt and her white shirt. Today though, it wasn't good enough. She had to wear something special for Vincent. She was taking him out and wanted to look good for him. "What do I wear? Gah... Do I wear something revealing? Casual? Seductive?" Tifa paused for a moment, thinking silently, not at all caring she was standing naked in the sun. "Wait! I know what I can wear! How could I even forget?" Tifa had forgotten all about the outfit she had made for her. It was an outfit comprised of colors based around Vincent's normal color schemes. A long black skirt made of shimmering silk with black and purple lace making a large gothic cross covering the btter part of the front, and the name 'Vincent' in similar fashion was tailored onto the left leg, 'Valentine's' on the right now covered her legs. Covering her chest and torso was a crimson velvet corset, with leather straps lifting up her chest in push up fashion, and blood red bows covered her nipples. To finish her new outfit, Tifa donned a black cape, having a silver and red coffin designed on its back, the lining inside also crimson. "I believe I'm ready now... If Vincent liked seeing me without clothing, I wonder just how badly he would love to undress me from this? If he like seeing me at all..."
Vincent stood quietly, patiently waiting for Tifa, but he couldn't help himself but wonder what ever would take her so long to get dressed. No matter he thought, he would just wait. Whatever it was, it must be with good reason. Does she plan to surprise me? Vincent could not tell if he was actually hoping for something for a change, or if simply growing a little anxious to see what Tifa had planned for him. Whatever the wait, Vincent would endure for he was certain that Tifa would not at all disappoint him with whatever it was she had planned. And as Vincent stood, a charming smile passed his lips as he heard Tifa coming downstairs. "...huh?" Vincent saw only a pair of latex boots with stiletto heels and straps. "Tifa?"