Sorry it took me so long to update. I kept getting ideas! Well, here's chapters 3-8 for you! I made Cid the narrator 'cause I love his language! Thanks for reading!
Chapter 3 - Questions
I wasn't too damn thrilled to start living with vampire ass but hell, I needed somewhere to fuckin' stay 'til I could figure out how to get my baby back from Shera's bitchy ass without getting arrested. I had to admit, I felt kinda bad that I was usin' Vin like that, but what he didn't know ain't hurtin' em now! The morning after he gave me that nasty ass fuckin' flower was pretty calm. I woke up, took a shower, and had some (clears throat) 'sausage' with Vin. I wanted to ask him why he actin' so much like that damn twig bitch, Yuffie, but before I could, he left me at the table to entertain myself. Some fuckin' host, huh? Well, though it did bother me a bit at first, I think that I could get used to him actually TALKING and holding conversations with me. I think it's real nice...too nice. I knew something was going on, but I wasn't gonna be the one to pop the fuckin' bubble when I'm living with this guy. Enough a that.
Alright, so when I finished breakfast, I went to my room to change into some clothes that Vincent gave me. To be honest, I was NOT happy! The shirt was so damn' tight I 'bout sufficated just looking at the bitch and the pants he gave me were made of leather. Nuff said. Well, I had no choice but to put the shit on. Even if you know Vin, the last thing you wanna do is get that cat angry. I was trying to find anything that I could do to keep myself from goin' downstairs and lettin' him see me like this. I started lookin' through the drawers in my room and I found an empty notebook. I looked around the room to see if I could spot something to write with. I ain't big on writin', but hell it was somethin' to do. I found a blue pen on one of the nightstands near the bed. I sat down at the foot of the bed as carefully as I could 'cause my pants were so fuckin' tight I didn't wanna bust my nuts wide open.
When I finally got as close as I could to being comfortable, I just started jottin' down random questions that I couldn't answer for myself. Like...What if I could actually read people's minds? What the hell would it do for me? I don't like readin'! Another question that was kinda important was when Aeris had died, why didn't Cloud just sprinkle some fuckin' Phoenix Down on her? I mean, really. If she meant so much to him, he would've figured this one out already. All he did was dump her in a shallow pond that he was able to stand in, which didn't make fuckin' sense either! My head was startin' to hurt 'cause I was startin' to put a lot of thought into some of the questions I wrote down. The one that really stuck with me was one about Vin. I mean, he has this long, black hair that he keeps in perfect shape and won't let anything touch. Though not so much now, he kept a lot to himself. He won't comment on Tifa's beautiful figure ( I'm talking 'bout her chest if ya don't know). He won't hesitate to shoot your ass dead. He wouldn't talk to anyone except me, and even then he didn't say much. He has these glowing red eyes that made him look scary as hell but at the same time seem to draw you to him. He's just fuckin' scary, man! And for some damn reason he "finds" me, of all people, and doesn't waste any time taking me in. I'm tellin' you, it just don't seem too legit to me. That bitch is...well...you know...one of them. He's gotta be.
Before I could think on it more, Vin walks in the room and sits beside me. I wanted to move over, but them damn pants were just too damn tight for me to make any sudden movements without riskin' some serious fuckin' damage, so I just sat there. He didn't even look at the notebook I was writin' in. Them red eyes of his were locked on me like homing missiles! It was freakin' me out! I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. I couldn't even fuckin' blink! Finally, he said something.
" How do you like your clothes, Cid?"
How do I like my clothes? I wanted to fuckin' smack the hell out of 'em, but I just couldn't move in them damn pants, man! I just sucked it up.
"They're fine."
"I would've gone to buy you some new ones, but I don't know your measurements."
I paused for a sec, recomposed myself (cause that scared the shit outta me), then said, "36. 34. 37."
I gave Vin my fuckin' measurements! I wanted to kill myself to keep my head from explodin' from all of the blood pressure. My face had to be crimson red when Vin gave me some wierd grin. I just wanted to go hide under the bed when I saw his face. I was so used to his face being...well...plain. Him showing emotion was just too much for me. I was about to crack when Vin broke the silence again.
"Thank you. I'll remember those numbers when I'm shopping next time." He got up to walk out the door, but I stopped him half way out.
"Wait a minute." I said as calmly as I could to keep him from knowing that I was kinda uneasy about something. He turned around to face me. I got his attention, so I continued. "I got some questions for you, Vin." He sat back down next to me and swung his hair back behind him.
"What's wrong, Cid?" I thought I was gonna fuckin' choke on my spit. He didn't sound as worried as I wanted him to be. Then again, look who the fuck I was talkin' to!
"Nothing's wrong. I just was wondering why you're acting so much like Yuffie." I thought he was gonna clothesline my fuckin' head off my shoulders when he stood up. He started walkin' to the door then he stopped. He stood there for a while before saying something to me finally.
"I was wondering when you were going to ask me that." I stared at him for a while and that's when I found out that he wasn't wearing that shitty cape of his. He was just too different for me. He continued. "I wasn't invited to the reunion last month."
"Is that the only reason you actin' the way you actin'?"
"Wait, Cid. Let me finish." He swung his hair back behind him again and came right back to sit beside me. Did I mention that every time he sat next to me he made the bed shake. I had to keep adjusting my body so I wouldn't move too much in these fuckin' pants! "This wasn't the first time I wasn't invited to be with everyone. I found out that all of you went on a beach vacation the month before that. No one called me then."
"We did those things during the day! We all thought that you wouldn't want to join us anyway because you're a fuckin' vampire." I saw Vin frown and I knew I said something wrong.
"I am not a vampire." He was gettin' angry. I saw him clench that claw of his into a fist. I thought I was dead for sure. "How many times am I to tell you that?"
"You didn't tell me at all!"
"I told you I wasn't a vampire every time you'd ask me. Whether or not you were listening, I cannot say." I could feel the old Vincent creepin' back slowly but surely. I think I might have hurt his feelings, but I wasn't sure if he had feelings. I felt bad anyway, and I built up as much strength as I could to tell him I was sorry.
"I'm...so..." I started to stutter. "I...I'm sorrrrrr..." I couldn't do it. I gave it my best shot. I noticed Vin was lookin' at me with this wierd look on his face.
"Cid..." I looked at him. "Are you...trying to apologize to me?" I couldn't tell 'em I was sorry myself, so when he asked me that I just nodded. I think he understood me. I hope he did anyway. I'm not ready to die no mo'! He blink a few times, then he said, " Thank you, Cid. Though I'm still not finished."
What the hell else was there left to say? Vin felt left out. Okay. Don't we all? I had to hear this. I mean...I had to because I couldn't move. Y'all know why. I don't need to keep fuckin' repeatin' it.
"I've noticed through time that Yuffie seemed to always be happy with herself. She held a smile almost all the time and never would frown for more than a minute. I wondered why she was so happy even though the rest of us were irritated by it. I wanted to feel that happiness. I thought that if I were to begin acting like her in some ways I would figure out her secret."
He shocked me. I had no idea he felt this way. Then he said something else.
"I never needed to act this way around you, though. I've always been happy being around you. The old me wouldn't have said this to you, but I've changed a bit, so I want to tell you that you mean more to me than you'll ever understand. You were my first real friend. You were always there when I needed you. Now, you need me and I want to be here for you like you were there for me all those times. That's why I took you in so quickly."
I almost cried...hell naw! But seriously, it did do something for me. I understood why Vin was acting so happy and cheerful (well...for him, anyway.) I wish he woulda told me this sooner, though. Then, outta nowhere, I just blurted out, "These pants are just too fuckin' TIGHT!" I dont know why, but I tried to stand up. sure enough, I hurt myself. It felt like my nuts were smashed by a fuckin' mallet! In other words, it hurt bad! I doubled over for a minute then fell to my knees clutchin' my baby boys in pain. Know what Vin did? That sumamabitch laughed at me! I was heated, but I couldn't do anything about it 'cause I couldn't get up yet. He stood up beside me.
"I forgot to tell you that you can adjust these pants. Seeing as you cannot get up, I'll adjust them for you." Vin kneeled down to my level and paused for a second. Then, he reached around my waist and down the sides of my pants! I felt my face turn beet red with shock and embarrassment! Me...embarrassed. I didn't feel the claw on his hand, though. He probably took it off, thankfully. I didn't want 'em cuttin' shit up down there with his hands in my pants an' all, which I minded very fuckin' much! After him reachin' all around in my pants and me prayin' that he fuckin' stops, he pulls some string and I felt the pants loosen a bit. Finally. Breathing room! I still didn't move 'cause I was still in pain and my face didn't change back to its normal color yet. He stood up and dusted off his knees. "There. How does that feel?"
Fuckin' wierd I wanted to say. Instead I just grunted, "Good."
The pain went away after a few minutes and my face had cleared up earlier, so I stood up. Vin looked at me like he was undressing me with his eyes or somethin' then he said, "You really do not know how to dress yourself in anything other than a pilot's clothing. Do you?"
He came close and undid the two top buttons of my shirt. I felt air flow through my chest. Ahhhh. Air. I held my head down and faked a few coughs to hide the fact that I had blushed again. I was starting to get tired of fuckin' blushin' everytime Vin touched me, but I couldn't help it. I didn't know why. I had never been embarrassed about anything and here I am makin' an ass outta myself tryin' to keep him from noticing me. Well, Vin had walked away from me after a while, and when he came back he had some high class lookin' glasses in his hand. "Here." he said before fixin' them glasses up on my forehead. "These could constitute for your missing goggles that you wear here so much."
I went to go look at myself in the mirror above the dresser I got the notebook from off of and I could not believe it. I looked good in that damn shit!
"You should wear things like this more often." Vin said.
I had to agree. I was kinda proud of myself for takin' the chance on wearin' something nicer than what I was used to wearin'.
"Why don't you wear shit like this, Vin?" I asked.
"I'm more comfortable with what I have on now." he replied. That reminded me of somethin' else that was wierd.
"Speakin' of that...where the hell is that damn rag you got around your neck all the time?"
"My cape is in the washing machine." He turned and headed for out and then stopped in the doorway. "I'll need you to help me with the cookies."
"What fuckin' cookies?" I 'bout jumped out my socks! "I'm not bakin' no damn cookies, Vin! What the hell do I look like?"
"Like a million bucks."
I paused for a minute. Tell me...he did not...just say that? For some damn reason, he just kept chuckin' curve balls at me thinkin' I'ma miss all of 'em. I caught that one, though. He said I looked like a million bucks. I begged to differ.
"Fuck that, man. I look like two million bucks." I guess I was gettin' into it a bit too much. "Hell, I'm fuckin' priceless!"
"Yes, you are, my dear friend." Vin sounded a little sac..surc...y'all bitches know what the hell I'm talkin' about! Like he was tryin' to be fuckin' funny! He followed up. "Come on. We don't want to wait too long. Miss Grey closes her store after the sun goes down. I go to give her cookies every day."
He really thinks I'm helpin' him bake them damn cookies, I thought to myself. Then I thought, what the hell? Shera used to make cookies all the time and though them bitches was nasty as hell, she was happy makin' them. I swear, you couldn't break one of them bitches with the jaws of life. Not to mention they tore you a new asshole if you were unlucky enough to swallow one of them nasty shit cakes! But enough about that bitch! It was about then and there, and that day, I was gonna do them cookies right...what the hell was I thinkin'? I wasn't at all sure how to make cookies, but I knew Vin would show me. Where he learned it, I don't care to know. And the dough he uses I care even less about. I just wanted him to be happy. That's what mattered most to me. So, I pulled those expensive glasses over my eyes and went downstairs to help Vin make cookies like the fuckin' bitch I was gonna have to be that day.
Who the hell was this Miss Grey he was so happy about seeing, I thought to myself. I thought she was gonna be some grumpy ass ol' lady sitting on 'er front porch in a old rockin' chair rockin' back and forth with an mean ass tabby cat who was always ready to scratch your fuckin' eyes out on command sleepin' in her lap, but damn was I wrong!