Slightly stupid shenanigans are sure to send certain silly scoundrels to sit silently in solitary.
The characters. They belong to Squeeeeeeeenix.
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(Vincent)
There's something new that's wrong with me.
And strangely, I actually wanted to be in this situation. To see what it was like. To see if it would help.
I was sitting in my room feeling sorry for myself. A sudden need for human contact was growing stronger and stronger with every pathetic, pitiful minute, until I couldn't take it any more. I wanted it right then and there. So I wandered downstairs, to the kitchen, where dinner was being prepared.
And here I am now, apologizing for scaring the crap out of Mrs. Tuesti by being too quiet and suddenly appearing right next to her.
I've probably pissed her off now. Nobody likes to be startled like that. "Nevermind. I'm sorry," I mumble and turn to leave.
She stops me though. "No, wait. What do you need, honey?"
"I was wondering if I could try something," I still can't look her in the eyes. "Could I maybe have a hug?" And I can't forget the most important part that she likes to hear the most. "Um, please?"
Immediately, her arms are around me. "You don't need to ask for a hug, Vincent," she tells me, rubbing my back in a very gentle manner. She squeezes me tighter when I return the hug, and kisses the top of my head. "Does this feel okay?"
"Yes," I answer. It really does. It's been so long since I've had this kind of loving affection, the kind that a mother gives. I realize how much I've missed this. I love how it feels, and I love her for wanting to give it to me, no matter how much of a monster I am.
"Can I help with dinner?" I ask, knowing full well that I need to pay her back for such generosity.
"I'd like that, Vincent. Thank you," she tells me. "Do you know how to peel potatoes?"
I nod in response, and she points me to a pile of already washed potatoes. I hope they'll end up mashed, cos that'd taste pretty good.
"D'you think I could ask you, well, could you maybe help me with something?" I ask after a while.
"I'll see what I can do. Try me."
"My friend Yuffie, she really likes me, and she won't stop flirting with me," I explain. Yes, this is still bothering me.
"Well, you're a very handsome young man, Vincent," Mrs. Tuesti tells me. "I wouldn't be surprised if you had girls all over you."
"But I don't like Yuffie that way. I like--" I catch myself before I let too much information slip. "...Somebody else."
"Then..." she pauses a moment to think. "I'd suggest that you straight up tell Yuffie that you don't want to hurt her feelings, but you don't feel the same way she feels about you, and that her flirting with you makes you uncomfortable."
"Think that'll work?"
"I don't know Yuffie that well, so I can't say for sure. But I do think it's a good place to start."
I keep quiet for a while, playing that scenario in my head, and wondering if something so simple really will convince Yuffie.
"So...?" Mrs. Tuesti grins at me. "Who's this lucky other one you like?"
Uh-oh. "I don't wanna say."
"Oh, come on," she teases. "Is it Tifa?"
"I, uh, no, not Tifa."
"Ah, I bet it's Aeris, isn't it?"
Maybe I oughtta go ahead and just say yes. Yes, I love Aeris, and we've been planning our future together. 2.5 kids, white picket fence, dog, cat, I'll head some sort of company, she'll stay home taking care of the kids, and we'll live happily until the divorce after one of us is caught having an affair with their best friend. But I shake my head no instead.
She thinks about it for a bit. "...Cid?" she asks hesitantly.
I feel my face grow hot, my heart beating faster, and my mouth going dry. And my hands are shaking a little bit too, cos I know the whole boy/boy thing is bad, and it's gonna make her hate me, and she'll never want to adopt me, and she'll send me away. If I can manage to cut myself with this here potato peeler, maybe I can create a decent distraction...
"...Yes," I answer quietly. I've sealed my fate. I'm doomed to be moved to another home. It'll happen tonight, I know it will.
"Oh..." She pauses again, maybe to gather her thoughts, to decide just how to tell me I can't live in her house anymore. "Does he like you back?"
I nod, and she smiles at me. "Good," she says. And then she nearly causes me to choke when she grins and asks, "So have you kissed him yet?"
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(Cid)
"Give it back," Vincent growls. He's clearly not enjoying this little trick in the least.
"I just want a little bit, Vinny. Come on!" Yuffie pleads, giving her best "pretty please" eyes.
"Give. It. Back. Now!"
"No way! You're not being very nice."
"Yuffie, you're the one who stole his shit in the first place. You started this whole thing," I remind her.
"Well he oughtta share it. It's a whole big thing of it anyway," Yuffie argues.
"He doesn't hafta give shit to you," Reno tells her.
Ya know what this whole fight is about? Goddamn peanut butter. Yuffie has Vincent's jar of peanut butter, and Vincent managed to swipe Yuffie's chocolate bar. This is... ridiculous.
Vincent's face is red. He's furious, and he's about to do the unthinkable. He unwraps Yuffie's candy bar and drops it in the mud.
"Vincent! No!" Yuffie gasps as her precious candy is rendered inedible.
"I told you to give it back, but you wouldn't listen!" he hisses. Vincent's first groups of words directed to an actual person aren't the most pleasant.
He grabs up a handful of mud and throws it at Yuffie. Yuffie is taken aback for a moment, and she begins to run, with Vincent hot on her heels. Reno and I take off after them, leaving the rest of our friends to enjoy the show.
"Careful, Yuffie!" I call out.
"Yeah, he's a biter! Watch your fingers!" Reno adds.
Vincent catches up with Yuffie and grabs her shirt. He's taking her down hard. They hit the ground with a collective "Unf!" and they both go rolling as the peanut butter jar goes flying. Seemingly unfazed, Vincent scrambles up and after his beloved lunch time item, then runs back towards Yuffie.
I'm scared to death that he'll try to Curb Stomp her head or something. "Vinny, stop!" I tell him, and he does so immediately, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
Aeris and Tifa have rushed over to assist Yuffie, who'll be a little sore a little later on.
"Not bad, Vin, but you gotta be careful beatin' up girls, yo," Reno says.
"Yeah, you don't wanna end up with--"
"Detention, Mr. Highwind?" one of the teachers on recess duty interrupts me. He hands Vincent a detention slip and writes another one up for Yuffie.
"Heh. Uh, yeah. Detention."
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(Vincent)
"You know, you're really cute when you're angry," Yuffie doesn't seem to care that I could've broken her ribs knocking her to the ground like that.
"Don't say that!" I yell at her.
"But it's true, Vinny. You don't want me to lie, do you?"
"No! I want you to not say anything! And if you ever try to take my Goddamn peanut butter again, I swear I'll break your fucking kneecaps." I don't care what kind of punishment would await for that offense, but I've discovered something fucking wonderful in that little jar, and nobody is gonna take it from me. Especially not Yuffie.
"See?" she goes on. "You just have the cutest little frustrated look on your face!"
"Yuffie! For crap's sake, I don't like you like that! I'm beginning to not like you at all! Stop telling me I'm cute, dammit!"
"Aw, you're just playing hard to get now," she giggles. "I'll see you in detention tomorrow, Vinny," she sings as she walks off back to class.
"Well...Fuck!" That certainly didn't go as well as I hoped it would.
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Takemi-Chan - Vinny picks up the rock you threw, tosses it up in the air, and it hits him in the head hehehe Thank you for the pocky! I'll have to give it a try : )
Linnsche - It was indeed Silent Hill. I'm sorry for your lack of the games. D : But you have Rammstein, that has to count for something, right? I send you tons of Silent Hill love and hope that you can play them someday : D
VermilionValentine - I'm sure Cid would like that; we all know he loves his little Vinny-kitten, no matter how messed up he is : P
Well, this was sort of just some goofy filler. ("Filler" reminds me of pie filling. Mmm...pie...) Vinny sure has some weird sensitivity quirks. And I still gots me some thinkin' to do... We'll see what I'm able to come up with.
TBC, yo!