/Cid/
"Fucking alarm," were my first words upon awakening. "Gorram sun isn't even up yet." Suddenly there was even louder noise, then silence. The pistol in Vincent's hand was still smoking when I looked over.
He shrugged and grinned in response, then got up to go to the bathroom. It's a good sign that he seems to be in a better mood than last night, but the shards of the clock are going to be a bitch to clean up.
I feel so fucking guilty for leaving him alone last night. Reeve should have fucking realized... But gorramit, I don't like to think about that. I didn't care so much that he fucked Shera while we were married. That commitment was pretty much dead at the altar. One of the biggest fucking mistakes I ever made. Don't get me wrong she's a great lady and saved my sorry ass on multiple occasions, but she didn't deserve to get stuck with me. More of a best friend (sometimes with benefits) and housekeeper than a life partner. But anyway, my problem was Reeve was that he was also with Vincent at the same time. Going behind his back and shit. Behind Shera's too. She thought he wasn't dating anyone.
Tore Vin to fucking pieces when he found out. He was finally starting to love and trust again and that jackass fucked it up. Vin was gone for a long time. Locked himself in the same casket we found him in down in the basement of that cursed mansion. It was the first place we looked, only he had somehow managed to bury the casket with himself in it so we didn't find him.
I beat myself up for a long fucking time over not acting on the way I felt when we were on the quest to save the world from that psycho mama's boy. Didn't realize at the time that the powerful emotions I felt at the time were more than comradeship. By the time I got it through my thick skull, he was gone. Missed my second chance when the baby psychos came around a couple of years later and we all got together again. Too much of a coward to try by then. Saw him again a couple of years later, by then he was with Reeve. Ended up proposing to Shera on an impulse a couple of days later. I blew a lot more chances than most fuck-ups ever get. This time though it seemed like I'd lost him forever.
I covered every inch of the globe I could get to looking for him. Even took one of those damned chocobos around up in the mountains. It was an adolescent male with a sulky disposition. I named him Cloud.
After going every place I could conceivably go, I ended up back where I started. ShinRa mansion. Somebody should really raze the gorramed thing, but it's been declared a historical site or some shit. Fucktarded history professors with a finger up their ass and their heads in the clouds don't know jackshit about anything. It's not a place to be celebrated. ShinRa spin machine at work again. At least they're not holding tours and weddings in it yet. That would be fucked up, but it's been mentioned as a possibility before. A threat of a spear up the ass of the head of the Nibelheim (fake) History Preservation Society stopped that plan real quick.
After taking care of that bit of nonsense, I made my way through the haunted house. Danger this time wasn't so much the monsters of which there were very few, but the poor condition of the building. Holes in the floors, shit falling from the ceiling, cobwebs containing much larger than normal spiders, and so forth. Oh Shiva, I hate spiders. Tiny fuckers a minute fraction of your size that can kill you shouldn't exist. Ended up much messier than normal by the time I got to the stairs leading to the basement. Had a few new rips in my clothing courtesy of nails sticking out and the claws of a now dead monster which was nothing more than a mako-mutated wolf. Nibelheim is one of those places where you don't EVER drink the water if you're opposed to body parts changing in ways they weren't meant to. Ripped clothing is huge in Edge right now, so I'll be hot shit back home. On the cutting edge of fashion, quite literally.
Hit a broken stair bout four steps down. Tumbled down the whole fucking flight. Ended up with a sprained ankle and a shitload of cuts and bruises for the trouble. Had a little bit of curative that didn't get broken in the fall. Should go with plastic vials, but you can taste the plastic when you drink it. Makes it taste like rotten ass. Although they aren't the tastiest things by any stretch of the imagination.
Limped to the familiar room. Completely empty, just like last time. Sat down in the dirt and started to spill my guts. All the things I wanted to say to Vin that I couldn't muster up the balls for when I had the chance. That somebody really did care for him. And that Reeve was a fucking fool for treating him that way. And how I told him so, although I left out the part about how I left him in a fetal position after the beating I gave him. Rambled on about all kinds of things I kept hidden for hours. I'm not ashamed to admit I cried a bit. Okay, it was a lot. The asshole that first said men shouldn't cry needs a spear up his ass too. Preferably a rusty one dipped in chocobo piss. Keeping shit inside fucks everything up.
I finally finished talking and started to feel a bit silly for doing so. Nobody's here, so I'm talking to myself. Talking to yourself is a sure sign of being crazy. So I said a goodbye to the air and wall I was monologuing at and started to stand. That's when the ground started to shake.
Notes and such: Quite a long time between chapters. The problem I've had with this story is that I know the ending (kinda), but I don't have much of a middle. Finally got inspired. Thanks for all the reviews, btw. :)