Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Cupcake ❯ Cupcake ( Chapter 1 )

This little number reared it's head while I was making some Blueberry muffins. I thought "Boy, it would be hard to do this with only one hand.. Or a claw." -snicker-

Slight Cid/Vincent implied.. But only if you squint and tilt your head. Heh. Characters are copyright Square.

But, any'vay.. Read. Enjoy! Review?

 

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A crimson headnand quickly absorbed the renegade beads of sweat as they threatened to distract form the task at hand. With as much patience and nimbility as he could muster, Vincent Valentine proceded in his work with the upmost care. The process of lining muffin pans with paper liners was nerve wracking; doing it with the sharp talons of a golden claw was nearly impossible. The gauntlett easily sliced the delicate, colourful wrappers.

 

Even with as much prescision as he could muster, a growing pile of mangled muffin cups lay at Vincent's sock feet. He ripped through Easter papers covered in pastels and baby chocobos. He punctured Halloween black cats and grinning Dorky Faces. Meteorfall Remembrance fireworks were just no match for the razor fine edge of "The Claw". His last hope was the very festive Christmas Hollyberries. The date was August 17th. He was not feeling very festive.

 

In desperation, Vincent had taken a different approach. WIth the small papers neatly arranged on the countertop, he would take one cup at a time in his lips, abd lightly drop it ino a slot in the muffin pan. The going was slow, yet not fruitless. By the time Vincent had situated five cups and was going for his sixth, who should chance by but Captain Cid Highwind.

 

Cid could really care less what happened in the kitchen now'days. About a week prior, he and the Airships' head cook had gotten into a spat. In the end, the chef was tossed overboard- with a parachute- and Vincent was appointed the new cook, via the short straw. Cid and the rest of the crew then decided it was in their best interest if they did not comment on what would happen, go in or come out of the kitchen.

 

However, a disgruntled huff from Vincent earned a sideways glance as Cid sauntered past. He stopped in his tracks, dumbfounded. To the captain, the way he was looming over the counter suggested that ol' Vinnie was trying to make paper cranes with his mouth!

 

The scene invited mischief which was too good to pass up. Cid snuck in behind Vincent as he grinned from ear to ear. Normally this wouldn't be effect, but Mr. Valentine just happened to be completely engrossed in his work. Repressing a chuckle, Cid leaned forward bringing his mouth a hair's breadth away from chef Valentine's ear.

 

"How's it goin', Muffin?" He questioned in a smart, collected whisper.

 

Vincent's wine red eyes widened as he was unnerved by Cid's sudden appearance. Quicjly spinning to face the captain, he was ready to give a smug reply, but ended up knocking into the muffin pan. The pan went airborn and batter coated the both of them.

 

Now equally startled, Cid's expression could be read as "Oh. Shit. Highwind you dumbass. You've made him angry, and now it's curtains for ya'."

 

For a moment, they only stood gaping at the other, trying to graps the whole of the situation. Then, though the rest of his face remained stoic, Vincen't eyes shone with amusmant as he replied, "Why things are going swell. Thank you for asking, Cupcake."

 

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