Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Du darfst mein Bestrafer Sein- Sehnsucht ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 5 )

Vincent groggily woke up to screaming. The clock said it was ten twenty-four. Last time he had looked at it, it had said five thirty-nine.

He had tried to sleep, but his arm kept him awake. It kept hurting all night, where it wasn't supposed to. He hated phantom sensations. The pain was only mild, and often it wasn't really pain at all, just the feel of his arm, the memory of his sleeve and his old watch and his hand when it twitched. The fact that he felt the sensations always got to him and he'd spent most of the night awake.

"What do you mean you want to upgrade it?" he heard Cid yell. Vincent rolled over, his face on the pillow. Ever since the Tiny Bronco had been shut down he had sworn to himself he would never get within ten feet of a Cid when he was yelling about his plane.

"Cid, the technology is thirty years old!" Shera yelled. That didn't sound like they were arguing about the plane.

"Of course it is!"

"Cid, I'd have to find a manual for this thing just to know what I'm doing!"

"SO? They make manuals for everything these days."

"Cid, how are we going to replace out-of-date parts? Where are we going to find a manual on this thing? This would take more work than upgrading it!"

"I am not going to have you put a bunch of new shit in his arm!" Cid yelled.

Vincent sighed. That was his cue to get up.

"This thing isn't a computer Shera! You can't just add a bunch of… of… of doohickers on it every year. We aren't changing anything about it, we just gotta get it working again. Just fix the pieces that got burnt and I'll put it back together."

"Cid, the stuff that's been burnt is toast. I need to replace those parts, and if I'm going to replace parts, they should be stuff I'm used to. They should be modern parts. We can't just glue this back together! Cid, this guy is wandering around where stuff is exploding!"

"So? That's happened to me when I was working on the rocket. More than once, too."

"Cid, this is Vincent!"

"Of course it's Vincent!"

"Cid, he's just … just…" Shera stuttered, too frustrated to get the words out.

"I'm just what?" Vincent asked, leaning in the bedroom doorway, still dressed in just his boxers and secretly glad that he wasn't underdressed for the argument. Cid barely had his pants on and Shera's shirt was so big it was falling off her shoulder.

"Vincent, I-would you like some waffles?" Shera said, forcing a very large smile.

"I'm not a baby, Shera. A little name calling isn't going to kill me."

No one moved for the next three seconds.

"You're just… easily upset. That's all."

Vincent said nothing for a bit.

"Do whatever's easier for you. The simpler it is for you, Shera, the faster it'll get fixed." Vincent turned and disappeared into his room to get dressed.

"I'm sorry-" Shera started, but Cid put his hand on her shoulder.

"For Vincent, that's friendly. If he didn't like you he wouldn't say anything and close the door to go sulk."

"Cid, he worries me."

"You'll get used to him. Just leave him alone and he'll really like you."

"No, I mean my friends who are on diets eat more than he does."

"He'll be fine."

"I just don't want to share the house with a man who has a better hourglass figure than I do."