Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Du darfst mein Bestrafer Sein- Sehnsucht ❯ Chapter six ( Chapter 6 )

"Hey, I said no angst in the house," Cid yelled, seeing Vincent sprawled out on the couch, looking miserable.

"I'm not angsting," Vincent whined. "I'm reading."

"You were on the same damn page when I left to drop off supplies at Wutai this morning."

"I don't care."

"Comic books?" Cid asked, trying to take the book out of Vincent's hands. "I didn't know you read comics."

"Cloud gave 'em to me," Vincent said, closing and putting the comic down as fast as he could, failing to keep Cid from glimpsing the car ad. So it was an old car. It was an old comic. He had been alive back then, old or not now. He could dream about a car, he'd been dreaming about Lucrecia and Hojo for thirty years, it was time for a change. Besides, the car didn't give him so many flashbacks. "My birthday, remember?"

"I don't remember the comic books," Cid commented, kissing Vincent on the lips. "But I remember your birthday."

Vincent rolled over and grumbled.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing" Vincent mumbled, his voice muffled with his face half buried in the couch

"I know that tone of voice," Cid said, and pulled Vincent back. That was the tone of voice Vincent used when he was thinking about Lucrecia and didn't want Cid to know. "Something's wrong, come on."

"I can't do anything around here and I've been here for a week. I'm useless."

"You're not useless, the house just isn't that high maintenance."

"No, I mean… I keep trying to help, but… everything requires two hands."

"You could fly with me when I deliver stuff."

"I don't want to just sit around. I want to help. I can't unload cargo. I can't help fly."

"You think you're useless? Come on, then," Cid said happily, picking Vincent up off the couch by his arm.

"Where are we going?"

"Were gonna fix the engine."

"But I don't know anythi-"

"Doesn't matter, I'll teach you."

"But I can't-"

"Hey, I fixed the plane when I had a broken arm. You'll be fine. I promise. And nothing's gonna fucking explode, either."

Two hours later, things weren't going at all according to plans, but no one was really complaining.

"Cid? You left the door wide o-oh," Sera said, entering after coming home from a long day in the work shed and finding her two housemates making out on the couch. Vincent, who was practically buried under Cid, managed to free his arm to wave at her as she came in. Cid's hands were under Vincent's shirt, which was half undone.

"I just cleaned that couch!"

Neither seemed to pay her any attention.

"Cid, I told you not to do that without moving the coffee table first."

Cid's foot kicked at the specified table, scooting it away, not bothering to break apart from Vincent.

"Didn't I tell you boys no shoes on the couch?"

Nothing happened, save for a few noises from Vincent.

"Whatever. I'm going to take a shower."

She walked out of the room. A few minutes later there was a thump as Vincent and Cid rolled off the couch, not letting a tiny thing like that stop them.