Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ LevelHeaded ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 4 )

Who would have thought that I would have made it to four chapters! Yay! However, I was almost completely finnished with this when all of a sudden my computer decided to hate a bit and shut completely down before I could save my file. Right in the middle of my favourite song, too..

 

Any'vay, please enjoy this installment of Level-Headed. As afore mentioned, I do not own any rights to Final Fantasy or it's characters, besides the right of imagination.

 

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Once the privacy screen was raised, Vincent immediately decided to confront Cid.

 

"So, how much have you told Tifa?" His question was a borderline demand.

 

"Vinnie..." The doctor began, but was interpted.

 

"Can I assume they know nothing about my.. 'Condition'?" His voice was meaker than Cid would have like.

 

Yet the defended himself. "They only know you as one of my recovering patients. Not a complete lie."

 

"Barely truthful." Vincent scoffed.

 

"But what would you have me do?" Cid questioned; his voice was slightly frantic.

 

It was in order to prevent their harsh exchange words from becoming screams that Vincent ended the conversation. He re-positioned his body toward the window. Carring little for the blurred scenery left the dairkhaired man little else to dwell on, other than how he should introduce himself.

 

Hello. I'm Vincent Valentine.

 

Pleased to meet you. I'm the demented Vincent Valentine.

 

Oh, you may know me from the television. I was the guy who tried to strangle his attending nurse at the psychiatric ward. I swear it was the demons in my head; I'm actually rather docile. Please, call me Vincent. My, my, your establishment is lovely.

 

The more he thought, the more cynical the answers became. He'd better go with the first one.

 

Only a few feet away, Cid was currently occupying himself with feeling like shit. Sighly loudly, he ran a hand through his slightly unkempt hair. He had known Vincent would be upset when he found out just how little Tifa knew about him. And he knew when he had instigated the trip that Tifa would reject Vincent at first, despite not actually getting to know him. Everyone would, if they relied on the media, and didn't bother getting the full story.

 

'News coverage be damned.' Cid scoffed. 'The difference in Tifa is that she quickly grows to accept everyone. That was just her nature.'

 

In contrast, Vincent Valentine was rarely wam towards anyone. He was quiet. He was wary. It was not a stretch to call him 'aloof'. Yet, there was also a certain quality about that Cid could not pinpoint. It suggested a boyish demmeanor; a quality that implied naivety, a sense of humor and of adventure. A watchful observance. They were showing themselves more and more as he grows more comfortable. It is Cid's opinion that those personality traits were stripped from their body by that nutjob of a scientist. Slowing, they were finding their way back.

 

"Had he not been so fucked up, he would be one helluva guy. Now, you can barely look at him without either of you flinching." Cid mumbled as he rubbed the back of his neck. As he returned the arm to rest on his lap, a light snore rose from Vincent. His form rested against the door. His arm propped up his head while his elbow rested on the window sill.

 

The slow whine from the retracting privacy screen startled Cid from his daze. Vincent hardly twitched in regard, and continued his slumber. From the drivers' seat, the voice of Barret announced, "We'll be pullin; inta' Tifa's in about ten minutes. Ya' better wake yer buddy, Dr. Highwind."

 

"Yea, yea, thanks."

 

With the flick of a switch, and a mention of where to place the tip, Barret rolled up the screen.