Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ LevelHeaded ❯ Chapter 6 ( Chapter 6 )

Tralala.. Chapter 6! Oh, there was an authors note in 5 that I had completely forgotten to write in, so I'll add it now.. Uh.. It has to do with the fact that Cid actually knows what he's talking about in terms of psychological stuff.

 

In the first draft, Chapter 5 wasn't so long, but I got carried away with Yuffies and Cid's conversation, so.. Now this chapter needed reworked and that would throw off what little of 7 I have written.. Oh well. There you have it. Please enjoy this next segment, and may I remind you that I don't own any rights to Final Fantasy. =3

 

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It was hard for Vincent to contain his laughter as Cid came out of the lobby. The look on the doctor's face only added to the complexity of such a seemingly simple task. His eyes were crossed in bewilderment as he tried to make heads or tails of the directions to their suite.

 

"So.. Which way to the rooms, Dr.?" He half chuckled. "Or, would you like to turn around and ask the lovely secretary for directions?"

 

"I'll be damned if you drag be back in ther'. But I think it's around this building, to the left." With that, Cid meandered around to the side of the enormous Bed 'N Breakfast. Vincent followed close behind, feeling somewhat like he was on a treassure hunt. The doctor stooping over a confusing peice of paper, or 'treasure map', only added to the illusion.

 

The weather was perfect for an unscheduled tour of the grounds. The shade from the numerous peach trees kept the sun off, and the fragrance from the flowers in the landscaping was pleasant. At long last, Cid finally spotted the correct suite number.

 

"Aha! Here it is, Vince. Number 4."

 

"Hm. 'X' marks the spot. Ahoy, captain.[1"

 

"Wha? Are you feelin' okay?" For Cid had tuned out Vincent's various pirate remarks.

 

"..Nevermind. I'm alright. I insist. But, yes.. This looks like the place." He raised an eyebrow toward the humongous banner which had been hung on the doorway. It read: "Welcome Dr. Cid and Friend. Love, Tifa, Cloud and Staff." All the more puzzeling was that the pair had walked past this particular stoop twice without noticing the sign.

 

"Sure.. Let's just get ya' outta this sun, Vince." Cid mumble as he inserted the key card into the electronic recignation device. As the light turned green, Cid quickle turned the door knob and was overcome by a soothing waft of cold air.

 

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Their suite was modest, but by no means unaccomidating. To be truthful, all of the 'rooms' at Heaven's Cloud were more like very small apartments. There was a coat closet to the right of the hallway, directly across from the bedroom. The two twin beds were positioned side by side, and were dressed in calming gray bedsheets, comforter and various blue toned throw pillows. The wooden bed frames were light honey stained oak, as were the men's and women's dressers. The carpet was plush, and the colour of melting chocolate, while the window treatments and walls were a light pink[2 with white crown molding.

 

Down the short hallway, there were three other doors. The first room, jsut passed the closet, was a smartly decorated sitting parlour. At the far wall, there was a built-in bookshelf, beside of which sat a cream armchair with a standing floor lamp. There was a matching love seat and a tiny bistro table positioned by the room's only window. Behind the bistro table, there was a mini bar with a cutout to provide access to the kitchen.

 

The kitchen, as mentioned was the second room on the right side of the hallway. It was more of a kitchenette, and only contained a mini stove, a small sink, a few cubboards and a tiny refridgerator/freezer. It was apparent that most of the meals would be taken in the large dining hall with the rest of the guests. The kitchen was finnished in stainless steel and gray. The cabinets were stuffed with various coffees and teas.

 

At long last, the third door, across from the kitchenette, was the washroom. The cool earthtones set the mood, as the colour pallette played throughtout the space. There was both a spacious bathtub and a frosted glass shower, along with double granite sinks.

 

As the pair made their way through the suite, it was apparent that the hostess had very fine tastes. Vincent was rather impressed at the collection of fine literary works in the bookshelf. Cid Highwind was going eagar to taste the wide variety of teas and coffees.

 

For an hour or so, they skitted around conversation. Instead, they focused on unpacking their belongings. Aside from the occasional queary about where such item was placed, they avoided speaking, lest one of them mention the inevitable introduction if Vincent to the Lady of the Bed 'N Breakfast. The time dragged on as Cid debated appologizing to Vincent. He was genuinly startled when he was offered an appology first

 

"..Highwind?" The other's voice was timid at first. He seemed to lack the confidence to even speak the doctor's name.

 

"Yea, Vincent?" Cid was utilizing tact; he used the full name to avoid making him angry.

 

"I-I.. I am sorry." His confession was solidified as the dark-haired man raised his head as he spoke. Vincent admitted that not making eye contact was rude, but he still avoided it. Dr. Cid always assumed he was broken into submission by that loon of a scientist..

 

Though confused at first, Cid quickly realized that he was appologizing for ignoring him in the limo, on the plane and generally being something akin to a stubborn ass all day. The look on his face was so sincere that Cid couldn't help but laugh.

 

"Ah.. It's alright, Vinnie-boy." Placing a hand on his friends shoulder, the doctor sqkueezed it lightly. "I haven't exactly been fuckin' prince charming either. S'all good.

 

Yet Vincent remained unmoved by Cid's speech and touching gesture. His gaze was drawn to his shoulder where the doctor's arm still rested. Staring confusedly, the man was jst about to comment upon it when there was a loud, forcful lock at the door.

 

Simultaneously both men turned toward the door. As Cid yelled, "I'm comin', just keep your britches on.." in a louder voice than deemed needed, Vinvent hung back. He felt rather uncomfortable, as his gut told him what to expect; it was the same as what he dreaded. And though meeting Tifa was unavoidable, he just hoped she's lived under a rock for the past three years and hadn't the time to read the newspaper.

 

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Well, is it Tifa? or could it be another of our Final Fantasy VII dahlings. Oooh.. Did I just create 'suspense'?