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Surely, She Ain't Serious	By : KSipesh Category: Final Fantasy VII > Het - Male/Female Views: 1917 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Surely, She Ain�t Serious

Chapter 11

Cid led Tifa to his room, and landed in one of the two chairs that flanked the small table within. She quickly took up the other and set her bottle upon the table.

The pilot drank in silence for several minutes, offering Tifa occasional glances and faint smiles. Damn he wished he could convince her to not go back to the shit hole otherwise known as Midgar.

Deciding to break the quiet, Tifa eventually spoke up. "So� how weird was that when Vincent walked in on us?"

Cid scoffed and leaned back in his chair, resting his bottle upon his leg. "That�s one odd motherfucker. Most people would�ve walked out and said they were sorry, instead of just going about their business."

"It was funny, though," she laughed back.

"Yeah, I�ll give ya that." Cid couldn�t help but smile. "Just hope he ain�t gonna use that as some sorta visual the next time he�s pullin� one off."

Tifa picked up a magazine from the table and threw it at the pilot. "You�re terrible, Cid."

"Like you�ve got anything to worry about, he wouldn�t be thinkin� about you," he said back, his tone light, deflecting the magazine easily enough.

"Well�you�ve got me there." Tifa slumped into her chair and sighed as another silence passed between them.

As the minutes pressed on, Cid�s smile began to fade, as once more the question of whether or not Tifa felt for him like he did her rang through his mind.

Catching the change in his expression and attitude, Tifa leaned forward, setting her now empty bottle upon the floor between her boots. "Cid?"

He didn�t make much of a reply, just grunting quietly.

"What�s wrong?" she asked.

Cid bit his bottom lip for a moment, before deciding that he really had nothing left to lose. "How committed are you to goin� back to Midgar?"

Tifa raised her eyebrows and thought for a moment. "Wh�why?"

He felt his face go red again and shrugged slightly. "Well, Midgar�s a mess now and� I mean, you could stay with me in Rocket if you wanted."

Tifa dropped her gaze away and shook her head. "I appreciate the offer, Cid, I really do, but� I have to go back. I know it probably seems stupid, but rebuilding that bar is really important to me. I mean, that bar is the one thing I�ve got in this world, really. I made that place-- it�s mine� If that�s the one small thing I can do to help rebuild the city, then I sort of feel like it�s my duty to do so. I guess what I�m trying to say is that I could no more leave Midgar than you could Rocket."

"I could leave Rocket," Cid said, grasping for straws, although the thought honestly scared him.

"Cid, you know good and well that you couldn�t. Where in the citywould you have the room to keep your planes and run your charter business?" Tifa produced a smile at the very idea of the rural pilot attempting to live in a place like Midgar. "Besides, I thought you were going to try and build another airship? You couldn�t do that in the city, not to mention that back in Rocket, you have a ready made work force. Plus, that town would fall apart without you. Even if you don�t want to admit it, everyone there looks up to you to lead them."

Cid sank deeper into his seat. "Yeah, I guess so."

"Besides, Cid, it�s not like you�re in love with me. This is just� I don�t know�" She grew pensive again.

"Sure." Maintaining his calm and bravado, the pilot nodded and knit his brow, staring over at the wall. "Hey, I�m gonna go out and have a smoke before bed. I�ll be back in a few minutes."

"You don�t have to leave to do that. This is your room, Cid," Tifa said with a smile.

He was already out of his chair and heading for the door. "I could use the air. Besides, you probably want to go take a shower before bed and stuff, right?"

"Oh, yeah," she agreed.

"Tell you what, you go do that, and I�ll be back in a little and we�ll go to bed, okay?" He forced a smile.

She reciprocated his expression. "All right. See you in a bit."

Cid gave her a wink and then stepped out the door. He hurried to the open deck of the ship and walked out into the night air. After getting to the railing, the pilot leaned upon it, hung his head, and drew in a jagged breath. "I don�t fuckin� love you? God damn, Tifa, you have no idea�"

Within a few seconds, there were honest to God tears marking his cheeks as the pain erupted in his heart. There had been no intent on his part to come up to have a cigarette-- Cid just needed to get away before he broke down. He knew that Tifa hadn�t meant to hurt him, she had only been speaking honestly. Then again, he knew that this was how it inevitably had to be, and kicked himself for having gotten his hopes up at all.

"This fuckin� sucks," he sighed to himself, drying his cheeks with the backs of his hands.

"Highwind�"

Cid spun around at the familiar voice, spotting Vincent standing a short distance away. "What the fuck are you doin� up here?"

"What Nanaki had to do he did, and then chose to go back to Yuffie�s with the others. I opted to not do so and thusly returned." Vincent took a step closer. "I did not intend to disturb you."

"Well, for a guy that doesn�t wanna disturb anyone, you sure have a funny way of goin� about it." Cid crossed his arms over his chest, doing his best to get his machisimo back in order.

"My apologies for earlier. I�d forgotten something." Vincent�s mouth hinted at a smile behind the collar of his cloak. "You seemed to be enjoying yourselves."

Cid huffed. "Yeah."

"Which therein begs the question," the gunman said, moving even closer, "why, then, are you up here, quite alone and obviously upset?"

Rather being torn apart by wild animals than having this discussion with Vincent, Cid faced away again. "I wasn�t upset."

Vincent closed the remaining distance between them and leaned up against the railing next to the pilot. "I beg to differ."

Cid shot him a sidelong glance that could have killed. "Fuck off, Sunshine."

"Where�s Tifa?"

"Either takin� a shower or in my room. One of the two." Cid suddenly did want a cigarette, but realized that they were still in his jacket pocket and that was lying on the floor of the bridge.

"Did she and you have an argument?" he asked.

"Vince�really, go do somethin� with yourself." Cid leaned forward, resting his elbows on the railing.

"No." Vincent narrowed his eyes. "Tifa is my best friend, ergo, if there is something going on, I would like to be apprised so as that I might know how to help her."

"It ain�t her problem," Cid replied flatly.

"If it involves you, then it involves Tifa, and as such, it is her problem," Vincent sighed. "Ah�"

"Ah, what?" Cid was becoming perturbed with the situation and wanted nothing more now than to just go back to his room.

"I think I know what the issue is." The gunslinger pulled his cloak around himself tighter. "You�ve become more�involved emotionally than she has, correct?"

"I don�t wanna discuss this with you, guy." The pilot straightened back up and started to head for the door that would lead him back below deck.

Vincent reached out with his metal left hand and clutched Cid�s right arm painfully. "Cid, she needed a friend to help her through what she was feeling. She likes you very much, but she wasn�t looking for a life long commitment and�it never crossed either of our minds that you might be."

The blond tried to wrestle himself free of the other man�s hold, but the cybernetic arm that Vincent had was just too strong. "Let me go, God damn it!"

"Cid�" Vincent dropped his hand away. "Please don�t be angry with her. You mean very much to her."

"But she sure as hell don�t love me." Cid tensed his jaw.

"She does, just not as you may have hoped. You�ve done wonders for her already. Just�be there for her." Vincent turned and began to walk away. "Be there for her, Cid."

The pilot remained in his spot as the gunman vanished from view.

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Tifa left Cid�s room and headed toward her room. Along the way, she remembered that his coat was on the bridge and stopped by to grab it before she took her shower. As Tifa clutched it to her and headed down the corridor, she felt something in the pocket and reached within.

"What the heck?" she asked no one as she pulled out his cigarettes.

Instantly, Tifa realized that he hadn�t gone out for a smoke at all.
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