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Need For Control	By : KSipesh Category: Final Fantasy VII > General Views: 8033 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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All right, Bleu�he�s a second chapter tonight just for you.

Need For Control

Chapter 1

AVALANCHE was taking a break from the action and had returned to Rocket at the insistence of Cid. Actually, this was more of a function of the fact that he was the pilot and where he wanted to go, he simply took them. Thus, they found themselves in Cid�s hometown.

Cid was sitting at his kitchen table, arms folded over his chest as he glared across the table at Vincent, who had, for whatever reason, followed him. "What the fuck do you want, Vince?"

He averted his gaze from the pilot and stared at his metal hand as it rested in his lap. Cid�s constant verbal abuse was at least some form of communication, and it was more than he got from everyone else. Most people just ignored him. Vincent�s crimson eyes narrowed as nothing in particular crossed his mind and he shrugged, indicating that his mind was, more or less, devoid of conscious thought at the moment.

Cid scoffed and then turned in his seat, looking back at the woman standing over near the stove. "When�s the God damned tea gonna be ready?"

Shera turned and offered the pilot a smile. "Pretty soon."

Vincent watched her response to him with calm interest. Wrong, Shera. That�s not how it�s done. When he demands something, you don�t smile and offer him some flippant answer like that. You act grateful for the mere fact that he bothered to acknowledge you, and then you get whatever he requested instantly, and if that�s not possible, you tell him exactly when it�s going to be done and beg his forgiveness for the delay.

"I know you�re not eyeing her," Cid blurted out, seeing that Vincent was staring at Shera.

"No." Vincent once more looked down at his hand.

"That�s what I thought." Cid leaned back in his seat and considered the man before him. "You�re fuckin� weird."

Vincent nodded slightly. Although Cid tended to treat him like dirt, it was the closest thing to what he honestly needed as he figured he would get. Every barb, every curse directed at Vincent inwardly pleased him, but nothing showed in his countenance to betray this fact. Very little was ever expressed by his face. He had been taught to restrain his emotions unless asked to display them, and Cid had never made such a request.

Finally, Shera set two teacups down upon the table, one for Cid and one presumably for Vincent. She retrieved the teapot and filled their cups.

Cid looked up at her as she topped off his drink. "You didn�t get the sugar and creamer out."

Vincent closed his eyes and sighed. You�ve lived with Cid for years, Shera. You should know what he likes. You are so very careless, he thought to himself.

This just rolled off her back, though. Shera sauntered off to the refrigerator and returned a few seconds later with the carton of creamer and then she fetched the sugar bowl and placed it upon the table before leaving the room.

Vincent watched her go and then shook his head slightly as he watched Cid begin shoveling sugar into his cup.

The pilot caught this and locked gazes with the gunman. "What?"

He debated whether or not to say anything about the situation, but Vincent opted that it would be harmless enough. "She just departed the room without preparing your tea for you. I find that�inconsiderate."

"It�s not like she�s my fuckin� slave, Vince," Cid growled discontentedly as he dumped in a good amount of creamer into his cup.

"I see." Behind the collar to his cloak, Vincent felt the left corner of his mouth twitch in a ghost of a smile as he pondered what it would be like to be just that.

"You know," Cid stirred his drink absent mindedly, "most people give me shit because I make her do too much for me. Kinda funny that you sit there and say she doesn�t do enough."

"As you said, I�m weird." Vincent looked at the other cup of tea resting upon the table, wondering.

"Don�t you want it?" Cid motioned toward the cup. "She got that for you."

Now having permission, Vincent reached out with his right hand and brought the cup toward him. "Thank you."

Cid rolled his eyes and then pushed the creamer and sugar toward his table-mate. "You ain�t gonna just drink that straight, I hope. She makes it awfully fuckin� strong."

With the additives offered to him, Vincent placed a small amount of creamer and sugar to his cup merely out of courtesy, before taking it up and swirling the teacup to mix its contents.

"I don�t get you." Cid brought his cup to his lips and drank. On some level, he felt sorry for the man across from him. Vincent had seemed uncomfortable since the day they�d found him. The pilot knew that he was hard on Vincent in many ways, and yet the gunman tended to cling to him to some degree. Whenever they would split up, he inevitably found Vincent at his side and even now in the house, while everyone else lounged in the living room having a good time, Vincent sat here in the rather dull kitchen with him.

As Cid continued to stare at him, Vincent felt some color come to his cheeks. He couldn�t imagine what Cid was thinking about him, but he was pleased to be the center of attention, even if the pilot was thinking less than flattering things about him. Vincent slowly began to sip at his drink, enjoying its warmth.

"Fuckin� weird," Cid reiterated. He quickly finished his drink and then moved to get up from the table, empty cup in hand.

Acting almost on instinct, Vincent shot up from his seat and claimed the empty cup from the pilot.

Cid looked up at Vincent, eyes wide. "What in the hell are you doing?"

Vincent hesitated for a moment, staring at the cup he was holding. "I�I was going to put it in the sink for you."

He crossed his arms over his chest again. "Okay�"

Vincent then carried out his mission before landing across the table from the blond once more. There was still tea in his cup and he began to sip at it again.

Yuffie and Tifa came bounding in, apparently having gotten bored with the men in the other room. They took up the other two vacant positions at the table.

Cid knit his brow in annoyance as the quiet of the kitchen was instantly shattered by the giddy young females.

Yuffie smiled at Cid. "So, what�s going on in here?"

Cid motioned weakly at Vincent. "Just having some tea, and quiet."

The connotation of this went right over the young girls� heads. Tifa giggled. "We want something to do. What�s there to do around here, Cid?"

He huffed and shrugged slightly. "Nothin� much. There�s a bar in town and that�s about it. All the good shit to do left town once Shinra axed the space program."

An uncomfortable silence then fell over the room as all present saw the dark air that settled over their host. With the death of the space program had perished the pilot�s dreams. They had all heard the story from him plenty of times and knew better than to press him for any further conversation until he snapped out of it.

Vincent silently observed Cid in those moments. He was empathetic enough to feel the pilot�s misery and he wished there were something that he could to do alleviate it or at the very least, get his mind off the subject. However, the things that came to mind immediately embarrassed him and he dropped his gaze back to the table before him as he set his now empty cup down. He sighed and closed his eyes.

Tifa couldn�t stand the unsettled state that had befallen the lot of them and she opted to break it. "So, uh, where�s this bar? I�ll buy."

The offer of a free drink perked Cid�s attention. "What the fuck, let�s go."
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