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Candy Wrapper	By : KSipesh Category: Final Fantasy VII > Het - Male/Female Views: 1100 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"They're like little nuggets of fanfiction sunshine!"-- Jobi

You, my dear friend, are a nut!

Chapter 3

The following day we were in Junon. Cid was set on us getting supplied for the remainder of the mission. He had been leading us through town, from one store to another, seeing to it that we amassed all of the items he�d placed on the lists he�d handed out to us.

"Guys, we�re never gonna get this shit done unless we split up," Cid growled to us as we exited the third shop he�d taken us to. "Cloud, you�re with me. Barrett, you take Yuffie and shoot her if she starts shop lifting."

"Hey!" the ninja had said, crossing her arms across her chest. I found the fact that she constantly took offense to being called on her theft funny.

Cid blew her off as usual and looked over at me. "Tifa, why don�t you and Sunshine hit the ammo stores? Keep your neck covered, though."

I glanced over my shoulder at Vincent, seeing that this had gone by him without any reaction. There was a smile that came to my lips and I looked at the pilot again. "Okay."

Cid had shrugged at that point and headed off, taking Cloud with him. Cloud had given me a strange look before following his shopping partner away, but I chose to ignore him. I was just too excited about having been put with Vincent to care about what Cloud thought.

Vincent never even looked at me before turning and walking down the street. He seemed to know where he was going, and I had to run a small distance to catch up. Those long legs of his allowed him to go along at a pretty good pace, and I was pressed to keep up with him.

He ducked into an ammunition shop and I went in behind him. I just stood by and watched him pull several boxes from the shelves. Occasionally, I would glance at the list in my hand that had been provided by Cid, only to realize that Vincent was getting every item on it in the order in which they were written. I found this eerie in a way. He hadn�t asked to see the list and so how he was systematically following it confounded me. I had to ask. "Vincent?"

He froze and slowly turned his head toward me, narrowing his eyes in anticipation of me actually posing a question.

"How do you know what to get?" I held up the list.

"When Cid was speaking to us, I looked over your shoulder and saw the list, Tifa." His voice indicated that this had been a stupid question on my part.

I was a little hurt by the way he�d said that, but Vincent probably didn�t mean to sound as cold as he tended to. Still, I glanced down at the list in my hand, seeing that it had well over thirty items written upon it. "You memorized this whole thing in just a few seconds?"

After adding yet another small box to the growing collection being held against his body by his left arm, Vincent turned to face me once more. "I have a photographic memory. I know exactly what�s on that list, and I will never forget. I never forget anything that I see."

Somehow, I knew that last line had nothing to do with the present situation and I realized I was frowning. His tone had taken on the quiet and pained sound that I�d heard from him the night before. Again, I found myself wanting to put my arms around him, but I knew better. "Oh."

"You can help, you know." He went back to grabbing our needed items off of the shelf.

I cringed inwardly and went to his side, allowing him to begin placing items into my arms. Within five minutes, we had completed our list and I followed him to the registers. Vincent paid and the clerk put our things in a bag.

We headed back toward the airship, Vincent clutching the bag to his chest as we went. I wanted to try carrying on a normal conversation with him as we walked along, but Vincent wasn�t talkative, hell, he wasn�t even willing to look at me, it seemed.

I looked up at the massive airship once we were beside it. There was just one more thing that I needed to get in town and I knew that I should probably go about it without Vincent. "Hey, I have to go back for a little bit."

There was no response from Vincent at all-- he seemed determined to ignore me for the time being.

I guess I was feeling full of myself and I spun to leave, running off at the mouth a little as I retreated. "No, that�s fine, Vincent. Of course I�ll be careful."

Although I may have been heading away from him, I knew that Vincent had turned to look at me as I left and it made me smile.

I made my way to the nearest convenience store and went on a search. After combing through their entire candy section, I spotted the same type of candy bar that I�d offered Vincent the night before. This time, however, I didn�t just buy two. I picked up the entire box and carried it up front with me.

When I set it on the counter, the woman behind the register gave me a strange look. "You�re not gonna keep that figure if you eat this sort of thing."

I had to laugh. There was no way for me to explain to her that these stupid candy bars were very possibly the key to the most difficult place on the planet to get to. "They�re for a friend."

She clearly didn�t believe me. You�d have thought I was buying a box of condoms or something along those lines from the reaction she was giving me. Then again, those candy bars could have been leading to something dirty so maybe she was justified.

With my purchase discreetly placed into a paper bag, I made my way back to the ship and boarded. I made a half hearted attempt to look for Vincent after I�d hidden my purchase in my room, but he, as was so often the case, was no where to be found. I figured I would just have to wait until that night.

And that is exactly what I did. Just to get Cloud off of my case and my tail, I turned in to my room around the same time as he did, pretending that I was going to go to bed. I waited there for about an hour, until I was sure that everyone was locked up for the night. Then, I retrieved two of the candy bars I�d purchased and headed up to the deck of the ship, making sure to keep absolutely silent, since I didn�t feel like explaining myself to Cloud or anyone else.

Up on deck, I spotted Vincent looking over the railing, just as he�d been doing the night before.

I went to his side. "Here."

He glanced over at me and saw the offered candy bar. This time, he took it without any hesitation. Behind that cloak, I thought he�d probably offered me a polite smile before he tore the wrapper off of the chocolate bar and got to eating it.

I, too, got to eating the one I had brought for myself and when I was done, I again stuffed the wrapper into my pocket.

Vincent finished his as well, and this time, he turned toward me and held out his bit of garbage. "I suppose you don�t want me throwing this overboard again?"

"Right." I nodded at him and plucked the wrapper from his hand, once more placing it into a different pocket than my own.

That�s when I came to appreciate exactly how observant Vincent was. His eyes narrowed at me and he leaned sideways on the railing. "Why separate pockets?"

"What?"

"Your wrapper you�ve placed in your right pocket both tonight and last night, and mine has gone into your left, an awkward maneuver since you�re right handed. Ergo, you must have some reason for keeping my wrappers separate from your own. Why?" His eyes hinted at a potential self-satisfied smirk that he may have been wearing.

I felt myself blush, probably turning redder than I ever had in my entire life. "You actually noticed that?"

"I notice everything."

Crap, I can�t lie to him. He�ll see right through me! I thought helplessly.

Vincent just remained silent, awaiting my answer. He was demanding it in his own way.

"You caught me, and you�re gonna laugh and think I�m completely retarded when I tell you." I couldn�t bring myself to look at him and I turned to face out at the night again.

Still, he remained there, anticipating my explanation.

"Okay, I keep a journal of everything that happens, and I taped your first candy wrapper in there last night, and I was gonna put this one in there, too." My heart felt like it was going to jump into my throat.

"And what did you write about last night?" he asked, his voice barely audible.

I bit my bottom lip for a few seconds, dying a million deaths of embarrassment. "Well, that I, uh, talked to you for a little while."

"And?"

Damn it! We were supposed to be up here to talk about you tonight, Vincent! I looked over my shoulder at him, knowing that my cheeks were still the same flushed shade. "And that you let me see you, and that you kissed me."

He nodded, the motion almost imperceivable. "I see, and what will you write about tonight?"

I smiled at him and dared to move a little closer. "I don�t know, yet. I do believe that you were supposed to tell me your story."

The faint hint of amusement that he�d maybe been displaying in his eyes vanished before the words had completely fallen from my lips. "My story. So, you wish to hear it, even at the risk of coming to hate me for it?"

How he could think I could ever hate him was beyond me. I was too fascinated by him to ever consider disliking him for any reason. "You�d have to tell me that you�d killed my family or something to get me to hate you, Vincent."

"Your family is dead, or so I was lead to believe from your conversations with Cloud and Aeris." His eyes kept fixed upon me.

I looked away again. "They are. My mom died when I was still a kid, and my dad was killed when�"

I had to stop, the memory was still too fresh. My father had been killed in the fire that had destroyed Nibelheim so many years before.

"Sephiroth burned your hometown, is that when he died?" Vincent�s voice carried that pain again.

I just nodded, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand.

"Then hate me, Tifa." Vincent turned his back to me and walked a few steps away. "I killed him."

"What?" I was glad that he�d been looking away at that moment, because I knew my expression had to have been ridiculous. "You didn�t kill him! You were asleep at the time under that damn mansion!"

I saw his shoulders slouch and he turned a little to look back at me. "I may as well have. His blood is on my hands, I assure you."

"Vincent�" It was obvious that he was throwing yet another burden onto the pyre of guilt in the center of his soul, and it tore me apart. "How can you say that?"

He looked away again. "Do you really want to hear it?"

"I wouldn�t have come here if I didn�t!" I took a step closer, not willing to let him push me away.

"Not here."

I was confused. "What?"

"I will tell you, but not here. We need to be behind locked doors." His eyes closed as he turned to let the night wind push his hair back.

He was beautiful. I know I�ve said that before, but it�s true and deserves repeating. My heart rate picked up again, and I nervously made my offer. "I have a room to myself."

Vincent took a deep breath and looked over at me. "That will do."
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