"Rufus' Twin"
By Jen
Chapter Three - Seven Years Later
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Cid stepped into the kitchen, wiping his head vigorously with a towel. Shera
stood at the stove, stirring what smelled like stew. He tossed the towel
onto the counter and wrapped his arms around her from behind.
Smells good.
Its stew. Mandie asked for it tonight.
I wasnt talkin about the stew. I was talkin about
*you*.
*Cid*! she protested, her face turning an unmistakably bright
shade of red.
What do you say to makin up for me bein gone tonight right
now?
But, the stew-
Cid reached over and turned off the burner.
Mandie-
Mandies over at Clouds playin with Cera for the next
hour, he replied, turning her around so that she faced him.
Oh. she said, at a loss for words while confronted with his very
determined face.
He tucked the loose strands of hair floating around her face behind her
ears.
Hmm? he asked.
She blinked twice behind the round frames of her glasses and nodded. Cid
swept her up into his arms and headed for the direction he had come.
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Cid landed the Highwind outside of Nibelheim and heaved the rope ladder over
the edge. Although they had led a relatively peaceful life for the last eight
years, all of them still kept their weapons in close proximity. He climbed
halfway down the ladder, and then tossed the Partisan down the rest of the
way.
Vincent watched him from the upper floor of the mansion. He could see the
flickering tip of the cigarette in Cids mouth, and the detailed outline
of the patches on his blue, faded pilots coat. His keen eyesight was
only one of the many advantages he received from Hojos experiments
on him. His left arm, below the elbow, was made out of metal and ended in
a nasty looking claw. His eyes, once a quiet shade of brown, were now an
intense red that deepened when he was furious.
Others perceived him as a calm, cold man. But, when they witnessed his
frightening limit breaks, they wondered at the torture he must carry in his
soul. He had shed his blue Turks uniform long ago, and in its place, he wore
black clothing covered with a blood red cape--its clasp reaching well
above his chin. At his side, at all times, he kept the Death Penalty shotgun
in a long holster.
Walking to the railing of the stairs, he jumped down to the floor below with
the ease of a big cat. Cid was standing in the doorway, leaning on the end
of the Partisan.
You are making a hole in my floor.
You got so many damn holes already, how would you notice? Cid
replied, lighting up another cigarette.
Vincent ignored that reply and then said, You are late.
Cid grinned, his cigarette sliding to the side of his mouth, I had
to spend time with Shera to make up for stayin in Costa Del Sol
tonight.
Vincent turned away from Cid, not knowing how to reply to that comment. Had
he any feelings, he probably would have blushed.
Cid pulled his weapon from the floor, and followed Vincent. They walked up
the stairs and took the door on the right. Vincent pushed aside the tomb-like
entrance to the basement, and they descended.
Damn, I hate this place. Some of the $%#! that was livin down
hered scare the hair right offa your face.
Does that include me? Vincent asked, delivering this in a neutral
tone, his face devoid of all expression.
If I didnt know better, Vince, Id say you just made a
joke.
They passed the room where Vincent had slept in a coffin for many years to
escape from his pain. But he never really had, because nightmares had plagued
his every moment that he slumbered.
When they reached the room of Hojo and Gasts experiments, Vincent felt
the familiar anguish that twisted his soul. The one feeling that he allowed
himself, experiencing his love for her. Lucrecia, his love. The sun
had set and the moon had rose on her, and Hojo had taken her from him and
used her to create the evil that was Sephiroth.
Cid knew that staying here must be ripping Vincent apart. It was in this
house that he had lost the only love he had ever known, and that who he was
as a man was altered forever at the hands of the deranged Hojo. When they
had first defeated Sephiroth, Cid knew that Vincent had no where to go, so
he had offered his place. But, Vincent had insisted upon staying here to
make sure that Hojo hadnt left any surprises for the group to contend
with.
Cid couldnt imagine living without Shera--even the thought caused pain
to spread through his gut like wildfire--and he could only speculate at what
Vincent must have felt all these years for Lucrecia.
Let me have a look at the circuit breaker.
Cid ducked his head inside, and messed around with a few wires. That wasnt
working, so he dug deeper.
What the hell?!
What is it? Vincent questioned.
Theres-somethin-back here...it feels like-ugh...a damn
file.
He adjusted a few more wires, and then, satisfied when the lights came on,
he turned to Vincent.
Im not sure what the hell this is.
Leave it on the table, we must pick everyone up if we hope to make
it to Rudes bachelor party in time.
Cid tossed the file on the table, not noticing when an enormous stack of
papers slid down to cover it.
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Yo, Rude. Who do ya think is enjoyin your party more, you,
Barret jerked his thumb in the direction of the bar, or them?
Rude turned to look at the trio and then back to Barret,
Them.
Rude was on his third beer, and showing no signs of intoxication. Next to
him, Barret was still on his first. He had promised Elmyra that he wouldnt
get drunk. She figured someone needed to watch out for the three that always
got plastered. Vincent, Red, and Cloud were the only three that hadnt
touched alcohol. Red considered it toxic, Vincent a waste of time, and Cloud
wasnt interested.
The three party animals then, were Reeve, Reno, and Cid. At this moment,
they stood at the bar, beers in hand and singing Cids choice of song--*Over
the Wild Blue Yonder*--at the top of their lungs. Though not drunk enough
to be incapacitated, they were nonetheless sloshed enough to make fools of
themselves.
Vincent, consider yourself blessed to only have enhanced eye sight.
I am burdened with overly sensitive hearing, Red added, covering his
ears with his forepaws.
I aint got super hearin and theyre buggin the
hell out of me! Barret stated.
I find that if I concentrate, I can tune them out, Vincent told
the group.
I wish that I could do the same, Cloud replied.
Rude tossed back the last of his beer and said, I have grown used to
it. Reno has been doing this since we first met as newly inducted
Turks.
Yo guys! Yer makin @$$#$ of yerselves! Barret yelled.
$#@% you! was Cids reply and then he launched into the
chorus without skipping a beat.
Hey Rude! Reno yelled. Why dont you join us?
Rudes eyebrows raised above his dark glasses, .......
Reno dismissed him with a wave of his beer bottle, and went back to
singing.
Are you looking forward to being married? Cloud asked Rude.
Rude thought about it for a moment, his face as impassive as stone.
Ya aint havin no second thoughts are ya? Barret asked,
after waiting so long for the answer.
Rude took a drink of his beer and said, I have been waiting a long
time for this day. I have had feelings for her since the first moment we
met. But, she was in love with another and there was nothing I could do.
I lost all hope that she could ever see me for more than a friend. Now, to
know that I will be able to share the rest of my life with her is my dream
come true.
Everyone gaped, astonished that so many eloquent words had come out of
Rudes mouth all at once. Rude, embarrassed by the attention he was
receiving, ducked his head to hide the blush that had spread across his
cheeks--however, it had also spread across his shiny scalp.
That was wonderful, Rude, Red said.
Ye-yeah, a stunned Barret added.
You touched upon feelings I did not know existed, Vincent
stated.
Thats how I feel about Tifa. I just cant say it quite like
that, Cloud delivered.
By now, the consumers of mass quantities of alcohol, had launched into their
fifth rendition of the song, and those sitting at the table were tired of
hearing it.
Aint ya got anything else to sing? Barret demanded.
Not singing at all would be preferable, Cloud decided.
Just because you guys dont know how to have fun, doesnt
mean you need to ruin ours, Reeve replied.
I am afraid our idea of fun does not include torturing others,
Red said.
All right, all right! We get the damn picture! Cid yelled.
Lets play poker for gil, Reno offered.
Now yer talkin! Barret agreed.
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Marlene watched Mandie and Cera playing the popular Chocobo Racing video
game from her place on Ceras bed. Mandie was racing a black chocobo
named Buddy, and Cera was racing a blue chocobo named Max. At the moment,
Buddy was severely behind.
Looks like I might win you this time, Mandie.
Dont count on it, Cera, Mandie replied, scrunching her
face up in an intense look of concentration--a look her Dad told her she
inherited from her Mom.
Max rounded the loop, a white chocobo right on its tail. Behind the white
chocobo, a red, green, yellow, and then the black Buddy. Mandie wasnt
too worried about being in last place, she had a few secrets Cera didnt
know about.
Suddenly, the white chocobo gained on Max and was nearly in the lead until
it lost its stamina and fell far behind. The red warked and rushed to fill
the space left by the white. The green started panting, and its tongue fell
out of its beak. It looked like the green wasnt going to make it
either.
The goal posts of the finish line were looming in the distance, and Mandie
knew that it was time to make her move. Switching her fingers to the top
of her paddle, she started pressing furiously. Buddy warked and shot ahead
of all the lagging chocobos. Just as the chocobos approached the finish line,
Buddy overtook Max and won by a beak.
Cera threw her paddle to the floor, and jumped up, You cheated, Amanda
Highwind!
Mandie comtemplated this turn of events. She may have inherited her
fathers legendary temper, but she also inherited her mothers
ability to think things through before she acted. The question here was,
did she want to fight with Cera, or ignore her?
A sparkle of the Highwind mischief was suddenly visible in her eyes, and
she decided that she hadnt had a good fight in awhile. So, she rose
gracefully, and turned to face her accuser.
I didnt cheat, Cera.
Oh, then what do you call that?! You were in last place and then you
suddenly won!
I just know a few tricks, thats all.
You just didnt want to tell me because you didnt want to
lose! You know Im better at video games than you are.
Mandie looked down her nose at Cera, as if the other girl was beneath her,
and didnt comment.
Ooh!!! You think youre sooo superior! Well, let me tell you Miss
Amanda, youre nothing but a grease monkey! All you ever do is spend
time working on your Dads dumb planes like a stupid boy! At least my
Dad has a real job! Hes Reeves Vice President, not some stupid
mechanic.
Mandies jaw dropped open. She could hardly believe the mean things
that were coming out of Ceras mouth. Grease monkey...
stupid boy... stupid mechanic... and then, Amanda Cid Highwind
became thoroughly ticked off. Considering her parentage, this was not really
a wise choice on Ceras part.
Cera didnt even have a chance to move out of the way as Mandie used
the move Tifa had taught her to knock her opponent from their feet. But,
Cera had been taking lessons from Tifa as well. She easily jumped to her
feet, and prepared herself for Mandies next blow.
Mandie watched Cera like a hawk, anticipating her every move. She knew that
if she waited long enough, Cera would get impatient and then sloppy. So,
she casually dipped in and delivered a small slap to Ceras left cheek.
Cera countered by a swift jab to Mandies upper jaw, which Mandie easily
blocked and returned one of her own. Frustrated, Cera swung wildly, managing
to graze Mandies shoulder and throw her off balance. Given this
opportunity, Cera jumped in and kicked Mandies right leg out from under
her. Mandie hit the floor and felt her backside scream in pain. Cera eagerly
dove in, and was surprised when Mandie grasped her right arm and tossed her
against the wall.
Mandie leapt to her feet and waited in her fighting stance for Cera to
recover.
Tears of pain and frustration filled Ceras eyes as she said, You
stupid jerk!! Youre just jealous because Im more popular than
you are!! At least everyone doesnt call me grease monkey!
Take that back! Nobody calls me grease monkey except for you!
Cera smiled evilly, Youre wrong. Half the school calls you one.
Just the other day, Gavin Nollen said you should act like a girl instead
of a boy.
The blood slowly drained from Mandies face; Gavin Nollen was one of
her best friends next to Cera. He loved airplanes just as much as she did.
Thats not true. she whispered.
Oh, but it is. He even said he thought your Dad was a moron and your
Mom a nerd.
The name calling hurt, the thought that Gavin might be saying things behind
her back hurt even more, but the insults to her parents just plain pissed
her off. And so, Amanda Cid Highwind got her first limit break--Dragon
Punch.
TAKE-THAT-BACK!!
Cera watched in horror as Mandies eyes began to burn an intense blue
and a shower of red shot from her feet up. Mandie set her legs apart, raised
her burning blue fists, and in a blur of crimson and cobalt, darted forward
delivering a powerful uppercut starting at Ceras feet and ending beneath
her jaw.
Ummmph- Cera said, and fell to the floor.
Holy cow! Marlene yelled, jumping off of the bed.
Mandie, her chest heaving with the effort to breath, walked up to Cera and
knelt down beside her.
You okay?
Yeah. I think, she wheezed.
Mandie sat down next to Cera and rested against the wall.
Jeez Mandie, that hurt.
Sorry, you just made me really mad.
Look, Im sorry. All those things I said-they arent true.
None of them.
Mandie waved her hand in dismissal, It doesnt matter.
"Sure it does. Can I tell you something?
Yeah, shoot.
Well, Im really jealous of you.
What?! Me?!
Yeah. Youre so tough, and you never let the other kids bother
you. You never care what anyone thinks. I wish I could be like you.
Jeez Cera..., Mandie trailed off, embarrassed.
I didnt mean those things about your parents. Your mom is really
smart and your dad is sooo fun. He lets you fly airplanes and do dangerous
stuff.
Shhh. Mom isnt supposed to know about some of the stuff Dad lets
me do.
I wont tell, Marlene said.
Yeah, tell us about the time he took you exploring in the Nibel
Mountains.
Well, okay.
Her rapt audience gathered around her, as she began the tale of her perilous
journey through the dangerous Nibel Mountains.
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In Cloud and Tifas kitchen, five women sat smoking cigars and playing
poker like pros. Well, some of them were, the others were just bluffing it.
Boy, if the men could see us now! Tifa said.
Cid would yell at me for smoking. Its all right for him to do
it, but not me, Shera replied.
Who cares what they think anyway! Yuffie yelled.
I think I got you beat this time, girls! Elmyra crowed.
They all laid their card down on the table, and were shocked when the
brides hand beat them all.
You are so good at this! I never even guessed you had anything!
Tifa exclaimed.
Shera chuckled, You have almost all of our gil.
Dont worry, I plan on giving it back.
The bride pushed a lock of blonde hair out of her eyes and turned toward
Ceras bedroom, Did you hear that?
What? Tifa questioned.
That thump.
Tifa stood up, Wed better go see whats going on.
They started for the girls room, but Shera stopped them at the door when
she heard Mandies voice say, Dad even let me fly right over them!
He wasnt even afraid Id crash!
Sheras face got noticeably pale and she made a mental note to talk
to Cid about what he was letting Mandie get up to.
Girls, what are doing? Tifa asked, knocking on the door.
They heard frantic whispers and the shuffling of objects before the door
was opened by a wide-eyed Cera sporting a nifty bruise under her chin.
CERA! What happened to you?!
I did it. Mandie replied, stepping forward.
Amanda Cid Highwind! her mother exclaimed.
Dont get mad at her Aunt Shera, it was my fault. I was mad at
her for beating me on the video game and I said some mean stuff.
Shera narrowed her eyes and turned to Mandie, That is no excuse for
violence.
Awww Mommmmm!
Dont aw Mom me! You are in big trouble little missy.
Tifa placed her fists armed with Gods Hands onto her hips and said
to Cera, You are grounded off that video game for a week. And you can
be sure your father is going to hear about this when he gets home!
Marlene, Im disappointed in you. As the older of you three, you
should have stopped the fight before it started.
Marlene looked at her Mom, and then down at her shoes.
As for you, young lady, you can bet your boots Dads shop is off
limits for a week! Shera informed Mandie.
Oh man!
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Well $@#%! I aint got crap for a hand! Cid yelled, throwing
his cards down in disgust.
Thats because Rude-san here is the MASTER! Reno informed
him, throwing his hand down as well.
Yeah, well Vince runs a close second! Barret growled, tossing
his cards into the ever growing pile.
Red was lounging in the corner, watching the game commence. He wasnt
into losing his gil, so he let the others entertain him.
Soon, all of the players had bowed out leaving a showdown between Rude and
Vincent. They eyed each other from across the table, neither giving away
the quality of the cards they held in their hands.
I will raise you 100. Vincent stated calmly.
I see you and raise you 200.
Very well, I match that and raise you another 200.
So be it. Rude replied, matching and raising Vincent 300.
Vincent frowned, and then raised his bet to 500. Rudes face showed
no emotion, but sweatdrops formed on his sparkling brow. The pressure was
on, and Rude wasnt sure what Vincent was holding in his hands. Damn,
but it didnt pay to play against a man with no emotions.
I raise you another 500. Vincent said.
More sweat trickled down Rudes face, and he appeared to be contemplating
his next move. Fold, raise, or call? He glanced at the meager pile of gil
and made his decision.
I fold.
The almighty poker master Rude FOLDED?! Reno yelled in
disbelief.
Cid clapped Vincent on the back and shouted, Way to go Vince!
What the hell did ya have anyway? Barret wanted to know.
Vincent turned his cards over: a pair of... TWOS!
@%?! Cid exclaimed.
So, what did you have? Reeve asked Rude.
.........
Obviously, something better, Red proclaimed.
Cid rose from the table and walked to the bar to get another round of beers.
Suddenly, the door to the bar was flung open and a large group of scraggly,
dirty hoodlums walked in.
Get the hell outta here! Cant you see this is a private
party?! Cid yelled.
Shut the @#$% up, old man. We dont wanna hafta hurt ya!
OLD MAN!
$%@#! Get outta the way guys! I called Cid old man today and he just
about came through the PHS and kicked my @$$! Barret yelled, readying
his weapon.
Cid grabbed his Partisan from the bar and turned to face the enormous pack
of men.
Hey, look at this! Old man is goin to take us on
himself!
Cid felt the blood rush to his head and pound in his temples, burning off
all of the alcohol he had consumed. His limit gauge filled to the top and
burned bright red with fury. It was not a good night to be the first few
guys in front. Bright orangish-red encased his body as he rushed forward
and beat the hell out of the first four guys, including the one who had called
him old man. Big Brawl was out and in full force. When he got
done with them, they werent going to be able to tell one end from the
other.
Jump in here anytime guys! Cid bellowed.
Damn! A poker game *and* a bar fight all in one night! What more could
a man ask for?! Reno yelled, grabbing his electric nightstick.
Cloud pulled the Yoshiyuki from his back and took on the two guys wielding
swords. Red, who had been calmly observing from behind, suddenly lunged forward
and tackled a man who had landed a good punch upside Rudes head.
JESUS! Get it off, get it off! the poor man screamed.
Reeve pulled his .45 from his shoulder holster and wished to hell he had
Cait Sith right now. He stood shoulder to shoulder with Vincent and exchanged
shots with the cowards hiding behind the bar.
TURK LIGHT! Reno cried.
Renos opponent was then so confused, that he started attacking his
own guys and helping the other side immensely.
GODDAMN PUNKS! Barret yelled, taking down one guy with his gunarm
and at the same time, taking down another with his fist.
A bullet lodged itself into Vincent, right above his metal arm and Reeve
jumped out of the way as Hell Masker cut himself some firewood. He neatly
sliced the bar in half, pushed each side out of the way, and proceeded to
carve on those unfortunate enough to be in the way.
Cid, who was alternately using his spear and his fist, whipped the legs out
from under his opponent and then landed, elbow first, on his chest. Rude
blocked a punch and threw one to the gut, two to the chin, and then pounded
on the poor guy until he fell to the floor. Meanwhile, Cloud had already
sliced his was through a bunch of guys and was looking around for more.
Red used deathblow on his opponent and gave him permanent brain damage. Reeve
and Vincent, having taken care of the men behind the bar, stepped back and
watched their friends finish off the last of their enemies.
When things had finally quieted down, the bartender--who ran to the back
room when the fight broke out--peaked his head out of the room to survey
the damage.
Dont worry, Reeve told him, Ill pay for any
damages. Hell, it was well worth it. I havent had exercise like that
in years!
Damn, Im gettin old. Its time for bed. Barret
said.
Dont give up on us yet, Reno replied, the fun has
just begun.
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