I'm trying to change my writing style. I really don't know what I'm going for here.
I hope its something good.
I don't own Square Enix, or Final Fantasy VII.
"You're always so gloomy," Cid shifted uncomfortably on his chair as he spoke, "But now you seem like, a train wreck." I blinked up at him sleepily, what was I supposed to say to that? He was sitting with the chair backwards, his legs dangling on the opposite sides of the chair's back. I didn't understand how it was comfortable. My silence made him keep talking, since he always gets to talking when he's nervous. "I mean, I know you're sick an' shit, but, I don't know. What am I saying?" He laughed at himself. It was wheezy, in a way, from his smoking. Something about it made me feel less tired. "Highwind, are you sober?"
He reddened, and looked down. I knew he wasn't. But I knew he wanted me to say something. "Aye, Vin, I see how you are, then." I probably didn't say the right thing. It seemed to matter too much to him. "So, you're fine by yourself?" I figured, nobody never really wants to be near me, especially when I'm sick. "I'm sure you're only here because you were the last to say, 'Not it', am I correct...?" This was not the first time I'd been sick, or injured. I knew how they played their games, everybody else. The blonde was obviously unnerved by this, and he fixed his posture quickly. "God damn, Vin! Don't be so hard on yourself." I would've rolled my eyes, if it was in my character, but I didn't. I just shut them.
I waited a few minutes, staring at the black under my eyelids. Then I heard him leave. Whats strange is, I was unhappy. I'm sure it wasn't because of him. Positive, even. I let my eyes open again, scanning my room as if I honestly had anything interesting here. My stomach felt like there was a giant fist against it, not punching, but pressing, twisting its knuckles into my skin. Just enough to be uncomfortable.
I attempted to ignore the feeling, watching the shadows move slowly as time passed. Cid didn't come back, or anybody. In a way it felt good. But at the same time, these blankets were too heavy, the room was too hot, and I was sweaty, my hair sticking to me and itching the back of my neck, and my back. My... back...? That thought snapped me into reality - I was naked. And for some reason, it was embarassing - I wasn't that sick, I'm sure. Not sick enough to need to be stripped. It certaintly didn't feel that way.
On a different note, I was pissed off. I didn't quite understand why, but I was. I rolled over, onto the edge of the bed, and gripped the desk near me. I almost reached over, but I noticed something. My arms were quaking, violently. Defeated, I shrank back, under these overly-heavy sheets, that I couldn't take off for sake of my pride. Pathetic, I suppose. That thought repeated in my head, over and over, until it was just a dull ringing. My eyes shut again, slowly, and I fell asleep.
"Go ahead and take the pill. You'll get better." A hand trembled, the pills in it shaking slightly.
"I'll choke, won't I?" The elder being laughed, silver hair bobbing around him, past his shoulders, around his back. "Of course not..."
My chin tilted back, and I allowed the capsules into my mouth.
Time paused, and sped foreward, and they grew, bigger, catching in my throat, spots flashing before my eyes. A gasp, and my hands reached out to clasp on my own throat, but he didn't do anything, he just watched, and laughed, like it was all a game--
"Vincent, you're burning up, you really should drink some. And lookit you, covered in these no wonder!"
The voice snapped me awake. Black hazed my vision as I sat up, letting the blood rush back to my head. It was dizzying. When it cleared up, she was sitting on the edge of my bed, her normal grin absent. Yuffie. She was holding a glass of water, pressing it against my lips. A little straw bobbed in it. I made sure to shoot her the, I'm-not-a-hamster look, before grabbing the glass and drinking, my finger holding the straw away from me. I have more pride than to drink from a pink bendy straw.
I did not notice she was pulling the blankets down, only until she said, "Oh, my. I'm sorry, Vinnie." To which I choked on my water and slammed it down on the desk by me, snatching up the blankets to cover myself up. She was smiling again. Ignorant twerp. "Want me to get you lighter blankies?" I didn't reply. Pride, again. "I'm gonna anyway." This I was slightly thankful for, because if I had to spend any more time under these unneccessarily heavy blankets, I'd rip something apart. Just as she was returning with them, Cid came in.
And suddenly I was embarrassed. "Evenin', Vin. Yuffie, why're you here, bugging 'im?" His voice was so rough, and scratchy. "He wanted lighter blankets!" Yuffie's was the opposite, bubbly and sweet. Sickly sweet. She dropped the sheets onto my stomach, and I let out a little, 'Oof'. It was awkward, now, they were both staring at me. "What?" It came out my mouth harshly. Yuffie laughed, and left. She confuses me often. Cid shrugged. "Feelin' better, Vin?" I nodded, but I wasn't. I know thats what he wanted to hear, though, because it let him know he could be leaving soon.
Now was the hard part, because I had to take off the blankets I had on right now, but I couldn't. I'd rather not have anybody see me naked. I would've probably hurt Yuffie, if I wasn't feeling so tired. I ended up putting the lighter sheets on me, underneath the heavy ones, and then kicking the heavy ones off. It set the blonde into hysterics, and I shrank back under my sheets. Its not funny, I tell you. "Vin, did you really just do that? Fuckin' hilarious."
"Highwind." He silenced, and gestured for me to go on. "Fuck. You." I shot him a glare and sighed, I didn't want to lay back, since I was already hot enough. "Time and place, Vin?" I opened my mouth to say something, but froze. Damn him, and his good combacks. There wasn't much to say to that. So I stuck to my character and just stared at him, until I felt satisfied I creeped him out. My own way of winning an arguement. He didn't leave, though, he just stared right back.
I never really looked at Cid. He has these eyes, and they seem to get bigger and bigger when he stares at you. They're a nice blue. I never noticed. He's got stubble, like he shaved, but not very well. His skin isn't pale, but it isn't tan, either. I blinked, and he smiled. His teeth are an off-white. Probably from smoking. "Beat ya." I blinked several more times, and his grin widened a bit before falling. "You got some crazy eyes, y'know. All glowy an' shit." I shot him one of my, what-the-hell, looks. It didn't phase him. "I mean, just noticing. An' when you stare, the black dot thingy gets all small."
I sighed, "Its called, a pupil, Highwind." He shrugged. "Y'still knew what I meant. Want any more water?" I shook my head no. But I did. He nodded slowly, just as slowly as he got up and headed out the room. Something about it was a bit entrancing. Snapping my self out of it, I shook my head rapidly, and stared at my half-empty glass of water. It took me a second to realize, when Cid was there, I wasn't thinking about how uncomfortable I was. No idea why, either. I took the water and splashed it at me. It felt nice, the cold against all the hot, as it dripped down my chest. Putting the now empty cup back on the desk, I sighed and collapsed against my pillow, realizing how exhausted I was.
Gah. My chapters are still pretty short. D':
Its hard for me to write in this format. O:
Review, my pretties?