Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ The (shinra) office ❯ day seventeen: mmm...shrimp ( Chapter 17 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]

This. Is. Awkward. Angel with another guy, Vincent in turmoil. Reno-- Reno's an idiot. Me…having to write this. Yeah… well. Day seventeen. (Is it me or are these numbers getting longer??)
 
Disclaimer: I do not own final fantasy.
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Day seventeen: mmm…shrimp
 
Vincent mused as he stood in his shower. (Let's keep our minds clean ladies!)
 
Who was that man? Why did angel kiss him? What day was it? How long had he been in the shower? And--
 
“Ah! Hot, hot, hot!”
Why didn't he realize he was scalding himself?!
 
He pressed his head aching forehead against the surprisingly cold tiles.
 
`Angel has a boyfriend'
The words rolled around his mind.
 
It had been hard on him. He had forgotten to shave and now had a bit of 5'o'clock shadow. His hair was a mess. And he was a plain wreck.
 
Not to mention he was now scalded…
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“Why, why, why, why, why, why!?”
Danielle tried to come half way with… you know, I'm not quite sure…
 
“Ugh…are you still angry about that date? I told you, that waiter was coming on to me!”
Reno explained, aggravated by all the noise.
 
“I'm talking about angel and Vincent!”
 
“Ooooh. Right… what do you mean?”
Danielle questioned if there was anyone was as dense as Reno.
 
“They're perfect for each other! Why can't they get it together?! I mean come on!”
 
“Yeah. That's a real shame.”
Reno said meekly as he hid behind a magazine
 
“Reno you're not even listening!”
 
“Oh my gosh!”
Reno stood up, slamming the magazine down.
 
“What?”
 
“Coupon for 3 hot dogs at al's meat hut!”
Apparently, meat huts were a wave of the future for Reno.
 
“Wha…hey look at this!”
Danielle pointed at a more important article.
 
“`Lookin up; how to hook up to your best standards!'”
 
“That headliner blows.”
 
“Quiet Reno! Listen, this is a sign--“
 
“It is?”
 
“Yes. We can use this.”
 
“We can?”
 
Yes Reno. We can.”
 
“How?”
 
“Shut up and follow me.”
 
“Why?”
 
“Reno!”
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Vincent doodled a violent cartoon of that black haired man that he despised so…
--Actually it was a drawing, including shades and cross-hatching--
 
Where in this drawing, Vincent was pulling up the rope to the man's death.
 
A dreadful hanging.
 
“Heeeey. Watcha doin?”
 
Vincent turned quickly, expecting the creepy intern to be behind him.
 
“…Miss. charney?”
 
“Just call me Anna. Nice drawing.”
 
Vincent hid the drawing away from her with all haste.
 
“Sooo, since your not with angi how `bout we get dinner sometime?”
 
“Huh?”
 
“You know, go out, and get some food. Maybe at a nice place…. together?”
Anna went through the steps of going out to Vincent, who stood there with an astonished look on his face.
 
“Ah…I- uh- …ok…?”
 
“Great I'll see on Friday at 7:00. Dress nice!”
 
“O- ok…”
 
Vincent leaned back in his chair.
 
“What did I just do?”
He ran his fingers through his hair and moaned pathetically.
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Danielle walked down the hall in all confidence.
 
“Are we done yet?”
Reno walked down the hall in all boredom.
 
“We haven't even started.”
 
“Whaaaat?”
 
Danielle rolled her eyes and looked at the first tip.
 
`Try to catch the man you want alone, this makes the perfect opportunity to chat!'
 
“We gatta get them to talk to each other.”
 
“Don't they already do that?”
Reno yawned and stretched.
 
“I mean… make them talk more
 
“Ooooh. …How are we gonna do that?”
 
“We'll figure something out. Eventually…”
 
“when?”
 
“Reno, so me a favor and shut up.”
 
“why?”
 
“RENO!”
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`Dante and Vincent…'
 
Angel slammed her head against the desk, effectively scaring away Lucifer.
 
“Mmm. Maybe TV can provide my answer…”
She lazily pulled a TV remote up and clicked.
 
“Oh john, I absolutely loathe everything about you. You drive me insane. You're disgusting, you smell bad. You're childish. You're obscenely aggravating…but…I love you. Will you marry me?”
 
“Mmm…ok.”
 
“That made me feel even worse…and why is she proposing to him? Shouldn't it be the other way around?”
 
Click.
 
“…I can't believe it. I just made the biggest mistake of my life! (Sob)”
 
“Go to him Mary. Go to him!”
 
“Yes, go Mary, jump that fence-- ooh, she didn't make it!
I guess you two just weren't ment to be…such a shame.”
 
Angel decided to put her misery out on random romantic movies that didn't make it to the big screen.
 
“All I need now is a carton of ice cream.”
 
Click.
 
“EAT SHRIMP RAMEN! EAT IT NOW!”
 
“Or that could work…”
 
Click.
 
 
“Time to find some sorta-big-for-being-so-small-shrimp!”
She was on `fi-yah' as people would say.
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Vincent poured hot coffee into his cup. There was no other humble scent like that of coffee. Well, maybe fresh baked cookies…
 
“Heh, heh, heh.”
 
Vincent turned to see angel grinning down deviously at what looked like jumbo shrimp in a cup of ramen.
 
He stared there blankly as she stood there ginning. She had two pairs of chopsticks in between her fingers.
 
“Hey Vincent…”
She was still looking down.
 
“Hm?”
 
“Would you like to share it with me?”
 
Vincent nodded slowly.
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Vincent said after a mouthful of shrimp.
 
“Mm. I love shrimp.”
Angel had a perfectly blissful look on her face.
 
“…Yeah. Me too.”
 
Angel leaned on Vincent's arm as she bit off a bit of shrimp.
 
“Mmm. Shrimp.”
 
Vincent laughed, this was all he needed.
 
“Angel?”
 
“Mm?”
 
“…Nothing.”
Vincent loosed his tie.
 
Then he wondered how long he and angel could stay like this…the thought immediately depressed him.
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“Awww…”
 
“Ewww. Shrimp,”
 
“Shut up Reno. This is a special moment!”
Danielle hissed at him and his short attention span
 
“Danielle…I can hear you.”
Angel yelled as she sat up straight, (to Vincent's disappointment)
 
“No you can't! I mean…uh…I'll be going now…”
 
“I think that would be wise.”
Danielle snuck away hastily.
 
“Hey…angel…?”
 
“Yeah?”
 
Vincent gulped. It was the moment of truth.
 
“Who was that man you kissed before?”
 
“Oh…you saw that? That's…Dante. My fiancé.”
 
Vincent's heart sank down to his stomach.
 
“Fiancé?”
 
“Yep. We're engaged. I don't get to see him that much though…”
 
“Mm. I- I have to get back to work.”
 
“Oh. Ok. I'll see you la--“
 
The door of the break room slammed shut.
 
Angel felt force of the door hitting the frame.
 
She sat there for a while before crying silent tears into her empty Styrofoam cup.
 
She had made a bad choice. Now she was paying for it.
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A bit depressing that one…but it involved TV and shrimp so it's fine with me! Yes, a while ago I realized I absolutely adore shrimp. So, that's why there's so many things referencing it. There's day 17. EAT SHRIMP. (Unless your allergic or don't like it)
 
--Shade-san