Final Fantasy VII Advent Children 2

Chapter 8

Cloud, Tifa, Cid and Yazoo had since made their way back to the High Wind. Cloud had explained to Cid about how Yazoo had come to join them. Cid seemed interested and followed that story, as well as the story behind why all of the ex-AVALANCHE members were being called on.

"So... Let me get this straight. Some silver haired freaks came up to you and wanted your life, and apparently have been terrorizing citizens with bullshit about 'GeoStigma' and JENOVA?" Cid asked. Cloud and Tifa nodded, Yazoo glared. 

He continued, "And then you called up all of AVALANCHE to let them in on this because it could pose a problem? So this one over here... Yazoo, right? Was a member of the three silver haired freaks, but came and joined you because he felt like it? Sounds complicated..."

"Yes, that's about it." Tifa nodded once more.

"I see." Cid just looked deep in thought for a few moments.

"Say, Cid. You wouldn't mind giving us a lift to the orphanage, would you? We need to get Vincent, and check up on the children..." She smiled as she asked him.

"Well, if I weren't gonna help, I wouldn't bloody well be here. Sure, let's go!" Cid grinned, happy to take to the skies in his High Wind once again.

"I'll get there by myself." Yazoo's voice rang out suddenly, and he swiftly headed for the door, a ghost of a stutter in his first words.

"Why?" Cloud questioned his silver haired companion, looking at him oddly.

" Because. I'd prefer to walk."

"Just stay with us. The more the merrier!" Tifa scooted up awfully close to him and smiled cheerfully.

"I don't want to. I would much rather just meet with you there..." Yazoo seemed to be getting more and more focused on leaving as Cid started the engine of the massive airship.

' He's shaking. This Yazoo is afraid of something.' Sephiroth spoke out in Cloud's head with a hint of amusement.

" Yazoo, you're shaking." Tifa stated the obvious.

"Am I? It must be you getting on my nerves." He growled at her.

Since he was being so ignorant, Cloud decided he should retort to Yazoo's remark. "Is it her? OR are you afraid of the air ship?" He asked him with a smirk.

" Afraid?" Yazoo snorted at him, as his face took on a pale reddish hue. He was blushing ever so slightly. "I'm not afraid fool... I... I just don't happen to enjoy your company."

"It's ok to be afraid Yazoo. Lot's of people are afraid of flying, but the High Wind has never failed us. We've flown all over with this thing, right Cid?" Tifa put a comforting hand on the taller figures shoulder. It was quickly removed by one of his gloved hands.

"I'm not afraid of your pathetic means of transportation. I'll come with you, if that's what it takes to prove this." He walked back towards them. "Now, let's get going, I'm tired of talking with you people..." He growled, sitting on the floor in a corner and crossing his arms. He closed his eyes and bowed his head slightly, signalling he didn't want to be bothered with.

"Well, isn't he Mr. Fucking Happy?" Cid asked in a joking manner.

"Best not to bother him. He'll get cranky and probably shoot at you..." Cloud recalled the previous night's events.

"Shoot at me? I'll shoot the fucker out the window like a piece of garbage!" Upon saying this, Cid laughed, and the High Wind rose from the ground.

Tifa looked over at Yazoo, who was still sitting with his head down. He was still shaking, and she walked over to him.

Sitting down beside him, she saw it as an opening to speak, since Cloud and Cid seemed to enjoy a small conversation together. "Hey." She said simply. She didn't at all expect an answer.