What: Meet for the second time; goes about as well as you'd expect it to.
Aidan once again found himself on wandering the campus he'd graduated from just a year ago. He hadn't thought he'd be back there as often as he was lately. But then he hadn't expected Shin, and while they usually spent time at his apartment with finals looming overhead Aidan found that more often than not he had to go to the dorms to get any attention. He was just leaving Shin's dorm with no real direction for the rest of the day. Maybe he would just wander aimlessly until Shin was far enough in studying to not threaten him for bugging him again.
Vincent was wandering down the path, oblivious to the world, with his nose almost literally stuck in a rather large book that he had propped open between his hands. He was frowning slightly, very intent on his reading, and completely one hundred percent not paying attention to where he was going.
Aidan meandered down the path between buildings with his hands in his pockets looking up at the sky as he walked. Everything was so boring. He was about ready to just head back (5 minutes had to be enough time to leave Shin alone) when he felt the tell-tale burning on his hip that something was up. He dropped his head down from looking at the sky and saw a almost-familiar face…it was that guy he'd met for 2 seconds before Demyx pushed them away. Curiosity sparked he headed over to him, not calling out because part of him wanted to see if he could make the older man jump.
Vincent looked up, and raised an eyebrow. "Oh. It's you." He'd felt that tickle on his back, and it brough him back to reality as well as altered him that someone was there.
"Hello to you too," Aidan replied taking his hands out of his pockets to gesture as he talked. "Aren't you a little old to be hanging around campus?"
"I'm a teacher," Vincent informed him rather frostily. "And yourself?"
"Ah, that'd explain it…better than any of the other reasons you'd be on campus," Aidan replied flippantly. "Me? …visiting." He made an instant decision that he didn't want Vincent to know about Shin.
"...I see." He frowned. "Then why don't you go about your visiting and quit bothering me?" He didn't even know what was making him so hostile, the words just came out before he had a chance to think about it.
Aidan's eyes narrowed and an eyebrow crooked up at the hostile tone. It amused him more than anything, and he wasn't sure why. "I'm not the one doing the bothering. I was just walking and minding my own business when you talked to me." He smirked wider at him instinctively, "It'd be kinda disrespectful of my elders to not stop when one of them starts talking."
"Since when have you shown - " he started snapping back, then quickly cut himself off. "...Er. I'm sorry, I barely even know you. Though I have a sneaking suspicion that's not exactly as true as I'd like it to be."
"Yeah, that's been happening a lot lately," Aidan replied casually. He refused to show how weirded out he was by these things to Vincent. "So I bet you've got a number too somewhere."
"Somewhere, yes. What's yours?" He had a feeling, but he wanted to at least attempt being polite, even against the press of his memories.
"Hey I asked you first," Aidan said, resting his weight on one hip and smirking just trying to rile the other.
Vincent sighed, and rolled his eyes. "You mentioned, but you didn't ask, and it's four."
"Just cause you don't remember doesn't mean I didn't, hope I don't get that forgetful when I'm old four." Even Aidan had to admit that was a bit on the rude side, but the other was asking for it.
Vincent snorted. "Oh don't worry, you're far too immature to ever get old."
Aidan just scoffed at that attempt at an insult, "I don't know, I'm all responsible adult now. Better watch out, my generation's the one deciding what that means now…you might get shipped out to an old folks home before you know it."
"Your generation? How old do you think I am?" People usually thought he was older than he was, but it still amused him.
That question took Aidan a little off guard, it didn't mesh with what he thought he knew about Vincent. Which granted shouldn't have been much of anything. "What you're not ancient? Just go suntaning too much when you were younger or something?"
"Perhaps. You wouldn't know." He smirked.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked getting riled up himself.
"You don't know me. We may have known each other a long time ago, but what does that mean now? How old am I now?" Vincent rocked back on his heels slightly, oh my he loved this.
"You're right, I don't," Aidan said shrugging. "All this crap is pretty weird. Who knows if it means anything." He smiled to himself, "all I know is, I don't think I like you. Couldn't tell ya why."
"Oh, that's all right. I know I don't like you. After all you've done a few things I simply can't forgive."
"I've done some stuff? What the hell have I done to you?" he asked on edge. "Weren't you the one who just said you don't know me."
Vincent chuckled; it was just too easy. "If you don't remember I won't bring it up." Okay, now he was just being a dick.
"Maybe I don't remember cause I don't care," Aidan was getting irritated now.
"Oh, I should hope you'd care about this. You'll have to answer to it at some point. The weight of a life doesn't get any less as time goes on."
"Depends who's life," he took a step closer and stared hard at the other man.
"No, it really doesn't." Vincent stared him down; he was about an inch taller than Vexen had been, so it was quite a heighty stare.
Aidan wasn't intimated at all by having to stare up at Vincent. He almost wanted to start something; having a fight in the middle of the campus might not be the best idea, but oh it would feel good. "Of course it does," he said not loosing the eye lock, "Some people just don't matter."
Vincent's eyes narrowed; okay, that was taking it a little far. "I sincerely hope that a joke," he muttered, tone clipped and icy.
Aidan didn't think it was too far, with how much it looked like it irritated Vincent he'd say it was just far enough. He shrugged noncommittally. "Everything's one big joke, didn't you know that?"
"No. Perhaps no one felt the need to inform me." He folded his arms and sighed.
Aidan shook his head, this guy was weird. "Whatever," he said dropping out of the staring contest.
"Indeed." Argh, now he was all out of sorts. But what did you say to someone who's past self you saw in your dreams on a nightly basis? No... make that your nightmares.
Aidan was lucky that he didn't remember his dreams. He knew he had them, but he didn't remember, he didn't want to. Even if he couldn't consciously remember he knew a lot anyway, which is why he was at as much of a loss for what to do as Vincent. "Well it was….interesting…seeing you again. Let's not do it again."
"I agree." Vincent frowned, then turned away and back to his book. It was a text of mythology, one of the few that mentioned the keyblade wars. He shook his head slightly, then started walking about the path again, determined to put Axel - Aidan - out of his mind.
"At least we agree on something," for once, he added in his head. Screw all of this, he was going to go back to Shin; he was the only thing from all of this crap that made it worth it.