Title: Stalking Follies
Summary: Cid just wanted to find out more about the silent man that stalked the halls of the Highwind. It was not his fault that the vampire would not give up the information willingly...
Warnings: Drinking, smoking, swearing, eventaul yaoi, etc...
Disclaimer: ...I die a little every time I have to say this: I do not own them.
"Drink yer damn tea!" the man snarled as he pushed a dainty-looking teacup across the table at the brunette who was staring at him eerily over the top of his cloak with crimson eyes. Without saying a word, the gunslinger slowly pushed the white cup back with one clawed fingertip. Once the tea was directly in front of the pilot, the brunette man retracted his hand before crossing his hands over his lap. The pilot's eye began to twitch as he pushed the teacup back towards the taciturn man. "Ya can fuckin' speak, ya damn mute! That fraidy-cat Barret told me ya gave some huge spiel to them fuckers when they pulled you out of some fuckin' coffin! So fuckin' talk to me, dammit!"
As the silence grew thicker in the room, Cid grinded his teeth together. He could out-silence the skinny bastard right? Sure he could! He was Cid-fucking-Highwind! Crossing his arms in front of his chest, he glared at the unwavering man who calmly stared back at him. The fucker even had the audacity to look unashamed as he stared back! His blue eyes narrowed as he watched the brunette noiselessly push the cup of tea back to his side of the table with a golden finger. There was definitely something off with the man, the pilot had decided as he stormed away from the table, nearly knocking over the chair that he was sitting on.
He could have sworn that he saw the brunette talking to Cloud not even a day ago; they sat together and spoke in hushed tones and went quiet when he walked by. Fuck, they were talking about him, were they not? This was his goddamn ship and he was not going to be treated like some outsider just because he was new in the goddamn group!
Unlocking the door to his room, he walked inside before sitting down on his large bed and lying back to rest his head on the pillow. Closing his eyes, he slowly began to relax, tense muscles loosening as he breathed slowly. The women loved to gab day-in and day-out, Cait Sith would not shut up if you paid him, Barret grumbled about the planet, Nanaki usually spoke about ancient folklore, Cloud just shrugged like there could not possibly be a single thought rambling around in his empty head, and Vincent...Vincent did not say a single word. No "hello," no grunts, no girl-talk, no rambling; nothing. Not a damn word.
It was not that he wanted to hear the man speak... Fuck that, he wanted to hear the fucking man speak. Did he have a girly voice; sounding like he was forever kicked in the balls? Horrible accent? Did the fucker even speak English? He heard the ninja-brat rambling rapidly earlier when she was scolded for pilfering Tifa's materia. No way in hell was that shit English! ...Maybe the spiky-haired kid picked them both up together? Fuck, were they married? It would explain why she stuck to the poor fucker like...well, like the way Tifa stuck to Cloud!
He was sure that cornering the brunette man alone could work in his favor, but damn if the little ninja did not get in his way whenever he managed to find the elusive man. He gave them each there own rooms, but did the fucker use it? No! Ungrateful bastard loomed around the galley, scaring the shit out of the night crew and hanging around the railing of the deck like he was debating whether or not it would be a good time to finally buy it by jumping off of a moving aircraft.
Reaching up, the pilot pulled off his goggles before kicking off his boots and tossing off his gloves. There had to be a way to get the monotonous male to open up and let someone in. Hell, he would settle for letting the ninja in if it meant the leather-wearing vampire would speak up and stop looking so depressed!
But how?
How would he get a man that he knew nothing about to not only to speak to him, but to open up about who he is; hopes, dreams, likes, enemies, friends...
He refused to believe that the somber wing nut was woken up from a coffin!
But, there would only be one way to get the information from an unwilling person, the blonde thought as he grinned to himself. He would find out the vampire's deepest darkest secrets without the brunette even knowing how it was happening.
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