A/N; Lol, I love Vin/Cid. Please cease fire. Reviews please? -wibblewibble-
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"Sir..." The young Turk pleaded. Raven black hair fell over one of his crimson eyes as he tilted his head to the side, ever so slightly. "Do I... Really have to go on this mission? There's nothing in that particular area..."
The young man's boss shook his head 'no.' Vincent Valentine was puzzled. There really was nothing in the area he was supposed to inspect. Just a little town. "We want to build a rocket... We think the people in that town are willing; just look around and see if the area is appropriate to build there." Valentine sighed and decided not to infuriate his superior.
Vincent, accompanied by some Shin-Ra operatives, made their way to the area that would later be known as Rocket Town. Now of course, the Turk just had to be accompanied by Shin-Ra's laziest cadets, who headed first thing to the modest inn.
As he was told to do, Vincent inspected the area around him. He made way to the back of the town, and found a large field; on one side a forest was growing. The young man walked around the field several times. Suddenly, he heard something coming from the forest direction, something like a rustling in the bushes.
He turned around to find a small blonde boy—no older than five or six—came out of the forest. "Ah.. um..." The Turk was at a loss for words, but leaned down to the boy's height. "Hello there." The boy was eager to pick a fight, but resisted temptation after noticing Valentine's gun.
The man noticed him looking at his gun and half-smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry. I don't intend to harm you." To prove his point, he held out his hand for the boy to grasp. That, the boy did.
"What's yer name?!" The child interrogated.
"Vincent Valentine. I work for the Turks. May I ask who you are?"
"..." No response came from the blonde; he probably remembered his mother telling him "don't talk to strangers blah blah blah" or something of the sort.
Instead, he punched Vincent's hand, but this time, he answered. "Name's Cid."
Vincent could have easily evaded the punch but took it like a man, and nodded after hearing the child's name. "I'll always remember that."
Cid blushed a bit. "Why?"
"I'm confident we'll meet again." Vincent, again, half-smiled and ruffled the blonde's hair.
The boy rolled his eyes and pouted. "Y'promise?"
The Turk pat the boy on the head. "I promise."