A/N: Well, here I am... I was bored, that's all I can say. This basically will be where I'll put up little oneshots of the FF7 characters. the ratings will range from K-M. I'm just doing this to clean out the mess that is my mind and make room for more ideas. These stories will either take place before the game, during, after, during AC, or after AC.

Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me! except for random OCs that appear for only a sentance or two.

Object of Fear

Vincent leaned idly against the wall, watching the blond pilot go about his business. They had relocated to Junon with the Highwind from Rocket Town for repairs. On Cid's request (order, more accurately) they were building a hanger for the airship just outsidehis hometown. But, for now, the pilot had to be satisfied with what he got.

The Turk was content. Though one couldn't tell when it came to Vincent. To anyone he looked stoic, dark, and wary, but beneath the tattered red cloak there was the slight relaxation of the shoulders. He rather enjoyed studying the pilot as he fawned over his machines.

Cid let out a string of curses as he carried a small crate that needed to be loaded onto the ship. "Where the fuck is that no good, worthless, shit-eating, retard of a mechanic?" He grumbled as he sat the crate down. "Valentine! Have you seen the shithead!"

"Highwind, the boy said yesterday that he would be late in coming." Vincent remarked calmly to the blond.

"Bah, don't know why I put up with the little fuck… Useless. And how come I don't remember him saying that!"

"Because, Highwind, you were too busy with looking over the blueprints Derrick had given you."

"Damn Turk, you don't miss a thing do you?" Cid crossed his arms over his chest giving Vincent a stern look.

"With you, I can't afford to miss anything." Vincent countered.

Cid opened his mouth to retort, but nothing can to mind, and closed it with a snap. He scratched at the stubble of his chin before turning his back to the ex-Turk, admitting defeat. A few more mumbled curses drifted to Vincent's ears.

He straightened, gazing for a moment at Cid's back as he crouched down next to a now opened crate, sifting through the mess of mechanical parts. Turning from the pilot, he exited the hanger and shut the door behind him.

Just before the door shut, a scream tore through Vincent's highly acute (thanks to Hojo…) hearing. Throwing the door open, he pulled the Death Penalty from its holster.

The scream, no doubt, belonged to Cid. Its pitch put it under the category that the world was ending or worse, the airship Highwind was about self-destruct and there was no way to stop it.

Vincent's wine colored eyes went a shade darker as Chaos struggled to free itself in anticipation of a battle. He glanced around for the volatile pilot. He certainly didn't expect to see that said pilot had climbed a top a pile of shipments and was trembling.

"Cid?" Vincent asked, worried apparent since he switched to first names.

His unvoiced question was answered when the pilot raised a shaking hand and gestured at the crate he had been rummaging through.

Vincent held his gun at the ready a stalked over to the crate. He had no idea what he was about to face, especially if that something could scare Cid like it had. Cautiously he peered into the crate. There was nothing except some various parts.

He heard Cid come up behind him. "Is it gone?"

"Is what gone?" Vincent asked as he knelt next to the small box and started to carefully search through it. He pulled out on particular piece and Cid let out a squeak.

There on the part was a centipede, a small one, about 2 inches long.

Vincent turned to Cid and held the piece with the insect up to Cid. He let out another small squeak, his cigarette falling to the floor, as he scrambling backwards a few steps. "You're afraid of centipedes?" He asked, a delicate eyebrow cocked up to his headband. Vincent knew that Cid wasn't afraid of bugs; he had seen the guy take down flies as big as he was without flinching.

"Fucking yes!" Cid exclaimed.

Vincent looked from the offending insect to Cid then back to the bug. He started laughing so hard he dropped the part and the centipede scrambled away, in avertedly heading towards Cid who started screaming and running from the "motherfuckinghugeassmaneatingcentipede." Vincent just laughed even harder.

It was then that Derrick, the mechanic, decided to show up. The dark and scary Vincent clutching his sides in laughter and the foul-mouth pilot running around screaming were enough to make the boy turned around and shut the door behind him. He really did NOT want to know.

A/N: Well... there's one chapter for ya. If you have any requests, I might take you up on your idea. I'll write basically anything, even some yaoi if a person asks and I don't mind the pairings. So, see ya when I decide to put another chapter up.

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