Title: F**kin' Perfect

Summary: Cid wants to find out what Vincent had gone through and make him feel comfortable in his own skin. Luckily, he has little shame and is willing to do whatever it takes to get the ex-Turk to trust him. Even if that means telling him some of his darkest secrets and revealing the skeletons in his own closet.

Warnings: Swearing, blood, gore, could be seen as yaoi or friendship (which is why I did not put Romance or Friendship as a genre - I have not yet decided on either one), use of tobacco, mention of drugs, etc. etc.

Disclaimer: The title (and inspiration) for this came from P!nk's "F**kin' Perfect," the characters from Final Fantasy VII. So, I own ...What is less than nothing? Nah, my twisted ideas are owned by me.


Gritting his teeth together and crushing the filter of his lit cigarette in the process, Cid trembled as his numb legs forged on through the deep snow, arms wrapping tightly around his shivering body. It often grew cold in Rocket Town during the winter months; snow blanketed the ground deep enough to be a nuisance when working in his hanger, but this was ridiculous. In his cold-ravaged mind, the pilot glared at the two companions that were stupid enough to walk in with him in the snow.

Cloud was barely shivering, his healthy pale skin remaining the same shade as he walked through the snow with little problem. Fuck, he was probably too juiced up on mako to even realize that it was snowing hard enough in its attempt to bury them alive. Goosebumps prickled against the blonde leader's skin, arms bare as he walked.

Vincent, on the other hand, walked through the snow as though he was walking down the beach. The fucker was wrapped head to toe in leather, red cloth, and metal.

Tightening his flight scarf around his neck, the blonde gripped his Venus Gospel as though it was the only thing that could save him from the cold. God, what he would give to have his Tiny Bronco back and be flying over this snowstorm. Shivering with every step he took, the pilot hissed when he nearly lost his footing and fell face first into the snow. His arms reached out as he struggled to catch his balance, eyes glaring at the two pairs of crimson and cyan orbs that turned to look back at him.

"F-fuck off!" he snapped before taking a drag from his wilting cigarette. Gods, he truly hated the cold. Wrapping his arms around his chest again as his body shivered, the pilot wrapped his jacket tighter around his chest. Heavy denim could only help so much when faced with the searing, all-encapsulating arctic air. A gusting wind swept around them, throwing both falling and fallen snow in their sight as the cold felt as though it was cutting into the blonde's face.

"...Do you see any place to wait this one out?" Cloud said softly to the ex-Turk standing beside him as they walked through the snow. "I don't think Cid can take much more...maybe Cait Sith should have switched out with him? ...Or Nanaki?"

"I can fu-fuckin' hear ya!" the other blonde snapped back as he grit his teeth together in an attempt to keep his teeth from chattering.

"...He might have taken it as an insult," the brunette mused before pointing into the distance where Cloud could only make out a change in color whereas Cid did not see anything. "There is a cave."

Nodding, the swordsman and gunner headed off towards the cave while Cid cursed everything his could think of in his mind, struggling to keep up with them while trying to make sure that he did not trip over something with his glacial limbs. Grumbling to himself, the pilot cursed out his two companions. Did they even feel how cold it was anymore?

Eventually, far longer than Cid would have liked, they made it into the cold cave where Cloud began to look around for anything that inhabited the silent space with them. Vincent, however was just standing near the entrance of the cavern and staring eerily at the pilot. It was really odd how similar they were, the aviator mused to himself as leaned back against the rock wall before sliding down and wrapping his arms around his legs, his trusty spear lying perpendicular to his feet and within easy reach as his body trembled.

"Ya g-got a fuckin' pr-problem?" the blonde snapped, angry with how his voice stuttered from the cold. Watching the brunette shrug did not do much to ease the ire he was feeling. They were way too fucking alike. Both silent, rarely speaking unless necessary, both "haunted" by their "sins," both ignoring present love-interests for those that were dead... Vincent was passing up Yuffie, who was practically throwing herself at him, for Lucrecia. Cloud was ignoring Tifa, who actually was throwing herself at the idiot, for Aeris...but he had an inkling that it was actually Sephiroth that the little weirdo pined for.

"...You're freezing..." the gunner muttered as his glowing eyes watched him intently, making his numb skin crawl. His eyes were just as bright as Cloud's and that particular wing nut had not only been shot up with enough mako to kill an entire town, but also fell into the Lifestream twice! Some fucked up shit had to go down where the emo-vampire was concerned, Cid decided.

"No sh-shit!" he snapped back, blinking when the slowly stepped closer, metallic boots clacking loudly against the frozen rocks as he made his way to the blonde.

"...Would you like to return?"

"F-fuckin' bite me! I-I ain't pussin' o-out!"

Tilting his head slightly, the brunette shrugged before stepping back and murmuring something indecipherable. Returning the the other side of the cavern, the gunner became a barely visible part of the scenery, his eyes staying firmly on the pilot, though. Rubbing his legs with his gloved hands, Cid grumbled to himself about how he really hated the cold as the feeling slowly started to return to his limbs, not enough to feel warm, but just enough to let the slight heat from friction make his skin feel as though it was on fire.

"...Are you okay, Cid?" Cloud asked as he suddenly appeared next to the pilot, startling him. He did not even hear him walk up to him!

"Fuckin' peachy!" the blonde snapped back, rolling his eyes when Cloud nodded slightly. Why was he traveling with these crackpots again? Oh yeah, the world is ending. Damn. "...We got any tea or does Tifa got it?"

"...Tifa," the other blonde replied.

"Fuckin' great!" At the sudden silence, Cid began to fumble around as he searched his pocket for his lighter. "Fuck it! ...Ya know, I ain't know shit about any of ya fuckin' wing nuts. An' ya know much more 'bout me than ya should!"

"...You offered the information," Cloud muttered with a shrug.

"Don't fuckin' matter! We got time to kill an' I'm a curious som'bitch so start talkin'!" Satisfied with the nod the swordsman gave before sitting down in the dark cavern, Cid grinned before feeling creeped out when both pairs of glowing eyes watched him. "An' ya, Val?"

"...Vincent."

"What-the fuck-ever! Are ya going to fuckin' share or what?"

"...No."

"No?"

"...No."

"Why the fuck not? The fuck could ya tell us that could get yer panties in a bunch? We're all stuck in this shit together an' I'd rather know that the people who are supposed to keep my ass from gettin' knocked six feet under ain't got some sick fetish fer watchin' people die!"

"...I don't."

"Oh, that's fuckin' convincin'!" Cid sneered as his teeth chattered. "Make ya a deal. Fer every question of mine ya answer, I'll answer one of yers!"

"...Deal," the gunner said as he nodded.

"Yeah, but no fuckin' pussin' out an' not tellin' the full story!"

"...I'm game," Cloud said as he nodded. "...Who goes first?"

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