"Heaven's Mercy"
A/N: Random plot. Rather pointless since I don't know heck 'bout their world but still, trying won't hurt me. (Unless y'all decide to flame me, otherwise…)
Valenwind and maybe some Sephirot x Cloud/ Cloud x Zack
On with the fic…
'Whoa,' he thought as he floated around the never-ending sea of blue. Although, floating was such an understatement, heck, he flew. No, he did not fly up with an airship or any other contraptions this time. Oh no, he had grown wings.
Yes, Cid Highwind had grown wings.
"Careful Highwind," a tall dark-winged figure with a red cloak said to him. Funny though, he can't see the stranger's face but he could only feel warmth emanating from the guy. It felt like he was home.
"Hah Righ'! Don't need yer damned concern 'bout this. I was born to fly!" he said as he flipped for emphasis.
"Just…just be careful Highwind, you'll never know…" the dark-winged figure replied but his concern fell on deaf ears as Cid nose-dived towards the sea.
He had his freedom and the sky and the ocean were under his feet. He was flying and there was no one there to stop him.
"The fuck with planes!" he yelled when he easily opened his wings to charge up again. Yeah, life was good.
That is, until the storm dragged him in.
He never saw it coming. The sudden change in the wind, the darkening sky.
His freedom being sucked away.
He never had the chance to react when the darkness took him to oblivion.
Of course, he never heard or saw the dark-winged figure, which screamed at him when he fell…
Cid Highwind woke up with a start reeking of sex and booze. How many times had he woken up inside a brothel after a hard day at the Hangar? How many times had he woken up to see empty faces staring up at him, expecting their nights pay?
He couldn't remember for the life of him.
He grunted as he got up from the lumpy mattress he was sitting on and reached for the nightstand to get his goggles. He extracted a couple of crumpled bills and laid them by the ashtray and cigarette wrappers. He then got dressed and went out of the door.
He was walking rather briskly as he made his way around Rocket town, well, the slum part of Rocket town. Only one thing was on his mind and that was the dream he got.
He couldn't shake off the feeling that it happened before. Hell, he felt the darkness surround him.
'Maybe I'm just getting old…Ack! Heck no!' he mentally berated himself just by thinking that wretched thought. Maybe it just had something to do with his forgotten past.
Yeah, he remembered the day he got here. He was in a bloody mess and nearly unidentifiable save for his dogtag which was chained 'round his neck. He can't remember anything from before he was found. All that was left of his past was his name, age and serial number which were all engraved in that dogtag.
He fingered the said object as he turned the corner. A couple of blocks more and he'd be home free.
Anyway, back to the day he was found, he was a 'massive blob of blood' as his savior dubbed him. Shera found him near the crash site of ShinRa 26. She nursed his sorry ass back to health and since then, they'd been leaving together. It had been five long years since the incident happened. It had been five long years since he met his happiness. But it had only taken two years of drunken breakdowns that caused his rescuer and fiancée, Shera, to leave him all alone in their measly home.
Sometimes, it still bugged him to think that if he hadn't told Shera about his strange dreams, maybe she'd still be here.
Maybe, his depression would just stop before it took a turn for the worst.
His pace suddenly took a sudden halt as he was hit by a red blur. He fell on his ass on the pavement and he automatically rubbed the sore spot.
"What the fuck, ya should've watched where yer fuckin' going!" he said through a grimace. He also remembered that his last pack of cigarettes were on his back pocket. There goes his day of fun.
"I apologize," said the red blur. Cid was still too busy cursing and cussing 'bout the loss of his cigarettes and the forming bruise on his ass.
"Damnit, why dintcha watch where yer goin' anyway, it's not like there's a whole lot of space to fucking look at!" said Cid as he stood up and dusted himself.
"Hey, I already said I was sorry," the talking red blur insisted. Oh, a cheeky one.
"The hell, ya could've made it sound si-
He didn't finish what he was saying 'cause when he looked up, he saw the face of the nameless stranger in his dreams.
Fate had a funny way of bringing people together but this ain't one of them.
.+. Author's Notes .+.
Yeah, that's about it. Tell me how y'all feel 'bout it.
