Never Knew You
Part One: Strange Dreams
Notes: This is something I thought up listening to "If I Never Knew You" from Pocahontas. Now I'm getting fic ideas from Disney...help me.
Anyways, this is quite gothic in later chapters, and has a surprise yaoi couple (unless you know me, then it's obvious). Please R&R, tell me what you think, and, hey, if you have any ideas, let's hear 'em! I'm open to suggestions!
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The dark room...
The cold steel table...
The bright light, blinding his vision...
The eveil sneer in that voice...
And the first, horrifying cut of the knife...
Vicnent knew this well. This nightmare was to familiar to him. Not that it didn't affect him; quite the contrary, it terrified him. I treminded him of what had happened. Of what he was.
He screamed.
His eyes shot open as he felt a pair of hands on his slender shoulders, shaking his frail form urgently. He panted, breath coming out in short gulps and stared bewildered at his awakener.
The concerned face of Cid looked back at him. "You okay? You were havin' a @#$%in' nightmare or something."
Vincent responded, finding it somewhat hard to use his voice. "I...I am fine."
Cid's concern didn't disappear. "You sure?"
Vincent managed a nod. "Just a nightmare. That's all Highwind."
Cid looked at him thoughtfully before leaving his place on Vincent's bed and returning to his own. "If you wanna talk about it..."
The ex-Turk sighed. There was no way he was going to burden Cid with his problems. "I'd rather not..."
The blond nodded once in understanding, then slipped back into his own bed, pulling the blankets over himself. "'Nite Vin."
"Goodnight Highwind," Vincent replied, then laid back down. He couldn't sleep; he never could after these sort of dreams. But he couldn't let Cid know that. He was still breathing in hard gasps, though less noticable now. He laid still in the darkness as he listened to the breathing...his own and Highwind's. It was soothing. It almost made him forget his nightmares.
'Almost, but not quite...' Chaos' voice taunted. Vincent winced. He did not need to deal with his inner demons right now. He closed his crimson eyes, trying to block out all but the steady rythnm of Cid's breath.
Soon enough, Chaos grew bored of being ignored, and retreated to his normal place in the back of Vincent's mind. He was just waiting for another chance to make his host feel worse about himself than he already did.
Vincent ran his claw through his ebony hair. It's not as though he didn't want to sleep. He knew he needed it to be ready for what might come the next day, but his mind wouldn't let him. This was his own doing this time, not the demons', and he didn't know why. Understanding it or not though, Vincent laid quietly in his bed, eyes closed and just listening. He did this often. He heard the usual night sounds, like the building settling, and the wind blowing through trees outside. His senses also picked up teh sounds from inside the room, such as the breathing, and the occasional rustle of fabric as Cid turned in his sleep. These things comforted him, at least somewhat, until dawn.
Some people fell asleep seconds after closing their eyes, Vincent knew that. He also knew that he was not one of them. So he waited patiently until the normal awakening time before he got up from his bed.
The room looked differently in the sunlight than in the darkness. It looked almost too cheerful to have him in it, as it seemed to him. He shrugged that thought away and looked at the bed across from him. Just as the room looked different in sunlight, Cid looked different in sleep. That fact never ceased to amaze Vincent. The pilot looked so peaceful, not like his normal fuming self. He was always kind to Vincent though. His attitude changed greatly with him than with the others in the group. He wondered why...
Sky blue eyes opened, meeting Vincent's gaze. "Hey," he said sleepily, "Time to get up?"
Vincent looked away, a slight redness overcoming his normally face face. "Not really. it's still a bit early. You can go back to sleep if you want..."
He sat up and stretched. "And leave you all alone? No way."
'That's why you didn't tell him,' Chaos returned, voice drenched with a delicious malice, 'You really do worry about him, don't you...?'
Vincent squeezed his eyes closed, trying to make the voice stop. Cid looked at him. "Vin?"
"It's nothing..." he said, then opened his eyes, thankful that Cid's words had caused the demon's retreat.
The blond frowned, then shook his head. A smile replaced the worried expression. "You hungry? Wanna go out for something before the others wake up?"
Vincent tilted his head. He had to admit, he was quite hungry. There had been no sleep to mask the passing of time to block hunger. "I suppose."
"Great." Cid proceeded to get up and dressed. Vincent did the same, and soon the two were out of the inn the group was staying at.
***
The weather outside was getting quite chilly, and it was a relief to be back inside, as the pair sat in a small restaurant, having their meal. The food wasn't all that good, but it was etiable, and Vincent was hungry, so he wasn't complaining. Cid, on the other hand, had no such restrictions.
"They call this @#$%in' breakfast?" he hissed.
"I would think they did Highwind, seeing as though we ordered breakfast, and they gave us this," his friend replied calmly.
Cid answered this with a smirk. "Well, if you say so Vin..."
Vincent shuddered suddenly. Something felt amiss. He felt...danger...close at hand. He knew this, because he had felt it before, during his time with AVALANCHE. And in his nightmares...
The pilot again looked at his friend. "Are you sure you're okay, Vin?" He was answered by a silent nod. The blond sat back in his chair. Vincent had been behaving oddly. Well, odder than his normal self, anyway. Usually, he didn't talk, but he did speak to Cid. And now he wouldn't tell him when something was definately wrong here. He frowned in worry as he played with his food. "I just want to help, that's all."
"I know, Highwind," Vincent replied, "But don't concern yourself with me. It's nothing, as I said before." The black-haired man wished his friend wouldn't press further.
And he didn't. He shrugged and continued pushing food around his plate with his fork. Vincent smiled inwardly. It was comforting to know that someone cared about him, even if he wouldn't burden his friend with such problems. And besides, he wasn't even sure what this fleeting feeling was...but he knew it had to do with his disturbing dreams...and he also knew he didn't want it to involve his only friend.
To be continued...
Part One: Strange Dreams
Notes: This is something I thought up listening to "If I Never Knew You" from Pocahontas. Now I'm getting fic ideas from Disney...help me.
Anyways, this is quite gothic in later chapters, and has a surprise yaoi couple (unless you know me, then it's obvious). Please R&R, tell me what you think, and, hey, if you have any ideas, let's hear 'em! I'm open to suggestions!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The dark room...
The cold steel table...
The bright light, blinding his vision...
The eveil sneer in that voice...
And the first, horrifying cut of the knife...
Vicnent knew this well. This nightmare was to familiar to him. Not that it didn't affect him; quite the contrary, it terrified him. I treminded him of what had happened. Of what he was.
He screamed.
His eyes shot open as he felt a pair of hands on his slender shoulders, shaking his frail form urgently. He panted, breath coming out in short gulps and stared bewildered at his awakener.
The concerned face of Cid looked back at him. "You okay? You were havin' a @#$%in' nightmare or something."
Vincent responded, finding it somewhat hard to use his voice. "I...I am fine."
Cid's concern didn't disappear. "You sure?"
Vincent managed a nod. "Just a nightmare. That's all Highwind."
Cid looked at him thoughtfully before leaving his place on Vincent's bed and returning to his own. "If you wanna talk about it..."
The ex-Turk sighed. There was no way he was going to burden Cid with his problems. "I'd rather not..."
The blond nodded once in understanding, then slipped back into his own bed, pulling the blankets over himself. "'Nite Vin."
"Goodnight Highwind," Vincent replied, then laid back down. He couldn't sleep; he never could after these sort of dreams. But he couldn't let Cid know that. He was still breathing in hard gasps, though less noticable now. He laid still in the darkness as he listened to the breathing...his own and Highwind's. It was soothing. It almost made him forget his nightmares.
'Almost, but not quite...' Chaos' voice taunted. Vincent winced. He did not need to deal with his inner demons right now. He closed his crimson eyes, trying to block out all but the steady rythnm of Cid's breath.
Soon enough, Chaos grew bored of being ignored, and retreated to his normal place in the back of Vincent's mind. He was just waiting for another chance to make his host feel worse about himself than he already did.
Vincent ran his claw through his ebony hair. It's not as though he didn't want to sleep. He knew he needed it to be ready for what might come the next day, but his mind wouldn't let him. This was his own doing this time, not the demons', and he didn't know why. Understanding it or not though, Vincent laid quietly in his bed, eyes closed and just listening. He did this often. He heard the usual night sounds, like the building settling, and the wind blowing through trees outside. His senses also picked up teh sounds from inside the room, such as the breathing, and the occasional rustle of fabric as Cid turned in his sleep. These things comforted him, at least somewhat, until dawn.
Some people fell asleep seconds after closing their eyes, Vincent knew that. He also knew that he was not one of them. So he waited patiently until the normal awakening time before he got up from his bed.
The room looked differently in the sunlight than in the darkness. It looked almost too cheerful to have him in it, as it seemed to him. He shrugged that thought away and looked at the bed across from him. Just as the room looked different in sunlight, Cid looked different in sleep. That fact never ceased to amaze Vincent. The pilot looked so peaceful, not like his normal fuming self. He was always kind to Vincent though. His attitude changed greatly with him than with the others in the group. He wondered why...
Sky blue eyes opened, meeting Vincent's gaze. "Hey," he said sleepily, "Time to get up?"
Vincent looked away, a slight redness overcoming his normally face face. "Not really. it's still a bit early. You can go back to sleep if you want..."
He sat up and stretched. "And leave you all alone? No way."
'That's why you didn't tell him,' Chaos returned, voice drenched with a delicious malice, 'You really do worry about him, don't you...?'
Vincent squeezed his eyes closed, trying to make the voice stop. Cid looked at him. "Vin?"
"It's nothing..." he said, then opened his eyes, thankful that Cid's words had caused the demon's retreat.
The blond frowned, then shook his head. A smile replaced the worried expression. "You hungry? Wanna go out for something before the others wake up?"
Vincent tilted his head. He had to admit, he was quite hungry. There had been no sleep to mask the passing of time to block hunger. "I suppose."
"Great." Cid proceeded to get up and dressed. Vincent did the same, and soon the two were out of the inn the group was staying at.
***
The weather outside was getting quite chilly, and it was a relief to be back inside, as the pair sat in a small restaurant, having their meal. The food wasn't all that good, but it was etiable, and Vincent was hungry, so he wasn't complaining. Cid, on the other hand, had no such restrictions.
"They call this @#$%in' breakfast?" he hissed.
"I would think they did Highwind, seeing as though we ordered breakfast, and they gave us this," his friend replied calmly.
Cid answered this with a smirk. "Well, if you say so Vin..."
Vincent shuddered suddenly. Something felt amiss. He felt...danger...close at hand. He knew this, because he had felt it before, during his time with AVALANCHE. And in his nightmares...
The pilot again looked at his friend. "Are you sure you're okay, Vin?" He was answered by a silent nod. The blond sat back in his chair. Vincent had been behaving oddly. Well, odder than his normal self, anyway. Usually, he didn't talk, but he did speak to Cid. And now he wouldn't tell him when something was definately wrong here. He frowned in worry as he played with his food. "I just want to help, that's all."
"I know, Highwind," Vincent replied, "But don't concern yourself with me. It's nothing, as I said before." The black-haired man wished his friend wouldn't press further.
And he didn't. He shrugged and continued pushing food around his plate with his fork. Vincent smiled inwardly. It was comforting to know that someone cared about him, even if he wouldn't burden his friend with such problems. And besides, he wasn't even sure what this fleeting feeling was...but he knew it had to do with his disturbing dreams...and he also knew he didn't want it to involve his only friend.
To be continued...