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He Doesn't Go Out
Chapter 1
It had been six months since Vincent had finally left the City of the Ancients, following the emergence of the three Sephiroth clones, bent on finding Jenova. They had quickly been dealt with by Cloud, thanks to Vincent's guidance, and the general support of his other friends. After that was all said and done, Vincent had found himself onboard the Sierra as Cid went about taking Yuffie, Red, and Barrett all back to where they needed to go.
When the others had all departed, Cid stood behind the helm of the ship, staring over at the gunman. "Hey, Sunshine?"
Vincent turned slowly, and looked back over his shoulder. "Yes?"
"Where in the fuck you wanna go?" the pilot asked, motioning with his right hand. "Everyone else is gone, you gotta tell me somethin' so I can dump you off and get the hell home."
The gunslinger had turned to face forward, looking out at the sunset that was visible through the glass. "I've no where to go."
Cid scowled and scratched beneath the strap to his flight goggles. Although there had been some rough times in he and Vincent's friendship, especially back in the days of Meteor and such, he had come to like the former Turk and wasn't particularly fond of him just wandering the Planet for time unknown. "Look, guy, why don't ya just come to Rocket with me. You can stay with Shera and me until you figure out what you're gonna do with yourself."
Once more, Vincent turned to face the blond. The fact that Cid would offer his home to him was touching and honestly, it was an offer that he knew he needed to take. Vincent was aware that he would be called into action again in the future, but to rest, for at least a while was…appealing. "You would do that for me?"
"Of course." Cid pulled off his gloves. "We'll be there by morning.
And so, that's how Vincent ended up in Rocket, living with Cid. At first, Vincent had intended only to stay for a few days, perhaps weeks, but that had now become months. The reason being was simple-- Vincent no longer possessed a real sense of time anymore. All that he had been through, and the fact that his body no longer aged had seen to that.
Cid and Shera didn't seem to mind, though. In fact, they seemed to welcome his presence. After all, Vincent was quiet, clean, kept to himself and when they needed him, he was a ready made baby sitter, never objecting to watching their year and a half old son, L.C., whenever they wanted a night out. It wasn't a bad arrangement at all.
There was one thing that bothered Cid, though. Except for the times when Vincent would go to the store to get himself things, or head out with he and Shera for dinner, the man never left the house. He didn't go out-- he just didn't.
Cid didn't necessarily like the idea of, what amounted to his best friend, sitting at home, night after night, languishing away with a book in his hands. So, one Friday night when Shera didn't feel like going out, the pilot got an idea.
Vincent was sitting on the couch as per his norm, reading the latest techno-thriller that he'd picked up at the bookstore when he heard Cid approaching. He lowered the book and looked up.
"Hey, get your ass up," Cid said, standing before Vincent, arms crossed over his chest.
Vincent simply raised an eyebrow in response.
"We're goin' out."
"I'd rather not," Vincent replied, moving to raise his book up again.
Annoyed, Cid reached forward and knocked the book from the other man's hands. "God damn it, I said we're goin' out. You and me. Get up."
"Really, I'm quite content to stay here." Vincent bent forward to try and reclaim his book.
Cid swiftly kicked it out of Vincent's reach. "No, you're goin' out."
"Very nice, Highwind." Vincent rose up from the couch, towering over the other man. "And where, pray tell, are you dragging me?"
"Someplace. Let's go." Cid turned and headed for the door.
Vincent huffed in annoyance before resigning to his fate and following the pilot out of the house.