One sentance Drabbles, divided into sets of words.

1) Comfort

Vincent cries at night, once he has finally fallen to exhaustion and can hide no more, half terrified whimpers that send chills down Cid's spine and the pilot aches to reach out and just hold him, as if his hands can chase away demons both really and remembered and bring Vincent peace;and Cid cries with him, for all that has been done and all that he can not do.

2)Kiss

Their first kiss was little more than a meeting of skin, but they both kept their eyes open, as if terrified that the other would disappear; their second was quick and frightening, stolen in the heat of battle, it tasted of blood and sweat and gunpowder and fear; the next one was sweet and slow, a melding of hopes and desires and dreams that came together to consume them; their last was cold, Vincent covered in his own blood and the poison in Cid's viens spreading more every second, they kept their eyes open as if the other would disappear and Cid whispered "I love you" as Vincent pressed Cerberus to the back of his own head.

3)Soft

It always amazed Cid just how soft Vincents hands were, under that damned gauntlet, and he thought it was so incongruous with the rest the gunslinger until he got closer and realized how fragile he still was inside and just how easily broken.

4)Pain

Pain is not something new to Vincent, who learned his most important lessons under Hojo's scalpel, but he thinks that now, now he knows what pain is; as Cid's coffin is lowered and Shera Highwind wails Vincent has learned true pain: friendship forsaken, love unacknowledge and lost and not even the right to morn the passing of his heart; yes, this is true pain.

5)Potatoes

Cid Highwind and Vincent Valentine, defeaters of Sephiroth, defenders of the planet and greatest heroes of all time found themselves faced with an argument that has plagued mankind for generations: Pringles or Lays?

((Sorry, I needed crack. =^_^=))