Title: Eyes
Summary: It started off with an interest in the strange man's eye color but developed into far more than Vincent could have possibly comprehended when he decided to follow Cloud into the rocket scientist's house.
Warnings: Oh, so much could, can, and will happen here... Brace yourselves!
Disclaimer: I own little: ideas, uh...guess that's it.
Side Note: This starts from where Cid and Vincent meet and will progress throughout the game to reveal their in-depth relationship. I'm going to try to stay as close to the game as I can; don't kill me if I stray a bit, okay? I'm doing this from memory because I'm too lazy to look it up.
The brunette gunner smirked as he watched the truck slam into the grotesque body that made up Palmer, sending the fat man soaring through the air. Tucking away his pistol, the gunner turned to look where Cloud was fiddling with the fishtailing airplane. Rolling his eyes, the brunette man followed the ninja as she jumped onto one wing of the plane, making sure to hop onto the adjacent wing inside of the same one. No need to give her more incentive to hover around him.
Digging his sharp claws into the wing of the small airplane, the aluminum easily crumpling under the force of his grip as he watched the stoic blonde leader of the group try to control the plane. As they rose and dove through the sky at the uncertain will of their leader, curses hit his ears. Looking over the edge of the plane, he watched as the foul-mouthed, blue-eyed man ran after them before attempting to jump onto the same wing as himself.
There is no way he can make it, the ex-Turk thought to himself as he watched the blonde man's gloved fingers reach towards the wing of the plane before sinking down, blue eyes widening slightly in recognition that he was not going to make it. He was not sure what compelled him to make a split decision in such a short fraction of a second, but Vincent quickly reached down with his right arm and grabbed the spear-holding blonde by his arm while tightening the grip of his metal fingers into the aluminum siding. Without giving it a second thought he heaved the blonde onto the wing beside him as the pinging sound of bullets piercing the plane filled the air.
A gloved hand clapped him roughly on the shoulder as the blonde grinned at him in silent appreciation, blue eyes shining as his smile sparkled brighter than the sun had when it hit his sensitive eyes for the first time in thirty years. Only, this glow did not burn his eyes and blind him. No, it made him feel a nervous energy course through his blood and made his stomach flip. The pilot quickly made his way to Cloud, pushing him out of the way and taking the controls as bullets pierced the space directly above his head before another hit the engine, causing it to sputter and lurch before beginning to plummet.
Looking over at the sparkling water that they were heading towards, Vincent could barely make out a loud shout concerning underwear. Raising an eyebrow, he tilted his head to look at the blonde man that was pulling back on the controls as if they could stop them from descending into the chilled, northern waters. He braced himself just before the small plane collided with the water with enough force to knock his companions off of the small plane and into the water.
Once everyone else was fished out of the ocean and seated onto the floating plane, Vincent took to looking at the man who continued to curse sourly while examining his prized plane. Grumbling, the blonde resigned and decided to join the "wing nuts," the ex-Turk was pretty sure that this was an insult, but did not press the nickname. He shook hands and got names of everyone before holding out his hand in front of the red-eyed man.
"Name's, Cid Highwind! What's yers, ya creepy spook?" the blonde said cheerily as water dripped out of his hair and down his goggles.
"...Vincent Valentine," he replied before reaching out with his good hand and awkwardly spook hand with the sunny blonde. Something had to be wrong with the man upstairs. Surely getting his plane stolen and shot down would dampen his mood, but it did little to deter him.
Smiling brightly, the blonde clapped his hand onto the brunette shoulder, not caring that he was being stared at incredulously. "Nice to meet ya, Val! Sure saved my ass back there!"
"...Vincent," he corrected.
"Heh, yer one of them types, huh?" the blonde said amicably. "Don't worry, I'll crack ya outta yer damn shell soon!"
"...I shall pass..."
"...Is there any chance we can turn this into a boat?" Cloud cut in, getting a dark glare from the pilot. He truly did not envy the leader.
"...A boat? Does my baby look like a fuckin' boat to ya?"
"...It floats..."
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Short, I know. SORRY!
Just, three words: Talumbus, motherfuckers, TALUMBUS! (Seriously, if you know what it is, you will laugh long and hard...then have perverted thoughts, followed by more laughter and a lot of internet searches...)
Thanks for reviewing:
Pale Meadow in the Moonlight: Well, I would hate to make my reviewers sad! (Unless there's a very strong hurdle that I have no energy to get over.) Ha! That's known as my half-ass (if not fully-assed) way of writing, a.k.a. the "fuck-it-all" approach! Heh, I figured Vincent probably was not listening to the words coming out of his mouth (total lie, I completely forgot about that part). Well, he's a colorful one!
Inuobsessed004: I never beat... Now, that is a hard thing for a gamer to admit! Heh, all of my summaries are half-assed and ramble-y.
Aeriths-Rain: Thanks!
Dreadful Virtue: Aww, thanks!
ABNORMAL2110: Heh, no problem. You don't have to review everything you see. Heh...thanks? Never seen a story of them meeting concerning Vincent's views, either.