GASP! Byne lives! I know this one took so long to come, but I've been busy with school, and whenever I had time, writer's block kicked in. Blarg...oh well, it's here, anyway!
Disclaimer: I don't own FFVII or it's characters...but the three crew members did sprout from my mind.
Vincent sat on the deck of the Tiny Bronco, his hood up to protect himself from the wind, watching the desert scenery. The sun was starting to set, and the rosy light painted the desert in front of him. Him and the crew of the hovercraft had been traveling for quite a bit of time, and still had a ways to go till they reached the northern shore and the town of Corania.
The crimson-eyed man tilted his head a little as he noticed that the ship was starting to slow down. It finally came to a stop, and made a muffled thump as it landed softly on the sand beneath.
Quickly walking into the bridge, Vincent, after taking off his hood, gave a confused look to the crew members and their Captain, and calmly asked "...Why did we stop?"
"It's almost night, we're tired, and we're hungry. Got a problem with it, Vin?" It was Cid who answered, his lit cigarette twitching between his lips with every word.
"...My name is Vincent, not 'Vin', Highwind." Vincent's voice held a touch of annoyance, but Cid shrugged it off, only to get a glare.
"...So, who's making dinner?" Fallen was the one to break the silence, his hand scratching the back of his head.
With the flipping of a few papers on his clipboard, Koro looked at his green-haired coworker, saying only a simple "You."
The traveler could only watch on with slight amusement as Fallen now seemed to panic. "Uh...well, you know I would, but..."
Pushing up his glasses with his middle finger, the blue-haired crew member let out a slightly irritated sigh. "The usual arrangement, then?"
With a grin and a thumbs up, Fallen said a quick "You got it! See ya!" before running off. Vincent smirked behind his high collar as he heard a distinct cheer of "Booze!" come from the man.
While Cid and Mizuki happily followed Fallen to get wasted, Koro walked in the opposite direction. Wanting a calm atmosphere more than one filled with drunken yelling and ramblings, Vincent quietly followed Koro, and was led to the kitchen of the ship.
The blue-haired man had stuck his now steamed-up glasses on the top of his head, and was in the process of making what smelled like curry. The raven-haired man watched on as Koro started to hum a soft tune, a small, content smile on his face.
When finished, Koro took the curry, and asked Vincent "Can you carry the rice?" Nodding, the traveler picked up the pot and followed the quiet man to a dining room, where the other two crew members and the Captain were having a jolly good time, as an empty liquor bottle sat on the floor, tipped over on it's side.
"'Bout time you fuckers got done! I'm starving!" Cid, loud and quite drunk, motioned for them to bring the food over and sit.
As they started to eat, the crew started talking about things that happened in their pasts. Vincent, however, stayed quiet, his head down as he ate his food, a flicker of sadness playing across his face.
"Hey. Vincent." Looking up, Vincent met eyes with Mizuki. "Why so sad?"
Shaking his head, Mizuki smiled and pulled a bottle from behind her back. Gysahl Vodka was written in neat black cursive on the label as the clear liquid sloshed around in the bottle. "This'll get you happy before you know...huh?"
A pair of thuds had interrupted the woman, and Vincent looked over to see that both Fallen and Cid had both passed out onto the table. Koro, shaking his head, let out a sigh as he picked Fallen up with relative ease, almost as if out of habit, and carried him off and out of the dining room. Vincent only stared at Cid, who was faintly snoring, as he wondered whether or not he should carry the Captain to his room.
Letting out a small grunt of disapproval, Mizuki stood and walked over to Cid, grabbing one of his arms and slinging it over her shoulder. She started to pick him up, and Vincent moved to help her, grabbing the Captain's other arm and slinging it over his shoulders, his gauntlet glinting in the light. Mizuki stared for a moment, and, after realizing that she was being glared at, started to lead the other two towards the rooms.
As they traveled, Vincent started memorizing the layout of the ship, making a mental map so as not to get lost in the future. However, because of this, he almost didn't notice that the purple-haired woman had stopped in front of a door, and almost kept on walking.
She let go of the Cid, leaving Vincent to take his full weight, and motioned to the door. "That's his room. You can take him in there by yourself. Last time I went in there, I almost twisted my ankle on a beer can." As she started to head off to her own room, she motioned down the hallway. "Your room's the first door on the left in that direction."
With a little trouble, Vincent opened the door to the room, and carried Cid into it. Shuffling his feet through the room, the occasional sound of metal being kicked rang up to Vincent's ears, letting the man know that Cid was not only a drinker, but also a pig.
Finally reaching the queen-sized bed, Vincent gracelessly dropped Cid onto it and started to walk away, only to let out a small yelp of pain as his head snapped back.
Looking back, the crimson-eyed man noticed that Cid, while pretty much passed out, had managed to tangle his fingers into Vincent's hair. After getting a little closer, the traveler slowly started to work the hair out of the older man's grasp, trying to be as gentle as possible.
Once free, Vincent let out a sigh of relief and started to leave when Cid started to stir a little. Turning and watching, he could faintly hear the Captain mumble "...Soft..." as he rolled over.
The raven-haired man fingered his hair, a small blush creeping onto his face. True, he had always kept his hair in good condition, otherwise it would just get in the way, but he never thought about what others thought of it.
Shaking his head to dislodge the thoughts, the man headed towards his room. Once in, he quickly closed the door and took off his boots and cloak, depositing them on a chair that was in the corner of the room.
Flexing his gauntlet in the moonlight that shone through the window, he let out a tired sigh and headed into the bathroom that was attached to the room. Turning on the shower, Vincent took off his shirt and looked in the mirror, tracing his fingers over the numerous scars that ran all over his torso.
As the mirror started to steam over, the man took off his pants and gauntlet, and stepped into the shower. As the hot water washed over him, Vincent, almost as if out of habit, started to trace his finger across what seemed to be a tattoo of a pentacle on the back of the hand that normally had the gauntlet on it. At each point of the star, there were one or two letters: H, C, HM, DG, and GB. In the center space sat four blood red letters, which contrasted to the black of the rest of the mark: DBVV.
To be continued...
Wow, I can point out a few things.
(1). The tune I was going for was 1000 words from FFX-2, cause it was stuck in my head when writing that part on Valentine's day.
(2). Yes, I did make so that Mizuki can hold her liquor better than the boys. Why? Cause she's cool like that.
(3). What does Vincent's tattoo mean? Guess you'll have to wait to find out -insert evil laughter-
So, that was me pointing things out. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it(although it was shorter than usual...). Thanks to all my reviewers, and I hope I'll get some more, too!