Title: Stalking Follies
Summary: Cid just wanted to find out more about the silent man that stalked the halls of the Highwind. It was not his fault that the vampire would not give up the information willingly...
Warnings: Drinking, smoking, swearing, eventual yaoi, etc...
Disclaimer: ...I die a little every time I have to say this: I do not own them.
"Yer damn right it's sick!" Cid snapped as he pointed his finger accusingly at the three women in their group. "An' I want to know which one of ya was sick enough to do it!"
"What makes you think it was one of us?" Aeris said with a shrug of her shoulders. "It could have easily been one of the boys!"
"Yeah!" Yuffie said as she pointed her finger at Cid in mocking accusation. "For all you know it was Barett!"
"It could have been Vincent," Tifa said as she looked at the blonde.
"No way!" Yuffie defended, "Vinny wouldn't even dare to touch the Old Man's crusty panties!"
"'Ey!" Cid snapped as his eye twitched slightly.
"Well, it sure wasn't Cloud," Tifa countered.
"Nanaki doesn't even have finger to fold boxers with," Aeris added.
"Vinny wouldn't do it! That's just sick! Cloud's the one with mental problems!"
"It could have been Barret," Tifa offered up. "Hey, Vincent has just as much baggage as Cloud, if not more!"
"Barret only has one hand," Aeris countered.
"You wish!" Yuffie said, jumping to the defense of the brunette gunner. "Cloud's got way more issues that Vinny!"
"Oh, he does not!" the martial artist argued.
"So it's not Barret or Vincent, seeing how he has limited use of his left hand," Aeris chimed in. "And I know it's not Cloud; it can't be Nanaki, so that leaves Cait Sith." Smiling as she solved the puzzle over the argument that the other two brunette women were engaged in.
"Uh, thanks," Cid said, waving at the flower girl before turning away and walking out of the room, unable to stop the chill that ran up his spine, covering his arms and chest in goose bumps and hardening his nipples, when he turned his back on the women. There was definitely something wrong with them; fucking broads were a mystery that was better left unsolved lest the world unravel and everyone die a horrible death. Speaking of horrible deaths, the blonde thought with a grin as Vincent walked down a hallway while lightning flashed in the background and thunder rumbled.
Hurrying after the inexplicable brunette, the pilot slid against the metal floor as he turned the sharp corner that the gunner did. Keeping a bit of a distance between them, the blonde trailed the gunner through the hallways, pausing when he noticed the gunner stop and breathe deeply, sounding as if he was sniffing at the air. Ducking around a corner, the blonde held his breath. Huh, maybe he was getting sick from sitting out in the rain earlier today? Just as he turned the corner to peek at the gunner, he came face-to-face with the cloak-wearing man in question. Jumping as he was startled, the pilot clapped his hand over his bare chest as his heart raced in his chest, the sound of his of blood pumping through his veins filled his ears before he smacked Vincent in the arm.
"Ya tryin' to give me a damn heart attack?" he snapped, glaring at the red eyes that stared at him unperturbedly. The brunette just continued to stare at him as he waited for an answer, the seconds ticking by and irritating the pilot even more. "Well? Are ya ever going to say a single fuckin' word to me?" Once more he was met with silence. "All right, would ya at least tell me why the fuck yer so against me? The fuck did I do to piss ya off? I know there's got to be somethin' 'cause ya sure as fuck are talkin' to every-fuckin'-one else on my goddamn ship but me! So will ya fuckin' say a goddamn word?"
"Um, Cid?" a voice spoke from behind the pilot, making him spin on his heels and come face to face with Cloud.
"What the fuck now?" he snapped, fingers twitching slightly. Gods, he really needed a cigarette about now.
"The lightning spooked the chocobo," the blonde said as though it were obvious and that the other blonde should be able to tell what he was talking about.
"So?"
"...So...it escaped..."
"...Escaped where, Spike? In the goddamn wild?" The silence was going to be the death of him. "...On my goddamn ship?" Blue eyes narrowed at the awkward silence that told him everything he needed to know. "...There's a two-thousand pound bird runnin' 'round on my airship?"
"...She doesn't weight that much..."
"Son of a bitch!" Looking back at Vincent, the blonde pointed his finger at the brunette, poking him in the chest. "This ain't fuckin' over, Val," he snapped before storming off towards the corral, trying to keep an ear out for any sounds of the bird. Once near the corral, the blonde sneered at the open gate and scattered material for the large bird. "I fuckin' hate chocobos," he growled before roaming the halls of the Highwind in an attempt to locate the missing fowl. After half an hour, and searching through every open room that he could, the pilot's patience was worn thin and his need for a cigarette had peaked. Giving up, the blonde stormed back to his room, throwing the door open before picking up his open carton of cigarettes and plucking out one of the two remaining smokes.
Slipping the cigarette between his lips, the pilot began to search his room for his lighter, grumbling until he grinned, finding a spare on the nightstand. Grabbing the black and red device, the blonde quickly lit his cigarette before sucking heavily on the filter and holding the smoke in his lungs. Breathing out slowly, Cid released the smoke through his nose before moving to lie down on his bed, taking another drag on the cigarette before tapping the ash out into a nearby ashtray. There was nothing like a good smoke to take away the frustrations in life. Lifting the lighter to his face, the blonde looked over the metal object before frowning slightly around his cigarette.
That was odd; he did not remember purchasing such an oddly colored lighter. Well, it was not that it was odd so much as it did not look like something he would purchase. Working on schematics and mechanics all day tended to mess up his eyes at the end of the day when he really needed a smoke to unwind, so Cid had taken to buying brightly colored lighters. Hell, when things seemed to blend together in a nonsensical heap, nothing stood out quiet like a neon blue, green, or yellow. This one, however, was a black shade that seemed to have dark red swirls mixed into it when it was held up to the light. It reminded him of Vincent. Hell, maybe it was Vincent's but someone else put it in his room thinking that he was the only smoker?
Yeah, that made sense.
Because there was no way that the gunner would have wandered over to his own room, folded his wet clothes, tidied up his room, and left his a lighter that he did not recall seeing earlier when he searched his room for his missing clothes. That would have meant that Vincent would have been into his room twice without him knowing and there was no fucking way in hell that happened. So, Cait Sith had gone into his room and cleaned it while he was in the shower and someone else, who obviously was not the brunette gunner, found a lighter lying around and assumed that it was his, so they later came into his room while he was off searching for some damn bird that was let loose in his airship.
Made total fucking sense.
Well, he better go return it to Vincent's room. Tapping the ash off of the end of his cigarette after taking a long drag, the blonde sat up before getting off of his bed and heading out of his room, walking down the silent halls to the room he remembered giving to the tall brunette. Knocking loudly on the closed door, the pilot blew out a mouthful of smoke as he waited. Seconds ticked by before he knocked even louder. Rolling his eyes at the lack of response that met him, the blonde swung open the door. "Ya in here, Val?" Peering into the dark room, the blonde frowned slightly. Huh, it looked pretty empty. But if it were, where the fuck was the man that was supposed to be sleeping in the damn room. What? Did he hate him so much that he refused to sleep in a goddamn room that was given to him by the pilot? Hell, the bed looked fucking untouched! Tossing the black and red lighter onto the soft mattress while grumbling a few choice curses, the pilot spun on his heel to exit the empty room and begin a new search; this one for the gunner, not a goddamn chocobo.
Turning around, and expecting to be met with the light that filtered into the room from the open door, Cid was unpleasantly surprised when he was met with black leather, silver buckles, and the thick, red fabric that made up the outfit that Vincent was always seen wearing. "Son of a fuck!" the pilot snapped before punching the gunner in the arm. "Do I have to buy ya a fuckin' bell to wear at all fuckin' times? Goddamn!" Trying to calm his breathing down and focus on the nicotine and flavor of the cigarette that he was still smoking, the blonde glared at the brunette that just stared at him evenly. "Still got nothin' to say?" Getting nothing back in response, the pilot huffed before jerking a bare thumb at the bed. "Someone fuckin' thought that yer lighter was mine. So, smoke away in peace now."
The brunette did not even move as he continued to stare blankly at the blonde. Something was unnerving him about the gunner; all he did was stare at him and damn well did not offer up any information when pressed! Rolling his eyes, the pilot moved to walk around the brunette and head out the door, stopping when he felt a gloved finger tap his unclothed shoulder. Turning around against his better judgment, the pilot locked eyes with the crimson-eyed brunette, blinking in confusion when the man walked over to his closet in the dark corner of the room. Blue eyes watched in curious fascination as the brunette slipped into the closet and vanished from slight, the sound of him shuffling about and moving items filling the silence.
"...Ya get lost back there?" Cid asked awkwardly before the gunner stepped back out with a small, unmarked box in his hand. "Eh? ...Ya got a box?" The gunner stepped closer to the pilot before opening it and allowing the blonde man to peer deep inside of it, a large grin spreading across the pilot's face. "Well I'll be damned!" Looking up at the gunner, the pilot sucked on the filter of his cigarette before blowing out a mouthful of smoke to the side, making sure not to blow it directly into the gunner's face. "Now, where the fuck did ya get all of that? 'Cause I ain't seen hoardin' like that since the fuckin' Wutai war an' I sure as fuck didn't notice ya runnin' off when we were all hittin' Rocket Towns shops fer supplies!" Picking up one of the bottles, the blonde looked it over before whistling. "Damn, this shit is older than I am! Yer gonna enjoy drinkin' this; well, ya are going to fuckin' drink it right? Don't show the fuckin' rest of them wing nuts or they might try to pressure ya into selling it fer a handful of gil! Ya need ta pop open a bottle when yer feelin' stressed out an' jus' get blitzed. Can ya do that?"
The gunner nodded slightly, astonishing Cid, before he pointed to the bed.
"I know ya can fuckin' speak, Val. That's a goddamn bed. Say it. BED!" Getting an incredulous stare in return, the blonde rolled his eyes. "Swear I'm fuckin' talkin' to a bar of chocolate..."
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