*peeps* Hey..time for an update from me. How exciting, not haha. Stupid laptop crashed and is still f***** so I'm having to use my old one..which is so slow haha.

Thank you so much Diana Wong for the lovely review, you can call me whatever you want. I loves you hehe Can I call you Didi? xD

Anyway to whoever is reading this, please enjoy. ps. sorry the formatting of the chapter is awful but my stinkin laptop wont let me change it. :(

"You're pathetic Valentine. Do it you worthless piece of trash."
"I am...I am...just shut up...shut up." the demon was good at making the usually calm Vincent stressed.
Vincent held his "Peacemaker" against his forehead, the cold metal of the gun pressed into his skull.
"What...if it doesn't work? What if I don't die?" Vincent thought to the demon.
"I'll make sure you don't survive; I will take over your body. Simple task Valentine."
Shaking, the gunman pushed against the trigger, he felt like he had to do this. No one would care anyway, he thought; finally he could end the ache in his heart.

'BANG'

Cid woke up with a jump as he heard the sound of a gunshot.
"Shit! We being attack? What the fuck?" angrily he threw his shirt on, storming out the door he had nearly unhinged.
One of his crew members ran to him,
"Captain! Captain! There was a gunshot! But we can't locate it!" the young man said stuttering.
The small hall way was becoming more crowded with members of the team and a very worried looking crew.
"Cid! Do you know what's happened?" Cloud, though dressed in his pyjamas, was holding his large sword defensively.
"They can't fuckin' locate any attack, it sounded too damn close."
"Where's Vincent." Cid heard Tifa question.
The pilot looked around the horde of people, the gunman was nowhere to be seen and it wasn't like he was hard to miss either.
"Fuck! It might have happened near his room! Fuck!" Cid charged towards Vincent's door, banging on it for him to open it up.

"Cant you seriously do anything right host?"
Vincent was stood holding the gun in his hand, he had failed. In his panic he had missed his head and hit the mirror in the room, causing it to shatter.
There was a pounding at the door. It was Cid. He had woken up.
"You're an idiot Valentine. He's going to break down the door soon. When he charges though, shoot him, boy. Then I will transform and we will take leave. We will try the task again somewhere more... appropriate." the demon was angry that his host had failed such a simple task.
Cid finally managed to kick the lock off the door, he was frantically shouting for Vincent to answer him.
Panicking, he burst into the room, his eyes locked on his friend pointing a silver gun at him.
"Vin! You're...alright? The gunshot.." it was all starting to add up for Cid. The gunshot had come from Vincent's room, why had he been practicing shooting at this time in the night?
"Vince, its me Cid. Now...put the gun down buddy. I'm not gonna harm you." the gunner was looking like a scared animal, shakily holding the weapon.
"It failed...I failed..." Vincent continued to have the gun pointing at the pilot.
"Vincent?" Cid was starting to become wary of his friend, " Vincent? What failed? Put the weapon down. We can sort it out."
"I want...to die. Chaos said it would work. I failed."
"Vincent? You...tried to kill yourself? But...I thought you couldn't." Hearing that his friend was suicidal made Cid feel like a bucket of cold water had been thrown over him.
"He said...he said...he would make it work..he said.." the gun was still being held to Cid, making him feel slightly nervous.
"What? What do you fuckin think tryin to kill yourself will do? Fuckin idiot! Give me that damn weapon now" Cid raised his voice to his friend.
"No. Cid, get out of my way or I'll kill you." Vincent reloaded the gun, making Cid shift backwards slightly.
However Cid decided he couldn't let his friend get away in such a fragile state.
"I ain't movin'." the captain said, folding his arms. "Shoot me Vincent. Let's see if you've got the balls to shoot your best friend."
The door into the corridor was still open and they both could hear the worried whispers of their comrades.
"What you waiting for Vincent? Are you too weak to do it?" Cid knew this would enrage his friend.
Vincent screamed and fired the gun in his rage.
"BANG!" the bullet collided with the wall, barely missing Cid's head.
"Right that's it! I've fuckin' had it!" The pilot lunged at Vincent, throwing them both to the floor.
"Drop the fuckin' gun! Vincent! Drop the gun NOW!" Cid was holding the frail mans frame to the floor.
"Get off me! Get away!" this was the first time any of them had heard Vincent show this amount of anger, it was quite a frightening sight.
"Not a chance in fuckin' hell!" despite the fact Cid was significantly heavier than Vincent he was still struggling to restrain him.

The hysterical gunman let out a agonizing scream and bit hard into the pilots shoulder, drawing blood.
"Fuckin' vampire wannabe! What the fuck?" Cid didn't let go as his arm was becoming soaked in blood.
In a act of self defence, the pilot did something that he knew would knock the gunner out.
"Thank my fuckin' Papa for this technique, Vincent." Cid punched Vincent straight in the face, causing his head to jerk back slightly before he fell limp under Cid.
There was a deathly silence among the spectators, all watching the scene nervously.
Tifa was the first to bravely step forward.
"Cid...Your arm. Vincent? Is he...unconscious?" the pilot turned to the group of people watching him, he noticed that most of his crew had left knowing that it wasn't in their best interest to be around their boss when he was in such an enraged state.
"Fuckin' skinny shit's knocked out. Keep him quiet for a few hours. I'm gonna move him to the sick bay, I've got more room there if he decides to fuckin freak out again." Cid got to his feet and scooped the unconscious Vincent into his arms, he was already starting to feel guilty about punching him.
"Cid! Your arm, you need to get it looked at." Tifa was hurrying after the captain down the corridor.
"Eh. It will be fine, just looks messy. I'll sort it once Vincent's alright."
"Cid...what happened before? Did Vincent...shoot at you?" The barmaid was still in shock from the brawl the two men had before.
"I don't fuckin' know." Cid grunted to Tifa, " Guys gone insane, that's all I know."
The shortness Cid was using with the brown haired woman made her understand that he wanted to be left alone with the gunman.
"A-alright Cid...I'll come check on you two later, I'll go tell the others it's...nothing to worry about. Okay?"
Grunting a halfhearted response, Cid carried Vincent into the empty sick bay, placing him on the white bed nearest the wall.
Looking down at his out cold friend, the captain was feeling guilty about smacking the gunner in the face. Vincent had become so pale and thin, Cid wasn't sure how he was still keeping going, any normal person wouldn't have be able to function in such a frail state but Vincent had even managed to put up a fight against Cid's strong hold, that had to be slightly admired.
"Sorry buddy... I shouldn't have punched you...it's just..I really care about you.." Cid stroked Vincent's lank hair as he lent forward to kiss the gunners forehead, "Hope you can forgive me...I..just want you to be...happy."
The captain pulled one of the small chairs up to the bed and sat quietly holding Vincent's limp hand.

Vincent awoke slowly, his eyes finding it hard to adjust to the bright room.
It was just becoming light outside as he shifted on the soft bed; he was in the Highwind's sickbay. It suddenly dawned on him how he'd got here, the shooting at Cid, the fight, Cid punching him. It was his entire fault he thought as he saw Cid fast asleep in the chair next to him. The pilot must have spent all night with him, feeling guilty he realized that Cid had been holding his hand, could Cid...? 'No', he thought, 'Cid wasn't that way inclined.'
'Your little crush did a good job knocking you out. Guess that proves he doesn't love you like you fantasized over."
Vincent jerked slightly at the arrival of Chaos in his conscious mind, he had failed Chaos' suicide pact.
"You...did fail my task Valentine. But I've got a nice new idea. I rather enjoy you swooning over the pilot man. So...for now I'm just going to get sheer enjoyment as you pine for his love." Chaos cackled at Vincent's defeated sigh.
Cid was awoken to the sound of Vincent moving around restlessly on the bed, looking up he saw the gunner with his head in his hands.
Worried that he was possibly crying, Cid stood up and tapped his friend on the shoulder softly.

"You awake?" The pilot spoke softly to Vincent since he was scared that the gunner would try and flee instead of trying to face the truth about last night's problem.

Vincent looked up to see a pair of concerned eyes staring back at him, embarrassed his turned his head back into his hands.

"Cid..What..What happened last night?" Vincent was starting to recall the events of the prior night; he had shot at Cid in a moment of complete insanity. He was starting to question if he had truly lost his mind, if he had finally been tipped over the edge by his foul demons.

"..You shot at me..when we came to find you in your room." Cid sighed; he couldn't lie to Vincent's face and tell him everything was all right. Cid couldn't just move on from the fact his supposedly best friend had shot right at him and then in his fit of rage bitten him. The arm still ached immensely; Vincent had even managed to leave some rather prominent teeth marks.

The gunman didn't know how to react to the truth of last night, he was hoping it had all just been another one of his nightmares and banging his head had just knocked him out. No, Cid had retaliated and punched him in the face, not that Vincent could blame him since it was an act of self-defence.

"Vincent. You need some breakfast. Ill go get you some from Tifa, she should be up now. Then we can discuss what happened last night." Cid stated this in such a way that there was no hope for Vincent to argue with him, it wasn't advised to disagree with the pilot when he was in a relatively pissed off mood.

"Cid! You're..alright? How's your arm doing?" Tifa was already in the Highwind's kitchen making the morning tea for everyone.

"Aches, but it will heal. Vincent's up, I need to get something for him to eat." Cid walked over to the counter and started to look through the cupboards.

"Oh. Is he alright?" she questioned the pilot.

"Nyh." Cid grunted a strange response that Tifa presumed didn't mean much.

"You know Cid…I know you're angry that he shot at you..I don't blame you..but if he wanted you dead don't you think he would of succeeded at it? His shots are always dead on their target. I don't believe he wanted to try and kill you…"

Cid didn't reply to what the barmaid had stated.

"Well..he is best eating cereal. Help him get his energy levels up for today and we need to try and get some meat back on his bones." She got out a bowl and poured some rather plain, dry looking cereal out. Cid was glad he always decided to stick to bacon and eggs in the morning, the cereal looked like it would choke a man to death because of it's dustiness.

"Yum…Right thanks Tif. I need to go..sort some shit out with the crazy fuck" Cid grabbed the bowl of now wet cereal and walked back to the ships sickbay.

Vincent was still sat with his head in his hands when the loud pilot returned with his breakfast. Cid wasn't ever one for niceness and being the wonderful, loving friend for people to cry on so all he did was stomp up to Vincent and thrust a bowl of cereal next to his face.

"Here. Food. Eat," Cid sat heavily back into the seat next to the bed as the gunner took the bowl into his shaking hands. For some reason it distress Cid slightly that his friend was shaking and not making any eye contact with him, did Vincent feel afraid of Cid since he had punched him in the face? The captain knew Vincent had been roughly handled and beaten by Hojo but it never crossed his mind that Vincent could possibly come to fear one of his closest friends so easily. Was his friend that fragile that one small thing could tip him over the edge and loose the friendship they had built slowly the past few months?

A few minutes had passed when Cid had decided the awkwardness of the room was becoming unbearable so in a typical Cid manner he grabbed a cigarette out of his packet he kept near him and lit it up in hope of trying to calm his tense feelings towards Vincent. Even more awkward minutes had passed as Cid had already finished his first smoke; Vincent was still fiddling with the untouched cereal and it appeared as though he was softly sobbing.

"Oh for fucks sake. What you cryin' over cereal for? Don't start shitten me by sayin' its tellin' you stuff. Then I will really think you've gone off your rocker," the rope Cid's patience was clinging onto was quickly slipping away.

"I'm..not crying over the stupid cereal." Vincent whispered between sobs, the way he had said it almost made him sound childish and immature. Like a small child that wanted its mother to kiss it on the forehead and tell it everything would be alright. Cid had never thought of Vincent being child like but as he watched the gunner sit on the bed and quietly sob into his cereal he realised that he really did resemble a small, frightened child. All the sadness, all the pain from the last thirty years had been trapped inside the frail man waiting him to be pushed over the edge, Cid could see from his sobbing frame that he was getting dangerously close to that edge.

"Whats up with ya then Vincent? I know you love keeping it all locked away so we just all have to guess you're in one of those damn angst moods but seriously you need to sort it all out. I aint ever seen you crazed enough to fucking shoot at me. Why the fuck did that happen ey?" Cid breathed in deeply, trying to keep his cool.

"I..hate it Cid. I hate it." The frail gunner mumbled from beneath his dishevelled hair.

"Hate what Vincent? Explain."

"I hate it all Cid. I just…want it all to end. Why can't I die?" the sobbing starting again causing Vincent to slouch further onto the bed, still strangely clutching the bowl of cereal.

"I never thought you the fuckin selfish type Vincent. Tryin' to fuckin' kill yourself," Cid felt his blood begin to boil as his friend mentioned his attempted suicide.

" I'm not selfish! You don't understand how hard it's all been! You couldn't understand!" in a fit of rage Vincent threw the bowl onto the floor causing it to smash into hundreds of pieces, milk and cereal splashing all over the sterile sick bay.

Cid jerked away from his enraged friend slightly since Vincent very rarely showed any emotion and especially not anger, it would usually result in him transforming into one of his demons. A fight with an enraged demon was not what Cid felt like he needed right now, let alone an angry gunslinger. But he couldn't hold in his weeks of anger.

"Maybe we won't ever understand all the shit you've been through! But you could atleast damn help us all out instead of going through some fuckin' PMS type shit. Seriously Vincent, all you have done is lock yourself away for nearly a month! You barely sleep! You're a fuckin' bag of bones now! How do you think that makes all us feel seeing you like this? When there is nothing we can do? You've been sleeping with me in my room since you claim it helps to keep those damn nightmares away and that's great! Seriously I mean it, but even now you're still locking me out. Tifa would cook you anythin' on the goddamn Planet just to see you eat atleast something, you haven't once eaten any of it or thanked her for that! Not fuckin' once!" Cid took a deep breath and glared hard at Vincent who looked completely mortified at what the captain was saying to him.

"I never..asked any of you to..not once. You could have just left me to die. It's what I want." Vincent bit his lip so hard that blood began to drip from it, but he didn't care since he was trying to hold in his sobbing.

"Oh yeah good one, you thick piece of shit," Cid was getting so angry at his friend he was tempted to smack him in the face again, " WHY THE HELL WOULD WE LET YOU DIE? I SPENT FUCKING 30,000 GIL ON THAT GOD DAMN RIFLE FOR YOU YESTERDAY, I COULD HAVE FIXED THE TINY BRONCO FOR THAT AND HAVE MY BABY UP AND RUNNING AGAIN. BUT I DIDN'T, I BROUGHT MY BEST FUCKIN' FRIEND A PRESENT I KNEW HE WOULD LIKE! YOU KNOW WHY I DID IT?"

Vincent didn't reply to Cid's question, he was too humiliated by the pilots rant at him.

"It's because I fuckin' love the guy and I'd do anythin' to put a smile on that little face of his. I don't wanna see my best friend hurt himself even fuckin more, it scares the shit outta me." The captain had stopped shouted at his friend, all his energy had gone.

The gunner started quietly sobbing again, it broke Cid's heart that there was a possibility he had induced this bout of crying.

"Look Vincent," Cid said softer again, brushing the hair out of his friends paled face, " I know I can't ever understand the hardship you've been through but seriously we all have lost something dear to us. You're not the only one whose lost something, I mean sure you have suffered a hell of a lot more than us put together but still you need to know you're not alone facing all this. I'm here for you, always."

To Cid's surprise all Vincent did was collapse into his arms and finally cried his heart out like he had needed to for thirty years.

"It hurts Cid.." Vincent choked through the tears, "I don't think I can take much more, h-help me..please..Cid." the gunner continued to wet the pilots shirt with his stream of tears.

"Hush now Vince…it's all gonna be alright. You wait here whilst I go ring Shera, okay? We need to tell her that someone new is coming to live with us, don't wanna go givin' the old girl a heart attack now do we?" As he left the room Cid sadly noticed that Vincent didn't even have the energy to try and fake him a slight smile, he was completely worn down to nothing.

"Shera!" Cid shouted at the shy woman down the phone, " You like helpless kittens and shit don't ya?" Shera responded meekly with a confused "Yes."

"Good…well I've got you the next best thing. A helpless skinny demon man for you to care for."

Chaptey Endy. Sorry if it was abit...shit/cheesy haha. Or just awkward to read. Thanks again for putting up with my stories xD