Sorry it took so long to post. I've been very busy. All the reviews I've been seeing really touch my partner's heart and mine. Keep up the reviews and we'll try to pump these out as soon as we can and when we can.
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Peering out the window the blond pilot closed his eyes and listened to the scrapes of the giant bird's feet on the ground before letting out a soft exhale and leaned back more in his seat. "You're so...compliant to things. Live a little, tell some people to fuck off for once." he laughed, arms resting against the top of the seat, head lowered to look at the man opposite of him. "Like if they give you any lip just whip out that bad ass gun a yers and point it at them." He made the motion with a hand then brought it back. "Then again...I dunno if ya have it in ya..."
"I don't see what that would solve. If the other is violent in nature, wouldn't it be best to just ignore or comply?" Vincent asked, running his hand down his own thigh until he reached the gun and slowly unclasped it from its resting place. He pulled it up and held it with both hands, examining it as if hadn't many times before. "I find it unnecessary to pull this gun from its place for such a simple situation. I'd also rather not create problems for anyone."
Shrugging the man turned his head to look back out of the window and blinked as he saw fireworks going off. The sounds of the booms, cracks and fizzes echoing throughout the sky and a wide grin was on Cid's face as he watched. Blinking for a moment, his eyes following all of the paler man's motions. He reached a hand up to slip his goggles down to have them rest around his neck with a sigh before shrugging. "True, you got some valid points there. But, eh, I act first than think later. It's come in handy in a few places."
His eyes rose, gazing at the grin the other wore on his roughly trimmed face, with those bright sapphire eyes gazing at him with a laugh. The firework lit the side of Cid's face, heightening, just for a moment, his good charm that seemed to shine from him. "If I hadn't been found in the coffin, I wouldn't have started anything just sleeping there," he said, shrugging his shoulders again and slipping the gun back into its holster.
He then looked over at Vincent with a soft smile, the fireworks still going off while the colors flashed for a moment then vanished. "Well, then...I think you should be thankin' us for wakin' your ass up now, eh?" he teased, reaching out a hand and placing it on Vincent's shoulder before noticing how the red glow brought out the man's eyes and pursed his lips, pulling back while closing his eyes with a blush, glad that the booming lights covered it up while trying to push down the thoughts he was getting as he got lost in those eyes for a moment. Those seemingly demonic hues...yet they held a human tint to them more than anything.
Vincent nodded, "Perhaps I was wrong in not thanking the others for awakening me." He thought about it for a moment, staring out at the fireworks lighting up the sky. It was off how the haunted hotel seemed to block out the sounds of the surrounding joyous music and people shouting. There must be some magic involved. It was about the moment when he turned back, that their gaze caught again, this time Cid resting a firm hand on his shoulder. Inwardly pleased that he hadn't been wrong in touching Cid's knee since the other hadn't felt anything odd in touching his shoulder.
"So...after we deal with Sephiroth...what're ya gonna do?"
"I am not sure. Sephiroth is my responsibility. Due to my mistakes, he's out trying to destroy the world. My plans don't run much further than that," Vincent said, sighing softly and closing his eyes, not noticing the blush that crept up the other's features. "I might just go back and atone for my sins. There's no other place for me to return to but there. I was comfortable just lying in there for years, I see no difference in doing it once Sephiroth is dealt with."
He rose a hand and let it brush against the back of his neck, his black hair playing with the tanned skin it touched. The truth was that he'd never thought much about what he'd do once the deal with Sephiroth. Vincent hadn't even begun to think that he might survive after taking down his silver haired sin.
Pulling his hand back after a moment Cid had a contemplating look on his face. "Well...I don't seriously get why you don't just...live life and see what happens next." he mused then bit his lower lip as the other said that the man they were after was his responsibility and soon sighed before looking up.
"And what about you, Cid Highwind?" he asked, opening his eyes and staring forward once more.
"...I'm gonna go back to Rocket Town. Nothing much to do other than that or fly my ship around the world and see what else I'm missing out on." Soon he stood abruptly with a look that said he may have come up with something brilliant. "Hey! Why don't ya come live with me? I'm sure Shera wouldn't mind an extra hand around the house or something!"
Cid seemed to be excited about Vincent coming to live with him, once they had defeated Sephiroth. It wasn't such an unrealistic reality, Cid was the only one of the group he liked to be around. "I hadn't thought about that, but if I could be a help to you or your woman-"
"And maybe even -"
It happened suddenly, the box lurching as it swung on the cable above before hitting the dock and locking in. The jerked caused Cid to fall onto Vincent with a grunt as he fell. His eyes wide with shock once he saw what had occurred due to the jerk. He'd landed on the man who seemed so cold to others, whom seemed to only care for his needs though Cid could see past the bad things.
Vincent's eyes widened somewhat, though nothing compared to the bright blue eyes looking at him with a dumbfounded expression engraved in the hues.
But this situation was worse than any he'd ever been in. Having fallen against the other the blond had also accidentally kissed the dark haired man.
Their lips were pressed together, a hint of cigarette on the tips against those bright red lips.
They didn't jerk away in time when the door opened and the woman peeked her head in. "Oh boys, ride's over, go 'play' somewhere else."
"We weren't!" the blond protested with a scowl etched onto his face before slowly pushing up and making sure the box was stable before stepping out with furrowed brows as he looked to the side shyly.
What Cid had said before caused him to blink and then push the blond from his body, standing up himself in a towering fashion before placing a hand on the back of Cid's back. "My apologizes, we'll do so somewhere more appropriate," Vincent lied, gently leading Cid out of the box and away from the woman now swooning over the caped man.
"Why're all the good guys gay?" He heard said in a quiet sigh.
They continued along until they were out of sight and Vincent removed his hand, looking out at where the other tubes led.
As he felt a hand on his back and the dark haired man leading him away from the Round Square Cid grabbed at his hair and tugged. "That was so fuckin' embarrassing! That fucking ride just had to go and tilt and then that shit happens!" Releasing his hair he walked slowly ahead, swaying from side to side in dismay before sighing heavily. "Let's just go back to that spooky ass hotel so no more shit kills me mentally. I'm dying..." he whined, pouting and heading over to the tube that would lead to the hotel. "People and they're fucking crazy shit and those bastards at that arena and the - I need a smoke dammit!" With that he reached into his pocket, whipped out a cig and began puffing like no tomorrow, hands shaking. "I'm gonna fucking die if one more stupid thing happens!"
A small shrug before Vincent stopped, watching Cid's reaction which, in his opinion, was over reacting. The question now buzzing around his mind was whether Cid was angry that they'd kissed or that they'd been seen kissing. Odd, how Cid seemed to give absolutely no care to what others thought about him, but broke that to start shouting his anger. "Why do you not have cigarettes on hand? It's odd to see you without them," Vincent voiced, thinking that now was the best time to bring the question to light.
The entire day he'd been struggling, reaching up for a pack of cigarettes that weren't there and that only seemed to add to the blond pilot's frustration.
After a moment of puffing on the stolen fag the captain blinked and looked over at Vincent with a cocked brow then looked up at the ceiling. "Eh...believe me, I don't like me not having a cig to calm me down..." he admitted before rubbing the back of his head with the hand holding the cigarette with trained practice. "Those loud bastards snatched my 'cancer sticks' from me since they were getting sick of me smoking. Guess the little brat's rants got to them."
Vincent listened, his red eyes looking at him almost pityingly, but that was snuffed immediately due to his view of Cid. He was the type of man that wouldn't take kind to someone looking at him that way. Cid was, in Vincent's point of view, a strong willed man that was easily brought to anger, but when he's serious, he's a great person to be around.
Lowering the hand he then lowered his head to stare at his boots with half-lidded eyes. "And for fuck's sake I'm exhausted. Let's get going." Turning to head towards the haunted mansion looking hotel he motioned with the hand not holding his cig for Vincent to follow.
"I suppose that we should make our way there, if you are so frustrated at our time about this place," Vincent said, shrugging as he walked forward, passing his blond companion and finding himself flying up a dark tube to the haunted hotel. It was odd that Cid would even allow the fags to leave his grip, wondering why he didn't simply fight them, since they meant something to him, at least to keep him calm.
Letting out a soft breath, the blond Highwind placed the cig between his teeth and stepped into the tube afterwards to then follow the dark haired male to the hotel. Lips parted in a yawn he stretched his arms up then took a few more swigs of the smoke before snuffing it out and stepping with sluggish steps up the stairway. Eyes dazed and tired though his mind went back to the accidental kiss, how the other's lips felt against his own and how it was so...so strange as to why it didn't bother him as much as it should have, to any normal man. "Not so much about us wanderin' around...I'm just tired. Damn, I'm getting old." He laughed once he said he was getting old and stuffed his hands into his pockets before looking up at the dark sky.
He felt a soft sigh escape him as the other yawned. Vincent found it rather amusing that this man, who still looked great for someone that was in his thirties, was complaining about being old. The other didn't seem to understand that Vincent looked like he was the same age, but was actually older since he'd been sleeping for about those numbers of years in his coffin. With little resistance or problems, Vincent pulled him up the long flight of stairs, glancing back at Cid with a confused expression, but not making a point to voice it.
"Maybe I'll try and fix my plane later..." he mused with a thoughtful look, hand moving to scratch his cheek before making it to the doors.
The long black hair fell, once more, into his eyes. "That plane is special to him," he thought to himself, reaching the door first, opening the door for Cid and watching him walk straight through.
The first sight that Cid saw was Cloud staggering around and then the blond clung to him with a laugh.
A drunken leader met them at the door, tugging Cid into a tight hug that was apparently difficult to remove. "We missed you, Ciddy-widdy!"
"Holy shit! The kid's drunk!" the pilot shouted in shock, a look of pure horror on his face as he tried to pry the other off him, but to no avail. "Hey! Block-head!" he shouted at Barret, "Get yer drunk ass over here and get this Chocobo offa me!"
"Alright, ya smokin' hippy. Ya don't have to throw a fit jus' cause you don't have your damn cigs," Barret growled, the gun armed man pushed up from the chair and walked over, pulling the yellow haired sword wielder from Cid.
While this went on, Vincent took his chance to start climbing the stairs. He still didn't care much for the other team members.
Once Cloud was removed and seeing Vincent head off the captain moved over to the tending table and ordered a drink, chugged then got another. And another, and another. Until everyone left, Aeris having fallen off her chair and Cait Sith carrying her to her room she shared with Tifa. Sighing heavily and cheeks shaded red; Cid ordered the hardest one while his thoughts trailed back to that kiss. The other's scent wasn't that bad up close, his lips felt nice, and those dark red hues almost made him want to stay there and kiss. Kiss some more and more and even more. Swaying in his seat the blond pushed himself up and looked at the clock.
It looked to be three in the morning...or something. Sighing and pushing himself up the stairs he stumbled into his room, shut the door and slumped his shoulders, the jacket falling off just then. Leaning against the door, bringing a foot up to work on the boot, trying to make as less noise as possible as he got both untied and set them aside before going to work on his shirt.
