Title: Fun and Games.
Setting: Pick one.
Pairings: Valenwind.
Disclaimer: I think ya'll know that I don't own this by now. If you think I do...stop taking drugs.
Warnings: Yeah, -grins-here we go again. Shameless CidVin fluff, games, teasing, swearing, slash, yaoi, shonen-ai, sex, blah, blah, blah, I think you get it by now. Flamers will deal with my fury.
Beta: Aileen
Pieces of Me
Cid sat down at his table sadly. Vincent had disappeared a week ago, no sign of him had been found, but the bodies of the WRO soldiers that were with him were strewn about. He breathed shallowly, a tremble running through his spine every day that he received no notice from Reeve about his lover's whereabouts. A knock came from his door, and thinking that it was Vincent, Cid scrambled quickly to the door. Whipping it open, he found nothing but a small box on his doorstep.
Swallowing roughly, he brought it inside the house, locking the door after him. The package was small, looking like it could not even fit a small camera into it. Opening it, Cid turned pale, followed by a light shade of green.
"Oh, fuck!" He shouted, running to his sink to throw up. Once he was done, he collapsed by the kitchen sink, staring incredulously at the box sitting innocently on his table. "Oh, fuck no! No, no, no!!" Eventually, he was able to get back to his chair, where he sat down and pulled out his phone, dialing Reeve's number as quickly as he could.
"Pick up, fucker!" he hissed as he listened to the ringing. Looking into the box, he gagged again.
"Hello?" a timid voice called.
"Reeve!"
"Cid, it's good to hear from you. I'm sorry, but we have yet to find Vincent. I think-"
"Shut the fuck up Reeve! Just shut up!"
"Cid? What's wrong?"
"...Fuck, Reeve. They got him."
"What do you mean, Cid?" He could hear the fear in his friend's voice.
"I-I got a package today."
"...Of what?"
"God, Reeve, they got him!"
"Of what, Cid?!"
"Of him... Of fuckin' Vince! They sent me a square of him!"
"They sent- How?!"
"How the fuck should I know?! I got a fuckin' bloody square of him in a box on my fuckin' table!!"
"...Are...are you sure it's from Vincent?"
"Yeah... They...they sent his charm with him."
"...His ch-charm?"
"Cerberus...the danglin' charm on his gun."
"...Cid...he still might-"
"He ain't, Reeve! He ain't fuckin' alive! If he was, I wouldn't have a piece of him on my table!"
"Maybe he's- Hold on, Cid." A pause came from the other line as tears began to flow down his face. Cid shakily reached into the box, making sure not to touch the flesh as he pulled out the bloody charm. "Oh, God, Cid..."
"What?!"
"I just got a package...it's unmarked..."
"Open it."
"What if-"
"Fuckin' open it, Reeve!"
"O-okay..." He could hear the package open slowly, almost sure that Reeve was shaking as he did so. "Oh, oh God!"
"...It's him, ain't it?"
"Y-yeah...it's...it's Vincent..."
"...He's gone, Reeve."
"Cid, I think I'm gonna be sick!" He listened to Reeve throw up, tears still running down his face.
"...Reeve?"
"Y-yeah?"
"Should we call the others?"
"Y-yeah."
Soon, the entire group was assembled, but after months of searching for the culprit, the search ended, everyone coming up to the same conclusion Cid had already made: Vincent Valentine was dead. When they all returned to their homes they all noticed a stack of boxes, generally around the same size, waiting for them, a note resting on top.
Leverage
Vincent grunted softly as he felt a body slam into his back, throwing him slightly off balance. He spun around in time to dodge the sword that was swung at his head. He heard a shout come from Cid and turned to look at the blonde, taking his eyes off of the enemy. He saw that the blonde was knocked onto his ass, but before he could do anything, a sharp pain ripped through his side.
The ragged sword was torn out of his soft insides, allowing blood to gush out as he focused on the cause. The gunner plunged his clawed fingers into the man's chest, wrapping them around his beating heart before clutching tightly enough to cut through it. He retracted his hand as the man fell limply to the floor.
"Vincent!" The gunman whipped around, turning to the source of the voice. He saw Yuffie, who was struggling to take down the three soldiers that had surrounded her. "A little help?!" He nodded, more to himself, before glancing at his other teammates. Seeing that they all were holding up, he sprinted over the to ninja, preparing himself for the fight. Before he could even reached her though, a bright light filled his vision, momentarily blinding him.
The next thing he knew, Vincent was face-first in a shallow pool of blood. He knew that it could not have been his own, though. A substantial amount of pressure was being applied to his back, right between his shoulder blades, keeping him pinned to the ground.
"I suggest you give up the fight," a cool voice called out loudly, interrupting the fighting that was going on around them. "It would be in your best interest, anyways."
"Vincent!" Cid and Cloud called out loudly.
"That is, unless you want to witness a death of your own?" He felt a cool blade press against the back of his neck, gently cutting into the pale flesh. Blood oozed out of the small wound, and Vincent knew that there would be no way out of this without their side losing.
"Fuck! That's fightin' dirty!" he heard Cid shouting, knowing that the blonde was furious. The way he was facing, he could see none of his friends, but he could almost feel their rage.
"Anything you want to tell them? You know, in case they decide to continue fighting."
Thinking quickly, he nodded slowly. "Yes."
"And that would be...?"
"That I am sorry." Grinning, the figure pinning him down turning to face the others. "...And that I will not be used as leverage against them!" In a split second, Vincent was able to maneuver out of the hold, scraping the side of his face open against the ground as he did so. His head was beginning to feel fuzzy from the blood loss, but he turned to face his stunned attacker. He swung his bloodied claw at the silver-haired man's throat, his vision blurring and his balance tilting.
He missed just barely and ended up tearing thin lines across the pristine skin instead of ripping out the throat. Vincent heard shouting from the others as they ran towards them, struggling to get past the soldiers in their way. The silver-haired man blurred along with everything else in the gunner's vision, leaving him with just a mix of colors as more pain tore through his right leg, forcing him to his knees.
Vincent's breath was shallow as he felt the blade slide into his back, his lungs struggling to gain more air. The blade was withdrawn and he heard metal clash. Knowing that the silver-haired man was now occupied, the gunner collapsed completely to the ground, his eyes fluttering shut and his senses dying down.
"Hang on, Vince!" a voice shouted out, desperately. This was enough to rouse Vincent to the point where he opened his eyes. He could barely make out the figure in front of him, but the voice was unforgettable. "I got ya!" He coughed almost weakly, blood speckling his pale lips as he did so. "Just hang on an' stay awake!"
"A-anythin' for you...Cid..." Vincent said, his body trembling as the blonde picked him up.
Cid could feel how clammy the gunner was getting once his head lolled forward, stopping to rest against the blonde's neck. "Shit, Vince, stay with me."
"...I'll try," the gunman slurred, fighting to keep his eyes open. Cid hurried away from the main fight, rushing to 'the Highwind', which was parked at a distance. He began to mutter soft words of encouragement to his teammate, all the while praying that he would survive the trip. He could feel the warm blood staining his clothes, making him feel a bit more nauseas as he ran.
"Vince, ya know we would'ave stopped fighting fer your safety, right?" he asked, hoping to get a response, any response.
"I know," came the soft reply. "...But I don't wanna hold you back." Cid smiled, noticing how his words slurred even more.
"Ya never will, Vince. An' even if ya were used as leverage, don't ya think that shows how much we care fer ya? Especially if we're willing to stop fer your safety?"
"I know..." Cid could not help but think how his rely did not fit the question, yet fit it perfectly. "And I'd do the same for you."
Venom
Cid groaned as he woke up, hearing someone shift to his left. As he cracked his eyes open to glance around the room, he heard the door open before closing quickly. Curious, he sat up, his eyes adjusting to the darkness in the room. He could hear Cloud and Barret snoring loudly, making him roll his eyes. Suddenly, he realized who was missing from the room.
Looking to his right, he saw that the sheets to one of the beds were tangled but Vincent was missing. Worry settling in his chest, the blonde sprang from his bed as quietly as he could before exiting the room. Once he was in the hallway, he could make out the sounds of someone throwing up nearby. After gagging a bit, he hurried to the bathroom, the sounds growing louder as he did so.
"Vince?" he asked, knocking gently on the door.
"Go away!" a deep voice moaned out.
"I'm comin' in, Vince."
"Go away, Cid!"
Ignoring the calls, the blonde turned the handle for the door, finding that it was unlocked. Opening it slowly, the pilot peared into the bathroom to find his friend and lover curled around the toilet, his hair sticking to his sweaty neck and shirt.
"Shit, Vince, what happened?" the blonde said, crouching down by his side. Vincent tilted his head slightly to the side to see his friend. The side of his face was pressed against the rim of the bowl while his hair framed it in a semicircle. His face was paler than normal, almost taking on a pale gray tint. Cid was alarmed by the change in his appearance, taking in the red-rimmed eyes of the shaking form.
"I-it's nothing...Cid. ...Go back t-to bed," Vincent muttered, turning his attention back to the toilet before heaving once more. The blonde winced at the painful sound and pulled the long, dark hair into his grip before rubbing small circles along the gunner's back.
"I ain't leavin' ya like this, Vince." The pilot sat down on the floor next to his partner, silently letting him know that he was telling the truth and would not leave him. "Why didn't ya tell anyone that you were feeling sick?"
"I'm not sick, Cid," he muttered softly, a shiver running down his spine.
"Oh, c'mon, Vince! Ya ain't invincible! ...Even if your name is in the damn word!" A soft chuckle was heard and Cid smiled at this. "...So, what happened?"
"...Fight."
"Huh?"
"The fight earlier today...when the group split up..."
"Oh, yeah! You were partnered with the brat. Don't know why Spike keeps torturin' you that way, either. ...Wait a damn minute. You two got into a fight?!"
"We were...attacked..."
"Well, that explains why she was out like a light an' ya were carrying her back to 'the Highwind'."
"...Indeed."
"Wait, but that doesn't explain why you're- Shit!"
"It's not...that bad, Cid."
"The fuck it ain't, Vince! Now, tell me: where's the wound?"
"Cid-"
"Has it already healed?"
"...No..."
"Then where is it?" A sigh came from Vincent before he trembled again.
"My...my left side." Cid gingerly reached over and carefully pulled the nightshirt up, making sure that it did not upset the wound. A choked sound came fom the blonde as he saw the wound.
"Fuck, Vince! It's blue!" The skin was mutilated to the point where blood drenched ribs could be seen. As he mentioned, the ragged flesh was tinte a pale shade of blue, easily noticed against the pale skin nearby. "It's fuckin' blue!"
"...It's...not a big-"
"Don't even go there, Vince," Cid warned, lowering the light cloth gently. "I'm gonna grab a few antidotes and potions, you...you stay here, 'kay?" A small nod was given and the blonde sprinted out of the bathroom, no longer caring about how loud he was, instead his care was focused on the brunette still curled around the toilet on the floor, no doubt in pain and suffering.
When Cid grabbed more than what he needed, he quickly returned to the bathroom. Upon entering the room, his body froze. The glass bottles, differing in size, shape, and color, that were resting in his arms fell to the floor in a loud crash. Vincent was slumped along the tiles, unmoving.
The pilot dropped to the floor, ignoring the glass that bit into him as he gather the gunner into his arms, tears of fear and grief flowing openly down his face as he felt for a pulse.
Freak
Yuffie came sprinting into the pilot's small kitchen, nearly running into his table, where said pilot, Cloud, and Tifa were sitting. "GUYS!" she shouted, skidding to a stop. The ninja held out a package to them, covered in thick, brown tape. "We gotta open this!"
"What is it, Yuffie?" Tifa asked, curiosity getting the best of her. Something about the package caught her attention instantly.
"I don't know."
"Figures," Cid muttered, taking a long sip of his tea.
"But I know that it has to do with Vinny!"
Cid spit out his drink, soaking Cloud in the hot fluid. "The fuck do ya know that?!" the blonde shouted, ignoring the leader's look of disgust.
"There was a note that said to open it when Vinny's not around," she said looking at the package in her hands.
"Well," Cloud said, rubbing a cloth against his face. "Vincent's upstairs right now, we can call in the others from around town before opening it."
"I got a bad feelin' 'bout this, Spiky," Cid said, eyes not leaving the package as he slowly took another sip of tea. Soon, everyone was cramped into Cid's kitchen, with the exception of Vincent, who had locked himself in his room for the night. Cloud took the package and slowly unwound the tape, not sure of what lied underneath the surface of the brown paper. A small disk fell from it, landing on the table and startling a few of the team members.
"It looks like we need to play this," the blonde leader said, picking up the disk and examining it. All too soon, they were in the pilot's cramped living room, staring at a small television as the leader put in the disk, waiting for it to play. Loud static greeted them and many cringed. After a few minutes of this, Cloud got up, getting ready to remove the disk when suddenly, the screen went black.
"Is it over?" Nanaki asked.
"Well, that was boring!" Yuffie pouted, crossing her arms over her chest.
"It seems to have been a success..." a voice called from the television, one that was all too familiar with the group of misfits.
"Oh, no," Cid said, watching as the image of a clean, yet bloodied lab came into sight.
"But it will have to be tested..."
"Cloud," Cid called, his eyes never leaving the screen. "Turn it off."
"And I have the perfect way to make sure that it took a hold..."
No one moved as they watched, ignoring what was just said by their friend. Hojo came into sight, grinning maniacally as he cracked his fingers slowly.
"He lived through the process, but that won't matter if the specimens didn't take hold..."
The camera shifted showing a younger version of Vincent, his hair shaggy and disheveled while he was bloody and deep red marks covered his body, showing signs of slow healing and torture.
"That can't be-" Tifa muttered, putting her hands in front of her mouth.
"Cloud, turn it off," Cid said, not moving from his spot.
"This will hurt you more than it will me..."
Hojo muttered this almost happily to the unconscious form of their friend. He roughly flipped the Turk onto his stomach, even though the body gave him no resistance. Still grinning, he reached over and tightly gripped the pale wrists, placing his foot on the middle of his back.
"He should be the perfect weapon now. Able to withstand any form of pain..."
"Cloud..." Cid said, his eyes widening as he realized what was going to happen.
Hojo pulled back on the wrists quickly while kicking forward with his leg, a loud crack echoing through the dark room of the house.
"Oh, God!" the teammates uttered in shock, realizing that Vincent's back had just been broken easily by the thin scientist.
"I think Valentine can take more than just a small break, don't you?"
"Cloud..."
They watched as the twisted man grabbed a hold of scarring, bloody shoulders.
"After all, anyone can heal from a simple break..."
"No..." Yuffie whimpered, covering her eyes but leaving just enough room to peak at the screen.
Hojo roughly pressed down on his shoulders, hearing a wet snap, but not letting up until Vincent's head was resting on the back of his thighs.
"I think I'm going to be sick," Tifa whispered, tears coming to her eyes as she saw the scientist let go, but Vincent remained in place; his stomach bending unnaturally.
"If he wakes up, this will be a success..."
"He's mad!" Yuffie hissed, tears in her eyes also.
"He's dead," Nanaki replied, wincing as Vincent was roughly slammed back so he looked like he was lying on his stomach again, another wet snap reverberating throughout the room.
"Though, it won't come without a price..."
"Cloud..." Cid muttered, his stomach feeling like it was going to reject the tea he drank not to long ago.
"He will be sore for a while, but that doesn't matter..."
"D-doesn't matter?!" Yuffie squeaked. Everyone grew pale as they watched the scientist pick up a scalpel.
"Enjoying the movie?" a deep voice called from behind them, making everyone jump and scream as they whipped around in their seats. They saw Vincent standing there, emotionless.
"Umm, Vincent, hi!" Tifa said, eye whipping between him and the television.
"Hello. ...So...enjoying it?" Cloud got up and turning off the television, encasing the room in the darkness that came with night.
"Not really," Yuffie muttered, looking like she was going to be sick.
"Why not?"
"C'mon, Vince!" Cid nearly shouted, looking at him as if he grew a second head. "He's a freak! Why would we enjoy watching him torture ya?!"
"I am a freak also, Cid."
"Ya fuckin' ain't, Vince! He is! An' I'm glad as fuck that he's dead!"
"Cid-"
"Nuh-uh! I ain't lettin' ya get all depressed! C'mon! I'm takin' ya out fer ice cream!"
"But, Cid-"
"Nope, we're goin'! Cloud! Fer the love of fuck, get rid of that damn thing! Now, c'mon!" With that the blonde grabbed a hold of his wrist. Remembering the video, he held on loosely, but pulled the gunner out of the house all the same.
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