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, drug use, eventual yaoi, etc...
Disclaimer: ...I die a little every time I have to say this: I do not own them.
The pilot smirked to himself as he finished his cigarette and tea in peace, letting the time slip by before washing his tea kettle and cup. After they were set down to dry, the pilot made sure to grab his spear before walking out of the kitchen. The spiky-haired kid had to be wandering around somewhere. His bet was on the fucking chocobo stall. The little weirdo seemed to be oddly attached to the feathered beasts. It probably had something to do with the fact that his hair resembled the large birds' ass. Chuckling to himself, the pilot walked down the hallways to the chocobo stall, snorting when he saw the blonde kid crooning at the large bird and happily petting it.
Rolling his eyes, the pilot walked over towards the young man and the bird; man, that kid was a living stereotype. It would not surprise him if he was fucking sired by one of the damn birds! Spinning his lance slowly, the pilot grinned when the bird looked over in his direction, Cloud still oblivious. Whacking the blonde on the head, Cid snorted when the only reaction that he got was the swordsman rubbing his sore head. "...Something you want, Captain?"
"Want to know where the fuck we're heading after the brat and the vampire are finished with their date," the pilot said, his eyes twitching as the large bird cooed before craning its neck over the top of the stall and nuzzling the swordsman head. There was no way in hell that either Tifa or Aeris were ever going to get in his pants; the kid was probably into bestiality!
A shrug was offered up before the other blonde spoke, "I'm not too sure. We'll have to discuss it once everyone's back inside." Humming, the pilot nodded before walking away from the blonde birds. Honestly, who ever heard of having a fucking leader that had no goddamn idea where the fuck they were going? Fuck, he was the pilot and he could probably come up with a better plan than "let's wait and see where this takes us!" For fuck's sake... Going back to his room, the pilot kicked off his shoes and set down his spear before lying on his bed. It was not like him to be so lazy but his only other option was to wander are Wutai and hope not to get pick pocketed, scammed, or run into the potentially disastrous date that was unfolding.
Making himself comfortable, the pilot yawned as he lied on his back, he could always work on his knew schematics or prototypes... Grinning, the pilot sat upright before heading towards the engine room, his feet clad in white socks as he walked. Stepping into the humming room, the pilot grinned at the loud purr that was coming from his baby, his pride and joy. Sitting down in the middle of the room, the blonde man grabbed his red toolbox before rifling through it, setting a variety of tools, designs, and small devices all around him before shucking off his gloves and setting them to the side. Satisfied with the layout, Cid made sure that his flight goggles were going to keep his hair out of his eyes; he was going to have to get it cut soon. Granted, it was nowhere near as long as Cloud's or, heavens forbid, Vincent's; it was still growing to become a nuisance. A nice trim to make it shorter would surly help.
Saving those thoughts for after they managed to save the planet; he really just wanted to best ShinRa, Inc and knock the crazed General off of his fucking mile-high pedestal. Then he could go back to working on maintaining the Number Twenty-Six rocket and hopefully making it into space. For the meantime, he was content traveling around with a bunch of people that were a bag of peanuts short of a fucking circus. Picking up a few tools, Cid began to work on a miniaturized version of a new engine. If he could get this one to work, he could radically change the standard practices of flight and bright it into the modern century. He could revolutionize the field and make it so flying would be obtained by more and more people, turning it into a multi-billion gil industry. People needed more efficient and cheaper ways to travel across the fucking planet other than two goddamn ferries. Hell, once of them only went from Junon to Costa Del Sol, the other from Rocket Town to Bone Village. Fucking useless.
Hell, it might make the brat happy; he could potentially get more tourists to her poor-ass town and might pick up the amount of materia she can swipe off of unsuspecting people. Hell, business might even boom to the point where she won't need to steal. Then again, it was Yuffie; she would always steal from people even if she did not have to. Fucking thievin' ninja brat.
Cid continued to work on the small parts of his motor, turning it on every once in a while and gritting his teeth when something stuck; gears not slicking together correctly and causing an ungodly screech to come from the device. Huffing, the pilot turned it off before fishing out a cigarette and slipping it between his lips, teeth clamping down around the defenseless fag before he looked around himself for a tube of grease. He was not foolish enough to lit the cigarette; not only because of the threat of lighting a lighter or match in a greasy and potentially hazardous situation. More from the fact that he did not want to risk setting his crotch on fire from falling ash. Always had to keep an eye out for that when sitting cross-legged and smoking absentmindedly Always made for a painful time.
Grinning around the cigarette, Cid picked up a bottle of the black grease and fought to open the bottle for a while. Once he had managed to wrestle it open, the blonde dipped his fingers into the chilly and thick grease before scooping it up and slathering up the small engine. He made sure that it was turned off before doing so; another little fact to remember. Never stick fingers into moving objects, not only will it hurt but moving metal gets hot faster than one might expect. Slicking up anything that his fingers could feel the blonde pilot wiped his greasy fingers across his pants, leaving black smears across the blue fabric before turning on the device and watching carefully to see where it was seizing. Blue eyes narrowed when it looked like one of the parts had fallen loose.
He turned off the engine once more before grabbing a variety of tools, setting each on across his thighs before working on removing parts to reach the loose parts. After they were tightened, Cid set upon reattaching the other gears and parts, making sure everything was in place once more before turning it one again. Lips parted in a snarl once it seized up once more, gears clicking but not moving. What the fuck was wrong with it now?
Cid was brought out of his thoughts when a chill ran its way up his spine. Something was wrong. Dearly, dearly wrong. Turning off the device, the pilot rose to his feet right before Yuffie barreled into him, knocking the stocky pilot right on his ass, grunting when he landed on a few of his hard tools. "Vinny hates me!" the ninja sobbed loudly as she wrapped her arms tightly around the blonde man. He was not sure what to do; surely she was kidding. The brunette seemed to have a difficult time hating people; ignoring them he did as though it were as simple as fucking breathing though.
"There, there," the pilot said before patting her head gently. "Get the fuck off of me; got a wrench diggin' in my lower back." The ninja sniffled as she moved off of the blonde, looking at him with large, watery eyes. Rising to his feet, the pilot sighed before looking at the pathetic woman. "Now, what the fuck did ya do?"
A pair of fliers flew at his head before Cid had enough sense to duck, clipping him in the temple and gashing his head open. "You're an insensitive jerk!" the Wutaian girl cried out before stomping away.
"Fuckin' menstrual bitch!" the pilot seethed in return, his greasy hand reaching up to prod the bleeding wound with a wince. Damn it, why the fuck were women so goddamn emotional? Grumbling, the pilot hurried after the girl. "Would ya stop throwin' a goddamn hissy fit an' jus' tell me what the fuck ya did to make the pasty fucker hate ya?"
"I didn't do anything!" the brunette woman practically screamed as she turned around and pointed a finger at the pilot, reminding him of an animal that was about to pounce. "How dare you accuse me of doing something wrong when this is your entire fault!"
"Oh, well excuse me for assume a damned thief had somethin' to do- The fuck do ya mean this is my fault?"
"Oh, like you don't know!" the brunette ninja cried before stomping off, leaving the blonde standing there in confusion. It was like a giant hurricane had come by and swept everything away, leaving him to just stand by the wreckage wondering where the fuck that had come from. There were no signs and sure as hell were no explanations. If only the twit had told him how Vincent hating her was his fault. It was not like he was running around like a female teenager spreading gossipy lies about the self-proclaimed ninja. Sure, she was an airhead but anyone who spent more than two seconds with her could figure that out. Not like he needed to sound the fucking alarms!
It had to do something with Vincent that was for sure. Grumbling to himself, Cid turned around before beginning to put away all of his tools. There was no way he was going to be able to work on his prototypes in peace with the girl sobbing around like a middle-aged heartbroken woman because some pasty-faced vampire shot her down on a forced date. Maybe if she asked him instead of dragging his silent ass into broad daylight it would have gone better? Is that what she meant when she said that it was his fault? It was not like he forced the girl to drag the lanky fucker into public. Something about the man screamed that he would rather hide somewhere dark and quiet rather than be paraded around town like a goddamn freak.
The only way that he was going to get some sort of answer that did not include two-fucking weeks of listening to hysterical sobbing was to talk to the fucking gothic kid himself. Seriously, like he did not have better things to do with his time? He still had to stalk the bastard for fuck's sake! Locking his toolbox, the blonde reached for his lighter before setting the tip of his cigarette on fire and taking a long drag. He was going to need a strong nicotine fix to try to cajole words out of the pasty man without trying to club him over the head with a wrench. Turning around, the pilot nearly bit his cigarette in half when he saw the man in question standing a mere foot away and staring at him coolly with a burning red stare. He could not tell where or not the man was upset with him or not just by his stare but the amount of frights that the leather-wearing weirdo was giving him was shaving more years off of his lifespan than booze and cigarettes combined!
"You are bleeding," the brunette murmured softly, the dark voice startling the pilot again. Only when he was expecting silence did the creep talk! Hell, did he already die?
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