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"I think Gya ha ha and Kya ha ha are up to something..."
Daydreamer.
Cid walked through the Highwind hallways on his way to his quarters with his hands in his pockets and a cigarette hanging out the side of his mouth in danger of falling to the ground. Sky blue eyes closed slowly trusting his feet to guide him, since he knew this ship probably better than he knew himself, while listening to the workings of the Highwind. She hummed and purred perfectly, whispering her well maintained condition confirming to him that she was fine, meaning nothing to worry about. He felt more at ease being in the sky after such a long time. When the Tiny Bronco crashed a part of himself had suffered the same fate. Then the pain had grew when his ship had been turned into a makeshift boat. The Highwind was like having his wings returned to him so he could sore the skies once more to his heart's content and the Tiny Bronco was in Rocket Town waiting for him to have time to repair it which increased his happiness tenfolds. ShinRa wouldn't be able to tare him from his love again.
He also liked his crew, they were very well trained at their posts. All of them respected and looked to him for instructions on everything, they wouldn't dare breathe unless he gave the word. Only thing that irritated him about his crew was the damn trainee steering HIS ship. He hadn't gone this long without his wings to have some trainee take over the wheel. The trainee even had the guile to snicker at him. Damn fledgling was asking to have a spear shoved up his ass. Then there was Vincent looking too fucking smug for his liking. He could never figure out what Vincent was thinking or why he continued to be so unpredictable. Some times he wondered if there were two Vincents. The smug bastard trying to get in his pants verses the anti-social emotional shadow he was used to. Now that he thought about it, the first time in Icicle Inn when Vincent had pinned him to the wall with a very promising proposition he remembered seeing a flash of something strangely amber and sinister in his normally crimson eyes. There had also been a peculiar tingling of fear trailing up his spine when Vincent had gotten inches from his neck like he was a piece of meat about to be devoured. Vincent's pearly whites had seemed longer, much the same as fangs, in the moonlight caste through the window.
"Was Vincent really a vampire?" he blinked, muttering the crazy thought aloud without meaning to, while his thoughts flew to the fact that they had found Vincent in a coffin.
"That is absurd, Highwind." a voice declared right behind him.
The pilot jumped twisting around to face the one he had just been referring to. "Shit! Don't sneak up on me like that, make some fuckin' noise!" he yelled, gripping his racing heart unconsciously. "Could have killed me!" he grumbled thinking on the lines of a heart attack.
"How unfortunate to have missed my chance to give you CPR." he replied smoothly.
Pink tinted his cheeks as he was a bit thrown off guard."CPR? What good would that do for a hea--" he froze, the response he had been planning to give dying on his lips as crimson eyes flashed amber, their owner stepping close to him with a wicked smirk.
"Come on Highwind, is it this hard for you to understand what is being implied?" he inquired, taking two steps forward for every one step Cid took back to try and escape him. "Shall I make myself clearer?"
Cid gulped, his throat suddenly dry and his mind racing to comprehend the situation. This couldn't be Vincent, the sniper wasn't this bold and daring. There was no doubt that the one pursuing him now feared nothing for possible rejection and had every intention of getting what he wanted one way or another. It made him wonder if the quiet Vincent wanted him as much as this predatory Vincent.
"Who are you?" he grasped, backing into a wall. "What have you done with Vincent?"
Vincent's smirk widened into a toothy grin. "You're very preceptive, I knew it was only a matter of time. I was actually growing impatient." He slammed his hands on either side of the pilot's body, further trapping him. "I am the strongest demon living within him named Chaos and I've rather taken a liking to you, as has my host." he chuckled, sensing the anger of his host upon revealing his feelings.
"Were you in control all those times?" he asked, unsure how to take in this new information. He had never known that Vincent's demons could even take over outside of limit breaks. More so, did he want Vincent or Chaos? This was becoming too complicated. He shouldn't even be considering this since he hadn't even figured out if he was accepting of these feeling of Vincent's. "Are you hurting Vincent?"
Chaos gave an inhuman chuckle, leaning in closer so he was a breath away from the pilot's lips. "The control is split since I am still in the process of fully awakening. I have merely acted as the push to my host's secret desires and developed a few of my own." The demon's eyes flashed a darker color revealing something that made Cid's cheeks heat up while warning bells went off in the pilot's head. "I won't hurt you, just as I have not harmed my host." He could sense Cid's fear and wanted to ease the worry so his prey wouldn't escape, though he did love the scent of fear. The true Vincent was unharmed as the demon said but there was no guarantee if that would last after his awakening was completed.
Nodding softly Cid worked to process the demon's words and sort out how to deal with things from here on out. So Vincent and Chaos had a thing for him, though Chaos seemed more intent on the physical aspects. Now how did he feel about this? Could he trust Chaos and was Vincent okay with this dual relationship? Was he okay with it? There was too much to decide; he needed time to think. "Can I speak with Vincent?" he asked suddenly.
A frown marred the demon's features while he debated whether to deny his request or accept it. In the end a smirked curved at the corner of his lips before Cid felt the other's lips on his own. The kiss tasted sweet and spicy at the same time as if he were being kissed by both Vincent and Chaos at the same time. It made him feel light headed while on fire. He jumped slightly as clawed finger tips slipped under his brown shirt moving confidently and purposefully over his skin, never cutting or drawing blood. It caused him to relax partially, convinced Chaos had no intentions of harming him and that Vincent wouldn't let him. Those exploring hands traveled higher as the kiss became more heated stealing away his breath, causing him to gasp and make sounds he wasn't prone to vocalizing. He shouldn't be enjoying this or leaning into the other's touch but he couldn't help it or the moans escaping his lips. Then all too soon for his foggy mind Chaos, or rather Vincent, disappeared leaving him to wither to the floor as he tried to regulate his breathing. Grasping the fabric over his heart he blinked scanning the hallway with half lidded eyes finding no one in sight. Faintly he could make out the sound of footsteps coming his way over the beating of his heart and hastily fixed his clothing with a dark blush.
Shakily he stood up, vaguely noting the loss of his cigarette, before a low animalistic voice alerted him of a new presence. He resisted the urge to light up again and glanced down to the fire tailed wolf standing a few feet from him. Something in the wolf's eyes made him cautious and embarrassed like a child being caught with their hand in a cookie jar. He hadn't been the culprit though, Chaos should be the one getting the stare down. Nanaki sniffed the air then flicked his tail; Cid nearly lost his composure right then and there.
"The crew have requested your permission to land." said Nanaki, saying nothing more.
Relief swept over him quickly as he laughed and thanked the wolf before walking passed him back to the Bridge. Nanaki followed him at distance, tail swaying lightly. On the Bridge the crew greeted him with solutes which he in turn waved them off with a chuckle before taking the wheel from the trainee. This landing he wanted to do himself, training could wait.
"Alright, let's bring my baby down to land!" he yelled, receiving wild cheers in response. His crew was very spirited.
Cid took no time at all to land the Highwind smoothly on the ground near the outskirts of Mideel. However, the moment land was under her feet he felt an almost overwhelming need to lift her right back up, but relented and flipped on the intercom to alert everyone that it was time to head out. The whole team met up at the ladder to then descend down and travel into town. The girls made themselves scarce the moment they entered the town, Tifa still looking horribly depressed, while Yuffie was chipper and determined to cheer her friend up. Cait Sith and Nanaki padded off to search for information, while Barret spotted the weapon's shop immediately and headed in for an upgrade. So once more Cid was left alone with Vincent or Chaos or whatever. The split personalities thing was getting to him again. Even so, he slapped on his trademark grin and tried to be social though he felt a little on edge around Vincent.
"So, what do you think is gonna happen with this whole WEAPON business?" he asked in an attempt to start a conversation.
The sniper looked thoughtful for a second then shook his head, "You can never predict what ShinRa's planning to do next. Though I would wager that they're preparing a new piece of artillery."
He smiled glad for the quiet Vincent instead of the I'm-gonna-rape-you-in-your-sleep Vincent. He could let down his guard around this Vincent and enjoy himself without worry. "Yeah, them ShinRa bastards are probably gonna blast another hole in the planet." he half joked.
Vincent nodded in agreement a smile tugged at the corner of his lips but never revealing itself. He liked being around Cid, but he was also concerned for the pilot's safety. There was no way to know what Chaos was scheming, however there was no doubt it would end in a quite compromising position. He wouldn't let the demon scare Cid off and ruin his chances. Plus, Cid hadn't even gave the approval in any of the incidence that Chaos, and him partially, had practically ravished the poor pilot. He wanted to apologize but Chaos wouldn't allow him to and whenever the demon was sleeping, giving him a chance to do it, he could never get Cid alone to talk. He sighed lightly taking in the calm scenery of Mideel.
Cid frowned, noticing the change in Vincent's mood almost immediately since he had been keeping an eye on him the entire time. He opened his mouth about to voice his concern when a little girl chasing a red ball tackled him to the ground, the red ball bouncing passed him. He should have been paying more attention to the road than being fixated with watching Vincent. "Brat, watch where you're going!" he grumbled.
The little girl snickered rising to her feet like she hadn't even fallen in the first place or ran into him. She made no apology as she scanned around for her ball frantically. Then finding it nowhere in sight began to wail with tears overflowing down her cheeks. Cid groaned in annoyance but tired to coax the girl into shutting up but she continued even getting louder. People passing by gave him dark looks thinking he had been the cause for her tears. Vincent glared them down darkly though Cid didn't notice as he returned to the girl. A loud whistle sounded, silencing the girl immediately, as the ball came rolling quickly her way to stop at her feet. The girl smiled brightly with a thankful wave then stuck her tongue out at Cid and ran off. Cid blinked in confusion then turned to search for the one who had helped him get rid of the little brat. He nearly gasped as he caught sight of familiar blond hair before it disappeared into one of the buildings. Quickly he turned to Vincent and said, "D-Did you see that Vincent?"
The sniper didn't reply, already walking towards the building. Cid jumped to his feet brushing himself off before rushing after him. He had no doubt that those blond spikes belonged to Cloud, no one in this world had unruly Chocobo locks except for Cloud. The only question was, "What was Cloud doing in Mideel when he was supposed to be with Sephiroth?"
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