Never Knew You
Part Five
Notes: My longest running serious ficcy ever! And believe me, this all writes better in my head than on my screen...-.-o...Anyways, if anyone has stuck around this far, ARIGATO!!
Oh, and Feliz de Cinco de Mayo!! (Happy Cinco de Mayo!)
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Cid's scream intermingled with Vincent's.
Hojo stopped suddenly to stare at Vincent, the scalpel poised at the minor insicion on Cid's cheek. Vincent, however, wasn't paying attention to him at that moment. He screamed again as two purple-black leathery wings ripped out from his back. With Chaos' added strength inside him now, he easily broke the restraints and hovered above the table.
Hojo dropped the knife and stared.
Vincent was still Vincent. He had retained his normal body, just added Chaos' wings and burst of strength. Turning to the scientist, he rammed him with one of the huge wings. Hojo went sprawling across room, landing unconciously against the wall.
The dark-haired demon turned now to his companion. Cid had fainted. Vincent was worried. He knew the pilot was brave. This had to be from blood loss. Those cuts on his arm were still bleeding badly...
He tore the ties that held Cid to the table and scooped him up. Then he soared through the halls and rooms of the mansion until he reached the exit. Flying high into the evening sky, Vincent never looked back. His attention was on two things. One, the flight, and two, the still-limp figure of Cid Highwind in his arms. And to show how much attention he was giving the flight, he didn't even know where he was heading.
"Vin?" the pilot stirred.
"It's okay Highwind. We're safe now. Just sleep."
He nodded, then was out again. Vincent was surprised at the amount of trust the blond had in him.
He was also amazed at himself, flying. This had never happened before, in all his years with Chaos residing inside him. Never had he been able to retain his own mind, let alone his real body. Normally the demon took over as soon as possible. But here he was, with Chaos' wings and his own body. His own conciousness. This puzzled him, and the flight from the lab gave him time to reflect on this. Was it the despiration to escape? Was it the fear of the labs?
Was it the fear of losing Highwind?
Vincent again gazed down at the pilot's figure resting in his hands. He had never thought about his feelings for the blond until he had almost lost him. For a moment, he was forced to think about what might have happened, had the wings not come. He didn't want to think of that. Shaking his head to dislodge such thoughts, he swooped down for a landing, not even bothering to look where he was.
Cid must've felt the change in elevation, because he awoke again. "Hey..."
Vincent almost smiled, realizing they were safe now. "We escaped."
Cid grinned groggily. "No, you did. I just tagged along for the ride." He tried to look around, but found Vincent's wings blocking his view. Vincent's wings... it felt odd to think that.
Vincent's feet touched the ground, a stony ledge jutted off a rather familiar cliff. He set Cid down and immediately, his purple wings retracted into his back. After a brief wince from Vincent, the two finally caught a glimpse of where they were.
"Vin, we're back at Lucrecia's Cave!" Cid spun around, then recoiled sharply, as he had swung his injured arm too fast. "@#$%!!"
Vincent looked at him worriedly. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fan-freakin-tastic..." he muttered. He then noticed the worry in his friend's expression. "I'll be okay. Just gotta get home soon, that's all."
Vincent nodded. "As soon as I can fly again we'll go. Apparently, I used too much energy on our escape."
"Sure thing. Take your time." Cid shrugged and sat down heavily on the ledge. Vincent joined him. The blond took out a cigarette from his pack, tucked behind his goggles, and began to smoke it. "So, what the @#$% do you think that was all about, anyways?"
"I honestly have no idea, Highwind." Vincent sighed.
"It was a bad @#$%in' conicidence, I'll tell you that much."
Vincent didn't really know what to think. Hadn't he felt that tell-tale signal of danger beforehand? And why had he felt the urdge to visit Lucrecia's Cave at the exact same time as Hojo? It seemed too strange to be a coincidence...
A bright flash interrupted his thoughts as lightning streaked across the darkened sky. It was beginning to rain.
"@#$%..." Cid rolled his eyes. He extinguished his cigarette on the ledge and started inside the small cave. Vincent stayed sitting, staring into the horizon. "Vin? C'mon, it's raining. Come inside the cave. You'll get sick."
Apathy. From the person he had caused so much pain in the past few hours...it was almost too much for the dark-haired man. He shook his head, damp now from the increasing rain. "I'll...just stay out here and think."
Cid sighed. This was not the time for one of his friend's angsts. "Vin, get up. You're comin inside before you kill yourself."
Vincent whirled his face around to look at the other. "How?! How can you be so worried about me, and not of yourself? And after...after I led you to Hojo. I almost killed you Highwind. So why are you worried about me so much now?!"
The pilot yanked Vincent up by his collar, until they were face to face. "*&^% it Vin! Why do you make this so god@#$% hard! I'm worried about you 'cause I care! It might be too far-fetched for you to understand, but someone actually does care about you!"
Vincent's face was wet, from the mixture of raindrops and tears. "But, Hojo... and the labs..."
Cid shook the other slighly, not to harshly. "#$%^ all that Vin! I don't care! It wasn't your fault, and you saved me! If anything, I owe you!"
Vincent looked down. "You owe me nothing, Highwind, you have never owed me anything, yet you stay with me..."
"By choice Vin! I stay because I want to!"
Vincent's voice raised. "WHY?!"
Cid pulled Vincent's collar, pulling Vincent towards him. Then their lips met.
Part Five
Notes: My longest running serious ficcy ever! And believe me, this all writes better in my head than on my screen...-.-o...Anyways, if anyone has stuck around this far, ARIGATO!!
Oh, and Feliz de Cinco de Mayo!! (Happy Cinco de Mayo!)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Cid's scream intermingled with Vincent's.
Hojo stopped suddenly to stare at Vincent, the scalpel poised at the minor insicion on Cid's cheek. Vincent, however, wasn't paying attention to him at that moment. He screamed again as two purple-black leathery wings ripped out from his back. With Chaos' added strength inside him now, he easily broke the restraints and hovered above the table.
Hojo dropped the knife and stared.
Vincent was still Vincent. He had retained his normal body, just added Chaos' wings and burst of strength. Turning to the scientist, he rammed him with one of the huge wings. Hojo went sprawling across room, landing unconciously against the wall.
The dark-haired demon turned now to his companion. Cid had fainted. Vincent was worried. He knew the pilot was brave. This had to be from blood loss. Those cuts on his arm were still bleeding badly...
He tore the ties that held Cid to the table and scooped him up. Then he soared through the halls and rooms of the mansion until he reached the exit. Flying high into the evening sky, Vincent never looked back. His attention was on two things. One, the flight, and two, the still-limp figure of Cid Highwind in his arms. And to show how much attention he was giving the flight, he didn't even know where he was heading.
"Vin?" the pilot stirred.
"It's okay Highwind. We're safe now. Just sleep."
He nodded, then was out again. Vincent was surprised at the amount of trust the blond had in him.
He was also amazed at himself, flying. This had never happened before, in all his years with Chaos residing inside him. Never had he been able to retain his own mind, let alone his real body. Normally the demon took over as soon as possible. But here he was, with Chaos' wings and his own body. His own conciousness. This puzzled him, and the flight from the lab gave him time to reflect on this. Was it the despiration to escape? Was it the fear of the labs?
Was it the fear of losing Highwind?
Vincent again gazed down at the pilot's figure resting in his hands. He had never thought about his feelings for the blond until he had almost lost him. For a moment, he was forced to think about what might have happened, had the wings not come. He didn't want to think of that. Shaking his head to dislodge such thoughts, he swooped down for a landing, not even bothering to look where he was.
Cid must've felt the change in elevation, because he awoke again. "Hey..."
Vincent almost smiled, realizing they were safe now. "We escaped."
Cid grinned groggily. "No, you did. I just tagged along for the ride." He tried to look around, but found Vincent's wings blocking his view. Vincent's wings... it felt odd to think that.
Vincent's feet touched the ground, a stony ledge jutted off a rather familiar cliff. He set Cid down and immediately, his purple wings retracted into his back. After a brief wince from Vincent, the two finally caught a glimpse of where they were.
"Vin, we're back at Lucrecia's Cave!" Cid spun around, then recoiled sharply, as he had swung his injured arm too fast. "@#$%!!"
Vincent looked at him worriedly. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fan-freakin-tastic..." he muttered. He then noticed the worry in his friend's expression. "I'll be okay. Just gotta get home soon, that's all."
Vincent nodded. "As soon as I can fly again we'll go. Apparently, I used too much energy on our escape."
"Sure thing. Take your time." Cid shrugged and sat down heavily on the ledge. Vincent joined him. The blond took out a cigarette from his pack, tucked behind his goggles, and began to smoke it. "So, what the @#$% do you think that was all about, anyways?"
"I honestly have no idea, Highwind." Vincent sighed.
"It was a bad @#$%in' conicidence, I'll tell you that much."
Vincent didn't really know what to think. Hadn't he felt that tell-tale signal of danger beforehand? And why had he felt the urdge to visit Lucrecia's Cave at the exact same time as Hojo? It seemed too strange to be a coincidence...
A bright flash interrupted his thoughts as lightning streaked across the darkened sky. It was beginning to rain.
"@#$%..." Cid rolled his eyes. He extinguished his cigarette on the ledge and started inside the small cave. Vincent stayed sitting, staring into the horizon. "Vin? C'mon, it's raining. Come inside the cave. You'll get sick."
Apathy. From the person he had caused so much pain in the past few hours...it was almost too much for the dark-haired man. He shook his head, damp now from the increasing rain. "I'll...just stay out here and think."
Cid sighed. This was not the time for one of his friend's angsts. "Vin, get up. You're comin inside before you kill yourself."
Vincent whirled his face around to look at the other. "How?! How can you be so worried about me, and not of yourself? And after...after I led you to Hojo. I almost killed you Highwind. So why are you worried about me so much now?!"
The pilot yanked Vincent up by his collar, until they were face to face. "*&^% it Vin! Why do you make this so god@#$% hard! I'm worried about you 'cause I care! It might be too far-fetched for you to understand, but someone actually does care about you!"
Vincent's face was wet, from the mixture of raindrops and tears. "But, Hojo... and the labs..."
Cid shook the other slighly, not to harshly. "#$%^ all that Vin! I don't care! It wasn't your fault, and you saved me! If anything, I owe you!"
Vincent looked down. "You owe me nothing, Highwind, you have never owed me anything, yet you stay with me..."
"By choice Vin! I stay because I want to!"
Vincent's voice raised. "WHY?!"
Cid pulled Vincent's collar, pulling Vincent towards him. Then their lips met.