Never Knew You
Chapter 6
Notes: I really wish more people would comment on this. I hope I'm doing it right. Oh well. Here goes my longest fic (besides Crossovers)...
And by the way...I know how to spell THE. My hands work slower than my brain, and I have no spell check, except for me, and I miss things. Gomen.
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Vincent tasted blood. It shocked him that during this moment of emotions, he noticed this. Of course, he knew why he tasted it. Cid still had it smeared on his face.
The two broke away. Vincent stared at the pilot, who looked immediately ashamed.
"I'm sorry Vin, I didn't mean to..."
Vincent shook his head. "No, that's alright Highwind. I think I...I needed that."
Cid flashed him a lopsided grin. "Really?"
The ex-Turk decided to change the subject. "You realize that we can't climb down the ledge in the storm. And even if I could get my wings back, I doubt I could fly."
The other shrugged. "Don't mind it. There are worse places to be..." he added quietly, "...and worse people to be stuck with..."
"I suggest you try to rest. I'll keep watch."
"Why?"
Now Vincent shrugged. "I just feel better that way."
Cid laid down. "Whatever Vin. Want me to take over in a few hours?"
"That's alright Highwind. You need the rest more than I do."
The blond started to reply, but drifted to sleep, leaving the sentence unfinished. Vincent smiled slightly.
Vincent offered to stay awake because he feared his dreams. He knew that with these...new developments in the plot of his life, so to speak, would only bring about worse visions in his subconcious. But he did need something to do. He noticed a small puddle forming near him from the rain. Unwrapping his bandana from his forehead, he drenched the fabric in the water. Then he began to wash the blood off his sleeping friend's face. Cid was definately a heavy sleeper; Vincent knew that much. He didn't even wake up with cold water splashing on his face.
The pilot's face wasn't too bad. After most of the blood was gone, all he was left with was a fairly deep, but small cut under his right eye. And even that had almost stopped bleeding entirely. His arm was pretty bad though. The two long gashes were still bleeding heavily. Vincent dabbed at them with the bandana, causing Cid to twitch a bit in his sleep. But he still didn't awaken. The dark-haired man wrapped the strip of cloth around the wounds, but found it wasn't long enough. Wishing he had kept his cloak, Vincent used his claw to cut his right sleeve. he tore that into a long strip, and finished bandaging Cid's arm.
Vincent sighed, and laid down next to Cid. Unfortunately, now he had time to think. He knew he needed to go over everything that had happened, but for some reason, he didn't want to. Was it because he was afraid to admit his emotions? He put his hands behind his head, and stared at the ceiling of the cavern.
Cid apparently felt something for Vincent. That much was made clear by his actions. And Vincent cared about Cid...but he was wary. Every person he had loved had gotten hurt. Was he willing to put Cid in this position? Was Cid willing to put himself in danger? He frowned and turned on his side, so he faced the pilot...
...And found his sky blue eyes staring into his own.
"Highwind!" he gasped, "You're awake."
The blond nodded. "My turn for watch."
"I told you, I'll stay all night..." Despite Vincent's best efforts, a yawn escaped him right after those words.
Cid sat up and looked at the other compassionately. "Vin, you need some sleep too. Your eyes are tryin to close anyways!"
Vincent frowned because he knew Cid was right. He was fighting the urdge to close his eyes. He needed sleep, but he still refused it. He didn't want it. He also sat up. "Highwind, it's alright. I'm perfectly wide awake."
Why didn't Vincent want to sleep? He was obviously tired, yet blatantly refused. This confused Cid, and made him worry. And when Cid Highwind got worried, his actions became a bit more tempered than he would like. Worry made him do odd things; things that made most people shy away from him. Yet Vincent was still there, meeting his gaze.
"@#$% it Vin, just go to sleep..."
"I told you-" Vincent was interrupted by Cid grabbing his shoulders and half-heartedly pushing him back down.
"Don't get back up, Vin. Just sleep. An hour is all I ask. If not for you...then for me?"
Vincent stopped. Cid had hit him where he knew he could not resist. "Very well, Highwind. One hour."
The pilot nodded in agreement. Vincent closed his crimson eyes, and was soon fast asleep, due to his lack of it the past night, as well as the exahustion of the day.
Cid had to smile to himself. All his life, he had mainly looked out for one person: himself. But now, here he was, worried about the sleeping habits of a guilt-complexed stoic. Amazing how things change...How love changes everything. The blond rolled his eyes, thinking about how that line sounded like a corny song. But it had its point still...
He yawned. It was still raining. It probably would keep up all night, or so it seemed. Cid really didn't see Vincent's need to have someone keep watch. He thought his friend was being a bit paranoid. Shrugging, he laid back down in his place next to Vincent's sleeping figure.
Within seconds of doing this, he too was asleep, his arm thrown over Vincent, as the rain poured on.
Chapter 6
Notes: I really wish more people would comment on this. I hope I'm doing it right. Oh well. Here goes my longest fic (besides Crossovers)...
And by the way...I know how to spell THE. My hands work slower than my brain, and I have no spell check, except for me, and I miss things. Gomen.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Vincent tasted blood. It shocked him that during this moment of emotions, he noticed this. Of course, he knew why he tasted it. Cid still had it smeared on his face.
The two broke away. Vincent stared at the pilot, who looked immediately ashamed.
"I'm sorry Vin, I didn't mean to..."
Vincent shook his head. "No, that's alright Highwind. I think I...I needed that."
Cid flashed him a lopsided grin. "Really?"
The ex-Turk decided to change the subject. "You realize that we can't climb down the ledge in the storm. And even if I could get my wings back, I doubt I could fly."
The other shrugged. "Don't mind it. There are worse places to be..." he added quietly, "...and worse people to be stuck with..."
"I suggest you try to rest. I'll keep watch."
"Why?"
Now Vincent shrugged. "I just feel better that way."
Cid laid down. "Whatever Vin. Want me to take over in a few hours?"
"That's alright Highwind. You need the rest more than I do."
The blond started to reply, but drifted to sleep, leaving the sentence unfinished. Vincent smiled slightly.
Vincent offered to stay awake because he feared his dreams. He knew that with these...new developments in the plot of his life, so to speak, would only bring about worse visions in his subconcious. But he did need something to do. He noticed a small puddle forming near him from the rain. Unwrapping his bandana from his forehead, he drenched the fabric in the water. Then he began to wash the blood off his sleeping friend's face. Cid was definately a heavy sleeper; Vincent knew that much. He didn't even wake up with cold water splashing on his face.
The pilot's face wasn't too bad. After most of the blood was gone, all he was left with was a fairly deep, but small cut under his right eye. And even that had almost stopped bleeding entirely. His arm was pretty bad though. The two long gashes were still bleeding heavily. Vincent dabbed at them with the bandana, causing Cid to twitch a bit in his sleep. But he still didn't awaken. The dark-haired man wrapped the strip of cloth around the wounds, but found it wasn't long enough. Wishing he had kept his cloak, Vincent used his claw to cut his right sleeve. he tore that into a long strip, and finished bandaging Cid's arm.
Vincent sighed, and laid down next to Cid. Unfortunately, now he had time to think. He knew he needed to go over everything that had happened, but for some reason, he didn't want to. Was it because he was afraid to admit his emotions? He put his hands behind his head, and stared at the ceiling of the cavern.
Cid apparently felt something for Vincent. That much was made clear by his actions. And Vincent cared about Cid...but he was wary. Every person he had loved had gotten hurt. Was he willing to put Cid in this position? Was Cid willing to put himself in danger? He frowned and turned on his side, so he faced the pilot...
...And found his sky blue eyes staring into his own.
"Highwind!" he gasped, "You're awake."
The blond nodded. "My turn for watch."
"I told you, I'll stay all night..." Despite Vincent's best efforts, a yawn escaped him right after those words.
Cid sat up and looked at the other compassionately. "Vin, you need some sleep too. Your eyes are tryin to close anyways!"
Vincent frowned because he knew Cid was right. He was fighting the urdge to close his eyes. He needed sleep, but he still refused it. He didn't want it. He also sat up. "Highwind, it's alright. I'm perfectly wide awake."
Why didn't Vincent want to sleep? He was obviously tired, yet blatantly refused. This confused Cid, and made him worry. And when Cid Highwind got worried, his actions became a bit more tempered than he would like. Worry made him do odd things; things that made most people shy away from him. Yet Vincent was still there, meeting his gaze.
"@#$% it Vin, just go to sleep..."
"I told you-" Vincent was interrupted by Cid grabbing his shoulders and half-heartedly pushing him back down.
"Don't get back up, Vin. Just sleep. An hour is all I ask. If not for you...then for me?"
Vincent stopped. Cid had hit him where he knew he could not resist. "Very well, Highwind. One hour."
The pilot nodded in agreement. Vincent closed his crimson eyes, and was soon fast asleep, due to his lack of it the past night, as well as the exahustion of the day.
Cid had to smile to himself. All his life, he had mainly looked out for one person: himself. But now, here he was, worried about the sleeping habits of a guilt-complexed stoic. Amazing how things change...How love changes everything. The blond rolled his eyes, thinking about how that line sounded like a corny song. But it had its point still...
He yawned. It was still raining. It probably would keep up all night, or so it seemed. Cid really didn't see Vincent's need to have someone keep watch. He thought his friend was being a bit paranoid. Shrugging, he laid back down in his place next to Vincent's sleeping figure.
Within seconds of doing this, he too was asleep, his arm thrown over Vincent, as the rain poured on.