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.Land to Air.
.Air to Sky.
.Sky to Space.
.C.i.d. .H.i.g.h.w.i.n.d.
(Characters and counterparts copyrighted to Squaresoft.)
(http://highwind.nu - Hopefully soon to come.)
(Rated R. Yaoi and sexual innuendoes for those who seek them. Cid x Vincent. Heavy cursing (Cid's involved, there has to be), mild violence. Intro's pretty clean. Possible "citrus" in later chapers/additions. Uncensored. Any omitted sex scenes will be uploaded elsewhere and linked. Edited versions will be uploaded here as dilute lemonjuice (I made a funny). Angst, depression, themes of suicide and drug refrences. I am not advocating the use of drugs.)
(This whole next chapter is dedicated to La Cidiana, because she kicked enough ass to review meh poor fic. Thank you so much! n.n;; And thanks to anyone else who reviewed after I started this, but only she gets credit 'cause she was the first. :Mean: But her one review is what allowed me to write more, so woo. The more reviews, the quicker I write, so if anyone out there actually likes this, please tell me! Thanks in advance.)
"Mayday: Left Hanging," - Save
Something was digging into his shoulders. His sides ached. Now that he thought about it, something was digging into his sides as well. He tried not to think. It hurt too much. The rest of his senses were dulled; he couldn't see, all he heard were bells, and he didn't even want to attempt to speak. He hadn't felt all this a moment ago, he was sure. And yet it felt like he'd been hanging for eternity. Hanging? Why had he assumed that? But the pain was so familliar, the ache... Then it hit him. He could distantly feel the harness of what was unmistakably a parachute pressing harshly into his shoulders and sides. The pain was there, but it somehow felt detatched, far away. Concentrating, he could now feel the throbbing pain in his head, the blood pumping slowly, gravitating downwards. Yeah, that's where I got it from, he thought, I'm fuckin' upside-down. He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and struggled to move as the pain intensified.
Cid Highwind opened his eyes. There was a flash of normal vision before his eyes were filled with a clouded red haze, his gaze distorted and fuzzy. Pain-induced rainbows burst across the red background, and it was impossible to focus. He continued to see spots, and quickly gave up on focusing. But he was definitely upside-down, and he was definitely hurting. Yeah, that last one was a sure thing. He hadn't felt this much pain since... since Sephiroth, since he'd been forced to crash the Highwind after Meteor. He didn't want to think about the pain, from then or from now. His eyes shut again, and he was resigned to simply breathing once more.
It was a good ten minutes before he could summon up enough energy to open his eyes again. The crimson fog had lifted somewhat, and he managed to focus his eyes on the horizon. He was awe-struck. The pain seemed to temporarily ease as he gazed upon the vast expanse of land before him, staring straight into the sunset. The sun was already behind the mountains, and the sky was left radiating a brilliant titian glow. He suddenly gasped and choked; for the first time, he noticed the blood around
his mouth, and felt the dryness of his throat. Cid continued to suck in deep breaths, desperate to remove himself from this position. Ripping his eyes from the sunset, he focused on analyzing his situation.
Apparantly, the chute had gotten stuck in a tree, which happened to be a good fifty feet from the ground. He was hanging precariously in mid-air, though he had no trouble with the height; he was a pilot, after all. The branches were thick about him, and he knew that if he managed to reach one, it wouldn't be so tough to reach the ground. If he weren't in so much fucking pain, at least... Cid paused for a moment, and reluctantly took the time to think about what sort of state he happened to be in, knowing full well he didn't have his restore materia with him. He mentally focused on each part of his body, knowing where the pain radiated from; his left leg was virtually unresponsive, and sent waves of burning pain up his spine. There was an pressing ache in his chest, he could feel that as well. Probably some broken ribs, he thought, but at least they haven't punctured anything. Maybe a bad collar bone, it hurt to move his head and arms. His left wrist stung each time he moved it, and he assumed it might have a minor fracture. His head hurt like a bitch, but he couldn't tell yet if he had actually injured it, or if it was simply from the large amount of blood that was flowing towards his brain.
That reminded him of the fact that he was still hanging upside-down. Heights when right-side-up are one thing, but completely different when the blood's rushing to one's head and one's whole body is being torn apart by that annoying thing known as gravity. Cid knew he had to move; he wasn't sure what, but something was bound to happen if he stayed like that. He felt a tingling in his face, knew that he was losing circulation. Maybe my head'll explode, save me the trouble of climbing down... With a pang of guilt, he remembered Vincent. He couldn't just die, he knew that, even if he had been joking in the first place. Vincent'd care. But hell, for all he knew, Vincent didn't know, or worse, thought he was already dead. Someone must have at least heard the crash, and he didn't appear to be anywhere near it. Even if he was, who'd think of looking in a fucking tree? He sighed, yet refused to lose hope. He had to do this by himself, it seemed. He had to do this for Vincent.
Gritting his teeth, Cid began the first attempt at escape. Blowing his scarf from his face, he shifted his weight, causing the whole hanging contraption to swing gently towards the tree's trunk. He continued to sway back and fourth, adding as much pressure as his broken body would allow. Pain surged through his arm as he reached out, grimacing once more. He felt gravity pulling the weakened limb down, but continued to hold it outstretched. Swinging once more to the trunk, he grunted with the effort it took, and threw his tired hand up to grasp the closest limb. Spots exploded throughout his feild of vision; he nearly screamed with the pain that wracked his body, but managed to hold on. Biting his lip, he didn't bother to notice when he severed the skin, the slight pain easily overwhelmed; blood flowed from the new wound, and joined the dried crimson grit clinging to his face.
He'd grabbed the thinnest part of the branch, as his fractured wrist wouldn't allow much more movement, and the thin leaves that were holding him in place were slowly giving way. Ignoring his protesting chest, he twisted harshly to the side and reached upwards to grasp a thicker part of the limb. Now his whole body shouted insults at him in the form of throbbing pain; he felt the thick beating pulse of his blood, the hurt that it carried throughout his body. Cid put his arms on mental auto-pilot and paused, breathing heavily as he struggled to regain his composure. The pain ebbed briefly, and he took the oppertunity to lurch further up the branch, swinging his injured left arm over the right. It was a slow process; after each movement he was forced to stop, breathe for five minutes or so just to let the pain subside, and then slide the opposite arm closer to the trunk.
His intense labors were rewarded within the hour, though he knew he would be paying for them as soon as he stopped to rest. Reaching the trunk of the tree, Cid slid his weight down, resting his uninjured right leg upon the broad tree limb just below. He grimaced, hugging the oversized tree trunk as he edged outwards a bit more, twisting his exhausted and battered body, slowly easing it down into a more comfortable position upon the branch. Cid glanced about for his next destination, but the branch was broad and dry, and oddly comfortable... He knew the best thing was to actually take the time to figure out what sort of mess he'd gotten himself into, but the exhaustion overwhelmed him, and as he tried to apply himself to some sort of coherent thought process, sleep claimed his wrecked body, and the pilot's blue eyes shut.
Sleep always came first.
(Erk. To make up for the huuuuge amount of time between chapters, I'll write the next one as quick as I can. It'll hopefully be longer than this too, and a lot better. x.x Sorry for all of you who waited for this short peice of ick... I'll make it up to you, I swear!) -Save
-Save
.Land to Air.
.Air to Sky.
.Sky to Space.
.C.i.d. .H.i.g.h.w.i.n.d.
(Characters and counterparts copyrighted to Squaresoft.)
(http://highwind.nu - Hopefully soon to come.)
(Rated R. Yaoi and sexual innuendoes for those who seek them. Cid x Vincent. Heavy cursing (Cid's involved, there has to be), mild violence. Intro's pretty clean. Possible "citrus" in later chapers/additions. Uncensored. Any omitted sex scenes will be uploaded elsewhere and linked. Edited versions will be uploaded here as dilute lemonjuice (I made a funny). Angst, depression, themes of suicide and drug refrences. I am not advocating the use of drugs.)
(This whole next chapter is dedicated to La Cidiana, because she kicked enough ass to review meh poor fic. Thank you so much! n.n;; And thanks to anyone else who reviewed after I started this, but only she gets credit 'cause she was the first. :Mean: But her one review is what allowed me to write more, so woo. The more reviews, the quicker I write, so if anyone out there actually likes this, please tell me! Thanks in advance.)
"Mayday: Left Hanging," - Save
Something was digging into his shoulders. His sides ached. Now that he thought about it, something was digging into his sides as well. He tried not to think. It hurt too much. The rest of his senses were dulled; he couldn't see, all he heard were bells, and he didn't even want to attempt to speak. He hadn't felt all this a moment ago, he was sure. And yet it felt like he'd been hanging for eternity. Hanging? Why had he assumed that? But the pain was so familliar, the ache... Then it hit him. He could distantly feel the harness of what was unmistakably a parachute pressing harshly into his shoulders and sides. The pain was there, but it somehow felt detatched, far away. Concentrating, he could now feel the throbbing pain in his head, the blood pumping slowly, gravitating downwards. Yeah, that's where I got it from, he thought, I'm fuckin' upside-down. He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and struggled to move as the pain intensified.
Cid Highwind opened his eyes. There was a flash of normal vision before his eyes were filled with a clouded red haze, his gaze distorted and fuzzy. Pain-induced rainbows burst across the red background, and it was impossible to focus. He continued to see spots, and quickly gave up on focusing. But he was definitely upside-down, and he was definitely hurting. Yeah, that last one was a sure thing. He hadn't felt this much pain since... since Sephiroth, since he'd been forced to crash the Highwind after Meteor. He didn't want to think about the pain, from then or from now. His eyes shut again, and he was resigned to simply breathing once more.
It was a good ten minutes before he could summon up enough energy to open his eyes again. The crimson fog had lifted somewhat, and he managed to focus his eyes on the horizon. He was awe-struck. The pain seemed to temporarily ease as he gazed upon the vast expanse of land before him, staring straight into the sunset. The sun was already behind the mountains, and the sky was left radiating a brilliant titian glow. He suddenly gasped and choked; for the first time, he noticed the blood around
his mouth, and felt the dryness of his throat. Cid continued to suck in deep breaths, desperate to remove himself from this position. Ripping his eyes from the sunset, he focused on analyzing his situation.
Apparantly, the chute had gotten stuck in a tree, which happened to be a good fifty feet from the ground. He was hanging precariously in mid-air, though he had no trouble with the height; he was a pilot, after all. The branches were thick about him, and he knew that if he managed to reach one, it wouldn't be so tough to reach the ground. If he weren't in so much fucking pain, at least... Cid paused for a moment, and reluctantly took the time to think about what sort of state he happened to be in, knowing full well he didn't have his restore materia with him. He mentally focused on each part of his body, knowing where the pain radiated from; his left leg was virtually unresponsive, and sent waves of burning pain up his spine. There was an pressing ache in his chest, he could feel that as well. Probably some broken ribs, he thought, but at least they haven't punctured anything. Maybe a bad collar bone, it hurt to move his head and arms. His left wrist stung each time he moved it, and he assumed it might have a minor fracture. His head hurt like a bitch, but he couldn't tell yet if he had actually injured it, or if it was simply from the large amount of blood that was flowing towards his brain.
That reminded him of the fact that he was still hanging upside-down. Heights when right-side-up are one thing, but completely different when the blood's rushing to one's head and one's whole body is being torn apart by that annoying thing known as gravity. Cid knew he had to move; he wasn't sure what, but something was bound to happen if he stayed like that. He felt a tingling in his face, knew that he was losing circulation. Maybe my head'll explode, save me the trouble of climbing down... With a pang of guilt, he remembered Vincent. He couldn't just die, he knew that, even if he had been joking in the first place. Vincent'd care. But hell, for all he knew, Vincent didn't know, or worse, thought he was already dead. Someone must have at least heard the crash, and he didn't appear to be anywhere near it. Even if he was, who'd think of looking in a fucking tree? He sighed, yet refused to lose hope. He had to do this by himself, it seemed. He had to do this for Vincent.
Gritting his teeth, Cid began the first attempt at escape. Blowing his scarf from his face, he shifted his weight, causing the whole hanging contraption to swing gently towards the tree's trunk. He continued to sway back and fourth, adding as much pressure as his broken body would allow. Pain surged through his arm as he reached out, grimacing once more. He felt gravity pulling the weakened limb down, but continued to hold it outstretched. Swinging once more to the trunk, he grunted with the effort it took, and threw his tired hand up to grasp the closest limb. Spots exploded throughout his feild of vision; he nearly screamed with the pain that wracked his body, but managed to hold on. Biting his lip, he didn't bother to notice when he severed the skin, the slight pain easily overwhelmed; blood flowed from the new wound, and joined the dried crimson grit clinging to his face.
He'd grabbed the thinnest part of the branch, as his fractured wrist wouldn't allow much more movement, and the thin leaves that were holding him in place were slowly giving way. Ignoring his protesting chest, he twisted harshly to the side and reached upwards to grasp a thicker part of the limb. Now his whole body shouted insults at him in the form of throbbing pain; he felt the thick beating pulse of his blood, the hurt that it carried throughout his body. Cid put his arms on mental auto-pilot and paused, breathing heavily as he struggled to regain his composure. The pain ebbed briefly, and he took the oppertunity to lurch further up the branch, swinging his injured left arm over the right. It was a slow process; after each movement he was forced to stop, breathe for five minutes or so just to let the pain subside, and then slide the opposite arm closer to the trunk.
His intense labors were rewarded within the hour, though he knew he would be paying for them as soon as he stopped to rest. Reaching the trunk of the tree, Cid slid his weight down, resting his uninjured right leg upon the broad tree limb just below. He grimaced, hugging the oversized tree trunk as he edged outwards a bit more, twisting his exhausted and battered body, slowly easing it down into a more comfortable position upon the branch. Cid glanced about for his next destination, but the branch was broad and dry, and oddly comfortable... He knew the best thing was to actually take the time to figure out what sort of mess he'd gotten himself into, but the exhaustion overwhelmed him, and as he tried to apply himself to some sort of coherent thought process, sleep claimed his wrecked body, and the pilot's blue eyes shut.
Sleep always came first.
(Erk. To make up for the huuuuge amount of time between chapters, I'll write the next one as quick as I can. It'll hopefully be longer than this too, and a lot better. x.x Sorry for all of you who waited for this short peice of ick... I'll make it up to you, I swear!) -Save