Object of Fear 2
Cid was in the new hanger that was built in Rocket Town, according to his specifications. It was further from the town, just past were the shuttle was docked. That is before Cloud and the gang took it up into space.
The hanger was big enough to house the Highwind and squeeze in the Tiny Bronco. It was likely that if any other airships came they would dock in the vast stretches of plains.
Taking off from Junon, Cid dropped Vincent off near Midgar where he was planning to meet with Cloud to discuss some things that Cid wanted no part of. After the "incident", Cid thought it best to, get away from Vincent for a while, lest the Turk wanted to strain something from the laughter.
It has been a week of quiet and the rebuilding of dignity. If any of them heard of what had transpired he would never live it down.
Oh gods, if she found out…
Cid brushed the thought from his mind. He would not linger in the thought of her finding out, not when he had more important things to do, like upgrading the Tiny Bronco.
"Hey, Gramps!"
Oh, fuck…
Cid slowly turned to look over his shoulder. His grip tightened on the ladder he was using as he saw one of the banes of his existence; Yuffie Kisagara.
"Hey, Gramps!" She bounded over from the airship entrance of the hanger. The sun was at her back, stretching out her shadow and glinting on the metal of her shuriken that was strapped to her back. "How ya doin'?"
Cid gave her no reply; he was still trying to register the fact that she was in his hanger. Within a blink, she disappeared.
"I have something for you." The voice came from above and he saw Yuffie sitting in the cockpit, leaning over the side grinning in the cat-caught-the-canary way.
Mother fucking ninja…
"See!"
A glass jar was shoved into his face. "What the flying fuck is this…" Cid trailed off, his eyes finally focusing on the contents.
"I stopped by Midgar 'bout a week ago and saw Cloud and Vincent." She went on explaining.
Cid did his best to bite back a whimper. He was petrified even though he still had his Ribbon equipped. Inside the jar was not one, not two, and not even three.
No, in fact the jar was filled to the hopefully tightly screwed cap.
Centipedes of all sizes, shapes and colors moved inside the jar like an ever-shifting array of colors.
"Yeah, when I visited Vincent he told an interesting story about how you love centipedes. So before coming to visit you here, I stopped at places all over the world. Oh, you'll love this. I managed to get my hands on a Wutaian Giant Centipede. Its somewhere in here." Yuffie gave the jar a shake, ignoring the twitch that Cid developed with every jolt, but other than that he was still frozen. "Its at least ten inches long. Oh! There's a part of it!" She gave the jar another shake. "Anyway, its still a baby though. Once it reaches adulthood it can get up to six feet long! Let's see if I can find it again…" She went about the task of flipping the jar upside down, giving it a little shake once in a while.
"Don't fucking shake it!" Cid shouted.
"Wha-?" Yuffie asked in mid-shake. The jar slipped from her grasp. Flying up into the air in an almost graceful arch.
Time seemed to slow as Cid watched with wide eyes as it made its descent. He heard Yuffie uttered a small, "meep," before the jar shattered on the concrete floor.
"Holymotherfuckingshiteatinghell!" Cid spat out as he scrambled up the ladder into the cockpit, pushing Yuffie to the back seat. He continued his cursing trying as he tried to start the plane.
Yuffie watched confused as Cid ranted about "maneatingcentipedesfromthefuckingpitsofHades," as he fumbled with the ignition. Realization dawned on her. "Vincent was being sarcastic!" She exclaimed triumphantly.
Cid let out his own shout of triumph as he finally got the plane started. He let out a bark of crazed laughter. "Take this mother fucking bugs of the damned!" He moved the Tiny Bronco into the sea of the crawlers. Laughing as he heard the crunching of exoskeleton's beneath the wheels. "You'll never mess with me again!"
About twenty minutes later, Yuffie figured it safe to speak since Cid was no longer laughing and the plane had stopped due to the fact that is was empty of gas. "Um… Cid? You don't like centipedes, do you?"
"No, I fucking don't!" He snapped and turned to look at her. "Never fucking do that again! Don't believe everything that fucking Turk tells you."
"But don't you think you overcame your fear?" Yuffie ventured. "I mean you faced it, sort of…"
"Hey, maybe I have." Cid thought aloud.
"Well, that's great!" Yuffie climbed out the plane and jumped to the floor, cringing when her feet hit the ground with a repulsive crunch. She examined the siding of the Tiny Bronco and instantly felt sorry for whoever will have to clean it. "Let's go Gramps."
"Are you fucking crazy? There's no way I'm getting out of this plane with all the, the centipede guts everywhere!" He exclaimed.
Yuffie sighed. She turned and started to leave.
"Where the fuck are you going!" Cid shouted. "How am I supposed to get out of here? Yuffie? Yuffie!"
Yuffie kept on walking. She really did NOT want to stick around there any longer. If Cid couldn't get over the fear of alive or dead centipedes that was not Yuffie's problem, if anything she had probably helped him get over his trepidation.
But that was unlikely since it took two days for anyone to come and retrieve the pilot from the hanger. The poor mechanic Derrick got stuck with clean-up duty.
A/N: "Yeah, I'm back from vacation, it was okay to say the least. Anyway, I can't really think of anything else to say at the moment... Umm, oh yeah! Gwendolyn Christopher, your request, I must admit is giving me hard time. So, it might be a while before it comes up, but I promise that it will get put up despite how much I think it will suck. Sorry, that it will be delayed...
Once again, requests are welcomed and in some cases challenging (but I like a challenge... sometimes... heh)"
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