Author Note: Chapter Two DONE! FINALLY! If I get more reviews, the next one will be even faster than the second, sorry it took so long, but I couldn't really focus…

I did write a different chapter two, but I didn't really like that one too much, it might appear as a later chapter though….once again I DO NOT own anything to do with Final Fantasy.

Chapter Two: Insomnia

"Hey…Vin?"

Crimson flickered. He eyed wandered towards the pilot. He was still beside him in the kitchen, on the table, his tea still lay in front of him. A concerned stance was taken by the pilot before he heard a soft response from the former Turk.

"We'll see the other tomorrow right Cid?"

"Yeah, damn! Well least we're gonna go to the Gold Saucer later,"

The gunman eyed away from the pilot, who had finally reached for his cup. He could never forget his memories of the Gold Saucer.

-Flashback-

Cid bit on the cigarette clenched between his teeth. His hands clutch one another, and his faded navy jacket hung limply from his shoulder, providing him with a meager attempt of warmth. He eyed as visitors continued to appear at the gate of the square, ignoring as people bustled past him to find a seat. He'd already lost count, that is of visitors that entered, as the ticketmaster had explained that the 'lucky hundredth' couple were eligible to participate in the first act.

He glanced abruptly at the former Turk adjacent to him; hopefully this was going to ease the torment he was going through. The pilot cursed himself once he realised that he had brought up Hojo earlier. The fireworks had caused him to overlook the fact that he had mentioned the very individual he detested.

"Cid…?"

He blinked; promptly he turned to the gunman. He could tell that Vincent's eyes were avoiding his, and caused him to once again curse his mistake.

"Yeah…?"

The former Turk slowly cocked his head eyeing the pilot for a brief moment before drawing away. He eyes lingered slowly towards the entrance.

"Is that not…"

Cid turned to the direction of the former Turk; he was promptly followed by the sight of an ebony cat with a white diamond visage, with a golden crown was perched neatly above his head. It really wasn't the cat that Cid had seen, but rather the gargantuan Mog that it was mounted on. The fortuneteller gave an exceedingly brief wave, before the Mog began bounding towards them.

"It's that damn cat again…" Cid mumbled under his breath.

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"How about I tell your fortunes?"

Cid gave Vincent a nervous glance.

"Very well Cait Sith," The former Turk murmured.

"Okay…. here goes…"

The feline fortuneteller began waving his silver microphone hysterically, his scarlet mantle fluttering in the breeze. He then began to leap back and forth whilst the mog beneath his waved its arms dangerously in an awkward position. The recklessness of the entire thing suddenly stopped and a faint chime was heard as the mog extended a gigantic arm with a small piece of paper resting in the paws.

Cid realised that the cigarette between his teeth had fallen onto the bench; he removed his glare from the cat and hesitantly reached for the paper, he knew the cat was weird, but not this weird.

He cleared his throat before eying what was etched on the paper, although he could sense Vincent's warmth gently pressing against his in an attempt to see what his so-called 'fortune' was. "Adversity doesn't build character…it reveals it…"

"What?"

The cat shrugged. "I don't usually get ones like that, most of the time I usually get 'Ordinary luck. It will be an active fortune. Give into the good will of others, and something big'll happen after summer.' Well, I'm off,"

The gunman stirred beside him. "Cait Sith? Whose is this?"

The cat gave another shrug. "How should I know? I just give them…I dunno, I guess that's Cid's, oh yeah, but I was doing it for you Vincent…hmmm…how about you both get the same fortune?"

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Vincent eyed impassively from the casement of the Gondola, his eyes wandered towards the pilot but consciously kept focus on the views outside the moving Gondola. Cid had thought they would go and see what the Gold Saucer would look like if they had taken the moving tram. The pilot had seemed keen once they had arrived at the Square.

As the Gondola exceeded the Event Square, Vincent noticed that a few odd shapes were once again on the stage, though he would have thought otherwise after Tifa had dispatched Cloud and the entire crew of the Gold Saucer Event Square.

"Pretty damn big, hey Vin?"

The former Turk tentatively eyed the pilot opposite him.

"Cid…"

The pilot turned away from the window, his eyes meeting with the former Turk's. "Is everything okay Vin?"

The former Turk felt insecure and resumed his position at the window.

"Listen…" The pilot gave a smirk; 'Fuck, he's ignoring me again…' he placed a hand behind his head nervously, before staring sheepishly away from the gunman. "I'm sorry about earlier…"

"Earlier?"

"Yeah…I mean…about Hojo, and everything…"

"Hojo?" The former Turk faced the pilot, although he could still fell the uncertain warmth heightening within him. The blonde faced away, his eyes focused on something particular outside the Gondola.

"I brought him up and everything…I'm know you wanna forget all about it and…uh…"

"Hojo…it's okay if you talk about him…"

"You mean you're not mad?" The pilot turned from the window, he gave the former Turk a grin.

"Why would I be mad?" the gunman responded.

Cid's sheepish look returned.

"Well…I mean…damn… forget it, just as long as you ain't pissed at me,"

The pilot gave a laugh.

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"Cid…"

The pilot turned, and Vincent mechanically shifted his eyes elsewhere.

"I really had fun tonight…"

He could see Cid's smile out of the corner of his eye.

"Yeah…well…juts as long as you are Vin…"

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