Second Chapter yay!!!! I wrote almost all day. I think I may be over my nervousness and it's all thanks to your wonderful reviews. Thanks so much!! Hope you like it!!!

Be My Valentine: Chapter 2: Early bird

Plopping down on his bed with a heavy sigh Cid decided that now was as good a time as any to get started. He could do this. He could do #$!-ing anything. He was Cid Highwind; one of the greatest mechanic/engineer/pilots to ever live. (AN: Quite an ego he's got there) He might as well try the part of a detective. How hard could it be?

Son of a $%#ing $%# *&#% %$#^% bitch!!!!!

Cid Highwind … had nothing. How the hell is a box of chocolate more complicated than a $#%ing airship? He had looked the box over several times. Besides there not being a name, there were no other marks to give away the identity of the sender. The handwriting written was neat and straight with no quirks he could identify.

The son of a bitch had taken a lot of care to make sure they weren't identified. Then suddenly, a proverbial light bulb had turned on above Cid's head. He had an idea. A wonderfully, devious idea. An idea that just had to work.

It was dark outside now.

Cid put the box on the dresser closest to his bed and picked up his alarm clock, a device rarely used by the captain but it would definitely come in handy for his plan. He pressed a few buttons and with the red ribbon twirled around his arm, he lay down to sleep. He really hoped this mother#$%er was worth what he was doing. It was an unprecedented and unheard of thing for him to do.

Cid Highwind was going to get up early tomorrow.


BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BE-THUMP!!!

Those were the sounds emitted from the dark confines of the captain's quarters aboard the Highwind. Cid swore repeatedly as he pulled his gloved fist from the off button on the (stupid, dumb, mother$%#-ing) alarm clock. Cid Highwind had set his alarm clock to the most unworldly hour of the morning (5:30AM) to enlist help for his plans.

He dressed quickly in all black clothing and wore soft shoes so he wouldn't make any noise walking around. Forgoing his goggles and cigarettes, he sprayed himself lightly with a cologne he hadn't used for at least a year, clipped a mini flashlight to his pants and left. He made sure to carry the box of chocolates with him.

He was off to see the only person he knew would be up this early in the morning.


Nanaki had gotten up at his usual time this morning. At five in the morning, with no one awake, the Highwind was oddly pleasant. He enjoyed the quiet hum of the large engine that kept the airship running and watching the passing sky from the window.

In about an hour or two, Vincent would usually come and join him to revel in the silence of the early morning. He woke up like this every morning because he knew in maybe three to four hours, it would all go straight to hell. Everyone would be awake and the pleasant atmosphere would shatter almost instantly. Especially when Yuffie was up.

Mentally sighing, Nanaki curled up in a spot on the Command Deck with a clear view of the sky to wait for Vincent and maybe get some meditating done.

Pssst! Pssst!! Pssssst!!!

Nanaki ears perked and he raised his head at the small noise. Sniffing the air quickly, he picked up an almost sweet smell that he was not familiar with. Rising to his paws, alert, he crouched in a defensive position and narrowed his eyes to search for the origin of the noise in the almost darkness.


Cid Highwind had set off a bit nervously at first. What was he going to say? Would they ask questions? How was he going to reply to questions he didn't have the answer to himself? Putting these thoughts out of his head, he crept his way to the bedroom of one Red XIII.

$%#it!!!!! He wasn't there! Red wasn't in his room. What now? Where did he go? Cid Highwind almost almost considered giving up. But he didn't. He couldn't. For some reason, finding the sender of the package he'd found meant something to him. Something big. He decided to continue his search. Maybe Red XIII couldn't sleep and wandered off on the ship somewhere.

Something (AN: that would be me) was telling him to check the Command Deck first.

And off he went a little more confidently than he had before. Maybe it was the Mission Impossible (Whatever that is) tune playing over in head as he crept silently through the halls of his baby.

Finally, he came to the entrance of the Command Deck and paused for a brief moment to admire his ship. It was beautiful. He felt his eyes swell with manly tears at the sight of it. From the various stations to the large, red ball of fur in the corner.

Double take. Well I'll be damned. Concealing himself further, Cid called to Red XIII in a low hissing sound.

Psst! Pssst!! Psssst!!!

He saw Red stand and crouch defensively suddenly alert with his claws extended, but he didn't move. Damn, guess I'll have to come out from hiding.

He unclipped his mini flashlight from its place on his belt loop and switched it on. Stepping out into the open, he decided it was best to say something before Red XIII leapt at him first.

"Red, it's just me, Cid." He said keeping his voice low. "I need to ask you something." There straight to the point. He needed to be quick and silent about this; he didn't want anyone waking up from the noise.

Red quickly calmed upon seeing a familiar face but couldn't help being disappointed to see that it wasn't Vincent but instead one of the loudest members of AVALANCHE. Silence broken. Oh well. Maybe Cid would go away if he answered his question.

"Good Morning Cid, sorry about that. You kind of scared me there." he greeted. "You said you had a question for me?"

Cid keeping his eyes to the floor, scratched the back of his head in embarrassment and blushed lightly.

"Yeah, well you see…"


Second Chapter End!!! I enjoyed writing this chapter so much. I've never really enoyed writing before. I'm so happy!! Will update soon!! Please review!