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Resurfacing	By : dreamsofcrows Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 686 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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How long was Cid going to wait before they had this ‘talk’? Vincent never would have placed Cid as being a sadist, but his opinion was changing as the rest of the day wore on.
After Cid had (somehow, he still wasn't sure) convinced Vincent to get back on that infernal ship, they had spent the rest of the day going over (as it couldn't wait) cargo from the ship and paperwork Reeve had given him. Vincent never knew just how much paperwork it really took for just one trip, and was honestly amazed Cid could find anyone it in the clutter of papers he had on his small office desk. It was only when dinner time had rolled around did Cid decide to come back into the house from his poast-run maintainence check, sparing Vincent only passing glances as he quickly showered and ate, a few papers from that day still in his hand while he held his fork with the other. The only person who seemed to notice Vincent’s impatient mood was Shera. “Vincent, are you feeling alright, hon?” She watched as he hovered his fork just a few inches above the plate, the bit of mashed potato the same one from ten minutes ago.
“I'm just not very hungry. May I be excused?”
“Of course you can, but, you’ve barely touched your food.” She stole a glance down at Vincent’s plate with a worried look. She found out the hard way the first night he’d stayed in the house the tall man wasn’t much of a meat eater. ‘I prefer my meals not to have had a previous life if I can help it’ was all he had to say on the matter. She fed him mostly vegetables and fish when he ate it now, and the plate of mashed potatoes, corn, field peas and a bowl of salad that were usually gone by now were virtually untouched.
“I’ll wrap it and put it in the fridge for later, if that is alright wit you.” With just a nod of her head he stood, picking the plate up and putting it on the kitchen counter. Quicklu wrapping it up in some clear, plastic wrap he set it inside the fridge, silently padding out of the kitchen. Shera waited until she heard the front door open and close, then turned to her husband with a scowl.
“What in the world is wrong with Vincent?”
just shrugged, flipping through the papers in his right hand. “How the hell should I know?”
“You’re the one who talked to him last.”
“So now this is all MY fault?” Cid returned the annoyed expression on Shera’s face, pointing to himself with the stack of papers. It wouldn’t have even taken a rocket scientist like Cid to figure out what she meant when she pointed towards the front door with a warning look. He just stood up, tossing the papers on the small desk as he walked by it towards the front door.
In all honesty, he knew -exactly- what was wrong with Vincent. The gunman had been anxious ever since Cid told him they had ‘to talk’, and had been hinting his aggravation at the wait ever since. Cid -would- have wanted to make sure Shera was asleep to make sure there was no chance of being interrupted, but it looked like this was going to be when it happened. Now all he had to do was find Vincent, which could prove very hard when he didn’t want to be found. The sun was spreading the last of its color onto the town, casting long shadows from the houses and rocket supports. The very first stars of night were settled over it all, twinkling like they had some kind of secret. Cid just smirked as he set out around the house, through the backyard towards the long grass. He knew, and he didn’t know how he knew (he just did) Vincent would have preferred trees; they were tall, out of the way and if someone didn’t look up at the right moment no one knew you were there. Trees were very sparse outside of town, the forest being miles away, and left without this option Vincent had to be somewhere out in the tall, golden grass surrounding it. Right on cue, a tall figure with pitch black hair was sitting out in the fields, his back to everything. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He couldn’t remember the last time he took the time to sit and watch the sunset. Then again, he also couldn’t remember the last time he’d done a lot of things, like held hands with someone or told someone that he loved them. He’d spent so long in that coffin and then almost five years after that mourning his love for Lucrecia he never even thought about it. Not until now, when the sun was setting over the town where the person who had only the vaugest idea about how he felt about them lived. The person who didn’t know how much they confused him, revitalized him, drug him out, as he once put in, 'from his shell'. His married best friend. He sighed to himself with a frown. If it wasn't one thing in his life, he had come to the conclusion, it was always another. Soft footsteps that never the less crunched the grass underfoot were coming up behind him. “So you’ve pulled yourself away from your paperwork?" Vincent’s face settled back down into a scowl, turning his head away from Cid as the pilot squat down next to him. He could hear the man settle and shift in the grass before a hand grabbed his chin and pulled his face back around to meet Cid's. Vincent held in a breath as he realized they were only inches apart, the bright blue eyes of the pilot’s boring straight into his own red ones.
“Well, I know you're pissed cause of that look on your face, but I didn’t come out here to piss ya off more, ya know. I told you we had to have a talk and that’s what I’m out here for. Get up an follow me.” Cid trailed his hand off of Vincent’s face as he stood up, walking deeper into the grass without looking back. Even if he couldn’t see him, he knew Vincent would follow.
"Where are we going?” Vincent stood up, easily taking long strides to catch up as he followed the shorter man. As far as he knew, there was nothing beyond the grass but more grass.
“Somewhere we wont be bothered. You and I got something to settle between us.” Cid's voice was too serious for the nervous knot in Vincent’s stomach to loosen any. He wasn’t sure how long they walked, the land around them never seemed to change.
“Where are we?”
“Where we need to be. Take a seat, Vince.” Cid waited until he could hear the grass crunch behind him, made sure the gunman was settled before he turned around to look down at him. “You know, you’re a confusing bastard, you really are. When you first came here to Rocket Town you were still the same withdrawn, surly, antisocial recluse you’ve been since the day I met you. I wasn’t even sure why I did it when I invited you to come and stay here after the whole Omega thing. I guess I thought ‘hey, he’s got no place to go and no family to go back to, why don’t I let him stay with me? Let the guy relax, move on with his life’, so that’s why I asked you. You know, I consider you my friend, hell you’re actually the closest thing to a best friend I have in this town, so when you said you’d take my offer and come out here to stay for a while I felt like it’d be a good change for you." He started walking back and forth in front of Vincent. "The first few days I really didn’t see much change in ya, thought maybe it was a bad idea. That day we took you into Edge, I thought maybe if you saw everyone again you’d feel a little better. Didn’t know Shera was going to play dress up with ya, and when you came into Seventh I didn’t think that was you at first, and then it WAS you and all I could think was, DAMN. You looked..I don’t know. Younger, maybe. And then you were actin’ all self conscious about it and I thought maybe one compliment would make you, ya know, feel better. When it didn’t I felt like a big ass the rest of the day. Then that night when I went to see if you were feeling any better you told me everything you told me an, an hell, I felt sorry for you. I wanted you to come OUT of your shell, not go further in it. So that’s when I took you to work on the Highwind. Thought maybe something to do with your hands is what you’d need, like any man, ya know? Then all that crap happened, an' ya got mad at me like seriously mad and when I finally figured out why it was too late t' tell ya. Then after that out in the fields...well, you know what happened that time. First time I felt bashful around ya. Didn’t think about it after that, thought nothing about it...at least, I tried not to, but I couldn’t help but think about ya. Your silence, the way ya move, your damn secretive nature, and everything else...”
Cid was pacing back and forth faster now, flexing his fingers in and out in tension. “And then when you got hurt badly that time I was freakin out -real- bad. I mean, I’ve seen you hurt before in combat but you never looked like that, and then after you were bandaged up an everything an I was still freakin you said it was alright when it wasn’t.” The pilot took a seat next to the speechless gunman, bodies touching as he looked up at him. “And then I held you and you cried, and for the first time you were... really human t' me. Then that night in the garage, the way you 'pologized for everything it PISSED me off! You ALWAYS do that even when, NO ESPECIALLY when it’s not your damn fault!...but you accepted the fact I wanted to help you...it made me feel better. It was that night at the dance hall that I started, ya know, kinda seeing you differently. You really opened up that night...you had FUN. You smiled and laughed and I swore I even heard you singing along with some songs that night.”
Vincent couldn’t help but smile as he nodded. “Yes, well, they weren't all bad.”
"Then that night when I caught you...going at yourself, I was kinda freaked out, honestly. I’m about as straight as you can get- hell, two out of three planes HAVE women on them! I like women, I do! Hell, I have sex with Shera every night and I’ve got my own porn stash. But for some reason, past all the weirdness it... was kind of flattering. I didn’t mean to yell at you, I was just...I don’t know...I guess I was just tryin’ to get the truth out of ya. When I left and heard how bored you were, then I came back and you looked so damn relieved, and that’s when I knew I STILL had to get the truth out of ya...so, in a nut shell, that’s why I brought you here tonight.” Cid raised his blue eyes to meet red ones, looking into them like he was trying to get something out of them other than the intense color.
“The truth, Cid?”
Cid looked slightly taken aback. It was only the second time he had ever heard Vincent say his first name. “Yeah, nothing but.”
Vincent turned his face away, his eyes searching the grass as he thought. “I don’t know if I can tell you, Highwind.”
“We’re not leaving here til you do, Vincent.” Cid frowned slightly, never taking his face off of the gunman’s. Vincent just shook his head, eyes half closing as they darted to the ground. Stubborn as always. “Then I guess there’s only one thing to say.” He turned back to look down at Cid, one eyebrow lifted over those glowing red eyes. . Cid sat there, waiting for Vincent to SAY it already, never noticing the brunette’s face was getting closer to his until he could see his reflection in the gunman’s eyes, and a pair of soft lips brushing his. He flinched instinctively, a gasp caught in the back of his throat as his eyes widened before he pulled back, not noticing the bright red blush that had crept onto his face.
"V-Vince?”
"...I..." Before Cid could say anything else, all he could see was a flash of black hair as Vincent jumped up, turned and started walking quickly back to the house, body tensed. The pilot only had enough time to blink before he was up on his feet, running helter-skelter after the taller man. ‘Well,’ he thought with a grin. ‘I always DID want someone I had to chase after...’
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