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(Inner thought)

Chapter Fifteen:
Reconciliation

Cid Highwind was a man who
wholly believed in taking risks, jumping when others feared and stayed behind.
He wasn�t the type to hide behind his fears or be afraid of making mistakes. It
was for that reason alone that he gave into his desires and took what was being
offered, what he had wanted for so long and thought he would never have again.

Looking at the
raven-haired man before him, one who began as an enemy and then became an
awkward friend, lover, then nothing at all in the space of a couple of weeks,
Cid knew what he desired. And the gunman was offering it to him on a silver
platter. Who was he to say no?

In front of him, the
gunman stirred, clearly uneasy and feeling like he was being rejected. �I can
leave now,� Vincent offered, breaking through the silence. �I will walk out the
door if you want me to.� It would be as much as he deserved for the way that he
had treated Cid the first time.

�No,� the pilot mumbled
slowly as he shook his head. Vincent looked at him, wondering which question he
was answering. �No,� Cid repeated, locking eyes with the gunman. �Stay,� he
quietly commanded before leaning in to lock the ex-Turk in a scorching kiss,
searing with the heat of desire.

He pushed into Vincent�s
mouth with his tongue, eagerly seeking out the gunman�s spicy and unique
flavor. Meanwhile, his hands found themselves hurriedly unclasping the other
man�s cloak, eager to feel skin on skin.

The gunman accepted Cid�s
kiss as he gently pulled the pilot forward with his human hand, unbuttoning his
pants with the other. It became of race of frantic desperation to remove
unnecessary articles of clothing. He broke away from the kiss, quieting the
blond�s protests when he started nipping gently on the pilot�s neck, slightly
sharpened canines scraping sensuously across tanned skin.

�Fuck, Vince�� Cid moaned, tendrils of desire beginning to curl in his belly.
�I want you so bad. �

Vincent didn�t reply,
instead choosing to pull away and standing swiftly. Stunned by the sudden loss
of contact, Cid blinked up at him, rather confused. His brain was still
somewhat muddled by the sudden turn of events. The gunman began to shed his
clothes, not wasting any time as he tore them off and threw them to the floor.

The pilot blinked in
sudden understanding as he fumbled to remove pants as well. Heat pooled in his
belly as pale skin was exposed, muscles shifting gracefully beneath flesh. His
mouth went dry, blood filling his cock instantly.
��
Finally, the other man
crawled back onto the bed and up Cid�s body until he was face to face with the
pilot, propped up on his elbows. Vincent locked eyes with Cid as their cocks
brushed against each other.

�You�re in my head,� Vincent commented as he shifted his
weight to his left arm, trailing his right hand down the other man�s bared
chest, ghosting his fingers over the skin and pebbling a dusky nipple. Cid
shivered visibly beneath his touch, instantly aroused by that barely there
touch. �I don�t understand it.�

Cid grinned in response, clearly pleased by Vincent�s
admission. �And I ain�t leavin� anytime soon,� he teased, reaching up and
brushing some of the other man�s long hair out of his face, and Vincent closed
his eyes at the simple yet caring touch.

Cid moved his hand to cup
the side of the ex-Turk�s face, but the gunman had other plans. He turned his
head slightly, drawing Cid�s fingers into his mouth. Vincent sucked on them
lightly, rolling the appendages around his tongue and nipping gently. The blond
felt like there was a direct line from his fingers to his groin as he felt his
erection hardening even more, if that was at all possible.

The gunman�s right hand crept up Cid�s chest, neatly
tweaking a nipple as it instantly peaked under his ministrations. He rolled the
pebbled flesh between his fingers as Cid arched beneath him. The pilot groaned,
the sensations unbelievably arousing. And by the feeling of Vincent�s erect
cock pressed into his inner thigh, he knew that the gunman was not unaffected
either.

While Vincent sucked on his fingers, Cid allowed himself
to explore the former Turk�s body with his free hand. His calloused fingers
wandered over a smooth pale chest, tracing scars as he lightly pinched one of
Vincent�s nipples, eliciting a moan from the gunman. He trailed his hand over
the rest of ivory flesh with light, almost feather-soft touches.

Vincent undulated his
hips, causing their cocks to rub together and creating a buzz of arousal that
spread through both of them. The pilot gasped, fingers curling inside the
gunman�s mouth as his other thumb rubbed across a peaked nipple.

Vincent chuckled softly as
he sensuously released Cid�s fingers from his mouth, only to bend down and
latch onto one dusky nipple. Hands wound themselves in his long hair as he
nibbled on pebbled flesh, tongue laving tanned skin.�

�Uhnn�� Cid moaned beneath his touch as Vincent lightly
bit and sucked his way down the pilot�s body, leaving small red marks that
would surely fade by morning. However, the blond found he didn�t want them to.
He wanted Vincent to mark him; he wanted to feel as if he was owned.

The ex-Turk finally found
himself at his desired destination, mouth centered directly over Cid�s
straining erection. He admired the pilot�s length for a moment before gently
taking it in his warm hand and stroking him slowly. Cid shivered at his touch.

Smiling softly to himself,
Vincent leaned forward and just barely breathed a puff of warm air over the
head of the Captain�s cock following it with a gentle lick, tasting the small
drop of precum already leaking out. Cid moaned aloud as he thrust up towards
Vincent�s mouth, eager to feel the warmth there. He unconsciously spread his
legs a bit more, allowing the other man the access that he desired.

Vincent took the pilot�s
length in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the mushroomed tip as precum
slid down his throat. He traced the underside, along the vein, taking Cid as
deeply as he could manage without gagging as he bobbed his head up and down. He
lightly held down the blond�s hips with his claw as whimpers of arousal escaped
from Cid�s throat. When the blond began to move restlessly beneath him, Vincent
released his cock with a slight pop, looking up at the flushed face of the
blond.�

�Huh?� Cid questioned on a
sexual high. He opened his eyes and lifted an eyebrow.

�Do you have anything?� Vincent asked breathlessly,
looking around the room. His fingers curled around the pilot�s scrotum,
massaging and causing Cid�s eyes to flutter.

The pilot groaned,
attempting to think somewhat straight. �In the nightstand, top drawer,� he
stuttered out.�

The gunman nodded and swiftly rose. He rustled around
inside the small drawer, finally pulling out a small vial of oil. He opened up
the cap as he moved back towards the bed, giving it a gentle sniff. It smelled
like vanilla.

�Vanilla?� Vincent asked
with a raised eyebrow as he knelt between legs dusted with blond hair. Cid
accommodated him quickly, arousal burning through his body as the gunman poured
oil into his hand and covered his fingers with the slippery liquid.

�I can�t help it,� Cid
answered with a cheeky grin. �It reminds me of cookies.�

Vincent shook his head,
leaning over to kiss the pilot, pressing his lips to Cid�s as he reached down
between the blond�s legs and gently began to press one slicked finger into
Cid�s puckered entrance. The pilot hissed, a mixture of pain and pleasure, as
Vincent slowly pressed into him, inch by agonizing inch. The dark-haired man
moaned when his lover reached up to tweak at his nipples, sending sharp flashes
of arousal down his spine.

Vincent moved the finger
around inside the blond, stretching him. He continued, adding another and then
a third. He wriggled them around, searching for the one spot that would make
Cid scream with pleasure as he continued to gently kiss the pilot, sucking on
his tongue.

�Uhhnnn,� Cid moaned aloud, his body arching up off the
bed, and Vincent knew he had found his lover�s prostate. Moving his fingers in
and out of the blond�s entrance, being sure to stroke the pleasure spot, the
gunman slowly and languorously kissed him, memorizing his flavor.

�Please�� Cid muttered
when Vincent pulled away from the kiss to nibble at the pilot�s neck. �I won�t
last much longer.� Already, the blond could feel that his length couldn�t get
any harder. His entire body was on fire, and Vincent was taking far too long
for his libido to handle the strain.

Vincent sat back on his
heels, removing his fingers from Cid and gazing down at his pilot. �Begging
now?� he asked, tips twitching. He reached out with his right hand and gently
stroked him once. Cid�s hips thrust up off the bed into his hand as he
exclaimed with unintelligible words.

Cid growled, sky blue eyes narrowing, already dark slate
with lust. �Just fuck me, ya bastard.��

��Only because you
asked so nicely.�

The gunman reached for the
discarded oil, slicking up his cock with the sweet smelling liquid. Once he
felt he was sufficiently covered, he tossed the bottle to the side. Vincent
positioned himself at Cid�s entrance as he slowly and gently began to push
inside, giving the blond enough time to adjust to the penetration. The pilot
unconsciously lifted up his legs, wrapping them around Vincent�s waist, pulling
the gunman deeper inside him.

Vincent bit his lip as he
felt himself completely ensheathed with Cid�s tight and hot passage. There was
no feeling in the world at all like this, and he found himself wishing that it
would never end. Those memories, the hated feelings of self-revile and disgust,
seemed to wash away. For a moment, the former Turk remained in position with
Cid�s legs wrapped around his waist and the pilot�s tight wet heat wrapped
around him. He closed his eyes and lost himself to the feeling.

Until Cid bucked up restlessly beneath him, letting him
know that his lover was more than ready for him to move.

Vincent smiled slightly,
opening his eyes to look down at his pilot. �Feeling a little impatient?�

The blond grunted as he
shifted his hips and squeezed Vincent�s length within him. �Move already dammit!�

The gunman complied, pulling out almost completely before
thrusting back in again. He set up a slow and steady rhythm, being sure to hit
the same bundle of nerves each time. Cid writhed beneath him, hips rising
unconsciously to meet each thrust. Their bodies were covered in a thin sheen of
sweat, a testament to their lovemaking, glistening in the dim light of the
room.

Cid�s arousal jutted up
impatiently from his body. The Captain could feel his release building up
within him and longed to feel the bliss associated with orgasm. Vincent felt so
good inside of him, almost as if he belonged. The pilot looked up at the man
above him, ivory skin nearly glowing with arousal, black hair sticking to his
face, even as it settled around his shoulders, and crimson eyes glowing. He
was�

��so fuckin� beautiful,�
Cid commented aloud, shooting the gunman a meaningful look.

Vincent didn�t comment,
only stepping up the pace a little. Cid bit his lip, even though whimpers of
delight still managed to escape from his throat. He couldn�t take it anymore.
He reached down with one hand, intent on taking his own length and finishing
the job. That was until Vincent swatted his hand away.

�No,� he said simply, red
eyes locking onto sky blue one�s. �I�m in charge.�

�Then do something
dammit!� the pilot cursed in frustration. �I�m dyin� here!�

Vincent rolled his eyes at the Captain�s exaggeration but
took pity on him. He sped up his pace as he reached down and wrapped his warm
hand around Cid�s erection. He began to stroke the pilot to the tempo of their
thrusts, matching him move for move. Leaning forward, he balanced on his claw,
trying not to rip the sheets as he kissed along Cid�s neck, canines grazing
tanned skin. He could feel the pulse of Cid�s heartbeat against his lips, the
smell of sex and vanilla permeating the air.

It became all too real
then, what he had been avoiding for so long, everything that Cid had to offer
for him and what he could give in return. Tight warm walls clenched around him;
warm skin pressed to his. There was no music but the sound of their own moans
and grunts, and an unshaved chin scraped across his shoulder. Every little
detail became crystal clear as fire raced down his spine.

Vincent rubbed a thumb
over the head of his lover�s cock, tightening his hold as Cid arched his back,
one calloused hand gripping tightly onto the sheets.

�Uhnnn� Vince!!� the pilot
exclaimed on a loud breathy groan as he spasmed around Vincent�s cock, his
semen splashing on himself and his lover.

That was all it took for
Vincent. The blond squeezed him from the inside with the sound of his name on
the pilot�s lips, and he was gone, spurting eagerly inside Cid. It felt so good
it nearly hurt. He screamed, something wordless torn from his throat, sounding
more guttural than anything else.

Vincent collapsed on top
of Cid�s chest tiredly, slipping out of him carefully as the pilot slowly
unwound his legs from the gunman�s waist to stretch them out more comfortably
on the bed. The blond wrapped his arms around the ex-Turk and held him closely.
Their legs tangled together and for a moment, only their echoed breaths and the
beating of their hearts could be heard.

Vincent closed his eyes and settled comfortably on Cid.
His right hand found itself cradled on the pilot�s broad and well-muscled
chest, even as his left had unconsciously thrust itself over the side of the
bed. The blond wrapped his arms around him, unconsciously stroking his back,
fingers tracing the scars.

�Will you be here in the
morning?� Cid asked in a quiet voice.

Vincent�s eyes snapped
open at that question. He moved his hand slightly, tracing odd symbols on his
lover�s chest, just delighting in the feel of his skin.

�Unless you want me to
leave,� he answered softly. He hoped that Cid wouldn�t turn him away, although
he knew he deserved it.

Cid shifted his weight so
that they laid on their sides and the gunman was no longer crushing him. �Are
you going to run?�

�Not this time,� Vincent
answered truthfully, making a split-second decision. �I want to be here for
whatever happens.�

Cid understood what the
other man meant. �I only hope that you don�t have to. I don�t want that
anymore.� He pulled Vincent in closer to him, nuzzling into the gunman�s hair,
inhaling its scent.

Vincent sighed, admitting
the truth when it was easier to do so, not looking his lover in the eye. Yes,
that was what they were: lovers now, not just friends.

�I am still afraid, Cid,
for many reasons you will never understand.�

�Will you ever tell me?�

�When I learn to believe in man again and I can afford to
trust� perhaps.� Vincent sighed, closing his eyes in exhaustion. It felt
wonderful to be close to his pilot, like he belonged there. �Or maybe sooner. I
just don�t know because I don�t understand myself. I can�t explain it but--�

Cid hushed him,
interrupting what was probably going to be a lengthy monologue on all of his
faults and mistakes. They would talk more later. Right now, he just wanted to
take the moment for what it was.

�Jes sleep.�

-�� -�� -

�Has anyone seen Vincent?�
Nanaki asked as he strolled into the common room that housed a few vending
machines and a couple tables. It was for the crew to hang out on their breaks
or generally get to know each other. Right now, it was mostly deserted, only
Yuffie and Reeve present.

�Why?� Reeve asked as he
sipped on a fizzy drink, something called Kalm Kola.

The fire-wolf padded over, leaping up into a chair at the
table that both Reeve and Yuffie occupied. �I have to ask him something.� He
unconsciously leaned his head toward the ninja, receiving a pat and a head
scratch for his troubles.

�I don�t know. I haven�t
seen him since we came back from North Corel,� Reeve answered, shrugging his
shoulders.

�I think I know,� Yuffie
answered slyly. She unwrapped the plastic from around the chocolate confection
she was currently consuming and shoved the rest of it in her mouth, chewing
happily. Little flecks of dark chocolate stuck out jauntily on her chin.

Nanaki raised a brow. �Please tell me, Yuffie. I�ve been
searching for a while now,� he responded, flicking her gently with his tail.
�He wasn�t in his room or on the deck, and I cannot think where else he could
be.� There were very few places that Vincent chose to hide, so when someone
actually sought him out, he was usually easy to find. As if he really was a
vampire, Vincent preferred dark and solitary locations where he could brood in
solitude. Yet, if you asked him, he wouldn�t admit to the brooding.

�Did you check Cid�s room?� the little ninja asked
mischievously, catching the lion-wolf�s tail. Her brown eyes sparkled with
secretive naughtiness.�

The two males gave her
confused and startled looks. �Why on Gaia would he search there?� Reeve asked
with bewilderment.

Yuffie shrugged
innocently, running her fingers through Nanaki�s tail fur. �An hour or so ago I
saw Mr. Dark and Scary standing outside Highwind�s room. As far as I know, he
hasn�t left yet.� She grinned, winking at the both of them.

The ex-ShinRa�s eyes
widened in surprise, while Nanaki seemed unaffected by the news.

�What?� The ninja pouted looking at the fire-lion
unhappily. �You aren�t surprised?�

�I had already guessed,�
Nanaki answered smugly, a wolfish smile on his face. He pulled his tail free
and again flicked the ninja.

�Ah, damn!� she cursed. �I
thought only I knew.�

The ex-executive, gaping
like a fish, managed to pull a collective coherent thought. �Are they
together?� he asked with surprise.

The ninja and Nanaki
shrugged in unison. �Can�t say for sure, but it looks that way to me.� Yuffie
grinned, attempting to catch the pesky tail once more.

�How� interesting�� Reeve
mused as he slumped back in his chair, Kalm Kola completely forgotten. Perhaps
his relationship would not be as looked down upon as he had thought. Strange, he
never really took Valentine for the type to be interested in men. Then again,
stranger things had happened. Take himself for instance.

Nanaki asked innocently,
�What of you, Reeve?� His tail batted Yuffie in the face before darting away,
and the ninja mock-snarled.

Amber eyes blinked. �Huh?�

�Well, you know�� Yuffie continued for the lion-wolf, her
game with his tail forgotten as she attempted nonchalance. It appeared that the
two mischievous friends were preparing to gang up on poor Reeve. �Cid lives
with Shera. Barret was married at one time. Vincent did have Lucrecia, though
that�s in the past. Cloud had something going on with Tifa or Aeris� or maybe
both.� She suddenly smirked. �What about you?�

Reeve reddened faintly as his mind instantly brought him
images of a redhead with laughing aquamarine eyes. �I have never been married,�
he deftly answered with a smile.

The fire-lion and Yuffie
exchanged a glance, and something unspoken passed between them.

Golden eyes sparkled as
Nanaki propped his forelimbs on the table, resting his head on them and eyeing
Reeve intently. �That is not entirely what we asked.�

�You got a special
someone, Kitty?� the ninja inquired, pushing the subject.

Reeve groaned, slapping a
hand to his forehead as he slumped in his chair. �Why do you insist on calling
me �Kitty?��

Yuffie laughed, clearly
amused by his discomfort. �You�re changing the subject, Reeve,� she declared,
shaking a finger at him.

�Besides, isn�t it
obvious,� the lion-wolf snorted, interrupting them. He glanced at Reeve, whose
face was still burning with embarrassment. He knew what the man was trying to
hide but still thought it fun to tease him. It was not often that Nanaki acted
his �human� age, but Yuffie tended to bring it out in him more than most.�

The former ShinRa shook
his head. �No, it�s not.�

�Cait�s a cat, isn�t he?�
the ninja asked.

�Yeah� but��

�Well, if you look close
enough, you do kinda look alike.� Yuffie giggled again.

�What!� the ex-ShinRa
yelled indignantly. His entire face flushed as he considered finding a mirror.
He didn�t look like a cartoon cat� did he?

Yuffie laughed, waving her
hand at him as tears of mirth filled her eyes. Even Nanaki chuckled beside her.
Reeve huffed with righteous anger that lasted for all of two seconds before his
younger companions exchanged mischievous glances.�

�So, about your lover��
Nanaki began, locking eyes with the ex-executive.

�What? I never said--�

Yuffie interrupted
smoothly, flustering Reeve completely. �Is there?�
�
Blinking, Reeve scrambled
for something appropriate to say. �Well�� he began slowly, stalling for time.
�There is someone--�

But they latched onto his
slow admission like a fish onto dangling bait. �Who is it?� Yuffie pressed,
attempting a look of pure innocence. She leaned forward on the table, putting
her chin in her hands. �Someone we know?�

Reeve blushed again, his face darkening even more, if that
was at all possible. He appeared to be searching for a way to answer that
question without revealing too much.

�Oh, Vincent!!� he exclaimed suddenly, eyes widening as he
looked past Nanaki and Yuffie. Both turned their backs on the ex-executive
expecting to see the gunman in the doorway. And the ex-ShinRa took this chance
to escape, darting from the common room before they could notice.

�There�s no one there,�
Yuffie complained aloud as she turned back around. �I think you�re-- He�s
gone!� she exclaimed, brown eyes wide with confusion.

�He is a sneaky one,�
Nanaki commented, eyes twinkling with merriment. �I cannot believe we fell for
that.�

Yuffie pouted. �I was
having fun teasing him. He gets flustered so easily.� She sighed before smiling
impishly, holding up one hand. �At least, I got this for my trouble.�

Golden eyes widened before
Nanaki chuckled. �He has probably given it up as a lost cause.��

The ninja fluttered her
eyes at him innocently. �Well, he shouldn�t have run away. We could have had a
lot more fun.� She shook her head. �Wait until he finds out we already know.�

Nanaki nodded. �Until then,
let him believe he has his secrets.� He raised an eyebrow at her. �So was
Vincent really standing outside Cid�s door?�

�Yep!� Yuffie responded
cheerily, bounding out of her chair to get another chocolate bar from the
vending machine, not that she needed any more energy. �But he had a really
scary look on his face. Almost like he was arguing with himself.� She frowned
in thought, caramel or crunch, before she giggled again. �He even had his hand
raised to knock, and it was just kinda hanging there.� She mimicked the
ex-Turk�s actions eliciting another giggle.

�Hmm,� the fire-wolf
responded thoughtfully. �Caramel,� he suggested, knowing that she was having
trouble deciding. There was a blip and a thunk as the candy dropped down before
Yuffie bounced back to her seat, unwrapping the chocolate with a very hungry
look on her face. �You know, some humans would be bothered by a homosexual
relationship.�

Yuffie shrugged, already
biting into the gooey candy. �I guess I should be,� she answered thoughtfully.
�It�s one of those super taboo things by Dao-Chao, but then again, so is
stealing.� She giggled. �I don�t really follow any of my father�s rules, so why
would I with this one?� she answered around a mouthful of gooey caramel.

Nanaki shrugged. �I do not
know. Humans think rather strangely.�

�Besides,� continued
Yuffie. �Vinnie�s all gloom and doom, and the old man needs a break. If you ask
me, they�re perfect for each other.� She scrunched her nose then. �Maybe Vin
can get Cid to quit smoking.�

Nanaki laughed. �Push them
together for your own selfish gain, hmm?� he questioned.

�It is a nasty habit,� she retorted indignantly, sitting up straighter in her
chair before peering at him. �Do you mind them together?�

The lion-wolf snorted.
�What do I care what humans do in their private time?� he asked rhetorically
before his voice turned solemn. �The only one I can see making a big deal is
Barret. He seems to turn irrational at the slightest irregularity.�

�He�ll get over it,� the
ninja answered, stuffing the last bit of the chocolate bar in her mouth,
crinkling the wrapping in one fist. �And if he doesn�t, I�ll kick his ass
and--"

�Steal all his materia,�
Nanaki finished for her, shooting the ninja a wolfish grin. �Your priorities
are certainly clear.�

She pouted before changing
the topic to something a bit more serious. �You think Cloud�s going to be all
right?�

Nanaki frowned as he
sighed. �I do not know, Yuffie. I can�t even begin to guess.�

-�� -�� -

Vincent sneezed, barely managing to cover up the impromptu
reaction before another one struck him with enough force to shake the bed. It
was rather odd; he never really took ill now that the demons infested his body.
Brushing a few strands of hair out of his face, he glanced down at his lover,
hoping that the sneezes hadn�t woken Cid.

�You know, if you sneeze
twice that means someone�s talking about ya,� the pilot commented in a somewhat
groggy voice.

Crimson eyes rolled as
Vincent stared into the darkness, not even remembering when or who had gotten
up to turn off the light. �That�s an old wives� tale,� he retorted, shifting
his position to get more comfortable. Cid was like a damn furnace, so he ended
up pushing off the covers, allowing himself room to breathe. It was warm enough
that sweat clung to his pale body.

Cid grunted but didn�t
make a verbal response, tightening his arms around Vincent�s body so that his
lover couldn�t escape. Not that the gunman particularly wanted to, but Cid
wasn�t taking any chances. He wasn�t allowing Vincent to leave without a proper
discussion.

After a moment of silence
and listening to the steady thrum of his lover�s heartbeat, Vincent broke the
quiet. �Cid?� he questioned tentatively, half-expecting the pilot to have
fallen back asleep that quickly.

�Hmm?� Cid responded
sleepily, not even moving at all. The sound reverberated in his chest.

Vincent took a deep
breath. �What are we now?�

The pilot grunted, one
calloused finger beginning to draw tiny circles across Vincent�s scarred back.
�What d�you want us ta be?�

The gunman fell silent,
fully considering the question. It was difficult. There was a thick line
between what he wanted and what he could have. To accept being with Cid was
like abandoning everything he had ever felt for Lucrecia, almost as if he was betraying
her. Could he add that to his conscience on top of everything else?

He had failed her. Who was
to say he wouldn�t do the same again? Was he just making the same mistakes?

�Cause I won�t settle for
anything less than you being mine,� added in Cid, cutting through Vincent�s
inner thoughts. �Ya can�t back out this time, Vince. It ain�t that easy.�

The gunman chewed his lip
in indecision, knowing what it was Cid wanted him to say. Although it had been
his original question, he wasn�t exactly certain what it was he wanted anymore.
He wanted Cid. He wanted revenge. He couldn�t forget about Lucrecia. He wanted
his memories.

Somehow, it all seemed
counterproductive. Was his love so fickle that he could forget about her so
quickly in the face of one cursing, smoking, gruff pilot?

Needing more time to think
and hating being put on the spot, Vincent quickly sought to change the subject.
�I think that we should visit, Cloud,� he murmured quietly, internally berating
himself for his own cowardice. He ignored the amused chuckles of the demons,
pushing them down and building up his mental blocks once more.
�
Cid mentally sighed, figuring it would take a while yet to
crack his vampire all the way through. He took the topic change for the
distraction it was and cracked open one blue eye, craning his neck to look down
into crimson eyes.�

�Why?�

Vincent shrugged. �It
might make you feel better,� he suggested, shifting his body and pulling up the
dangling claw arm. He shoved it beneath a pillow where it wouldn�t do any
damage.�

�Or worse�� Cid mumbled
closing his eye again and sighing. He settled back into the bed and proceeded
to attempt a return to sleep. He was tired, both bodily and mentally.

�Well?� Vincent prompted
after a moment of hesitation.

The pilot mumbled
something under his breath before sliding one leg over the gunman�s, entrapping
him completely. �We�ll go tomorrow,� he grumbled. �Now, go to sleep; it ain�t
even morning yet.�

Despite himself, the
gunman smiled as he closed his eyes and drifted off, daring to hope for a night
without nightmares.

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BIG NEWS! I�ve pretty much
finished this story except for one measly little chapter in the middle. After that,
it�s just waiting on the beta. (Or I might not even do that, I might just
self-edit). Either way, expect the updates to come a little faster once I get
that last chapter done, so I can hurry up and take down that crappy old
version. Thanks everyone! And keep those reviews coming!

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SneakyOne: A cliffhanger
is a cliffhanger, maybe I�ve changed it? Maybe I haven�t? Even though you know
now that I didn�t, lol. That is one thing that I miss while writing Shattered
Dreams, is that I don�t concentrate on just one coupling which really EXTENDS
the story. Good news though. Shattered Traditions is NanakixYuffie only and
Shattered Children is TsengxSephiroth centric not so much so on everyone else.
Not like Shattered Dreams anyways. Honestly, I had to work to get back into the
rhythm of one pairing writing while I was rewriting Shattered Ice, lol. Thanks
for the review!!

Margyy: Yep, more Cid and
Reeve, just for you! I think there�s one or two more in the future, if I�m not
mistaken. And yes, it didn�t occur to me until I was writing it but Reeve
probably knew about Tifa since he was working with ShinRa and everything. Glad
you liked it. Thanks!!
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