Sinful Reconcilaition
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
825
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Two
Cid spoke brashly through his cigarette and the cloud of smoke it expelled into the atmosphere immediately surrounding his person. If nothing else, Vincent should have smelled the pilot’s approach. With a dejected sigh, Vincent admitted his defeat.
“I am going to my room.”
“After what you did to Cloud, you’re going to go fucking brood?”
“I am not going to brood. I am going to go rest.”
“Maybe Cloud just wanted to do the same damn thing. Ever think about that, Vinnie?”
“Cloud needs to socialize a bit.”
“And you don’t?”
“I am not sad.”
“Shit, coulda fooled me.”
“Highwind, I am perfectly capable of social interaction.”
“Prove it.”
“Fuck off.”
“Well hell, I do believe those are fightin’ words coming from you, Valentine.”
“I wish neither to fight with you, nor spend any more time socializing this evening.”
With that, Vincent continued down the hall, his long strides quickly bypassing Cid. His room was quiet and dark, though still fairly warm from the fire which had only a few hours previously filled the room with a wavering, if not brilliant, luminescence. Vincent loosened his stature immediately upon closing the door to his temporary safe haven. His trademark red cloak was quickly abandoned to the floor. While the gunman had finally allowed himself to desert the rest of his more hostile attire, the cloak had managed to survive the purging. The gold armor and gauntlet had at long last been left to rest in a forgotten trunk in some closet within the Shinra mansion estate, where he had made his residence after his fighting career ended. With a great deal of assistance on Tifa’s part, mostly in the areas of decoration and furnishings, Vincent had turned the gloomy estate into a greatly lucrative hotel. While he maintained a large bedroom and enough other rooms to comprise a comfortable sized home for himself, Vincent rented the rest of the rooms to visitors of Nibelheim. He took care of all the managerial duties, and had a small staff of maids and clerks to run the rest of his business. For what he made from the estate, Vincent wasn’t required to exert much time or energy into the whole affair. He began to relax more, after clearing out everything Shinra related, and had since then made peace with his past. He did, however, retain his stoic, if somewhat smoldering, appearance. The red headband from his days of adventure stayed, while most typically he could be found donning a black or red silk shirt, black leather pants, loose enough still to maintain his modesty, and simple heavy black boots. The cloak only made its continued existence known during colder weather. For all intents and purposes, Vincent was as normal as any other young entrepreneur, albeit a touch wiser than most.
After igniting a modest fire in the hearth to maintain the soothing temperature of the room, Vincent propped himself up against the headboard of his bed with a mug of tea to settle into his thoughts. He smirked to himself, replaying his recent encounter with Cid.
Cid Highwind had also been quite lucrative in his endeavors after Avalanche disbanded. With the money and infamy he had gained during his adventures, he set out to rebuild his rocket. Shinra also supported Cid by supplying him with extra funds and labor in an effort to gain some good publicity and hopefully more public support. Cid had agreed to work with the company again under the condition that he be in absolute control, more pointedly that he be in absolute control of the launch schedule. A year after construction began on the new rocket, Cid launched successfully into space, taking Shera with him. Upon his return he received a large sum of money from Shinra and released Shera from her life of servitude in repentance, stating that he’d been to fucking space and back and didn’t need no damn woman to take care of him. Against her better judgment, Shera left to pursue her own career testing new Shinra technologies. Cid spent the rest of his time flying various ships to various places just for the hell of it. The man could not be seen at any given moment without his flight goggles, ready to take to the skies should the faintest of opportunities arise.
At the conclusion of his reminiscence, Vincent gave a sigh, realizing for once that he was not only happy for Cid. He was proud of him.
“I am going to my room.”
“After what you did to Cloud, you’re going to go fucking brood?”
“I am not going to brood. I am going to go rest.”
“Maybe Cloud just wanted to do the same damn thing. Ever think about that, Vinnie?”
“Cloud needs to socialize a bit.”
“And you don’t?”
“I am not sad.”
“Shit, coulda fooled me.”
“Highwind, I am perfectly capable of social interaction.”
“Prove it.”
“Fuck off.”
“Well hell, I do believe those are fightin’ words coming from you, Valentine.”
“I wish neither to fight with you, nor spend any more time socializing this evening.”
With that, Vincent continued down the hall, his long strides quickly bypassing Cid. His room was quiet and dark, though still fairly warm from the fire which had only a few hours previously filled the room with a wavering, if not brilliant, luminescence. Vincent loosened his stature immediately upon closing the door to his temporary safe haven. His trademark red cloak was quickly abandoned to the floor. While the gunman had finally allowed himself to desert the rest of his more hostile attire, the cloak had managed to survive the purging. The gold armor and gauntlet had at long last been left to rest in a forgotten trunk in some closet within the Shinra mansion estate, where he had made his residence after his fighting career ended. With a great deal of assistance on Tifa’s part, mostly in the areas of decoration and furnishings, Vincent had turned the gloomy estate into a greatly lucrative hotel. While he maintained a large bedroom and enough other rooms to comprise a comfortable sized home for himself, Vincent rented the rest of the rooms to visitors of Nibelheim. He took care of all the managerial duties, and had a small staff of maids and clerks to run the rest of his business. For what he made from the estate, Vincent wasn’t required to exert much time or energy into the whole affair. He began to relax more, after clearing out everything Shinra related, and had since then made peace with his past. He did, however, retain his stoic, if somewhat smoldering, appearance. The red headband from his days of adventure stayed, while most typically he could be found donning a black or red silk shirt, black leather pants, loose enough still to maintain his modesty, and simple heavy black boots. The cloak only made its continued existence known during colder weather. For all intents and purposes, Vincent was as normal as any other young entrepreneur, albeit a touch wiser than most.
After igniting a modest fire in the hearth to maintain the soothing temperature of the room, Vincent propped himself up against the headboard of his bed with a mug of tea to settle into his thoughts. He smirked to himself, replaying his recent encounter with Cid.
Cid Highwind had also been quite lucrative in his endeavors after Avalanche disbanded. With the money and infamy he had gained during his adventures, he set out to rebuild his rocket. Shinra also supported Cid by supplying him with extra funds and labor in an effort to gain some good publicity and hopefully more public support. Cid had agreed to work with the company again under the condition that he be in absolute control, more pointedly that he be in absolute control of the launch schedule. A year after construction began on the new rocket, Cid launched successfully into space, taking Shera with him. Upon his return he received a large sum of money from Shinra and released Shera from her life of servitude in repentance, stating that he’d been to fucking space and back and didn’t need no damn woman to take care of him. Against her better judgment, Shera left to pursue her own career testing new Shinra technologies. Cid spent the rest of his time flying various ships to various places just for the hell of it. The man could not be seen at any given moment without his flight goggles, ready to take to the skies should the faintest of opportunities arise.
At the conclusion of his reminiscence, Vincent gave a sigh, realizing for once that he was not only happy for Cid. He was proud of him.