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dragonchaser	By : Larissachan Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 537 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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chapter two // dissolution of reality
Luckily for Vincent, the Shera was currently resting near the jungle town of Gongaga. It was almost a week�s walk from Cosmo Canyon, but for a man with wings, it took little more than an hour.
Vincent landed on the path to the town, golden boots clinking as they met the moist dirt, and folded his ethereal wings beneath his tattered crimson cloak. As far as he knew, no one could possibly see them, but considering the apprehensive looks people gave his gothic appearance normally, he had decided it was best to keep them concealed.
Vincent had to admit that he was slightly worried about Cid. Although he had done his best to remain aloof and unattached, he had found a friend in Cid Highwind. Cid had treated the gunman as an equal and a human, something that could not be said of anyone else. Vincent was sure that Cid considered him a friend, but he doubted the pilot knew that Vincent actually appreciated the gesture. After all, he had never given him anything more than terse replies to casual questions and flinched whenever Cid tried to clap him on the back.
But Vincent had long ago decided that it was for the best. No one could get close to him. He had burdens that he alone had to bear, secrets that had to remain concealed. Although some small part of him longed for companionship, it was overcome by his grim resolve to stay alone. Attachment would only cause him superfluous pain.
Gongaga had steadily grown in the years since Meteorfall. The geostigma had thankfully not hit it as hard as it had the larger towns, leaving it free to expand. From what he had gathered from Nanaki, Cid frequently delivered supplies to the expanding community from the W.R.O. headquarters. In a way, he was like an airborne version of Cloud�s delivery service, but Vincent was sure Cid did it for the love of flight rather than for material gain. Cid had a home in Rocket Town, but his true place was in the sky.
The clanking of his boots alerted people to the gunman�s presence, and few could resist giving him a long, hard stare. Vincent was far too used to it to care, however, and proceeded to the first W.R.O. operative in sight. He wasn�t sure whether it was a good or a bad thing that the young man recognized him.
�Oh! Mr. Valentine! How can we help you, sir?�
Vincent repressed the urge to wince at the address. He honestly didn�t care what people called him, but �mister� was downright strange. In his days as a Turk he had been given names both foul and fair, but he had rarely heard a �mister.� A simple �Valentine� had usually sufficed.
�Where is Highwind?�
�The Captain returned to the Shera about ten minutes ago, sir,� the W.R.O. personnel replied, giving him a respectful salute. �If you don�t mind my saying, sir, you should hurry to see him. The airship is due to leave soon.�
Vincent gave him a brisk nod and turned away, heading straight into the forest rather than along the path he had taken to the town. Once the town was safely behind him, he leapt into the trees and took off, his wings easily carrying him out of the jungle to the fields surrounding it. It took him no more than a moment to reach the Shera.
Although the man standing on guard outside the airship trembled in Vincent�s presence, he informed the gunman that Cid was on the bridge, readying the airship for launch. Vincent had arrived just in time, as the airship lifted off the ground a moment after he boarded. The gunman made his way to the bridge, managing to get lost twice on the way. His expression turned into an annoyed frown. He had been on the Shera several times, but he had never actually learned his way around.
Eventually, he reached the bridge to find that Cid had just retired to his quarters. Vincent fought back the desire to bang his head against the nearest wall and merely asked the frightened crewman for directions. A moment later, he was standing before Cid�s door. He automatically used his right hand to knock, not wanting to scratch the door with his claw.
�Who the hell�s botherin� me?� came Cid�s familiar drawl. Vincent�s frown deepened. It was Cid�s voice, but he couldn�t hear the man in it. Perhaps Cloud was actually right about Cid having changed...?
�Vincent Valentine,� the gunman replied softly, knowing his voice would carry through the solid wood of the door.
Sure enough, Cid pulled it open a moment later. His brow furrowed. �Vince? The hell are you doing here?�
At this rate, the frown was likely to become a permanent fixture on the gunman�s face. Cid looked as he always did, wearing simple work clothes, leather gloves, and goggles, but the underlying sense of wrongness prevailed.
After a moment of staring at him, Cid shrugged and pulled Vincent inside just as Cloud had. �Eh, whatever. Good to see ya. How ya been?�
�Well enough.� Vincent folded his arms across his chest. �And you?�
�Me? Eh, fine. Nothin� goin� on �round here.�
Crimson eyes narrowed. �I heard about Shera.�
Cid�s eyebrows rose. �Who?�
Even Vincent couldn�t conceal his shock at that response. His mouth fell open, although the high collar of his cloak hid the expression from view. �What the hell?�
The pilot�s expression became concerned. �You okay, Vince?�
Vincent gave the pilot a piercing glare and looked directly into his azure eyes. The chaotic fire residing in his body flared up, giving his eyes a chilling glow of madness. Vincent could see through the sky-blue gaze and directly into Cid�s soul, allowing him to get a glimpse of the man�s true feelings.
Except Cid had no soul.
The Cerberus was at Cid�s forehead before either man could blink. �Where is he?� Vincent growled, his gaze still smouldering.
Cid�s expression had gone from worried to alarmed. �What the fuck, Vince? What�s wrong with you?�
Three deadly barrels pressed forward into Cid�s skull. �Do not make me repeat myself.�
�This isn�t funny, Vince! The hell�s your problem?�
A golden claw shot out and clenched the pilot�s shoulder. �I ask once more. Where is he?�
Abruptly, Cid grinned. He licked his lips, then flashed his white teeth. �I was wondering when someone would notice.� There was no longer any semblance of humanity in his eyes.
The room filled with the scent of mako and with horror, Vincent realized Cid�s eyes were glowing even brighter than Cloud�s. �What are you?�
The creature that was not Cid Highwind smirked. �You could never imagine the truth, Valentine.�
Vincent decided he would have to find out for himself. His claw faded beneath the darkness surrounding it and melted into the creature�s body, no longer bearing any corporeal form. The creature screamed in agony before dissolving into thin tendrils of green energy. The only thing that remained was a small orb resting in Vincent�s claw.
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i don�t know me anymore i�m not me i�ve become someone else or someone else became me
or i don�t exist and this is all some dream oh dream oh dream oh let me dream let me sleep
let the world fade away maybe one day i�ll find myself
sorry so sorry not sorry not me yes sorry yes pain yes guilt
dirty fucking liar that�s what�s left of me
Author's note: Whee, not-Cid it is. I like Vincent in this chapter, but that's because I'm a rabid fangirl. :D
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