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Chapter 5

Cid awoke at six in the morning the following day as he always did. He realized that there was nothing that he could touch beside the bed and he looked over, seeing that Vincent was no where to be found. For a moment he wondered if the previous night had been a dream, but as he looked around the room, he saw evidence to the contrary.

His clothes, that he�d just discarded upon the floor had been picked up and folded neatly, and placed on one of the chairs in the room. Also, the old newspapers that had littered the floor had also been tidied up and were sitting stacked on the table.

The pilot slid out of bed, smiling to himself. Vincent was going to prove to be useful after all. He dressed and then noticed a piece of notepaper upon the table. Cid picked it up and read.
Master,

In light of your desire for no one to see me leaving your room come morning, I have risen early and departed. I apologize for not seeking your permission before doing this, however, you were quite deep in sleep and I opted not to disturb you. I will be in my quarters until my normal time of around seven.

I am forever indebted for your ownership, I shall never let you down.

I live only to serve you.

-V

Cid laughed to himself and folded the note up before shoving it into his jacket pocket. Knowing that no one else would be up yet to miss him, he exited his room and left the airship. Being as that it was still moored in Rocket, he went straight to his house and entered silently, making certain not to awaken Shera as he went back to his bedroom.

Once inside, he locked the door and then landed in front of his computer and flipped it on. Cid had research to conduct and he didn�t want anyone to know. If nothing else, when Vincent came to him that night, he wanted to know better what to do. When the screen came up, he entered �Domination and submission� into the search box and got to reading.

Two hours later, he looked at his watch, seeing that it was now past eight. Shit, everyone�s gonna know I�m gone, he thought. Well, if I�m late, I might as well make it worth it.

Cid turned off the computer and left the house. Mercifully, Shera was still in her room and never knew that he�d come back.

He made his way through town until he got to the pet store. Relieved to see that it was open at this hour, he went inside and found an aisle of dog collars. Most of them were gaudy nylon things in bright colors, some even encrusted with rhinestones. Cid passed these without batting an eye. Finally, he stumbled upon a selection of leather ones. He scanned over them, displeased, until his eyes landed upon something absolutely perfect. Item in hand, he went back to the front of the store and to the registers.

The cashier picked up the collar Cid was buying and rang it up. "Captain Highwind, did you get a new pet?"

Cid felt color immediately come to his cheeks. There were draw backs to being a local celebrity. "Uh, yeah."

"Do you need some tags for him, or is it a her?" she asked.

Cid bit his bottom lip for a moment. "It�s a him."

She nodded knowingly. "We have a machine over there that you can make a tag for him with, if you want. If you like, I can add the extra three gil to your purchase to give you a token for the machine."

Already feeling incredibly awkward, Cid just nodded, indicating that the girl could add the tag to his total. He then gave her the appropriate amount of money, and took his collar and the token for the machine.

Not wanting to seem strange, he actually went over to the machine and briefly read the instructions before dropping in the token he�d been given. After a few minutes of entering in information, a small tag dropped out of the machine, which he grabbed and stuffed into his pocket.

That done, he headed back to the ship. He managed to get to his room without being seen and he sat on his bed, pulling the collar he�d gotten from its bag. Cid also pulled the tag he�d gotten from the machine out and examined it for a moment, before going ahead and attaching it to the collar. That done, he placed the collar into his nightstand drawer and stepped back out.

He made his way to the bridge and stood before the helm. Vincent was present, standing off in the corner as always, seemingly ignoring everyone.

Deciding to make a show of things, he offered Vincent one of his usual morning taunts. "Hey, Vince! Don�t stand too close to the window! The sunlight�ll hit you and turn you into a pile of ashes."

Vincent looked back over his shoulder, his eyes sparkling in the morning light. He didn�t verbally reply, knowing that it was not expected for him to do so. It was clear that Cid intended to still treat him in front of the others as he always had-- and Vincent couldn�t have been happier. After admiring the pilot for a few moments, he turned his gaze back out the window, reliving the events of the previous night in his mind.

Cid smiled to himself, and began to direct the ship away from Rocket. He intended to take them to Midgar since there were some loose ends for them to tie up there. Suddenly, the thought that there were well over twelve hours in the day left to burn before he could return to his quarters for the night, hopefully to be followed by the gunman, seemed unbearably long. A frown came to his lips and he found himself searching for his cigarettes, that in his morning confusion he�d forgotten to place beneath the strap to his goggles. "God damn it�"

From where he stood, Vincent turned back again, being the only one present who took notice of the pilot�s quiet curse. Everyone else had learned long ago to tune out Cid�s constant expletives-- except for Vincent. He was always paying attention, even when it looked otherwise. He watched as Cid proceeded to go through a futile search of his jacket pockets, and realized what he was looking for.

Cid felt Vincent�s stare and looked up, seeing the gunman looking back at him.

Vincent, having his attention and willing to do whatever needed to see his master happy, brought his right hand up to his mouth, making the gesture of smoking.

The pilot nodded, answering Vincent�s silent question.

Having this confirmation, Vincent turned and strode from the bridge. He walked straight to Cid�s room and entered, knowing that he always left it unlocked during the day. Vincent had been asked to come here to retrieve things in the past. Upon entering, he saw the pack of cigarettes lying upon the nightstand and reached out to pick them up. As he did this, he noticed that the drawer to the nightstand had been left slightly open. Vincent�s curiosity drilled at him to open it and look inside, to see what was within. After all, he was well aware that people tended to keep interesting things at their bedsides and looking would give him a bit more insight into Cid. He kept from doing so, however, moving away and back toward the door. To have dared to look, even without the pilot�s knowing would have been crossing a line that he, as the submissive, would never dare transverse. Some small indiscretion that he was never even sure of had cost him nearly thirty years in the dark. Vincent would never go back in the dark-- he would never disobey.

Cid looked up from the helm, seeing that Vincent had reappeared on the bridge. He offered the gunslinger a smile as he received his pack of cigarettes. "Thanks."

Vincent, having forgone putting on his headband that morning, visibly cocked an eyebrow at him but said nothing.

"Get the fuck away from me, Sunshine," Cid snapped at him, the act of doing so stinging his heart a bit but bringing a smile to Vincent�s eyes.

Vincent bowed slightly and then retreated back to his corner. Once more, he resumed looking out the window.

Cid stared at Vincent occasionally as he steered the ship, thinking about what they had done the night before. Yes, night would be a long time in coming.

Once in Midgar, they mulled around the city, constantly reminded of the mission at hand thanks to the fireball that hung in the sky, casting the scene in a red light. They split up into three groups to get things done, and as always, Cid found himself walking around with Vincent trailing about three paces behind. Unable to stand it any longer, the pilot stopped and turned around. "Vince, what the fuck?"

His crimson eyes narrowed. "Have I done something wrong?"

"Why do you always do that? I mean, you want to come along with me, and then you walk behind me so that carrying out a conversation or any such thing is fuckin� impossible."

"It is my place."

"Yeah, well, you did that before you were�you know�my, uh, you know." Cid grew uncomfortable, feeling the eyes of passers by upon him.

"If it displeases you, then I can desist." Vincent�s tone betrayed no particular emotion.

"Yeah, it displeases me." Cid put his hands on his hips. "Just walk next to me. I know you�re into this whole�thing�but in public, you can act as my equal."

Vincent stepped closer to him, and spoke quiet enough that no one else would be able to hear. "But I am not your equal. I never will be your equal. I do not wish to be your equal, nor should I be treated as such."

"Look, okay, I get it. I�m gonna admit something to you." Cid glanced at a pair of giggling young girls that walked by, hoping that they weren�t paying any attention to he and Vincent�s conversation. "I went this morning and looked up some stuff about�the whole Dom/sub thing. I think I might be a little better prepared tonight, but when we�re out like this, just doing whatever, I�d like you to walk beside me and talk to me, okay? I�m not trying to force you into doing stuff you don�t want to, but I want you to do this for me and well, I�m supposed to be in charge, right?"

A hidden smile came to Vincent�s lips. This was an order. Cid seemed to finally be getting it. "Then walk beside you I shall."

"Good, now let�s go get some shit taken care of. Daylight�s burning." Cid started walking again, and this time, Vincent was right at his side.

They hit a few shops and gathered some supplies before heading back to the airship. Cid found himself wanting to speak with Vincent as they went along, but realized that he was feeling rather awkward about what to say.

Vincent, in the meanwhile, picked up on Cid�s changed attitude. "You ask for me to walk beside you and speak, but then you fall silent. Before, when we would go around together, you never seemed to be at a loss for things to say to me, even if they generally were insults, not that it bothered me, mind you."

Cid pulled the cigarette he�d lit up from his lips. "Yeah, well, I treated you like shit, Vince. I�ll still act the same in front of the others so they don�t get weird or suspicious, but out here like this�well fuck, ain�t no one around that�s gonna think anything."

"But why the change?" Vincent asked, hoping that he wasn�t crossing a line.

Cid stopped dead in his tracks and faced the other man. The truth was that he�d been trying to keep Vincent away before, since he didn�t know if he was interested or not. He had supposed before that Vincent was just desperate for a friend, but Cid had been attracted to him from the outset and not wanting to find himself in an awkward situation, he�d opted to try and push Vincent away. When it came right down to it, Cid had been scared. Now, he wasn�t and having had Vincent come to him the night before, he was no longer interested in pushing him away in the least. "Look, I feel� Shit, I don�t know. I mean, before I didn�t give a rat�s ass one way or the other and I messed with you just for the hell of doing so. After hearing yesterday what happened to you in the past, I guess I feel sorry for you and I�m having a hard time being my usual, jerky self toward you."

Vincent dropped his gaze to the ground. "Do not pity me, Highwind. I chose you because you gave me what I needed. You helped me by being yourself toward me. You helped me by the way you treated me. Don�t go soft on me now just because you found out about my past. I need what you gave me. I don�t need caring, I need domination. You have to be hard on me. You have to keep me in line and in my place. Never worry about hurting my feelings. Just do what has to be done."

Maybe you don�t need caring, Vincent, but I do-- I care, Cid thought silently. "I�m sorry�"

"Never apologize to me." Vincent moved even closer, his face now just inches from the blonde�s.

Cid knit his brow and took a step back. Having Vincent that close to him was bringing up all kinds of feelings that he just didn�t want to deal with on the street in broad daylight. Kissing Vincent was an urge that he found hard to resist and so turned away completely. "All right. Let�s just get back to the airship."

Vincent nodded slightly, and then went on at the pilot�s side. He honestly didn�t understand what was going on within Cid�s heart. The gunslinger had thought that Cid had merely accepted the challenge of helping him out of no more than friendship. The possibility that the pilot could actually be falling in love with him never crossed his mind. The reason for that being, of course, that Hojo had convinced him that no one could ever love him. They would only use him for their pleasure, but that there was no way that anyone could place any real value in Vincent Valentine.

But Cid did.
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