Fandom: FF7:DoC (AU)
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drakonlily, ![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
venefica_aura
Characters/Pairings: Cid, Yuffie, Tseng, Sephiroth, Vincent, Veld
Rating: PG-13
Summary: In which Yuffie has her bacon and Cid is not pleased.
Notes: Try not to think about the logic, there is none.
Cid Highwind had been dumped. It was the only explanation for the state that he was in. He'd woken up like this only once before, and that was more because a company had dumped him and he'd thought that maybe his entire life had been in vain. And then he hadn't woken up alone.
His head fucking hurt, too.
Out of cigarettes, and possibly out of his mind. He focused, and realized he was in his shop. Judging by how cold his ass was, he didn't exactly have much on it. He'd woken up like that before, but the bird he'd woken up with wasn't metal, like the one resting at his side. Had she been a blonde? Maybe.
"Mornin' sweetheart," he said, because he'd learned it was impolite not to say that to a lady the morning after.
He could really use some fucking tea, but that reminded him exactly why he was hungover and mostly naked in his shop, and that was downright depressing. To think that he could spend years being a jerk and ignoring her, only for her to... no, he wasn't thinking about that. Lesson damn well learned. Women these days didn't want to get married.
And the types that did were lesbians anyway.
So he was down to his welder's apron and gloves. Huh. He made sure to check the goods, just in case he'd gotten the bright idea to smooth the fillets on the Mustang, the tin girl he'd woken up next to. Nope, still there.
If only he could find his goggles, then the daylight wouldn't be so painful when he went out into it.
"You know, you should go to a nude beach, get some sun on that ass of yours Cidney." A chipper voice commented from behind him.
With all the grace of a retarded chocobo, he not only spun around, but he also managed to knock over a box of screws. "Goddammit, where the hell did you come from?!"
Yuffie, because who else would have the sheer unadulterated bravado to traipse into his space like that, smirked from where she was leaned against an engine stand. "The roof, where else do we sneaky Wutes come from?"
He found a rag, maybe a little dirty, but it was big enough, to cover up the parts where the sun didn't shine. "Alright, the hell do you want?"
If it wasn't Yuffie, that pout would have been completely believable. "Cidney, can't I just want to see you?"
"Har har fucking har. What did you steal, or what do you want to steal, or who did you steal from that's after your ass?" Now, he remembered how to make tea himself, it's just that some people made it better. Couldn't be picky, not with the way his throat felt.
"Oh go get dressed, smokestack, I'll make you breakfast." Now either Yuffie was becoming an extremely talented actress or he'd hurt her feelings.
Daylight was as bad as he thought it'd be, a probing bitch of a thing, but the mess that was his house certainly was a contender. At least he had some clean clothes laying around.
He could smell eggs and a stronger tea downstairs when he'd located his socks and made his way back downstairs. Cid was hungover, certainly, but that didn't mean his stomach wasn't working.
Yuffie smirked at him from where she was seated on his counter. A cup of black tea steamed in her hands. "So... how long are you moping?"
He had to admit, the momentary domesticity of Yuffie was more than a little jarring. He figured a little princess like her had always had things made for her. At least that was the excuse she used when they used to all camp out.
She still wore shorts that didn't exactly cover anything, though. Something was consistent, at least. "The fuck gave you that idea?" Sweet Shiva's tits, leave it to a Wute to know how to make tea just right.
"Oh please, you've been holed up mooning for how long now?" She still had her princess moments where he cute little nose would turn up and her pretty mouth would curl as though she smelled bad meat.
"And I talked to Tseng."
Did the Wutes have some secret communication line up? It had to have been a conspiracy.
"Let me guess, he sent you to gloat?" Giving that asshole a black eye once had apparently not been enough. Soon as he was sober, he was taking care of it once and for all.
"Gloat?" Yuffie quirked an eyebrow. "About getting a ride?"
Now he was confused. If Shera hadn't gone back to her uncomplicated standby, just where the hell did she go?
"Vince should be calling soon too, we have a job from the newly rehabilitated Rufus ShinRa." She picked at the bacon that she'd deliberately burnt. "He offered Vince a new birth certificate, ID, and a resume if he went to the labs to dig around for him. I, of course, know there's got to be SOME old Materia there, so I'm coming along. Tseng mentioned that the Highwind has a generator aboard, SO we need your help."
She chomped the bacon and then kicked her legs twice. "It has absolutely nothing to do with Shera dumping you."
Considering that Rufus had the opportunity numerous times to be a shit and start up his empire, and instead had left Reeve in charge and started up his whole fucking greenpeace thing, hell, it was something.
"When do they want my ship, and just how much are they going to compensate me for my trouble?"
---
He would take the fucking hangover. This infestation on his goddamn ship was really too much.
"Vince, explain to me what the fucking hell all this shit is about again?"
Vincent had been avoiding something. Cid couldn't quite put his finger on it and no one else seemed to notice. Vincent had very subtle ways of communicating and when something was on Vincent's mind, Cid noticed. It had to do with that other guy he brought with him.
"Rufus has me in a pinch in regards to the labs. In regards to Sephiroth, I'm taking this delicately."
He looked over at the one time terror of the free world. "Looks like a damn gangly teenager. He gets a match or a lighter of any kind and I'm having his babysitter there lock him in a room."
Alright, he had to admit, there was no greater torture and punishment than adolescence. He sure as hell hadn't wanted to go through that twice. Still wasn't right but what the hell was right anymore?
"I can handle Sephiroth without any issues. Do you have any tea?" Vincent seemed to not care at all that he brought three annoying Wutes onto Cid's ship.
"Of course I have tea." And in all the time he'd known Vincent, he was a coffee drinker. Cid didn't pretend that they were giggling girlfriends that braided each other's hair and told all their secrets, but there was a certain consistency to the corpse.
"Mind making a pot?" Vincent was probably wondering about Cid's appearance. For a corpse, Vincent could always tell if Cid was chewing on something he wasn't ranting about. Hell, maybe he just wanted someone to talk to who wasn't a goddamn Wute. Even that Veld character was chattering in the damned langauge.
"Sure, so long as the FUCKING RUDE PEOPLE CHATTERING IN ANOTHER LANGUAGE KNOW NOT TO TOUCH ANYTHING." At least Sephiroth seemed to hear that. God, it was going to take some time to wrap his mind around that.
"They aren't going to hurt anything, Cid." Vincent assured. "Veld's never been one to mess with dials of any sort." He paused before continuing. "And Tseng's capable. I'm certain Yuffie's just going to sit on the deck and try to not throw up."
He had to smirk at that. At least he had something up on that ninja. "Yeah, yeah, alright. Maybe you can explain just what the hell is so important about this lab business and why the fuck you'd want to go back there."
"I would like to become employable. Currently I can't explain my age, appearance, or my gap in employment. Rufus is going to provide me that, along with a sum of money that I couldn't exactly turn down." Money talked and bullshit walked, that much was certain. Whatever Vincent needed money for was probably understandable.
"So... nothing personal? I mean, you're not visiting that Lucrecia chick again, are you?" Now that had been an awkward situation.
"That actually is going to be in order..." Vincent sighed. Cid could tell that there was something pivotal missing to the statement and he could also tell that Vincent wasn't going to disclose that information. "Sephiroth's asked about her and it's time she came out of that cave, he's a good enough reason to do so."
A soft knock on the doorframe nearly sent him out of his goddamn shoes. Yuffie sneaking into his house like that had really left him jumpy. He looked over, and it was Sephiroth. Sephiroth who looked a little girly without his shiny white hair and big fucking sword.
Vincent nodded. "Do you need something, Sephiroth?"
"I just wanted to talk to you alone, is that alright?"
Cid snorted. Well, it wasn't like Vincent couldn't handle it. "I'll get out of your fucking way. Have to make sure those damn Wutes haven't done anything..."
"Thank you, Cid." There was still something missing, Cid would have to get to the bottom of it. Or make Yuffie get to the bottom of it, once she'd stopped hurling.
Naturally, they were doing something. He'd just about had his patience tried with strangers on his airship, but old Turk bastards were much worse.
"Just what in the hell are you doing?"
"Oh, Tseng and I were just setting up a communications port. For the mission?"
Tseng rattled off something in that thrice damned complicated language. The two shared a snicker.
Alright, he didn't know what it was, maybe it was that 'I know more than you do, shut the fuck up' tone he used, or his prissy perfect way of dressing or the fact he was in on things with Tseng, but he really didn't like this Veld guy.
"Hey, none of that coded other language bullshit. You do something with my airship, I want to know what it is!"
Tseng looked up from under the console. "We're going to send Valentine and Sephiroth into the lab, but we've got to run power and infotel so Veld can guide them and so I can download information to an external system. I don't want to download a virus to your airship so-" he reached out and tapped two slim orange towers "-the info is going here."
"Oh, just... don't fuck with the navigation."
Veld put a hand under his chin. "That's the point of a system like this. Would you like a more detailed explanation?"
That fucking tone again. "No. Just ah... don't leave wires all over the deck, people might trip."
As Cid walked off to go to his control room, where things made goddamn sense, he could swear they were snickering again. He'd thought that Tseng was bad enough, back in the days when he'd worked for Shinra, but it was like having two of him around, only one was older and even more Tsengish than the other. It was enough to give him a headache.
"Damn Wutes," he muttered, before taking her out of autopilot.
Authors:
drakonlily, venefica_auraCharacters/Pairings: Cid, Yuffie, Tseng, Sephiroth, Vincent, Veld
Rating: PG-13
Summary: In which Yuffie has her bacon and Cid is not pleased.
Notes: Try not to think about the logic, there is none.
Cid Highwind had been dumped. It was the only explanation for the state that he was in. He'd woken up like this only once before, and that was more because a company had dumped him and he'd thought that maybe his entire life had been in vain. And then he hadn't woken up alone.
His head fucking hurt, too.
Out of cigarettes, and possibly out of his mind. He focused, and realized he was in his shop. Judging by how cold his ass was, he didn't exactly have much on it. He'd woken up like that before, but the bird he'd woken up with wasn't metal, like the one resting at his side. Had she been a blonde? Maybe.
"Mornin' sweetheart," he said, because he'd learned it was impolite not to say that to a lady the morning after.
He could really use some fucking tea, but that reminded him exactly why he was hungover and mostly naked in his shop, and that was downright depressing. To think that he could spend years being a jerk and ignoring her, only for her to... no, he wasn't thinking about that. Lesson damn well learned. Women these days didn't want to get married.
And the types that did were lesbians anyway.
So he was down to his welder's apron and gloves. Huh. He made sure to check the goods, just in case he'd gotten the bright idea to smooth the fillets on the Mustang, the tin girl he'd woken up next to. Nope, still there.
If only he could find his goggles, then the daylight wouldn't be so painful when he went out into it.
"You know, you should go to a nude beach, get some sun on that ass of yours Cidney." A chipper voice commented from behind him.
With all the grace of a retarded chocobo, he not only spun around, but he also managed to knock over a box of screws. "Goddammit, where the hell did you come from?!"
Yuffie, because who else would have the sheer unadulterated bravado to traipse into his space like that, smirked from where she was leaned against an engine stand. "The roof, where else do we sneaky Wutes come from?"
He found a rag, maybe a little dirty, but it was big enough, to cover up the parts where the sun didn't shine. "Alright, the hell do you want?"
If it wasn't Yuffie, that pout would have been completely believable. "Cidney, can't I just want to see you?"
"Har har fucking har. What did you steal, or what do you want to steal, or who did you steal from that's after your ass?" Now, he remembered how to make tea himself, it's just that some people made it better. Couldn't be picky, not with the way his throat felt.
"Oh go get dressed, smokestack, I'll make you breakfast." Now either Yuffie was becoming an extremely talented actress or he'd hurt her feelings.
Daylight was as bad as he thought it'd be, a probing bitch of a thing, but the mess that was his house certainly was a contender. At least he had some clean clothes laying around.
He could smell eggs and a stronger tea downstairs when he'd located his socks and made his way back downstairs. Cid was hungover, certainly, but that didn't mean his stomach wasn't working.
Yuffie smirked at him from where she was seated on his counter. A cup of black tea steamed in her hands. "So... how long are you moping?"
He had to admit, the momentary domesticity of Yuffie was more than a little jarring. He figured a little princess like her had always had things made for her. At least that was the excuse she used when they used to all camp out.
She still wore shorts that didn't exactly cover anything, though. Something was consistent, at least. "The fuck gave you that idea?" Sweet Shiva's tits, leave it to a Wute to know how to make tea just right.
"Oh please, you've been holed up mooning for how long now?" She still had her princess moments where he cute little nose would turn up and her pretty mouth would curl as though she smelled bad meat.
"And I talked to Tseng."
Did the Wutes have some secret communication line up? It had to have been a conspiracy.
"Let me guess, he sent you to gloat?" Giving that asshole a black eye once had apparently not been enough. Soon as he was sober, he was taking care of it once and for all.
"Gloat?" Yuffie quirked an eyebrow. "About getting a ride?"
Now he was confused. If Shera hadn't gone back to her uncomplicated standby, just where the hell did she go?
"Vince should be calling soon too, we have a job from the newly rehabilitated Rufus ShinRa." She picked at the bacon that she'd deliberately burnt. "He offered Vince a new birth certificate, ID, and a resume if he went to the labs to dig around for him. I, of course, know there's got to be SOME old Materia there, so I'm coming along. Tseng mentioned that the Highwind has a generator aboard, SO we need your help."
She chomped the bacon and then kicked her legs twice. "It has absolutely nothing to do with Shera dumping you."
Considering that Rufus had the opportunity numerous times to be a shit and start up his empire, and instead had left Reeve in charge and started up his whole fucking greenpeace thing, hell, it was something.
"When do they want my ship, and just how much are they going to compensate me for my trouble?"
---
He would take the fucking hangover. This infestation on his goddamn ship was really too much.
"Vince, explain to me what the fucking hell all this shit is about again?"
Vincent had been avoiding something. Cid couldn't quite put his finger on it and no one else seemed to notice. Vincent had very subtle ways of communicating and when something was on Vincent's mind, Cid noticed. It had to do with that other guy he brought with him.
"Rufus has me in a pinch in regards to the labs. In regards to Sephiroth, I'm taking this delicately."
He looked over at the one time terror of the free world. "Looks like a damn gangly teenager. He gets a match or a lighter of any kind and I'm having his babysitter there lock him in a room."
Alright, he had to admit, there was no greater torture and punishment than adolescence. He sure as hell hadn't wanted to go through that twice. Still wasn't right but what the hell was right anymore?
"I can handle Sephiroth without any issues. Do you have any tea?" Vincent seemed to not care at all that he brought three annoying Wutes onto Cid's ship.
"Of course I have tea." And in all the time he'd known Vincent, he was a coffee drinker. Cid didn't pretend that they were giggling girlfriends that braided each other's hair and told all their secrets, but there was a certain consistency to the corpse.
"Mind making a pot?" Vincent was probably wondering about Cid's appearance. For a corpse, Vincent could always tell if Cid was chewing on something he wasn't ranting about. Hell, maybe he just wanted someone to talk to who wasn't a goddamn Wute. Even that Veld character was chattering in the damned langauge.
"Sure, so long as the FUCKING RUDE PEOPLE CHATTERING IN ANOTHER LANGUAGE KNOW NOT TO TOUCH ANYTHING." At least Sephiroth seemed to hear that. God, it was going to take some time to wrap his mind around that.
"They aren't going to hurt anything, Cid." Vincent assured. "Veld's never been one to mess with dials of any sort." He paused before continuing. "And Tseng's capable. I'm certain Yuffie's just going to sit on the deck and try to not throw up."
He had to smirk at that. At least he had something up on that ninja. "Yeah, yeah, alright. Maybe you can explain just what the hell is so important about this lab business and why the fuck you'd want to go back there."
"I would like to become employable. Currently I can't explain my age, appearance, or my gap in employment. Rufus is going to provide me that, along with a sum of money that I couldn't exactly turn down." Money talked and bullshit walked, that much was certain. Whatever Vincent needed money for was probably understandable.
"So... nothing personal? I mean, you're not visiting that Lucrecia chick again, are you?" Now that had been an awkward situation.
"That actually is going to be in order..." Vincent sighed. Cid could tell that there was something pivotal missing to the statement and he could also tell that Vincent wasn't going to disclose that information. "Sephiroth's asked about her and it's time she came out of that cave, he's a good enough reason to do so."
A soft knock on the doorframe nearly sent him out of his goddamn shoes. Yuffie sneaking into his house like that had really left him jumpy. He looked over, and it was Sephiroth. Sephiroth who looked a little girly without his shiny white hair and big fucking sword.
Vincent nodded. "Do you need something, Sephiroth?"
"I just wanted to talk to you alone, is that alright?"
Cid snorted. Well, it wasn't like Vincent couldn't handle it. "I'll get out of your fucking way. Have to make sure those damn Wutes haven't done anything..."
"Thank you, Cid." There was still something missing, Cid would have to get to the bottom of it. Or make Yuffie get to the bottom of it, once she'd stopped hurling.
Naturally, they were doing something. He'd just about had his patience tried with strangers on his airship, but old Turk bastards were much worse.
"Just what in the hell are you doing?"
"Oh, Tseng and I were just setting up a communications port. For the mission?"
Tseng rattled off something in that thrice damned complicated language. The two shared a snicker.
Alright, he didn't know what it was, maybe it was that 'I know more than you do, shut the fuck up' tone he used, or his prissy perfect way of dressing or the fact he was in on things with Tseng, but he really didn't like this Veld guy.
"Hey, none of that coded other language bullshit. You do something with my airship, I want to know what it is!"
Tseng looked up from under the console. "We're going to send Valentine and Sephiroth into the lab, but we've got to run power and infotel so Veld can guide them and so I can download information to an external system. I don't want to download a virus to your airship so-" he reached out and tapped two slim orange towers "-the info is going here."
"Oh, just... don't fuck with the navigation."
Veld put a hand under his chin. "That's the point of a system like this. Would you like a more detailed explanation?"
That fucking tone again. "No. Just ah... don't leave wires all over the deck, people might trip."
As Cid walked off to go to his control room, where things made goddamn sense, he could swear they were snickering again. He'd thought that Tseng was bad enough, back in the days when he'd worked for Shinra, but it was like having two of him around, only one was older and even more Tsengish than the other. It was enough to give him a headache.
"Damn Wutes," he muttered, before taking her out of autopilot.