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sinful_lynx) wrote2009-09-03 09:08 pm
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Entry tags:
Vinnie!
Title: Stalkers
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Characters/Pairings: Cid, Vincent; Leon, Cloud, Aerith, Yuffie, Tifa
Rating: PG
Warnings: More poor characterizations of characters. : D;
Author Note: xD Daddy said Stalker and my mind went to Vincent. Is that weird?
Summary: It's his routine.
Disclaimer: The icon was made by Daddy.
It's his routine. The moment there's a sound of movement within the house of magic, as the members of the restoration committee begin to arrive and stir and breathe life into the shabby town, he's awake, eyes piercing through the darkness and into the humble abode. Aerith is passing out tea as Yuffie's face collides with the table again and again, Cloud politely rejects the tea until Tifa's look forces him to surrender.
Merlin is playing around in his bag while Leon is pouring over the latest changes in the security system with Cid...
He shifts a little bit to see more clearly, head tilts in what may seem to anyone else as curiosity, but to him, he knows no such thing. Claymore, as he's learned from days of observation, has gone off, striking a wandering Heartless as it is programmed to do. He frowns slightly when he catches Cid's reflection in the monitor in front of him--it looks as if he hasn't slept in days. The others look just a bit more rested, though he's not one to argue with their way of running things. He is content to stay back and wait, to watch from the sidelines and move only as needed. It is his purpose. Infiltration is much more suited to his abilities.
It may seem a little strange and pointless for him to lurk in the shadows to watch over them, but he finds this more comforting, more acceptable. His eyes see more clearly when enshrouded in darkness, can penetrate even the deepest shadows and he can protect them much better from his perch in that darkness. It's where he belongs and he knows that he can succeed where Cloud cannot.
If they knew he was there, they would surely invite him in, but he's not ready... he can't... he has more to do.
As the sun finally reaches over the rooftops, the first teams are sent out to scout. Yuffie drags Leon off while Tifa takes it upon herself to elect Cloud as her partner for the day. Cid shrugs, the men reluctantly obey and Aerith proceeds to clean up after a hasty breakfast and Restoration Committee meeting and then sets out about town to do her own part, filling Hollow Bastion--or is it Radiant Garden?--with flowers with a pleasant little smile on her face.
The hours of the morn pass slowly, Cid feverishly working, fingers typing, moving at a speed he can't comprehend for such a complicated piece of machinery. The numbers and letters input on the screen are dizzying. He knows technology, knows the basic things, knows how his guns work, but computer systems, unless training simulations, had escaped his expertise. Claymore's system is nothing he's ever seen, but Cid has always had a way with machines.
Ever vigilant, Vincent doesn't fall asleep for the dull, rhythmic sound of the keys, lose his target, or get distracted by the sounds of children coming out to play. Instead, he positions himself better in the darkness to spy. It isn't that he's not worried about his other friends, that he doesn't know Heartless go after strong hearts, but he does know that Leon is with Yuffie and Yuffie is as much of a ninja as she claims. He has seen the power behind Tifa's fists and knows that Cloud will allow no harm to come to his friends. Aerith is surrounded by love and friendship, neighbors who help and converse. She is, perhaps, stronger than all of them when it comes to her Light, but Cid is alone and while he knows perfectly well he is capable of handling himself, he's also the most vulnerable and cranky when he hasn't had enough sleep.
The others make periodic check-ins, drink barley tea, have a snack and discuss things, and then split off into different groups and the second part of the Restoration Committee's job is enforced. Yuffie shoulders tools proudly, ignoring the fact that her arms shake as she tries to lift the tool belt over her shoulder. Tifa slips one on with no problems, ignoring the fact that both Cloud and Leon insist they do not have to tag along. Aerith tidies up again, this time a deeper cleaning because she knows they won't be back until supper.
It's then that routine seems to change. Aerith's too busy and needs things from the market and the only one around happens to be Cid. He can hear his grumbles of complaint and continues typing, too eager to finish his upgrade than to worry about supper that's hours away. He doesn't see, retreating from his perch when it seems Aerith has gotten too close for comfort, but when he returns to his prime vantage point and sees Cid rubbing his fingers in consolation and Aerith's firm, matronly smile, he's glad he didn't have to witness it.
So Cid leaves the house...
... and Vincent is compelled to follow, to see what it is Cid does other than sit in front of that machine all day. However, it does not make it any easier to maneuver. As many buildings and nooks and crannies that Radiant Garden has, none of them are fit for hiding in very well and Vincent knows he sticks out more than Sephiroth would.
It does not deter him. After all, he has chosen his target for the day and any good Turk--former or otherwise--can find a way to hide themselves to pursue a target. The afternoon rush in the market of Radiant Garden has slowed, but traffic is still quite busy. Cid's first stop in for his cigarettes, the ones he doesn't like to smoke until he thinks no one is looking because they are precious or something. Vincent has never understood his need for something as senseless and disgusting as cigarettes, but again, it's not his place to judge, but to observe so he pushes it out of mind, adjusts his position again and moves as quietly and stealthily as possible as his target makes another stop.
He looks neither interested or in a hurry, waving a hand at the merchant and setting a patched up bag on the counter for him to fill. He tilts his head in curiosity, watches as the colored vegetables, fruits and a couple white packages are slipped in. Cid doesn't seem to notice, but he pays anyway, glancing over his shoulder. Vincent scoots in more as the blonde passes, rubbing his stubbly chin with a grunt and proceeds to window shop.
He's never cared for shopping, never found any joy in it, but he finds himself staring at every little thing that seems to interest the captain, from accessories, to ice-cream, to booze, to a new harpoon. He frowns slightly, gripping the corner he's hiding behind as Cid walks away, presumably to return to his computer program and to, once again, shut out the world. His trail ends there and Vincent's job is complete. He sighs inwardly and settles back into the shadows to wait.
~*~
Cid grins to himself, watching the shadow move through the early morning as he takes a long drag on his cigarette, the bright cherry a tell-tale sign that he's awake, he's outside, and he knows that Vincent's really bad at surprises. "'Bout time."
Crimson eyes peer down from the roof, almost in a strange curiosity that would usually seem so foreign but is completely acceptable. "Cid... why aren't you inside?"
"Ya know, Santa wears red 'n white."
He hears Vincent's gauntlet scratch the metal patch on the roof, but he manages to force his stare blank and feign innocence. "Santa?"
"Cloud's next. He likes dramatics. Somethin' flowy and emo. Like you, but less red."
There's nothing but silence between them for what seems like the longest time, but he knows Vincent's still there and he's still holding on to what he hopes isn't stolen for the sole purpose of avoiding trouble with Aerith, but doesn't really care if it is or not. It's once in a lifetime to see Vinnie. Why not let him do what he wants? "Got somethin' for ya."
Vincent's beside him in an instant, though he doesn't think it's really for the present or anything but for that fact that he doesn't care to splatter his brains all over the pavement from hanging upside down to speak. "What is it?"
Cid pulls it out of his pocket and gives it to him, a cellphone with a card shoved haphazardly between the screen and the dial, hanging on only until it's flipped open. "Welcome to the Committee."
Vincent frowns in the corner of his eye, rolling the pad of his gunning hand over the edge of the card, staring blankly, as usual, at the screen of the phone. "I can't--"
"Sure ya can. We need more hands around here."
"But..."
"No buts." Cid drops the cigarette, grinds it underfoot and stretches. "Never know where you found that model of the Highwind, though..."
"How did you...?"
"I know ya well, Vinnie," he sighs and turns, disappearing back into Committee's headquarters and hiding the package he stole from Vincent in a hole he cleverly hid to put all his valuables in. Yuffie just didn't keep her damn hands off anything...
And Vincent...? It was time to do some snooping on a certain spikey-haired blonde...
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Characters/Pairings: Cid, Vincent; Leon, Cloud, Aerith, Yuffie, Tifa
Rating: PG
Warnings: More poor characterizations of characters. : D;
Author Note: xD Daddy said Stalker and my mind went to Vincent. Is that weird?
Summary: It's his routine.
Disclaimer: The icon was made by Daddy.
It's his routine. The moment there's a sound of movement within the house of magic, as the members of the restoration committee begin to arrive and stir and breathe life into the shabby town, he's awake, eyes piercing through the darkness and into the humble abode. Aerith is passing out tea as Yuffie's face collides with the table again and again, Cloud politely rejects the tea until Tifa's look forces him to surrender.
Merlin is playing around in his bag while Leon is pouring over the latest changes in the security system with Cid...
He shifts a little bit to see more clearly, head tilts in what may seem to anyone else as curiosity, but to him, he knows no such thing. Claymore, as he's learned from days of observation, has gone off, striking a wandering Heartless as it is programmed to do. He frowns slightly when he catches Cid's reflection in the monitor in front of him--it looks as if he hasn't slept in days. The others look just a bit more rested, though he's not one to argue with their way of running things. He is content to stay back and wait, to watch from the sidelines and move only as needed. It is his purpose. Infiltration is much more suited to his abilities.
It may seem a little strange and pointless for him to lurk in the shadows to watch over them, but he finds this more comforting, more acceptable. His eyes see more clearly when enshrouded in darkness, can penetrate even the deepest shadows and he can protect them much better from his perch in that darkness. It's where he belongs and he knows that he can succeed where Cloud cannot.
If they knew he was there, they would surely invite him in, but he's not ready... he can't... he has more to do.
As the sun finally reaches over the rooftops, the first teams are sent out to scout. Yuffie drags Leon off while Tifa takes it upon herself to elect Cloud as her partner for the day. Cid shrugs, the men reluctantly obey and Aerith proceeds to clean up after a hasty breakfast and Restoration Committee meeting and then sets out about town to do her own part, filling Hollow Bastion--or is it Radiant Garden?--with flowers with a pleasant little smile on her face.
The hours of the morn pass slowly, Cid feverishly working, fingers typing, moving at a speed he can't comprehend for such a complicated piece of machinery. The numbers and letters input on the screen are dizzying. He knows technology, knows the basic things, knows how his guns work, but computer systems, unless training simulations, had escaped his expertise. Claymore's system is nothing he's ever seen, but Cid has always had a way with machines.
Ever vigilant, Vincent doesn't fall asleep for the dull, rhythmic sound of the keys, lose his target, or get distracted by the sounds of children coming out to play. Instead, he positions himself better in the darkness to spy. It isn't that he's not worried about his other friends, that he doesn't know Heartless go after strong hearts, but he does know that Leon is with Yuffie and Yuffie is as much of a ninja as she claims. He has seen the power behind Tifa's fists and knows that Cloud will allow no harm to come to his friends. Aerith is surrounded by love and friendship, neighbors who help and converse. She is, perhaps, stronger than all of them when it comes to her Light, but Cid is alone and while he knows perfectly well he is capable of handling himself, he's also the most vulnerable and cranky when he hasn't had enough sleep.
The others make periodic check-ins, drink barley tea, have a snack and discuss things, and then split off into different groups and the second part of the Restoration Committee's job is enforced. Yuffie shoulders tools proudly, ignoring the fact that her arms shake as she tries to lift the tool belt over her shoulder. Tifa slips one on with no problems, ignoring the fact that both Cloud and Leon insist they do not have to tag along. Aerith tidies up again, this time a deeper cleaning because she knows they won't be back until supper.
It's then that routine seems to change. Aerith's too busy and needs things from the market and the only one around happens to be Cid. He can hear his grumbles of complaint and continues typing, too eager to finish his upgrade than to worry about supper that's hours away. He doesn't see, retreating from his perch when it seems Aerith has gotten too close for comfort, but when he returns to his prime vantage point and sees Cid rubbing his fingers in consolation and Aerith's firm, matronly smile, he's glad he didn't have to witness it.
So Cid leaves the house...
... and Vincent is compelled to follow, to see what it is Cid does other than sit in front of that machine all day. However, it does not make it any easier to maneuver. As many buildings and nooks and crannies that Radiant Garden has, none of them are fit for hiding in very well and Vincent knows he sticks out more than Sephiroth would.
It does not deter him. After all, he has chosen his target for the day and any good Turk--former or otherwise--can find a way to hide themselves to pursue a target. The afternoon rush in the market of Radiant Garden has slowed, but traffic is still quite busy. Cid's first stop in for his cigarettes, the ones he doesn't like to smoke until he thinks no one is looking because they are precious or something. Vincent has never understood his need for something as senseless and disgusting as cigarettes, but again, it's not his place to judge, but to observe so he pushes it out of mind, adjusts his position again and moves as quietly and stealthily as possible as his target makes another stop.
He looks neither interested or in a hurry, waving a hand at the merchant and setting a patched up bag on the counter for him to fill. He tilts his head in curiosity, watches as the colored vegetables, fruits and a couple white packages are slipped in. Cid doesn't seem to notice, but he pays anyway, glancing over his shoulder. Vincent scoots in more as the blonde passes, rubbing his stubbly chin with a grunt and proceeds to window shop.
He's never cared for shopping, never found any joy in it, but he finds himself staring at every little thing that seems to interest the captain, from accessories, to ice-cream, to booze, to a new harpoon. He frowns slightly, gripping the corner he's hiding behind as Cid walks away, presumably to return to his computer program and to, once again, shut out the world. His trail ends there and Vincent's job is complete. He sighs inwardly and settles back into the shadows to wait.
~*~
Cid grins to himself, watching the shadow move through the early morning as he takes a long drag on his cigarette, the bright cherry a tell-tale sign that he's awake, he's outside, and he knows that Vincent's really bad at surprises. "'Bout time."
Crimson eyes peer down from the roof, almost in a strange curiosity that would usually seem so foreign but is completely acceptable. "Cid... why aren't you inside?"
"Ya know, Santa wears red 'n white."
He hears Vincent's gauntlet scratch the metal patch on the roof, but he manages to force his stare blank and feign innocence. "Santa?"
"Cloud's next. He likes dramatics. Somethin' flowy and emo. Like you, but less red."
There's nothing but silence between them for what seems like the longest time, but he knows Vincent's still there and he's still holding on to what he hopes isn't stolen for the sole purpose of avoiding trouble with Aerith, but doesn't really care if it is or not. It's once in a lifetime to see Vinnie. Why not let him do what he wants? "Got somethin' for ya."
Vincent's beside him in an instant, though he doesn't think it's really for the present or anything but for that fact that he doesn't care to splatter his brains all over the pavement from hanging upside down to speak. "What is it?"
Cid pulls it out of his pocket and gives it to him, a cellphone with a card shoved haphazardly between the screen and the dial, hanging on only until it's flipped open. "Welcome to the Committee."
Vincent frowns in the corner of his eye, rolling the pad of his gunning hand over the edge of the card, staring blankly, as usual, at the screen of the phone. "I can't--"
"Sure ya can. We need more hands around here."
"But..."
"No buts." Cid drops the cigarette, grinds it underfoot and stretches. "Never know where you found that model of the Highwind, though..."
"How did you...?"
"I know ya well, Vinnie," he sighs and turns, disappearing back into Committee's headquarters and hiding the package he stole from Vincent in a hole he cleverly hid to put all his valuables in. Yuffie just didn't keep her damn hands off anything...
And Vincent...? It was time to do some snooping on a certain spikey-haired blonde...