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Wild Valenwind West part II

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Title: Wild Valenwind West part II
Author: Enide Dear
Pairing: Valenwind, VincentxHojo
Rating: work safe
Summary: AU for :iconvalnewind-luver:'s March competition.
A/N: I've been wanting to write this fic for quite some time….and now I got an excellent excuse!


"Mr. Valentine. I'm so glad to see you are home again." The oily smile of the man outside, with a doctor's robe and a medical bag clutched in his bony hands, made Vincent's stomach lurch and the appaling familiarity of the situation did not help.

"Doctor Hojo. I have a prisoner." Maybe that would be enough to deter than man. "Perhaps we could take this someother time." But of course he would not get away that easy.

"A-ha. I see. Well, we'd better take care of…business in the bedroom, then?" The corner of his thin lips went up. "I wouldn't want an audience, and I'm sure you wouldn't either."

Vincent could almost feel the prisoner's stare burn in his back, but the man didn't say anything, for which he was utterly grateful. He kept his back towards the prison cell as he followed the doctor into the bed room, and shut the door carefully after them.

At least it was quickly over with. The doctor buttoned his pants, nodded his bowler hat in mock salute and left the syringe with its glowing green contents on the table as he went.

Vincent waited until the man was gone before leaning over the slop bucket and spitting, trying to keep from gagging as well. His hands were shaking as he rinsed  his mouth with some of the prisoner's tea, familiar disgust and humiliation welling up inside.

"Here." He jolted as the prisoner threw something at him, but caught the cig. "That will take the taste right out." Now, there where anger in those sky blue eyes; anger but not pity.

"I don't smoke." Vincent's throat felt raw.

"Then don't inhale, jest rinse yer mouth out with it. Like exterminating pests."

The metaphor brought a faint smile to Vincent's lips and he lit the cig, following Cid's example. It did help, but now he tasted of tea and tobacco in his mouth.

*It must taste like kissing this man.* He thought and then almost jumped at his own grossly inappropriate thought.

Cid was shaking his head, his fists clutching and fisting in futile anger.

"Ya gotta tell me. What the hell kind of chokehold does this place have on ya? Why do ya let them treat ya like this?"

For a few seconds, Vincent just stared at him. Then he opened a cupboard and took out a bottle of Junon Whiskey; it was rot gut, but it had a kick on it like a pissed off chocobo. He poured some in Cid's tea cup, and then some for himself in a glass. They both downed it in quiet.

"I suppose it won't matter." Vincent sighed, pouring them another double. "You'll hang tomorrow anyway. It is the town's official secret, you see. I am. I am…not all human."

He waited to see what kind of reaction that would get. Cid sipped his whiskey a bit, and then downed the rest straight off, eyes watering at the strenght of it.

"So those snuffling sounds I heard before ya arrested me….it wasn't a prairie bear?"

"No." Vincent shook his head and took another pull of the cigarette. "It was me. One of my…non human-forms. A demon called Galian."

"Holy shit. Pass me some more whiskey, will ya?"

Vincent did, and then took a swig out of the bottle himself, and to hell with the glass.

"I got three more. But they…are not very useful to the town. Galian has supreme sense of scent as well as strength, but I can still somewhat control him. He's helped solve many crimes."

"Huh. Crimes like mine?" Cid drank some more whiskey but didn't push that particular subject. "But that doesn't explain why ya do any of this."

"When they found out…when the mayor found out what I was, he wouldn't let the villagers here kill me, if I helped the community. I owe him my life."

"Ya mean, he made ya his hangman, keeping his own hands nice and clean from dirt."

"That to. But he also brought me Hojo." Vincent shuddered, but the bottle was now empty so he pulled on the cig again."And Hojo gives me this." He held up the syringe, playing with the fragile thing between his long fingers. "I don't know what it is, really. But it helps me to keep the demons under control. Otherwise they might break loose, turn this town into dust and kill everything within miles."

It must have been the whiskey; Vincent was not at prepared when Cid snatched the syringe from his hand.

"No!" Desperate he clawed after the glass tube, but the bars keeping the prisoner locked in now kept him out of reach. He fumbled for the key, but Cid was faster; he quickly poured a few drops of shiny green liquid in his palm and before Vincent could stop him, he licked it off.

Then he frowned, and tossed the syringe back to Vincent who caught it with trembling hands.

"Ain't nothing in there but water and sugar color." Cid shrugged.

Vincent froze.

"What?" He whispered.

"Try it if ya don't believe me. But I tell ya, ya've been royally screwed over by that doctor. By this whole town if ya ask me." His rough face turned strangely soft. "And that's such a shame, what with a pretty thing like ya…."

Vincent felt like vomiting. It was a lie. It was all a lie, his whole life. He'd been used…more used than even a monster such as he deserved. Demonic wrath welled up inside him, but he held them down, without any fake artificial help.
But one thing came through the darkness.

"Don't say I'm pretty." He whispered.

"Yeah, I figure ya hear all kinds of shit from prisoners wanting ta get out, but Hell, if I'm gonna hang tomorrow then I ain't gonna have any regrets, ya know?" Cid looked a bit sheepish, but stubborn as a mule. It was quite an endearing look and Vincent found himself wondering what it would be like, having those callused, skilled hands touching him, touching him all over…

It might be the whiskey; it might the shock; it might have been an divine interference or simply his heart taking over, but Vincent's brain made an insane jump.

"Your plane. Will it work?"

"My plane?" Cid scratched his head, confused.  "No, I told ya. I need materia ta even have a chance…"

"I can get you materia. If you can get us away from here." Oh this was a bad idea, a foolish, insane idea, he didn't even know this man and he couldn't know if he could be trusted...*But what could he possibly do to me that isn't already happening to me in Midgard?* He kicked the carpet away and lifted the secret trap door he'd installed years ago. From the soft earth underneath he took out a shiny piece of raw materia, a glowing lump of condensed energy as big as a fist.

Cid just stared, the cig falling from his lip as his jaw dropped.

"That's...that's the biggest piece I've ever seen."

"I found it years ago. I've kept it as a...a back up plan, I suppose. If I sold it, it be worth a fortune."

"Then ya should..."

"Mr. Highwind." Vincent stepped up to the bars, looming over the shorter prisoner, dark clad and firey eyed. "I am quite sick of people telling me what I should do. Now, will this work or not?"

"Yeah. Sure." Cid swallowed, his knees wanting to buckle a little under that demonic stare. "That is, in theory. I haven't actually tried it yet, ya know."

"Good enough." Shifting the lump of raw materia to his weak left hand, Vincent grabbed the prison door with his right and with a small grunt of effort tore the door right off its hinges. Cid gaped. "Demon strength. Hurry. The night is almost over."

It only took Cid a few minutes to put his tools down various mysterious pockets lining his short leather jacket, put on the yellow scarf and battered fedora and grab his spear. The sniper rifle that had framed him almost got a kick from his heavy boot, but Vincent grabbed it.

"It is a good weapon. It might be useful. Now, the only chocobo in the stables are yours so I hope it's fast. Because once we're out of the stables, we will be spotted by Rufus men and followed. And quite possibly shot to death."

"Aren't ya a gloomy one?" Cid grinned.

"You must take this serious or we will...mmff!" He almost punched the man in the gut out of sheer reflex as he was grabbed, pulled into a warm embrace, and kissed with such force that his knees wobbled.

"There." Cid smiled as he let him go. "That's fer luck. And it oughta take the rotten taste right outa yer mouth."

Vincent could do nothing but agree on the last statement, but he wasn't all that sure about the first.

TBC
Title: Wild Valenwind West part II
Author: Enide Dear
Pairing: Valenwind, VincentxHojo
Rating: not so work safe
Summary: AU for :iconvalnewind-luver:’s March competition.
A/N: I’ve been wanting to write this fic for quite some time….and now I got an excellent excuse
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Phoneix-Faerie's avatar
awww poor Vincent! it was great though, that he made his decision to leave with Cid, and had the materia there :) perfect