"Goodbye is just Another Page in Our Story", Part Two - FF XIII, drabble - Yaag/Cid
Title: Goodbye is just Another Page in Our Story
Author: panda-pon
Characters/Fandom: Cid Raines, Yaag Rosch (Yaag/Cid)/Final Fantasy XIII
Rating: T
Warnings: Angst, cussing, potential spoilery-ness...the usual. What? You don't expect it from me by now?
Wordcount: 735
Author's Note: Sooo...second and final chapter of this...story? Still not sure it can even be called that, what with all the awkward formatting and such, but still. Anyhow...this part is mostly from Yaag's point-of-view. Sorta. I really, really like the format/system/whatever-the-word-is that I used for this part, but...I dunno if it might be confusing or not. Terribly sorry if it is, feel free to ask for clarification? xD;;
Oh yeah. Had this finished, like...three nights ago, but have been too lazy to kick my arse into gear and post it. Whoops.
[Beep]
[Cid? Cid, answer your goddamn phone. I swear this had better be a joke. A sick, terrible joke that I’ll make you spend the rest of our lives making up for, but-]
--
Yaag slams a fist down on the solid oak of Cid’s desk, rattling everything on it, yet still somehow leaving the letter undisturbed. The very letter that had started this to begin with. It’s almost mocking. He sighs deeply, hand tightening to the phone pressed to his own ear.
--
[Not even you’re this stupid, Cid. You wouldn’t do something this drastic. This is…completely stupid. Maybe it’s my fault for refusing to see what was wrong, but-I noticed. Don’t you dare think I wouldn’t notice something that obvious-with you of all people-but I swear, if you make me go down there looking for you…]
[Sound of something slamming]
[Damn right I’m angry at you. But fuck if it’s because you’re a-]
--
He growls, hating how his lips refuse to form the word, and tries again. He’ll be damned if he doesn’t say this now. He may never get another chance-that’s if he hasn’t already missed it altogether-and he knows it. He more than knows it.
--
[-a l’Cie. You’ve already more-than proven that there’s no need. Now come back. I’m angry because you somehow had the fucking nerve to just-leave. Without trying. You’re right that I understand your reasons, but that’s a far cry from accepting them. If you think I’m going to just sit back and accept this, then you could only have not understood me as well as I’d have thought. Hoped. I don’t even-damnit, will you just snap out of…whatever this is. And get your ass back here and explain what the fuck is going through your head, before I go down there and drag it back.]
[Heavy sigh]
[Cid Raines, I mean it. You come ba-]
[Beep-beep]
--
“Shit-no, no don’t do this right now!” Yaag snarls and slams his phone closed, then all-but rips it open again and hits the speed dial key for Cid’s mobile phone. He wants to curse the limited voicemail capacity almost as much as he’s cursing Cid’s idiocy. It rings for a few moments, and-much to his dismay, reaches voicemail again.
--
[Goddamn it, Cid. You come back here right now. You can’t win against them. You know you can’t. Damnit, they took out two of my airships on their own. Do you honestly think you have a chance in Hell?]
[Something thunking against a wall]
[Do you have any idea how selfish you’re being? How cowardly? Do you honestly think this will make anything easier on me? You’re a fucking idiot, Cid. I fell in love with a goddamn idiot, and now I’m paying for it, aren’t I? If this is Karma, then I’m not impressed.]
[Resigned groan]
[Cid, for the love of the Maker. You idiot, you know I could never hate you. Not even if I wanted to. Come back and we’ll talk. We’ll do this together. Alright? You’ve proven your fucking point, now come back. I’m a tool; I get it, you win. That’s what you wanted to hear, right? I admit it, so stop this foolishness. We can work out a plan that doesn’t involve you getting your ass handed to you by someone who isn’t me, and I can’t believe I’m even making that kind of joke at a time like this, but-and I swear if I ever see those goddamned gloves of yours again, I’ll-]
[Click]
“…Yaag.”
--
Yaag’s eyes widen, and both hands now grip the phone impossibly tight as he slides down to the floor with his back against the wall. “Cid. Cid, what on Cocoon-”
--
“Thank you,” Cid cuts in, shaking his head; regardless that Yaag would never see it. Of course he wouldn’t. “Thank you,” he says again, and he can hear the footsteps now. “They’re here. I told you it would be too late.”
[Fuck, no-Cid, wait damnit-]
“Thank you.” And again. “Now goodbye.”
[Don’t you fucking da-]
[Click]
“…I’m sorry.”
The footsteps are getting louder, and with only a single moment’s hesitation, he drops the device to the ground and crushes it under his heel. His quarry round the corner, and for the briefest instant he allows himself a bitter smile.
It’s now or never.
Author: panda-pon
Characters/Fandom: Cid Raines, Yaag Rosch (Yaag/Cid)/Final Fantasy XIII
Rating: T
Warnings: Angst, cussing, potential spoilery-ness...the usual. What? You don't expect it from me by now?
Wordcount: 735
Author's Note: Sooo...second and final chapter of this...story? Still not sure it can even be called that, what with all the awkward formatting and such, but still. Anyhow...this part is mostly from Yaag's point-of-view. Sorta. I really, really like the format/system/whatever-the-word-is that I used for this part, but...I dunno if it might be confusing or not. Terribly sorry if it is, feel free to ask for clarification? xD;;
Oh yeah. Had this finished, like...three nights ago, but have been too lazy to kick my arse into gear and post it. Whoops.
[Beep]
[Cid? Cid, answer your goddamn phone. I swear this had better be a joke. A sick, terrible joke that I’ll make you spend the rest of our lives making up for, but-]
--
Yaag slams a fist down on the solid oak of Cid’s desk, rattling everything on it, yet still somehow leaving the letter undisturbed. The very letter that had started this to begin with. It’s almost mocking. He sighs deeply, hand tightening to the phone pressed to his own ear.
--
[Not even you’re this stupid, Cid. You wouldn’t do something this drastic. This is…completely stupid. Maybe it’s my fault for refusing to see what was wrong, but-I noticed. Don’t you dare think I wouldn’t notice something that obvious-with you of all people-but I swear, if you make me go down there looking for you…]
[Sound of something slamming]
[Damn right I’m angry at you. But fuck if it’s because you’re a-]
--
He growls, hating how his lips refuse to form the word, and tries again. He’ll be damned if he doesn’t say this now. He may never get another chance-that’s if he hasn’t already missed it altogether-and he knows it. He more than knows it.
--
[-a l’Cie. You’ve already more-than proven that there’s no need. Now come back. I’m angry because you somehow had the fucking nerve to just-leave. Without trying. You’re right that I understand your reasons, but that’s a far cry from accepting them. If you think I’m going to just sit back and accept this, then you could only have not understood me as well as I’d have thought. Hoped. I don’t even-damnit, will you just snap out of…whatever this is. And get your ass back here and explain what the fuck is going through your head, before I go down there and drag it back.]
[Heavy sigh]
[Cid Raines, I mean it. You come ba-]
[Beep-beep]
--
“Shit-no, no don’t do this right now!” Yaag snarls and slams his phone closed, then all-but rips it open again and hits the speed dial key for Cid’s mobile phone. He wants to curse the limited voicemail capacity almost as much as he’s cursing Cid’s idiocy. It rings for a few moments, and-much to his dismay, reaches voicemail again.
--
[Goddamn it, Cid. You come back here right now. You can’t win against them. You know you can’t. Damnit, they took out two of my airships on their own. Do you honestly think you have a chance in Hell?]
[Something thunking against a wall]
[Do you have any idea how selfish you’re being? How cowardly? Do you honestly think this will make anything easier on me? You’re a fucking idiot, Cid. I fell in love with a goddamn idiot, and now I’m paying for it, aren’t I? If this is Karma, then I’m not impressed.]
[Resigned groan]
[Cid, for the love of the Maker. You idiot, you know I could never hate you. Not even if I wanted to. Come back and we’ll talk. We’ll do this together. Alright? You’ve proven your fucking point, now come back. I’m a tool; I get it, you win. That’s what you wanted to hear, right? I admit it, so stop this foolishness. We can work out a plan that doesn’t involve you getting your ass handed to you by someone who isn’t me, and I can’t believe I’m even making that kind of joke at a time like this, but-and I swear if I ever see those goddamned gloves of yours again, I’ll-]
[Click]
“…Yaag.”
--
Yaag’s eyes widen, and both hands now grip the phone impossibly tight as he slides down to the floor with his back against the wall. “Cid. Cid, what on Cocoon-”
--
“Thank you,” Cid cuts in, shaking his head; regardless that Yaag would never see it. Of course he wouldn’t. “Thank you,” he says again, and he can hear the footsteps now. “They’re here. I told you it would be too late.”
[Fuck, no-Cid, wait damnit-]
“Thank you.” And again. “Now goodbye.”
[Don’t you fucking da-]
[Click]
“…I’m sorry.”
The footsteps are getting louder, and with only a single moment’s hesitation, he drops the device to the ground and crushes it under his heel. His quarry round the corner, and for the briefest instant he allows himself a bitter smile.
It’s now or never.