If you leap before you look, at least be sure to hold your breath and plug your nose.
For Love Of…
A Final Fantasy VII Fanfiction
Author: Sanjuno Shori Niko
Summary: There are a lot of different ways you can interpret a guy floating in the air while being rained on by glowing feathers. This is how I see it.
Timeline: The rest of this particular timeline is here.
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(In which Cid fixes Zack.)
Sometimes - just sometimes - Cid really hated being right all the time. Cid grimaced as he looked down at the bullet-ridden mess doubling as the dark-haired SOLDIER’s chest. Zack - Zachary Fair, as Sephiroth had so often informed him. Nice guy, good friend, loyal to the motherfucking end, and the focus of a great deal of Sephiroth’s misplaced guilt over not being able to stop or help Rhapsodos and Hewley when they went bat-shit. Cid would have done his best to save the kid on the off chance it would keep Sephiroth from moping around the house for a while; the fact that the young SOLDIER deserved his help was just cake.
“Damn, kid.” Cid dug into his pack, hauling out potions and materia and a handful of red-gold fluff. Phoenix Down had some pretty strict rules, but lucky for Zack’s imminent resurrection Cid was not going to be breaking any. Cid worked fast. The one favour Shin-Ra had done the kid - if you could call it that - was shooting him point-blank. That meant most of the bullets had gone straight through, and the few that stuck inside could be yanked out with his longest set of pliers. Cid spared no attention towards gentleness - kid was dead at the moment, so it was not like he could feel it - and the faster this got done the better for all concerned. No foreign materials in terminal locations, body mostly in one piece - right then, looked like the kid would stay alive long enough after being revived for Cid to heal him. Cid cast Phoenix Down over the dead SOLDIER, watching with critical eyes as the sparks sank deep into the worst wounds. Choking on blood, the young man gasped for breath and Cid dumped several X-Potions down Zack’s throat in rapid succession. When the kid was breathing easy again, Cid took the time to start charging the strongest Cure he had available. “You are one lucky son of a bitch.”
Waiting for the green glow to fade, Cid looked around for the other half of the duo. Doing this once was bad enough; Cid did not think his nerves could handle a second go round. The stunned looking blond Cid had hauled off of his erstwhile patient was not in the clearing.
“Fuck.” Cid growled in frustration when he spotted the yellow topped figure making its stumbling way towards the city of Midgar. Sephiroth was busy dealing with the poor bastards Shin-Ra had sent out after the escaped ‘subjects’. The Silver General was giving them a long overdue lesson on the subject of morality. Of course, if the upper management had taken the risk of sending an actual SOLDIER or five out with the regular troopers and the twisted robotic mockeries of science the Weapons Division had started fielding in the backlash of losing so many SOLDIERs, then Sephiroth was probably busy recruiting. Cid sighed in good-natured resignation - Sephiroth hunted lost SOLDIERs down like a bloodhound, dragged them kicking and screaming to the cave where Cid had been reborn, shoved them under the glowing water of the fountain, and repeated the dunking as needed until the retrieved SOLDIER was back in their right mind. If Cid ever got his hands on that Fuhito guy - simple, easy deaths were too good for whack-jobs like that - and Hojo and Hollander and fuck them all with rusted hammers. Cid scowled, this kid was going to take Cid’s healing and like it because if Cid had to find a way to hide another glow-eyed brat in order to assuage his son’s martyr complex he was going to start throwing things. Glaring after Cloud, Cid huffed and shook his head, glancing down at Zack and deeming him ready for the next round of potions. “Little brat’s doped outta his fuckin’ mind! Runnin’ off like that while I’m busy with ya. Ungrateful little shit; I never shoulda taken my eyes offa ‘im.”
Grumbling curses, Cid continued to ensure that the First Class would remain among the living for the foreseeable future - as long as the brat kept his insides inside and avoided punching any more leaking holes in his hide. The Potions and Restore materia could repair the damage and fake replacing the lost blood for a while, but only time could really set the kid back to rights. The enhanced regenerative abilities of a First Class SOLDIER would soon kick in, and Zack’s blood pressure would stabilize, but it would be a bad idea for the kid to try fighting or moving too fast for at least a week.
It took longer than Cid was comfortable with, but eventually the pilot was confident that the kid would keep ticking along under his own power for a little bit longer. Just in time too, because the familiar chop of helicopter blades was growing ever closer to their location. Cid looked up at the darkened sky and scowled.
Reinforcements. Shit.
Cid glanced at Zack and hesitated for only the briefest second. The risk of Zack getting hit again outweighed the benefits of Cid staying out of sight. With a bitten-off curse, Cid shoved Zack under some nearby shrubbery to keep him out of sight of a fly-by. Cid wheeled around and sprinted off on an intercept course, homing in on the familiar sound of engines. Damn, Cid really hoped that the stupid kid stayed where he had been put. Otherwise Sephiroth was going to sulk for days.
Cid put that thought out of his mind as he came into sight of the helicopters, the birds hovering over a slightly traumatized looking platoon. Sephiroth had been sighted then. Cid grinned and hefted his spear. It was time to give the fuckers a little something else to star in their nightmares tonight. Setting his spear with a maniac grin, Cid eyed the angles and the soon-to-be-ambushed opposition.
Fire blossomed across the sky, flame-red flowers set against the darkening blue of the sky. It was pretty, and Cid shifted to his female form in a pulse of light. Too fast and too pale - a bastardized pseudo-Limit Break - the light from Cid’s will-powered transformation was easily ignored next to the burning hulk of the crashed helicopter. It was not always comfortable, changing genders in an instant, but ‘Captain Highwind’ was still nominally on Shin-Ra’s payroll, and that state of affairs would change in a heartbeat if he was recognized, and so thus was the decision made to fight in female form whenever Shin-Ra troops were involved. Was it wrong of him to enjoy the screaming terror and explosions that accompanied his outings with his son?
Nah. Cid shook her head, opened her wings, and bounced down the hill towards the next available target - a perky blond vision of spear-wielding doom dropping from the sky. There was nothing wrong with enjoying yourself during a fight. Exercise was good for you! Humming a little tune, Cid called fire to hand, brought down lightning from the sky, and cracked the poor bastards grafted to Shin-Ra weapons technology open like shellfish - discarding the cybernetic shells and cooking the squishy insides. The battle rush took her, riding on the tail of the adrenaline surge that always accompanied the shift from one gender to another, and Cid completely forgot about the SOLDIER she had left under the bushes a few hundred yards away.
(Word Count: 1,223)
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World-building in this particular verse is becoming more exciting. I'm actually starting to get bunnies for scenes that occur during the timeskip, which basically involves Cid living a double life and hiding SOLDIERs all over the Planet like a extremely nervous mama cat. It's quite the romp.
I have come to the realization that I cannot pretend to care about people's pathetic little problems when the world is going to shit on the grander scale. To that end, I'm going into business marketing. Hopefully this course will not be a complete waste of my time and money like all the other tracks I've tried. If ya'll are wondering why I'm in such a horrible mood... let's just say that having your mother fuck off to another country to fuck her new boyfriend and leave you and your father scrambling to make enough money to feed the animals she brought to the farm does not leave a person in a good mood. Or even feeling any kind of sympathy for the emo whingeing of others. Fuck it all, I'm going to do whatever the hell I want and the family business can screw off.
Word of advice? Vent your stress in a healthy manner so that you don't lose your mind to the point that your family ends up pissed at you because you're a self-deluding mass of neurosis who runs away from your problems instead of dealing with them like a real life grown up adult.
I expect cookies and kudos and some sympathy from ya'll, please and thanks.
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HERE THERE BE DRAGONS!!
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A Final Fantasy VII Fanfiction
Author: Sanjuno Shori Niko
Summary: There are a lot of different ways you can interpret a guy floating in the air while being rained on by glowing feathers. This is how I see it.
Timeline: The rest of this particular timeline is here.
=/=
(In which Cid fixes Zack.)
Sometimes - just sometimes - Cid really hated being right all the time. Cid grimaced as he looked down at the bullet-ridden mess doubling as the dark-haired SOLDIER’s chest. Zack - Zachary Fair, as Sephiroth had so often informed him. Nice guy, good friend, loyal to the motherfucking end, and the focus of a great deal of Sephiroth’s misplaced guilt over not being able to stop or help Rhapsodos and Hewley when they went bat-shit. Cid would have done his best to save the kid on the off chance it would keep Sephiroth from moping around the house for a while; the fact that the young SOLDIER deserved his help was just cake.
“Damn, kid.” Cid dug into his pack, hauling out potions and materia and a handful of red-gold fluff. Phoenix Down had some pretty strict rules, but lucky for Zack’s imminent resurrection Cid was not going to be breaking any. Cid worked fast. The one favour Shin-Ra had done the kid - if you could call it that - was shooting him point-blank. That meant most of the bullets had gone straight through, and the few that stuck inside could be yanked out with his longest set of pliers. Cid spared no attention towards gentleness - kid was dead at the moment, so it was not like he could feel it - and the faster this got done the better for all concerned. No foreign materials in terminal locations, body mostly in one piece - right then, looked like the kid would stay alive long enough after being revived for Cid to heal him. Cid cast Phoenix Down over the dead SOLDIER, watching with critical eyes as the sparks sank deep into the worst wounds. Choking on blood, the young man gasped for breath and Cid dumped several X-Potions down Zack’s throat in rapid succession. When the kid was breathing easy again, Cid took the time to start charging the strongest Cure he had available. “You are one lucky son of a bitch.”
Waiting for the green glow to fade, Cid looked around for the other half of the duo. Doing this once was bad enough; Cid did not think his nerves could handle a second go round. The stunned looking blond Cid had hauled off of his erstwhile patient was not in the clearing.
“Fuck.” Cid growled in frustration when he spotted the yellow topped figure making its stumbling way towards the city of Midgar. Sephiroth was busy dealing with the poor bastards Shin-Ra had sent out after the escaped ‘subjects’. The Silver General was giving them a long overdue lesson on the subject of morality. Of course, if the upper management had taken the risk of sending an actual SOLDIER or five out with the regular troopers and the twisted robotic mockeries of science the Weapons Division had started fielding in the backlash of losing so many SOLDIERs, then Sephiroth was probably busy recruiting. Cid sighed in good-natured resignation - Sephiroth hunted lost SOLDIERs down like a bloodhound, dragged them kicking and screaming to the cave where Cid had been reborn, shoved them under the glowing water of the fountain, and repeated the dunking as needed until the retrieved SOLDIER was back in their right mind. If Cid ever got his hands on that Fuhito guy - simple, easy deaths were too good for whack-jobs like that - and Hojo and Hollander and fuck them all with rusted hammers. Cid scowled, this kid was going to take Cid’s healing and like it because if Cid had to find a way to hide another glow-eyed brat in order to assuage his son’s martyr complex he was going to start throwing things. Glaring after Cloud, Cid huffed and shook his head, glancing down at Zack and deeming him ready for the next round of potions. “Little brat’s doped outta his fuckin’ mind! Runnin’ off like that while I’m busy with ya. Ungrateful little shit; I never shoulda taken my eyes offa ‘im.”
Grumbling curses, Cid continued to ensure that the First Class would remain among the living for the foreseeable future - as long as the brat kept his insides inside and avoided punching any more leaking holes in his hide. The Potions and Restore materia could repair the damage and fake replacing the lost blood for a while, but only time could really set the kid back to rights. The enhanced regenerative abilities of a First Class SOLDIER would soon kick in, and Zack’s blood pressure would stabilize, but it would be a bad idea for the kid to try fighting or moving too fast for at least a week.
It took longer than Cid was comfortable with, but eventually the pilot was confident that the kid would keep ticking along under his own power for a little bit longer. Just in time too, because the familiar chop of helicopter blades was growing ever closer to their location. Cid looked up at the darkened sky and scowled.
Reinforcements. Shit.
Cid glanced at Zack and hesitated for only the briefest second. The risk of Zack getting hit again outweighed the benefits of Cid staying out of sight. With a bitten-off curse, Cid shoved Zack under some nearby shrubbery to keep him out of sight of a fly-by. Cid wheeled around and sprinted off on an intercept course, homing in on the familiar sound of engines. Damn, Cid really hoped that the stupid kid stayed where he had been put. Otherwise Sephiroth was going to sulk for days.
Cid put that thought out of his mind as he came into sight of the helicopters, the birds hovering over a slightly traumatized looking platoon. Sephiroth had been sighted then. Cid grinned and hefted his spear. It was time to give the fuckers a little something else to star in their nightmares tonight. Setting his spear with a maniac grin, Cid eyed the angles and the soon-to-be-ambushed opposition.
Fire blossomed across the sky, flame-red flowers set against the darkening blue of the sky. It was pretty, and Cid shifted to his female form in a pulse of light. Too fast and too pale - a bastardized pseudo-Limit Break - the light from Cid’s will-powered transformation was easily ignored next to the burning hulk of the crashed helicopter. It was not always comfortable, changing genders in an instant, but ‘Captain Highwind’ was still nominally on Shin-Ra’s payroll, and that state of affairs would change in a heartbeat if he was recognized, and so thus was the decision made to fight in female form whenever Shin-Ra troops were involved. Was it wrong of him to enjoy the screaming terror and explosions that accompanied his outings with his son?
Nah. Cid shook her head, opened her wings, and bounced down the hill towards the next available target - a perky blond vision of spear-wielding doom dropping from the sky. There was nothing wrong with enjoying yourself during a fight. Exercise was good for you! Humming a little tune, Cid called fire to hand, brought down lightning from the sky, and cracked the poor bastards grafted to Shin-Ra weapons technology open like shellfish - discarding the cybernetic shells and cooking the squishy insides. The battle rush took her, riding on the tail of the adrenaline surge that always accompanied the shift from one gender to another, and Cid completely forgot about the SOLDIER she had left under the bushes a few hundred yards away.
(Word Count: 1,223)
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World-building in this particular verse is becoming more exciting. I'm actually starting to get bunnies for scenes that occur during the timeskip, which basically involves Cid living a double life and hiding SOLDIERs all over the Planet like a extremely nervous mama cat. It's quite the romp.
I have come to the realization that I cannot pretend to care about people's pathetic little problems when the world is going to shit on the grander scale. To that end, I'm going into business marketing. Hopefully this course will not be a complete waste of my time and money like all the other tracks I've tried. If ya'll are wondering why I'm in such a horrible mood... let's just say that having your mother fuck off to another country to fuck her new boyfriend and leave you and your father scrambling to make enough money to feed the animals she brought to the farm does not leave a person in a good mood. Or even feeling any kind of sympathy for the emo whingeing of others. Fuck it all, I'm going to do whatever the hell I want and the family business can screw off.
Word of advice? Vent your stress in a healthy manner so that you don't lose your mind to the point that your family ends up pissed at you because you're a self-deluding mass of neurosis who runs away from your problems instead of dealing with them like a real life grown up adult.
I expect cookies and kudos and some sympathy from ya'll, please and thanks.
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HERE THERE BE DRAGONS!!
♥
♠
♥
♣
♥
♠
♥
♣
♥
♠
♥