For Whom the Bell Tolls - The Thing that Should Not Be
Title: For Whom the Bell Tolls - The Thing that Should Not Be
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Characters/pairings: CidxVincent, SephirothxCloud, ensemble
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Cid's in for a lot more than he expects when he finds a man sleeping in the Waterways below Hollow Bastion.
Warnings: slash, language
Notes: Old writing, from way back in the day, in it's mostly original format (very minor corrections may have been made) A self challenge, to write Vincent Valentine into Kingdom Hearts. Written well before the second game. Song-fic-ish, with only Metallica songs, but hearing the songs are not necessary for reading.
o o o
Messenger of Fear in sight
Dark deception kills the light
Hybrid children watch the sea
Pray for Father, roaming free
o o o
Tifa let out a high shriek, all of them stumbling back as the man rose from the box, floating upwards and turning to stand lightly on the edge of the box. Cid tensed, his spear held before him, the kids cowering behind him. The strange man was between them and the door.
The man looked over all of them, red eyes ticking from one frightened face to the next. "Who are you?" he half whispered, his voice dusty from disuse.
"The question is, who the fuck are YOU?" Cid shot back. He noticed Cloud move to stand beside him, summoning his own weapon, a large, flat, almost square sword. Cid adjusted his spear a bit, moving the handle to hold Cloud back. The last thing he needed was Cloud deciding to try and play hero.
The man stared at them a moment longer. "My name is Vincent." He said finally. "I do not wish to hurt any of you. Please, calm down."
"What the hell are you doing down here?" Cid growled, Tifa and Squall latched onto his legs.
Vincent closed his eyes, letting out a shallow sigh. "I am down here to pay for crossing the wrong man." He said, "For falling in love with the wrong woman. I would probably have slept for eternity, had you not come here." His eyes opened. "I think I need to thank you for that." He bowed low, still balanced on the edge of the box.
Cid dropped his battle-stance, as it seemed that Vincent wasn't going to attempt to drink their blood. "How long you been down here?" He asked.
"What year is it?" Vincent countered. Cid told him and he sighed. "Only twenty years." Vincent shook his head slowly. "It seems like so much longer."
"Twenty years?!" Tifa piped up suddenly. "That mean you're like sixty or something!"
Though it was hard to tell, with the lighting and Vincent's cloak, it seemed the dark man was smiling a bit. "No, not sixty, child." He said softly. "Forty-seven."
"You don't look it." Cloud said.
Vincent lightly jumped to the floor, his cloak flapping around his shoulders. "I do not think I've changed very much while down here." His hand without the gauntlet went to his hair, fingering the silky length. "Except for this. It was short, last I remember." He dropped his hair, looking at all of them. "You know my name; may I at least know yours?"
"I'm Cloud." The blond boy said. "And this is Tifa, and Squall, and this is -"
"Cid Highwind." Cid cut him off, holding out his hand
Vincent bowed his head. "A pleasure to meet you all." He said. His voice had gone from dry and dusty to deep and quiet with talking. He shook Cid's hand "Vincent Valentine is my full name."
Cid frowned a bit. He knew the name from somewhere, damned if he could remember where. He chased the thought from his mind to dwell on later. "Well, I don't know about you all, but I want t' get out of this creepy place. Who's with me?" As one, all three kids ducked around Vincent and raced for the door, skidding around the corner, giggling and talking rapidly. "Dammit, wait!" Cid yelled. He shook his head in exasperation. "Damn kids." He muttered. He turned his attention back to Vincent. The dark man was rummaging around in the box of guns. "What the fuck are you doing?"
Vincent looked back at him, a pistol in one hand. "You do not swear as much with the children around."
"Can't teach 'em bad habits. Answer my damn question."
Vincent reached into the box of clothes, searching until he found a leather holster, untouched by age and studded with an intricate metal design. He buckled it around his waist, strapping the end around his thigh. "I was a bodyguard, Mr. Highwind." He said as he worked. "I learned to never go unarmed, no matter what."
Bodyguard. THAT'S where he knew the guy from. The old Queen's bodyguard, way back when Cid was just a kid. He remembered hearing about him disappearing when he was ten. "The rumor was that you took a nose-dive into the Rising Falls." Cid said.
Vincent looked at him for a long moment. "It probably would have saved me a great deal of pain." He replied. He waved his gauntleted hand at the door, holstering the pistol with the other. "Please lead the way, Highwind, as I have no idea as to where we are."
o o o
Crawling Chaos, underground
Cult has summoned, twisted sound
Out from ruins once possessed
Fallen city, living death
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Characters/pairings: CidxVincent, SephirothxCloud, ensemble
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Cid's in for a lot more than he expects when he finds a man sleeping in the Waterways below Hollow Bastion.
Warnings: slash, language
Notes: Old writing, from way back in the day, in it's mostly original format (very minor corrections may have been made) A self challenge, to write Vincent Valentine into Kingdom Hearts. Written well before the second game. Song-fic-ish, with only Metallica songs, but hearing the songs are not necessary for reading.
o o o
Messenger of Fear in sight
Dark deception kills the light
Hybrid children watch the sea
Pray for Father, roaming free
o o o
Tifa let out a high shriek, all of them stumbling back as the man rose from the box, floating upwards and turning to stand lightly on the edge of the box. Cid tensed, his spear held before him, the kids cowering behind him. The strange man was between them and the door.
The man looked over all of them, red eyes ticking from one frightened face to the next. "Who are you?" he half whispered, his voice dusty from disuse.
"The question is, who the fuck are YOU?" Cid shot back. He noticed Cloud move to stand beside him, summoning his own weapon, a large, flat, almost square sword. Cid adjusted his spear a bit, moving the handle to hold Cloud back. The last thing he needed was Cloud deciding to try and play hero.
The man stared at them a moment longer. "My name is Vincent." He said finally. "I do not wish to hurt any of you. Please, calm down."
"What the hell are you doing down here?" Cid growled, Tifa and Squall latched onto his legs.
Vincent closed his eyes, letting out a shallow sigh. "I am down here to pay for crossing the wrong man." He said, "For falling in love with the wrong woman. I would probably have slept for eternity, had you not come here." His eyes opened. "I think I need to thank you for that." He bowed low, still balanced on the edge of the box.
Cid dropped his battle-stance, as it seemed that Vincent wasn't going to attempt to drink their blood. "How long you been down here?" He asked.
"What year is it?" Vincent countered. Cid told him and he sighed. "Only twenty years." Vincent shook his head slowly. "It seems like so much longer."
"Twenty years?!" Tifa piped up suddenly. "That mean you're like sixty or something!"
Though it was hard to tell, with the lighting and Vincent's cloak, it seemed the dark man was smiling a bit. "No, not sixty, child." He said softly. "Forty-seven."
"You don't look it." Cloud said.
Vincent lightly jumped to the floor, his cloak flapping around his shoulders. "I do not think I've changed very much while down here." His hand without the gauntlet went to his hair, fingering the silky length. "Except for this. It was short, last I remember." He dropped his hair, looking at all of them. "You know my name; may I at least know yours?"
"I'm Cloud." The blond boy said. "And this is Tifa, and Squall, and this is -"
"Cid Highwind." Cid cut him off, holding out his hand
Vincent bowed his head. "A pleasure to meet you all." He said. His voice had gone from dry and dusty to deep and quiet with talking. He shook Cid's hand "Vincent Valentine is my full name."
Cid frowned a bit. He knew the name from somewhere, damned if he could remember where. He chased the thought from his mind to dwell on later. "Well, I don't know about you all, but I want t' get out of this creepy place. Who's with me?" As one, all three kids ducked around Vincent and raced for the door, skidding around the corner, giggling and talking rapidly. "Dammit, wait!" Cid yelled. He shook his head in exasperation. "Damn kids." He muttered. He turned his attention back to Vincent. The dark man was rummaging around in the box of guns. "What the fuck are you doing?"
Vincent looked back at him, a pistol in one hand. "You do not swear as much with the children around."
"Can't teach 'em bad habits. Answer my damn question."
Vincent reached into the box of clothes, searching until he found a leather holster, untouched by age and studded with an intricate metal design. He buckled it around his waist, strapping the end around his thigh. "I was a bodyguard, Mr. Highwind." He said as he worked. "I learned to never go unarmed, no matter what."
Bodyguard. THAT'S where he knew the guy from. The old Queen's bodyguard, way back when Cid was just a kid. He remembered hearing about him disappearing when he was ten. "The rumor was that you took a nose-dive into the Rising Falls." Cid said.
Vincent looked at him for a long moment. "It probably would have saved me a great deal of pain." He replied. He waved his gauntleted hand at the door, holstering the pistol with the other. "Please lead the way, Highwind, as I have no idea as to where we are."
o o o
Crawling Chaos, underground
Cult has summoned, twisted sound
Out from ruins once possessed
Fallen city, living death