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crankyoldman) wrote2009-02-07 01:10 pm
crankyoldman) wrote2009-02-07 01:10 pm
The Ghost and Mr. Highwind
Fandom: FFX/FF7 OGC
Characters/Pairings: Auron/Cid (ha ha, mildly)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Cid, death, and some dude named Auron.
Notes: Formuggy_mountain. Title is a play on "The Ghost and Mrs. Muir". I love crossovers. XD
"So what you're telling me is you're a goddamn dead guy and because I can see you I must be dead or out or something? What the hell?"
Cid had thought that Cloud rambling about the crazy shit he saw in the Lifestream was freaky-fucking-weird, but this had to take the cake. First thing tomorrow morning he was going to stop adding that little extra in his tea.
The man smirked. "You must be Al-Bhed."
"And you must be a--" that was a Wute coat, for sure, oh god were they related, "--Valentine." Only one type of smug bastard walked around in gaudy red coat-cloak whatchamacallit.
The man seemingly ignored the comment. "We must find the farplane now, we are off course."
Hopefully he would wake up soon. He had a very small quota for obtuse-rambly-destiny sorts, and it was already quite full.
---
Cid learned pretty damn quick not to touch the jug, even if being semi-deadified made him really thirsty.
---
"You have any coordinates for this FARplane of yours or is it just, I don't know, yonder?" The second thing he was going to do after having plain tea tomorrow morning was deck Cloud for adding words like 'yonder' into his vocabulary.
The man snorted.
"No no no, none of this not talking shit, Wute Valentine, I'm either comatose or really fucking out right now and I don't want any attitude!"
"If you spent more time looking and less time complaining, we would have found it by now."
---
The second thing Cid learned pretty quick was that arm he kept tucked was most certainly not broken and getting cuffed by it fucking hurt.
---
"Have you lived a good life, Al-Bhed?"
Eventually even all-go-no-quit had to sit down. Cid's sense of thirst had faded, like a lot of sensations, and he was starting to get a little freaked out.
"Had? I'm not dead." Not fucking ready to be anyway.
"You eventually get used to it."
"Now listen here, I don't know WHAT your deal is, but I've still got shit to do." And people.
He got up then, shouldering the humorless bastard brand Hugeass Sword and pointing off into the horizon that didn't seem to have any twilight.
"You will make a fine ghost."
---
The most important thing Cid learned was that being sat on was an effective tactic for immobility.
---
"Alright, what'd you do to get in here."
Wute Valentine seemed to find anything earnest that he said some kind of hilarious. If that snort thing could qualify as a laugh. "I was young."
"Shit, we're all young one time. And you sure don't look that young now."
"Obviously ghosts age."
Cid scuffed his boot in the dirt. "Ya got a name or am I going to make one up for you?"
"Auron."
"Captain Cid F. Highwind."
"Long name."
"And you've got a huge sword, we've all got something."
Alright, maybe not an entirely humorless bastard, judging by the smirk.
---
He wanted to know if all ghosts were like Auron, or if he was just that kind of lucky. At least there were war stories--as much as a pilot and a whatever-the-hell he meant by monk could tell them.
---
"The sea."
Auron had a habit of starting phrases as if he'd been talking, but silently, like Cid was supposed to keep up with some internal monologue conversation. Of course, as far as psychos he knew went, he kind of preferred to not hear the crazy shit and stick to the facts.
"Yeah, what about it?"
"You have to go back to the source, I think. You remember being in water, right?"
"...Come to think of it... yeah."
"Then we'll go."
Strong grip. Whatever killed him had to have been seriously badass.
"Hey, hey, wait Auron, don't fucking toss me in there. Let's think about this for a moment. I mean, how the hell did you die anyway, maybe I could get used to this and shit."
"I died making promises, Cid. It's not for everyone."
Either by distraction technique or because everyone was fucking gay or something Cid realized he was kissing a goddamn guy.
And then and then...
"Cid!"
"I'M NOT GAY."
Cloud blinked at him, a couple inches from his face. Wait.
"You're not Auron."
"Who's Auron?"
Sand. Oh fucking hell, he was on a beach. A quick glance around and there was Tifa, and Red, and...
"Did I drown or something?"
"Almost," Tifa said, "Cloud pulled you out and got the water out of your lungs, we were really worried for a while. Didn't know you couldn't swim."
"Hey maybe you should write our your will in case you almost die again and stuff, gotta leave your Materia to someone." Yuffie.
And Cloud still seemed offended. Fucking great.
"I... that was just really goddamn weird. Can we get the hell out of here?"
---
He looked it up in the Cosmo library, because everyone else had shit to do and something like a ghost compelled him.
"Son of a bitch."
A long time ago, before they started using Mako and when churches were something more than ruins. Cid kind of wanted to laugh at the picture, which had been pulled from some really old type of recording device that no longer worked.
Auron, some pirate guy, and some dude dressed like a flower. Everyone looked weird back then.
"Next time," he said to no one in particular, "I lead."
Characters/Pairings: Auron/Cid (ha ha, mildly)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Cid, death, and some dude named Auron.
Notes: For
muggy_mountain. Title is a play on "The Ghost and Mrs. Muir". I love crossovers. XD"So what you're telling me is you're a goddamn dead guy and because I can see you I must be dead or out or something? What the hell?"
Cid had thought that Cloud rambling about the crazy shit he saw in the Lifestream was freaky-fucking-weird, but this had to take the cake. First thing tomorrow morning he was going to stop adding that little extra in his tea.
The man smirked. "You must be Al-Bhed."
"And you must be a--" that was a Wute coat, for sure, oh god were they related, "--Valentine." Only one type of smug bastard walked around in gaudy red coat-cloak whatchamacallit.
The man seemingly ignored the comment. "We must find the farplane now, we are off course."
Hopefully he would wake up soon. He had a very small quota for obtuse-rambly-destiny sorts, and it was already quite full.
---
Cid learned pretty damn quick not to touch the jug, even if being semi-deadified made him really thirsty.
---
"You have any coordinates for this FARplane of yours or is it just, I don't know, yonder?" The second thing he was going to do after having plain tea tomorrow morning was deck Cloud for adding words like 'yonder' into his vocabulary.
The man snorted.
"No no no, none of this not talking shit, Wute Valentine, I'm either comatose or really fucking out right now and I don't want any attitude!"
"If you spent more time looking and less time complaining, we would have found it by now."
---
The second thing Cid learned pretty quick was that arm he kept tucked was most certainly not broken and getting cuffed by it fucking hurt.
---
"Have you lived a good life, Al-Bhed?"
Eventually even all-go-no-quit had to sit down. Cid's sense of thirst had faded, like a lot of sensations, and he was starting to get a little freaked out.
"Had? I'm not dead." Not fucking ready to be anyway.
"You eventually get used to it."
"Now listen here, I don't know WHAT your deal is, but I've still got shit to do." And people.
He got up then, shouldering the humorless bastard brand Hugeass Sword and pointing off into the horizon that didn't seem to have any twilight.
"You will make a fine ghost."
---
The most important thing Cid learned was that being sat on was an effective tactic for immobility.
---
"Alright, what'd you do to get in here."
Wute Valentine seemed to find anything earnest that he said some kind of hilarious. If that snort thing could qualify as a laugh. "I was young."
"Shit, we're all young one time. And you sure don't look that young now."
"Obviously ghosts age."
Cid scuffed his boot in the dirt. "Ya got a name or am I going to make one up for you?"
"Auron."
"Captain Cid F. Highwind."
"Long name."
"And you've got a huge sword, we've all got something."
Alright, maybe not an entirely humorless bastard, judging by the smirk.
---
He wanted to know if all ghosts were like Auron, or if he was just that kind of lucky. At least there were war stories--as much as a pilot and a whatever-the-hell he meant by monk could tell them.
---
"The sea."
Auron had a habit of starting phrases as if he'd been talking, but silently, like Cid was supposed to keep up with some internal monologue conversation. Of course, as far as psychos he knew went, he kind of preferred to not hear the crazy shit and stick to the facts.
"Yeah, what about it?"
"You have to go back to the source, I think. You remember being in water, right?"
"...Come to think of it... yeah."
"Then we'll go."
Strong grip. Whatever killed him had to have been seriously badass.
"Hey, hey, wait Auron, don't fucking toss me in there. Let's think about this for a moment. I mean, how the hell did you die anyway, maybe I could get used to this and shit."
"I died making promises, Cid. It's not for everyone."
Either by distraction technique or because everyone was fucking gay or something Cid realized he was kissing a goddamn guy.
And then and then...
"Cid!"
"I'M NOT GAY."
Cloud blinked at him, a couple inches from his face. Wait.
"You're not Auron."
"Who's Auron?"
Sand. Oh fucking hell, he was on a beach. A quick glance around and there was Tifa, and Red, and...
"Did I drown or something?"
"Almost," Tifa said, "Cloud pulled you out and got the water out of your lungs, we were really worried for a while. Didn't know you couldn't swim."
"Hey maybe you should write our your will in case you almost die again and stuff, gotta leave your Materia to someone." Yuffie.
And Cloud still seemed offended. Fucking great.
"I... that was just really goddamn weird. Can we get the hell out of here?"
---
He looked it up in the Cosmo library, because everyone else had shit to do and something like a ghost compelled him.
"Son of a bitch."
A long time ago, before they started using Mako and when churches were something more than ruins. Cid kind of wanted to laugh at the picture, which had been pulled from some really old type of recording device that no longer worked.
Auron, some pirate guy, and some dude dressed like a flower. Everyone looked weird back then.
"Next time," he said to no one in particular, "I lead."
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I love Cid's growlyness, and the tea thing, and oh, Auron, your badass quotient is ever higher. ♥ Also I am dying at Cid thinking Auron's another Vincent.
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