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indiana_jTitle: Back to Back
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children
Characters: Cid, Yuffie, Vincent, Red XIII, Cait Sith, Barret
Word Count: 1,710
Rating: PG-13 (Duh, Cid ;) )
Summary: Set right after the 'reunion' scene between the characters in AC, the group winds up doing what it does best. Being a team.
Author's Notes: I, sadly, don't own FF7 or any of the characters. Unbetaed for now.
This, Cid thought to himself as he slide along the pavement, was turning out to be one hell of a fight. Despite the very real danger--'Cause if Cloud's gettin' his ass whooped by these screwballs, then we're all lookin' at bein' pushed around'--he couldn't help the slight thrill that ran down his spine. The last two years had been quiet on the fight side of things, with everyone too busy dealing with geostigma and the lack of a clear enemy, and he was realizing he missed the rush of adrenaline.
Just maybe he'd missed doing the whole teamwork thing they'd all been good at but it wasn't like he'd ever admit it.
"Get yer ugly mug back down here!" Cid yelled up to Bahamut, shaking his spear in irritation. "Goddamn fliers. What I wouldn't give for a damned ground based critter."
"Hey, Cid, give me a boost!"
That stopped him in his tracks. Grinning, he gave Yuffie a quick thumbs up before falling into a front stance. "Hurry it up then, princess, I ain't got all day," he retorted, bringing the spear back against his left shoulder and holding it tightly against his body as most of it pointed off towards the young ninja. Not a normal stance but, well, what they were doing wasn't what one would call normal, either.
The sound of foot steps suddenly ended in a quiet swoosh, followed by a not so quiet "Hiii-yah!", and Cid forced himself not to look as he braced himself.
Looking, as he had the first time they'd tried the maneuver, only ended up in him flinching and getting a face full of ninja foot. Something he tried long and hard to avoid even if he wasn't always successful. One might even say he deserved some of the hits he occasionally took, even though he kept that to himself as well.
'We got this down to a damned science,' he thought, nearly crossing his eyes in concentration.
Grunting when the spear dipped from the sudden weight, Cid locked his arms in place so he could give Yuffie a second to situate herself. When she stopped moving, he didn't even say anything and just snapped it forward as hard, as fast, as he could.
She helped by launching herself into the air, knees unlocking as she arched to grab a pole on the side of the building, whipping herself up higher and towards the action.
"Hell, that girl needs to lose some weight," Cid grumbled, rolling his shoulder as he started off at a trot, not bothering to wipe the grin off his face.
~~
The world was sideways and Yuffie tried not to watch the scenery pass as she sprinted up a wall. Just because she was able to do something like this didn't mean she liked everything about it. Recognizing the noise of her shuriken returning, she angled to the side and caught it in mid-tumble, landing in a dead run.
The others were slowly making their way up as well but they hadn't all made it up to where Bahamut was tearing the place to pieces. She probably wouldn't have been there if Cid hadn't given her the head start she needed. She grinned, sliding down a rafter.
This was fun.
It stopped being as much fun when Bahamut suddenly appeared directly in front of her, rubble and magic causing her to duck and weave as much as she could without falling off. But despite her best efforts Yuffie felt the metal underneath her feet start to crumple and buckle and her feet stumbled.
With a decision to either fall direction into the summoned creature's head--'Big, big mouth and teeth!' she thought a bit frantically--or to toss herself off the building and into the relative safety of free fall...
Cursing enough to make Cid proud of her as she fell, Yuffie tumbled through the air, paying far more attention to everything around her than earlier as she tried to find something to break her fall with. Something that wasn't Bahamut or the ground.
"Yuffie, go limp."
Vincent had to be insane but to her surprise she did as she was told forcing herself past her own instincts. Still, all the air was forced out of her lungs when they made contact and she nearly broke his one-armed grip from the speed she had been going. But his being one of the few fliers in the group of friends had taught him many things he wouldn't have learned on his own and he tumbled a bit to compensate for the extra weight before righting himself.
"Are you hurt?"
"No, but I'm upside down!" Or, well, nearly. Yuffie lightly thumped his leg with her shuriken. "Thanks for the save, Vince, but I'm good ta go!"
Sighing under his breath, he righted her and dropped her off on the nearest platform. "I've told you not to call me that."
"Sure, sure," she agreed as she ran off, distracted by their target once again and completely ignoring whatever he was saying to her.
Shaking his head, Vincent wasted no time in heading into the fight.
~~
"Come on, come on, come on," Barret grated through clenched teeth, shaking his gun wildly as it jammed. "What the hell is this? 'Better than the old thing' my ass, Cid!"
Nothing, in his opinion, was better new than old. He'd been an idiot to let Cid anywhere near his arm. The pilot was going to get one hell of a smack down when he got his hands on him. If he lived, considering he was dodging all types of damned rubble and scrambling up buildings that where God knows how many miles off the ground.
Vincent and Red flew, his ass stayed firmly on the ground.
The nice, solid, nonexploding ground.
Dodging an errant blast that looked like it was aimed for where Yuffie had been, Barret managed to grab onto the next landing with his real hand. With all the shaking going on hoisting himself up was going to be difficult but up was the way to go.
Catching a flash of red out of the corner of his eye--and coming in fast--he stopped trying to scramble up and just waited. When the neck of his shirt suddenly tightened and tugged he let go, bobbing a bit as Red tightened his jaw so he wouldn't drop him.
"Good timing," Barret yelled over the noise, barely managing not to cover his eyes as the giant cat headed upwards.
"Ye looked like ye could do with some help!" Cait Sith squeaked, hanging on as much as he could.
When they reached the next level, Red barely slowed down as he dropped off his friend, bounding away again since grouping together meant more of a target. Barret waved in thanks but then reached around back and grimaced.
"Stupid drool," he muttered. "And where the hell are Cloud and Momma? They need to get their asses up here and soon."
~~
Even with the numbers growing on their side, Vincent didn't allow himself to relax. Between his and Barret's gunshots, the sound of the shuriken slicing through the air, and Bahamut's attacks, the sound was nearly deafening and nearly distracting. Quickly reloading his weapon, he took aim again, trying to focus past the outside distractions.
It had been just Red and himself for a few harrowing minutes as everyone else made their way upwards. Not that Vincent had been all that worried for himself considering the theory that he might just possibly be immortal. He'd been more worried for Red and Cait Sith than anything else, and then Yuffie, and even after all this time it still was startling.
Worry for others...not something he was used to.
Not something he voiced in any way but his actions but sometimes even that was said too loudly for his tastes.
Bahamut was starting to get annoyed and Vincent weaved in and out of range, chunks from the monster raining down as the shots rang out. But this alone wasn't going to get the job done and he knew he was simply buying Cloud some time. They all were, really, but the other man couldn't do it without them and they all knew it.
Lost in his thoughts, he didn't see Bahamut lashing out towards him and the sharply barked "Duck, dumb ass!" took him by surprise. Managing to drop a few feet, he watched as Cid sailed out from the side, spear slamming into the paw that had nearly hit Vincent. His own metal covered hand throbbed for a second.
"Shiiiit--!" Cid was suddenly sent flying again as his living perch shook in pain and Vincent was on the move again.
Reaching out, Vincent snagged the airship pilot with his other arm and swung him around, using his momentum to fling him towards more a more solid landing. Lacking Yuffie's natural agility, and his own flight powers, the end result was not as smooth as it could have been. He landed next to Cid and looked down in amusement as the swear words spewed forth from the sprawled form.
"Goddamn it, metal britches, I think I just busted my ass." Leaning forward, a hand on the small of his back, Cid glared up at Vincent, goggles obscuring parts of his face. "If ya learned to duck this wouldn't have happened." Despite his grumbling, he let himself be hauled back on his feet.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm just fucking peachy. What between throwin' growing ninjas around and being used for a damned bowlin' ball." Cid grunted. "Oh yeah, and did I mentioned that there's a really hella giant summons runnin' around eating people?"
"You don't say?" Vincent tilted his head. "Do you think we should do something?"
"Do I--" That got him to splutter before he stopped and grinned. "You sly dog, you do have a damned sense of humor." Clapping Vincent on the shoulder, he jerked his head towards the fight. "Come on, metal britches, let's get in there before Yuffie decides she was the only one doing all the damned work."
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children
Characters: Cid, Yuffie, Vincent, Red XIII, Cait Sith, Barret
Word Count: 1,710
Rating: PG-13 (Duh, Cid ;) )
Summary: Set right after the 'reunion' scene between the characters in AC, the group winds up doing what it does best. Being a team.
Author's Notes: I, sadly, don't own FF7 or any of the characters. Unbetaed for now.
This, Cid thought to himself as he slide along the pavement, was turning out to be one hell of a fight. Despite the very real danger--'Cause if Cloud's gettin' his ass whooped by these screwballs, then we're all lookin' at bein' pushed around'--he couldn't help the slight thrill that ran down his spine. The last two years had been quiet on the fight side of things, with everyone too busy dealing with geostigma and the lack of a clear enemy, and he was realizing he missed the rush of adrenaline.
Just maybe he'd missed doing the whole teamwork thing they'd all been good at but it wasn't like he'd ever admit it.
"Get yer ugly mug back down here!" Cid yelled up to Bahamut, shaking his spear in irritation. "Goddamn fliers. What I wouldn't give for a damned ground based critter."
"Hey, Cid, give me a boost!"
That stopped him in his tracks. Grinning, he gave Yuffie a quick thumbs up before falling into a front stance. "Hurry it up then, princess, I ain't got all day," he retorted, bringing the spear back against his left shoulder and holding it tightly against his body as most of it pointed off towards the young ninja. Not a normal stance but, well, what they were doing wasn't what one would call normal, either.
The sound of foot steps suddenly ended in a quiet swoosh, followed by a not so quiet "Hiii-yah!", and Cid forced himself not to look as he braced himself.
Looking, as he had the first time they'd tried the maneuver, only ended up in him flinching and getting a face full of ninja foot. Something he tried long and hard to avoid even if he wasn't always successful. One might even say he deserved some of the hits he occasionally took, even though he kept that to himself as well.
'We got this down to a damned science,' he thought, nearly crossing his eyes in concentration.
Grunting when the spear dipped from the sudden weight, Cid locked his arms in place so he could give Yuffie a second to situate herself. When she stopped moving, he didn't even say anything and just snapped it forward as hard, as fast, as he could.
She helped by launching herself into the air, knees unlocking as she arched to grab a pole on the side of the building, whipping herself up higher and towards the action.
"Hell, that girl needs to lose some weight," Cid grumbled, rolling his shoulder as he started off at a trot, not bothering to wipe the grin off his face.
~~
The world was sideways and Yuffie tried not to watch the scenery pass as she sprinted up a wall. Just because she was able to do something like this didn't mean she liked everything about it. Recognizing the noise of her shuriken returning, she angled to the side and caught it in mid-tumble, landing in a dead run.
The others were slowly making their way up as well but they hadn't all made it up to where Bahamut was tearing the place to pieces. She probably wouldn't have been there if Cid hadn't given her the head start she needed. She grinned, sliding down a rafter.
This was fun.
It stopped being as much fun when Bahamut suddenly appeared directly in front of her, rubble and magic causing her to duck and weave as much as she could without falling off. But despite her best efforts Yuffie felt the metal underneath her feet start to crumple and buckle and her feet stumbled.
With a decision to either fall direction into the summoned creature's head--'Big, big mouth and teeth!' she thought a bit frantically--or to toss herself off the building and into the relative safety of free fall...
Cursing enough to make Cid proud of her as she fell, Yuffie tumbled through the air, paying far more attention to everything around her than earlier as she tried to find something to break her fall with. Something that wasn't Bahamut or the ground.
"Yuffie, go limp."
Vincent had to be insane but to her surprise she did as she was told forcing herself past her own instincts. Still, all the air was forced out of her lungs when they made contact and she nearly broke his one-armed grip from the speed she had been going. But his being one of the few fliers in the group of friends had taught him many things he wouldn't have learned on his own and he tumbled a bit to compensate for the extra weight before righting himself.
"Are you hurt?"
"No, but I'm upside down!" Or, well, nearly. Yuffie lightly thumped his leg with her shuriken. "Thanks for the save, Vince, but I'm good ta go!"
Sighing under his breath, he righted her and dropped her off on the nearest platform. "I've told you not to call me that."
"Sure, sure," she agreed as she ran off, distracted by their target once again and completely ignoring whatever he was saying to her.
Shaking his head, Vincent wasted no time in heading into the fight.
~~
"Come on, come on, come on," Barret grated through clenched teeth, shaking his gun wildly as it jammed. "What the hell is this? 'Better than the old thing' my ass, Cid!"
Nothing, in his opinion, was better new than old. He'd been an idiot to let Cid anywhere near his arm. The pilot was going to get one hell of a smack down when he got his hands on him. If he lived, considering he was dodging all types of damned rubble and scrambling up buildings that where God knows how many miles off the ground.
Vincent and Red flew, his ass stayed firmly on the ground.
The nice, solid, nonexploding ground.
Dodging an errant blast that looked like it was aimed for where Yuffie had been, Barret managed to grab onto the next landing with his real hand. With all the shaking going on hoisting himself up was going to be difficult but up was the way to go.
Catching a flash of red out of the corner of his eye--and coming in fast--he stopped trying to scramble up and just waited. When the neck of his shirt suddenly tightened and tugged he let go, bobbing a bit as Red tightened his jaw so he wouldn't drop him.
"Good timing," Barret yelled over the noise, barely managing not to cover his eyes as the giant cat headed upwards.
"Ye looked like ye could do with some help!" Cait Sith squeaked, hanging on as much as he could.
When they reached the next level, Red barely slowed down as he dropped off his friend, bounding away again since grouping together meant more of a target. Barret waved in thanks but then reached around back and grimaced.
"Stupid drool," he muttered. "And where the hell are Cloud and Momma? They need to get their asses up here and soon."
~~
Even with the numbers growing on their side, Vincent didn't allow himself to relax. Between his and Barret's gunshots, the sound of the shuriken slicing through the air, and Bahamut's attacks, the sound was nearly deafening and nearly distracting. Quickly reloading his weapon, he took aim again, trying to focus past the outside distractions.
It had been just Red and himself for a few harrowing minutes as everyone else made their way upwards. Not that Vincent had been all that worried for himself considering the theory that he might just possibly be immortal. He'd been more worried for Red and Cait Sith than anything else, and then Yuffie, and even after all this time it still was startling.
Worry for others...not something he was used to.
Not something he voiced in any way but his actions but sometimes even that was said too loudly for his tastes.
Bahamut was starting to get annoyed and Vincent weaved in and out of range, chunks from the monster raining down as the shots rang out. But this alone wasn't going to get the job done and he knew he was simply buying Cloud some time. They all were, really, but the other man couldn't do it without them and they all knew it.
Lost in his thoughts, he didn't see Bahamut lashing out towards him and the sharply barked "Duck, dumb ass!" took him by surprise. Managing to drop a few feet, he watched as Cid sailed out from the side, spear slamming into the paw that had nearly hit Vincent. His own metal covered hand throbbed for a second.
"Shiiiit--!" Cid was suddenly sent flying again as his living perch shook in pain and Vincent was on the move again.
Reaching out, Vincent snagged the airship pilot with his other arm and swung him around, using his momentum to fling him towards more a more solid landing. Lacking Yuffie's natural agility, and his own flight powers, the end result was not as smooth as it could have been. He landed next to Cid and looked down in amusement as the swear words spewed forth from the sprawled form.
"Goddamn it, metal britches, I think I just busted my ass." Leaning forward, a hand on the small of his back, Cid glared up at Vincent, goggles obscuring parts of his face. "If ya learned to duck this wouldn't have happened." Despite his grumbling, he let himself be hauled back on his feet.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm just fucking peachy. What between throwin' growing ninjas around and being used for a damned bowlin' ball." Cid grunted. "Oh yeah, and did I mentioned that there's a really hella giant summons runnin' around eating people?"
"You don't say?" Vincent tilted his head. "Do you think we should do something?"
"Do I--" That got him to splutter before he stopped and grinned. "You sly dog, you do have a damned sense of humor." Clapping Vincent on the shoulder, he jerked his head towards the fight. "Come on, metal britches, let's get in there before Yuffie decides she was the only one doing all the damned work."