These magic moments...

Breakfast...the most important meal of the goddamn day...

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This is kinda fun to write. It's a snowy day here and I'm remembering why I love Cid. I'm thinking of posting some new chapters to my very old Cid/Vin stuff. Well have to see.

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Cid woke in the morning with the light hitting his eyes.

He groaned and rubbed his face. Cid was sure it later than his usual time for rising.
Still too damn early in his estimation. He sure felt tired this morning.

Up he got, pulling on his pants, his next thing to be done was light a smoke.

Good morning nicotine! He inhaled and and loved it with a happy sigh.

Then began the early morning smokers hack.

How attractive.

Cid wondered why it was more important then actually doing his fly up on his pants..or say brushing his teeth?

Shaking his head at himself, he went in to the bathroom for a piss. With the cigarette between his teeth he stood in front of the toilet. Oh...the relief as the urine spilled into the bowl. Now he was better. He was almost awake and refreshed as a man could be. Good enough to start his goal.

Today was going to be the day he put his not so well thought out plan of watching Vincent. As he pulled on the rest of his clothes,Cid wondered what he would do if he found what he was looking for from Vincent, how the hell would he be able to attract him?
Cid wasn't exactly the most...mannerly person to put it mildly. He'd been alone so long he was pretty set in his ways. From the little he'd seen of Vincent he guessed he never did anything most men did. Like burp for instance. Cid smiled at the belching contest he and Barret had at Tifa's Bar one night. They had played pool drank beer, then went off to a stripper bar where they met Reno and Rude. He remembered the talk with Reno and Rude he'd had about women. Well..with Reno anyways..Rude said nothing as usual. Another weird one. Reno had a interesting view on chicks when he drank. On life in general actually.Too bad they were the enemy. Cid sighed with a smirk. Drinking with enemy. How that would make Cloud's panties bunch into knots!

He couldn't even imagine Vincent doing anything like that.

His smoke was done. As he crushed it out he sighed very deeply. Too much to think about too early in the morning. Too many people with their agendas making him do their bidding. It didn't make him feel like the "Boss" very much.

Having the ship so full of people was almost painful for him if it weren't for having Vincent to ogle. He was sure it was only because the man was so damn mysterious and intriguing. Like a spell was put on him.

He shrugged at it, and stomped off to begin his day.

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Breakfast.

On the Highwind it mean what ever the cook made served at 7 am. Not the best of food, but certainly not the worst either.

If you weren't there for mealtimes, you went without. Period.

Cid arrived to the breakfast line to see he was the last in line. He was goddamned if he would not get to eat. He was the Captain after all. He grumbled at the end of the line until he made it to the cook who was serving out the food.

A defiant look from the cook and a scoop of barely warm scrambled eggs fell on his tray. Cid eyes his tray in fury,then glared at the cook. No bacon..no toast..no pancakes..just eggs.

Cid hated eggs.

He gave the cook his best look of death...

A shrug and a " shoulda got here sooner." was all he got for his trouble. The cook was used to Cid and his temper.

Cid cursed and went for the coffee.

All was left was a half a cup. No cream and barely a teaspoon of sugar. Shit!

As he made his way to the rows of tables he noticed with between he regular crew and the extra group there wasn't much room left for him.

Now he was really getting pissed! He was ready to throw the tray and to hell with breakfast when he heard a quiet voice say.

"Captain, there's room here for you if you want."

Cid's eyes fell on the owner of the voice. Vincent was sitting near him. Elbows resting on the table holding a cup of coffee in his gloved hands. His half eaten tray pushed away from him.

Cid stood still for a second. A bit stunned, then recovered moving to sit facing Vincent.

"Thanks Vince" Was all he said before he began to eat. He'd been a bit rattled by this, and was in a bit of a turmoil trying to figure out why a simple sentence had caused it. Then he had to work on trying to look like nothing was wrong.

All the while Vincent had his eyes on him. It was unnerving to Cid. He was supposed to be watching Vincent, not the other way around.

Cid tried to keep the uneasy feeling under control by shoveling food into his mouth.
"Do you even taste your food?"

The question floated at him over his thoughts. He glanced up at Vincent who looked quite amused. Almost like he was smiling? Was he seeing right.

Sitting up some and swallowing his mouthful, Cid said. "Yeah, I guess your right. I do shovel food into my mouth like I never eat. Not much left for me today. My fault for sleeping in and making it to the ass end of the chow line."

Vincent raised an eyebrow at that, Then looked down at his discarded tray. "Here, It's mostly untouched. You can have mine."

He push it a little towards Cid. Then went back to drinking his coffee. He watched Cid over the rim of the cup.

Cid looked from the tray to Vincent. For the first time he noticed Vincents eyes. He knew they were red, but up close they were like many different reds layered together. He stared for a moment, noticing how the white of the cup so close to his face made them look even redder.

Under his stare, Vincent frowned a bit, then put his cup down.

"No?"

Cid shook his stare away. "Uh.. Yeah, Vince, thanks.." He slid the tray to him and picked at the food. He made a face. It was stone cold.

Vincent was watching him again.

"Maybe they can heat it up for you? It's cold because I was first in line. I've been in here for a while now."

Cid took a swig of his coffee. Vincent was making conversation with him?

He went back to shoveling his food. Who cares if it was cold? It was gone in a record amount of time. Cid had shit that needed his attention.

Cid sat back and rubbed his stomach. He downed his coffee in a gulp. Yuck! Cold coffee now too?

He glanced about the room. When had everyone left? It was just him and Vincent. The only noise was the regular hum of the ship.

Vincent put his cup down. "Are you busy to day?"

"Yeah, got a few things to do. Some regular maintenance shit. Work in the boiler room."

"Ah."

Vincent rose. "I'll leave you to it then,Captain." With that he rose and walked away.

Cid sat watching him go. Wishing the cape wasn't in the way of checking out Vincents ass. As he walked, Cid noticed Vincent had a great walk.

Damn big red cape.It covered everything.

'Hmm interesting.' Cid smiled to himself

Cid wondered what to do now. Vincent seemed wiling enough to talk a bit. Maybe later he should seek him out for more. See where it went.

With that Cid himself left. Things were looking up.

Time for a smoke.

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Geez I hope this is ok. Chapter 3 later tonight.