What's In A Name?

What’s In a Name?
A FFVII Fanfic by Kissy-Chan

AN: This is set after FFVII: AC, but before DoC. Just fun, silly fluff, and the weird nature of names...and what happens when they translate from Japanese to English. :) Lemon Fresh, as I usually write. Oh, and this has nothing to do with my other emo-fest FFVII fics. XP

I don’t own Cid, Shera, FFVII, He-Man, She-Ra, or anything worth a fart in a windstorm.

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Bed.

Cid lay spread-eagled--half naked, in his boxer shorts--across their queen-sized futon. He snored fit to raise the dead. Shera sighed to herself, and shook her head ruefully as she picked up after her husband. Funny thing, that was. She never, in a million billion years, expected to marry this boorish, coarse, swearing crank-pot. She smiled to herself. He made it worthwhile, though. Life with him had its moments--and it wasn’t a dull life, to be certain. And their sex life was nothing to sneeze at, either...

She extinguished the lights in their bedroom, changed into a nightgown, and clambered into bed. She was ready for a good, long rest. The Sierra was giving Cid grief, and--of course--his pet engineer was taking the brunt of his surliness. She was able to calm him down most of the time, but today--sheesh. He bawled and ranted and clomped around the decks of the Sierra and screamed and roared at the crew. Since most of the Sierra was automated, Cid mostly ranted at Shera and Sykes, the pilot that had apprenticed under Cid since the Highwind was functional.

Poor Sykes. He took Cid’s punishing rants with nary a whimper. Shera knew Sykes well enough to know that it wasn’t fear that caused him to do that. Sykes idolized Cid. And, of course, since Cid was a numbskull, he never caught on to that.

Shera pulled the sheets to her chin, and snuggled into the soft down of the mattress. She nearly dropped off to sleep, when a wheezing, garbled grunt emanated from the other side of the bed.

"Uhmm...gnurf ubla god-damned Sierra...urrgh flarney stupid fuckin’ turbine...unnh...zzzzz..."

Shera squeezed her golden eyes shut and laughed silently, so as not to disturb Cid. She laughed so hard, however, that the bed shook. Cid woke with a start, and glared at Shera. "Aw...wha’fuck, Shera?"

Unable to control her mirth, she fizzed with laughter. "Oh...you were talking in your sleep again."

"Uhm." Cid crimsoned, and scratched his mop of blond hair. "I didn’t say anything...uh, incriminatin’, this time...did I?"

Shera’s ribs creaked. She knew what Cid was talking about. The last time he talked in his sleep (and she was there to witness it) he had been moaning Tifa’s name and was sporting an enormous erection. It didn’t make Shera angry; in fact, it had the opposite effect. She had nearly died laughing. When Shera had playfully grabbed his cock, he had woken with a jolt and came all over the place.

Shera shook her head; a small, enigmatic smile creased her face. "No, not this time. You were bitching about the turbines again. You need to give the Sierra a rest, Lord Cid."

Cid grinned. When Shera was being particularly playful, she called him that. There was no reason why she called him Lord Cid; she called him that in the heat of battle one day, and it stuck. He reached over and caressed her thigh. "Oh yeah? And what the fuck would you know about it, ya wench?"

"Hmmm." Shera rolled over to Cid’s side of the bed, and hiked up her nightgown. She straddled him, and smiled archly to his eyes. She leaned forward invitingly, and placed her hands on his bare chest. He sighed lustily, because, by damn, he knew what was coming next. Both hands were on her hips now. What did come next surprised the hell out of him.

Shera reached over to the nightstand, and grabbed Cid’s goggles. She perched them on her forehead, a’la Cid, and placed her hands on her hips."Now...you must all bow down to Lord Cid!" Shera slowly pulled the nightgown over her head, and ground her hips almost painfully against his crotch.

He gasped, and laughed. He tried to make a grab at her breasts, but she slapped his hand away. "No!" Shera waggled her finger in Cid’s face. "Lord Cid didn’t give you permission...on your knees, wench. Show your lord and master how you feel, by worshipping at his feet!"

Cid laughed through his indignant expression. "Hey! I’m not like that!"

Shera tossed her wealth of chestnut hair, laughed, and then regained her haughty, imperious expression. "Now, wench! Do my royal penis, just as I like it, and I will reciprocate by passing out on you right after!"

Cid’s jaw dropped. "I don’t do that!"

Shera raised one shaking finger in the air, and her breasts jiggled fetchingly. "Yes! Worship me, woman! Worship me and praise my name...Lord Cidney!"

Cid’s eyes widened to the point of comic proportions, his jaw dropped to his breastbone, and he laughed uproariously; he laughed so hard he threw Shera off his lap. He cackled from deep within his chest, and wiped tears of mirth from his eyes. "Cidney? Cidney? Where the fuck did that come from?"

Shera’s mouth opened, then closed. "Cidney’s...not your full name?"

"Cidney? Gods, Shera, I think I might’ve hung myself a long time ago, if that was my name."

Shera huffed, and put her hands on her hips. "Well then, what the hell is it?"

Cid looked at her as if she was the stupidest creature that walked the skin of Gaia. "Uhh...Shido. Shido Highwind."

It was Shera’s turn to give a look of incredulity. "How the hell do you get ‘Cid’ out of ‘Shido’?"

Cid shrugged. "I dunno. Mom loved all things Wutaiian, and she gave me a Wutaiian name. Everyone called me Shido, except for my Gramps. Gramps called me Cid since I was little, and I guess it stuck." He glared at her, mock-menacingly. "Got a problem with that?"

"No, Shido," said Shera with a laugh. She climbed onto his lap again, and nipped at his chest. “Well, then, Shido-Sama, where were we?"

Cid wasn’t ready to give up the ghost, not yet. He never had the opportunity to make Shera look dumb, so he was going to take advantage of this situation. “I can’t believe you didn’t know that, Miss Know-It-All,” he sneered, as he reached for the nightstand. He grabbed her glasses, and perched them on his own nose. He looked absurd, because the glasses magnified his already large, luminous blue eyes. He tugged them down to the tip of his nose, like Shera wore them, and jammed his clasped hands under his chin and batted his eyelashes outrageously. He spoke in a mocking falsetto.


“Hi! My name’s Shera! I’m the smartest girl in the world! I’m a smart-ass! Oh yeah, I have the smartest ass in the world!” Cid reached around, and grabbed Shera’s ass again. “Oh, Lord Cid! You are the center of the universe! My level of intelligence is so much bigger-er than everyone else’s level of intelligence! But I am nothing compared to you! Oh, Lord Cid…”


“Lord Cid indeed,” said Shera sardonically. “You think I’m the only one that can’t spell around here?”


His eyes goggled behind the magnifying specs. “Huh? What’s that s’posed ta mean?”


Shera grinned. “It was lovely to name the new ship after me…Shido…”

Cid nodded, and drew her closer. He nuzzled her neck. “Damn right, woman!”

Shera leaned into his ministrations with a sigh of contentment. That was the spot, but she had to focus…focus, dammit! She pushed him away from her exposed throat. “Hrmm…you know how to spell Shera, huh? Spell it for me.”


“You think I’m a fuckin’ dolt or somethin’? Gods Shera…” Cid shook his head, and relented.
“Fine, fine…S-I-E-R-R-A. Okay?”

Shera laughed. “Okay. I guess that’s why you spelled my name wrong on the ship as well, huh?"

Cid blinked slowly. “Um…that’s not how ya spell yer name?”


Shera’s eyebrows cocked sarcastically. “No Cid, it’s not.”


Cid stared blankly to the far corner of the room, then brought his gaze back to Shera. “How do ya spell it, then?”

Shera rolled her eyes dramatically. “S-H-E-R-A. Easy enough to remember, right…Shido?”


His eyebrows shot to his hairline. “You spell your name like He-Man’s cousin?”


Shera couldn’t help but laugh. She nibbled on his earlobe, and drew her fingernails over his scalp. She felt his cock stiffen under her, and she maneuvered herself to accommodate him. “Yes, Cid. I spell my name like He-Man’s cousin.”

Cid slid his goggles off Shera’s head, and removed the spectacles from his own countenance. He slid his shorts off, pushed her to the bed, and climbed atop her. “Do ya get ta ride a rainbow-colored unicorn, and kill bad guys with the fuckin’ Bread-Maker of Doom like She-Ra does?”

Powerful legs came up and squeezed his hips. “She-Ra doesn’t ride—tcha, never mind. That’s not the point.”

The bed creaked as he rolled his hips and slid into her—slow, the way they both liked it. He sighed deeply, and smiled into her eyes. “What’s yer point, then, She-Ra?” He caught one of her nipples in his mouth, teeth teasing the sensitive skin. He grinned, and then his body stuttered slightly as she moaned deeply.


“I’ve already made it, Shido,” she countered, breathless, as she moved underneath him, an undulating counter-beat to his measured, unhurried tempo. “I just want to make sure you won’t mess up anyone else’s name.”

Small, sure hands wound their way through Cid’s hair, and he grunted deeply, sonorously. He turned his head, and gently closed his teeth on one porcelain-like hand. “Umm…and who’s name would I mess up after screwin’ yers up so bad…She-Ra?”


She trailed her hands down his muscular back. She gazed into his eyes, and grinned impishly. “Your child’s name…Cid.”


“I don’t have any kids, Sh…” He stopped, stopped dead in his tracks. “Whatcha sayin’, Shera?” All traces of playfulness were gone. Cid looked at Shera closely. “Is whatcha tellin’ me true, Darlin’?”


She nodded without saying a word. He kissed her then, kissed her deeply, and all else was forgotten except for the beating of two hearts.

Make that three hearts.

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Much, much later, when the messengers of the dawn sang their trilling welcomes to Sol, Shera snuggled closer to Cid. She wrapped an arm across his chest, and he rested his head against hers. He was slipping into slumber, when he heard his wife’s lilting, bell-like voice follow him to the land of Nod.

“Cid? What do you want to name the baby, if it’s a boy?” He heard, even in sleep, the playful tone of her voice.


He grunted sleepily. “Whaddya think, woman? We’re gonna name ‘im Shido. Like his old man.”


OWARI

Awww. I love fluff. I love WAFF fics. This was a lot of fun, and it’s a nice change from ‘my life sucks, where’s my Mag, I wanna blow my fuckin’ brains out’. There’s only so much angst you can write. So…meaningless fluff all around!

Some notes on the continuity of FFVII, and the character development of secondary characters like Shera. I’m writing this before I get to play DoC, so I’m not certain whether Captain Highwind has any children with his new wife, but…we shall see. Also, I’ve read fics where Shera is a timid little mouse, and I fucking hate it. Despite the horrific way Cid treated her in the game, I tend to think that she has a kind of hard, go-scratch-your-ass-with-a-rusty-nail attitude. Maybe she’s patterned a little after me, as I tend to pattern Cid after my husband a bit. Their mannerisms are little too close for comfort. ^^ Hope you liked.

Oh, man…I love the horrible Grish translation of FFVII. Where else would Sierra translate into Shera, and Shido into Cid? BTW, the entire garbled sleep-mumble thing is patterned directly after my husband. I’ve learned to speak fluent sleep-mud thanks to him. ^^

Mata ne!