On The Edge Of Chaos

On The Edge Of Chaos

Vincent had seemed off today and Cid just couldn’t place why. He’d noticed that Vincent had seemed bothered for the last few days and summed it up to his withdrawn stoic ways. Never had the pilot remembered his lover acting so uncharacteristically. On top of his curiosity, deep down Cid was really worried and somewhat frightened.

That morning the blonde woke and began to make breakfast or something close it, he was by no means a cook. Halfway through Vincent stumbled in yawning, not too gracefully sitting down at the table. Cid fumbled over a few words trying to hold a simple conversation still not fully awake himself.
“Shut up.” Vincent’s voice was a whisper but Cid heard it and turned around to face the gunner.
“Vincent?” He asked questioningly but got a glare as a reply. Shrugging Cid turned back to the bacon he was frying.
“Why must you always do that?” The snide remark cut deep into Cid’s heart.
“I’m sorry Vincent but what are you talking about?” The pilot stood still trying hard to be patient and took a deep breath.
“Never mind. You wouldn’t get it anyway.” The gunner sighed heavily and the blonde remained facing the stove. The rest of breakfast was finished in uneasy silence, the pilot casually smoking a cigarette. Once the food was dished out Cid set his and Vincent’s place down. The gunman looked precariously at the food for second before his features grew angry.
“What the hell is this?” Cid sighed finally at his breaking point.
“What the hell do you think it is Vince. Its breakfast so eat it and shut the fuck up.” Cid was totally unprepared for what happened next. Vincent stood abruptly, picking up his plate and threw it down in front of the pilot. Vincent’s plate shattered as it hit his and before Cid could get mad the gunner was beside him. Crimson eyes locked dangerously on Azure and the blonde found himself being held by the wrists with unrealistic force.
“Clean it up.” Vincent growled and if possible squeezed tighter. Pain erupted into the wrist being gripped and cut by the gauntlet.
“Vin. Stop it your hurting me.” Cid tried to keep his voice level while he attempted to pull away. This only seemed to anger the gunman because Vincent suddenly slung the shorter man to the side. Trying desperately not to fall Cid flung out his hands toward the floor but his wrists gave away making him hit his head on the edge of the counter. Already feeling the blood trickle down his forehead he sat down in the floor placing the hand that had not been held by the gauntlet over the gash. By now Cid was shaking just a little partially in fear, pain, and anger, though he would have never admitted it.
“Cid? I‘m sorry.” Vincent’s voice had taken on a frightened tone and when he looked up he found wide fearful crimson eyes.
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” He stumbled over his words as he rushed toward the pilot but stopped when Cid began the shy away for him. Backing himself up against the wall incase Vincent wasn’t over his temper tantrum yet he held his breath. The wrist that had been held by the gauntlet throbbed horribly making him wince as blood dripped onto his shirt from the tiny cuts.
“ You ok now Vin?” The aviator’s voice was lace with discomfort and concern.
“Cid don’t worry about me. Are you ok? Let me help you.” Cid gave a snort.
“I sure as hell am gonna worry about you. If I let you come over here are you gonna freak out and hurt me again?” Vincent hung his head in shame his heart nearly breaking.
“I can’t explain why I did what I did but it will never happen again. I promise.” Cid nodded and allowed the gunman to approach him with a cloth that he had picked up off the counter.
“Vin are your demons bothering you?” Crimson eyes were gazing at the cut above his left eyebrow but narrowed at the question.
“No.” His reply was simple but Cid didn’t buy it.
“Well maybe its subconscious.” Vincent raised an eyebrow in surprise.
“I didn’t even know you knew a word that big Highwind.”
“Oh. Ha ha.”
“Cid the cut on your head isn’t too deep. I think it will be alright. So let me see your wrist.” Cid sighed offering up his arm. Vincent gently caressed the abused skin each in turn that was already turning a dark shade of blue and purple placing a soft kisses on the insides.
“I’m so sorry. What can I say to you to make up for this.” Cid gave him a gentle smile, there was only one thing he needed.
“Tell me you love me.” Vincent smiled back leaning forward so that his lips brushed his lovers as he spoke.
“I love you.” Vincent’s kiss was deep and sweet and it demanded Cid’s attention. Finally breaking apart after what seemed like ages they stood and the ebony hair man walked over to the table.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll clean it up.” Cid quickly dropped the bloody cloth into the sink.
“I wasn’t going to that’s your job remember.” Cid spun around uncertainly. Vincent swung his arm knocking everything off the table the plates shattering even more, and took a few steps toward the aviator getting right in his face. Cid felt as if he was glued to the spot, his brain was telling his feet to move but he remain still.
“I suggest you get it cleaned up now rather than later.” With that Vincent walked into the living room and picked up a book. Cid went ahead and cleaned the kitchen not wanting the usually stoic gunman to freak out again. After the deed was done Cid found himself in his current position, lazing under the tiny Bronco mind full of thoughts, his wrist propped lightly across his chest. A warm breeze blew the grass he was laying on making it tickle the sides of his ears and he sighed heavily trying to breath out all his concerns. As he yawned his wrist gave another throb, it hurt but not as much as his heart. Cid didn’t know how to help his lover with the demons but he knew one thing. That no matter what happened he would always stay with Vincent and how could he not, Vincent was the only real family he had. Sure there were the other members of Avalanche but they were friends not family. The sun was beginning to beat down making even the shade warm signaling to the blonde it was past noon. Just when his about to get up he heard the sound of foot steps coming closer. Deciding quickly he remained lying down on his back he waited for the almost dreaded moment.
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