New Story! Cid and Vincent and Cloud!
Character(s): Cid Highwind / Vincent Valentine / Cloud Strife
Disclaimer: As much as I may like to, I don't own any of these guys.
Word count: 1,237
Author Notes: I had a dream and this is what happened. I woke up and wrote it all down. I actually had to edit very little of it. It is a college AU that has some implications of Cid/Vincent and maybe if it had continued it could have developed into a Cid/Vincent/Cloud... But you can figure that out for yourselves.
By the way, if anyone wants to continue this, or better yet, turn it into a full fic instead of a oneshot, they are welcome to! I would love to read it, though, so please tell me!
Cloud stomped up the last flight of stairs, feeling very heavy and ungainly next to Vincent Valentine, the school's top swimmer. Vincent was 2 years older than Cloud (who was only a freshman), and his body was lithe, as a swimmer's must be, and slender but strong. Vincent was somewhat of a celebrity among the students, so Cloud already knew that since Vincent's family was relatively poor; he had gotten into Nomura University on scholarship for his swimming skill. Cloud, who was also there on scholarship, but for his kendo, hadn't seen Vincent swim yet, but he had been likened to a mermaid due to how he slid effortlessly through the water and performed usually difficult maneuvers with ease and grace. Cloud glanced at the man next to him.
Vincent was fair skinned with lustrous, obsidian hair that went just past his shoulders. His eyes were hazel but were so light, they looked amber. Cloud had heard that they flashed crimson when Vincent was angry…
Finally, they reached a long hall of doors. Numbers were painted on them and Cloud pulled the paper with the room number out of his pocket and read "514" aloud. He realized a moment too late that of course Vincent knew what their room number was! He had been there for 2 years already! Cloud felt his cheeks heat, but Vincent thankfully didn't comment on it. At the far end of the hall, Cloud got his first look at his new dorm.
Vincent pulled a small key from his pocket and opened the door.
It opened onto a living area, and Cloud could see a kitchenette off to one side. On a couch, Cloud saw a man with spiky blond hair, like his own, but shorter. Vincent left the door open halfway and moved into the room, herding Cloud to sit in a chair across from the man lying on the couch. Cloud looked around the room as Vincent hung his keys on a hook near the door. The dorm was tidy, but one could tell that people lived there. In a corner of the room, there was a table covered in what appeared to be parts of a disassembled engine, and as he glanced into the kitchenette, Cloud noticed a few unwashed dishes by the sink.
His gaze returned to Vincent; the dark haired man leaned over the man on the couch (who Cloud concluded must be asleep if he hadn't moved by now) and whispered something in his ear. Cloud didn't catch it, but the spiky haired, no-longer-sleeping man sprung up off the couch, rage and indignation clear on his face… only to turn to confusion.
Vincent released a low laugh that the man winced at. Turning to Vincent, he asked "Reno didn't…" Laugh calming into silence, though a smile remained, the swimmer answered "no, Reno didn't steal Shera." The blonde was not quite as tall as Vincent (though it was close) and broad shouldered. His skin was nicely tanned, and Cloud could see the muscles gliding smoothly under it. The man's eyes closed in palpable relief, and he sank back down to the couch. 'His car', Vincent mouthed at Cloud. Cloud let a small smile curl his lips.
"You know, Vincent, one of these days, you'll get tired of doing that."
Vincent's smile widened. "Perhaps. But not today."
The man opened his eyes and scowled at his roommate. His gaze finally settled on Cloud.
"Who's he?" the man asked Vincent, jerking a thumb at the blonde seated in the chair.
"Cid, this is Cloud, our new roommate. Cloud, this is -"
"Cid Highwind's the name," he interrupted. "I'm a mechanic. Build and restore cars as a hobby." Cid seemed like a very straightforward guy.
"Cloud. Cloud Strife. I don't know what I'm going to major in yet, but I'm here on scholarship for my kendo."
"No major, eh? You a freshman?"
Cid grunted in acknowledgement and nothing more was said about it. Cloud had been a bit apprehensive when he found out his roommates would be a junior and a senior, but now that he had met them, he felt that they were going to get along fine.
"So, Cloud, you want something to drink? Got grape soda," Vincent said.
"Grape's okay, but what else do you have?"
Vincent, who was standing in the refrigerator, smiled. "Got root beer and strawberry, although I'm not sure Cid will give up his strawberry…"
"Hell, why not?" Cid interjected. "I like you, Cloud. You seem pretty alright."
Cloud smiled at Cid and said "thanks. A strawberry then."
Vincent walked over and handed Cloud a can of strawberry pop before walking over to Cid, handing him another and sitting next to him on the couch. Much to Cloud's surprise, Vincent turned and put his legs in Cid's lap before he opened his grape soda. Cid didn't even react to it; he just pulled out a cigarette and lit up.
"Aw, Cid! You said you were quitting!" Vincent nearly whined as he kicked Cid in the side gently.
"I will; I will…" Cid groaned, but he put out the newly lit cigarette.
"If I can't smoke, then I'm going back to sleep," Cid groused. Vincent didn't move; he just took another sip of his soda. Cloud watched their interaction.
Somewhat perturbed, Cid added "so… leave. I want to sleep." Vincent still made no movement, but he did comment "what's stopping you? I'm comfortable enough as it is."
He suddenly found himself making cozy with the floor. Cid had pushed his roommate off of him and the couch; miraculously, Vincent hadn't spilled a drop of his soda.
Cid stretched out once again and simply said "don't bother me. I'm sleeping." Vincent rolled his eyes and stood.
"Well, Cloud? What are you going to do now?"
"Well… I need to pick up a few more books, but I don't where to go. Could you tell me where -"
Vincent interrupted. "I'll take you, since somebody -" Here he stopped to glare at Cid, who didn't respond, "is being moody and a pain just because I'm trying to help him stop an annoying and sickness causing habit."
Cid flipped Vincent off.
"You wish you pain in the ass."
Cid turned and looked at Vincent with a smirk. "You wish I was a pain in your ass."
Vincent didn't respond; he just grabbed his keys and ushered Cloud out of the door, closing and locking it. As they walked, Cloud worked up the nerve to comment on what had just happened.
"Hey, Vincent, I don't want to seem too forward here, but -"
"Just say it, Cloud. If we're going to be living together, we need to be able to talk."
"Alright. Well, to be honest, you and Cid… didn't really seem like just friends. You seemed more like… a couple."
Vincent just smiled, but it was secretive and small. "That why a lot of the girls, and some of the guys, too, know us as 'Slash' and 'Story.'"
Cloud was confused for a moment before it clicked. "Oh, I see; because if you were together, it would be a slash story."
They said nothing else for a while before Cloud's curiosity forced him to ask.
"So… are you?"
Vincent stopped and looked at him for a long moment. A slow smirk covered his face. "That, you'll just have to figure out on your own."