Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ LevelHeaded ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

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..Let's make it longer, eh? I really appreciate comments.
As I said before, this is an A.U. Valenwind. The characters are not owned by me, but by Square Enix.. Or Soft.. Uh.. What's the difference, exactly? Oh well. On with the story..
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The lack of travellors enabled the ten or so remaining to enjoy the perks that come with riding in first class. After managing to snag third row seats on the left side, the mentioned Dr. Highwind (or simply Cid Highwind as his passport stated) settled down by the window. A middle seat separated himself and his traveling conpanion, Vincent Valentine.

The pair was the subject of much conversing and speculation, courtesy of the flight attendants and surrounding passengers. They all seemed to notice the handsome, yet chiseled face of Dr. Highwind. Even more intriguing were the dark, good looks of Mr. Valentine. Yet, their giggles and waggish words fell on deaf ears. In only five mintes of flight, they had both dropped off into slumber; they didn't even inquire about the in-flight movie.

Despite the foreboding weather, the plane and it's passengers landed in Midland only twenty minutes behind schedule. By some miraculous twist of fate, Cid and Vincent managed to make it through aiport security and baggae claim with few setbacks. The two headed toward the exit, eager to change from their more formal, traveling business suits and into more casual attire.

The larger Midland airport complex was crowded with throngs of people. Occasionally, Cid gruffly commanded "Get yer asses outta the way" from behind his mounds of luggage. The softer and more indifferent "Pardon me"s of Vincent were all but drowned out in the bustle of the corridors.

As the two scrambled out into the grounds of the Midland complex, they were greeted by the radiant sunlight. Sheilding his eyes with one hand, Vincent readjusted his grip on his items and wished again for the long, tangled mess of hair he once possessed. [1]

Squinting his eyes, Cid searched for the hired driver Tifa should have ordered for them. Surely she had gotten the right aiport. He only had to yell the name at her four or five times over the background noise of her vaccum.. Cid then spotted his driver and sighed out of relief.

The man, great of build, was African American. Standly awkwardly infront of a late model limousine, he looked uncomfortable in his hat and suite. Both articles of clothing seemed a tad small. In his large, burly hands, he hoisted a standard issue client card [2] bearing the names Dr. Highwind and Friend.

Vincent had also spotted the man sometime ago, and mumbled aloud the inscription of the sign. Friend. Hm. Did Cid tell them not his name, at least? He had sounded vague over the phone as he made reservations with 'an old friend'. Perhaps.. Perhaps he was too vague. He should have mentioned-

As Vincent was deep in brooding, several pieces of clothing shrapnel flew threw the air, hitting him. Gathering his own luggage closer in his arms, he stooped to gather what appeared to belong to Cid. Then he looked over his shoulder in the direction of very crude remarks. A tiny smile graced his lips. The creativity of the curses could only belong to one man.

"C'mon man. Be careful, would ya'? Knocking down a man's belongings right out of his arms." Cid's temper and shaking fists were drawing a scene. He was red in the face from yelling, and looked to be in dire need of a Cigarette.

"Cid-" Vincent began.

"Now hold on a sec. Vincent. Me an' this guy here have a bone to pick." Cid looked his shoulder and made a plaintive face.

"Cid.." Vincent said slightly louder. Narrowing his eyes, he explained, "Our driver is waiting. You and your little friend can play some other time." Turing, he strided off toward the waiting car.

With a last menacing glare, Cid let the man go- he had raised him up by his shirt collar- and quickly gathered the remainder of his luggage. "Y'know Vincent," he half shouted, half panted when he had caught up to his companion, "Two minutes and I could'a jerked a knot in that guys' tail! It would teach'em fer being so goddamn careless.."

"Yes, Cid." Was Vincent's meagre reply.

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FootNotes:
[1] Yup. I cut 'is hair. It's lovely though.. Very much like Turk Vincent. This has very much to do with plot reasons. But, when your hair is in your eyes, it shades you from the sun. It kept my face from getting sunburnt once..
[2] It's those signs people hold up at the airport when they don't recognize them.. I don't think they have a specific name..

Alright. That's the end of Chapter Two. What did you guys think, eh? It seemed to be a little longer that Chapter One. I'm already starting on Chapter Three. Questions/Comments/Concerns are loved!