Title: Target

Summary: "You weren't meant to be the target, Cid. Hopefully that will bring you some comfort before you die."

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Warnings: Torture, angst, graphic smut, blood, gore, swears, smoking, drinking, drug use, rage, yaoi, etc.

Side Note: Following chapters will be longer.

Cid was not exactly sure just when his night had gone to hell faster than a pedophilic rapist who got himself killed while in the act. All he knew was that one second, he was getting a glass of something to drink to help with the cotton mouth that his hangover was providing and the next he was seeing a pair of dirty boots far closer to his face than he would have liked. Part of him wanted to ask the wearer of the boots exactly what the fuck was going on but the throbbing in his head from far too many Jell-O shots had quickly shut up that part of his mind.

Why exactly had he agreed to downing Jell-O shots again?

Oh, yeah. Yuffie was upset that Vincent had shot her advances down once more and it was the only fucking way to shut that blubbing hole in her head.

...It probably was not worth the trade off.

"Rest, Mr. Highwind," a voice murmured softly, making the pilot grunt as he flipped off the owner of the voice. From what his befuddled mind could figure out, the person wearing the boots had to have been decidedly male; no woman in her right mind would actually choose to wear a pair of boots that looked that horrendous. As the figure walked away, leaving Cid alone in the darkness, the blonde tried to think back about what had transpired before he had wound up...wherever the fuck he was.

He remembered flying over to the Seventh Heaven with Vincent by his side; the wannabe emo teenager was doing nothing but spouting what was either very bad poetry or the story of his pathetic life once more. Luckily, they had made it to the bar before the pilot felt the need to haul the moping vampire's ass over the deck. Once they were inside, and they had both had a couple of beers, the brunette calmed the fuck down and began to see that the world was not going to end just because his girlfriend fucked him over in one of the worst ways possible. After that, things began to get a bit fuzzy.

Cid could remember flashes about the argument between Yuffie and Vincent; something was said about someone's tits...most likely Yuffie's. Someone ended up with bourbon splashed in his face; most likely Vincent. Yet the fight ended pretty quickly. The pilot did not remember how the ninja girl had managed to rope him into a drinking contest with her...or who had been the one to win that fight. Later in the night, though, he had woken up in a bed wearing only his sock and boxers; an odd choice that he was certain he would not have made even in his booze-addled state of mind. ...He would have gone to bed naked if it was his choice. Assuming that someone had been the one to undress him, the blonde climbed out of bed before clutching his head. His fluff-filled head ached with every step that he had taken on his way out of the room and down towards the bar, not caring about his state of undress at the time.

He knew that he had made it to the bar and poured himself a glass of whiskey to help chase away the cotton-filled feeling that had taken over the inside of his mouth. A little of the hair of dog, after all...

The pilot had taken a sip of the alcohol before turning around and coming face to face with something hard.

Thinking back to what he had encountered, the blonde could remember the smell of leather; he had been hanging around the vampire that lurked throughout Rocket Town far more than anyone else and that was one hell of a hard scent to forget. Judging by the hard feeling that he had walked into, the blonde could only guess that the guy was heavily muscled. That was the last thing that he remembered before he woke up in this dirty, dark hellhole. Well, from what he could see was a dirty and dark hellhole. Shit, for all he knew, there could be a fucking banquet hall a few feet away from where he was lying on the cold, rough ground. He did not exactly have much experience with being detained against his will. Well, there was that one time back when he was in the Space Program...

Shaking his head, Cid winced as he reached out to feel the ground around him; fingers brushing against what felt like uneven concrete. Grunting, the pilot slowly sat up as best as he could, his head throbbing as he did so while squinting in an attempt to see into the darkness. Huffing when that got him nowhere, the pilot shakily rose to his feet, glad that at least this place was warm; it would have sucked even more if he was only wearing a pair of socks and boxers in some place where it was fucking colder than Vincent's heart. Well, that was not fair; the fucker had a warm heart...except when it came to Yuffie's affection towards the gangly fucker. He could not really blame the poor emo, either. If he was on the receiving end of the ninja's love, he probably would have flung himself off of a goddamn cliff at the first opportunity. Seeing how the guy was practically immortal, he would only end up hurting and spending time under the Wutaian ninja's care until she cleared him. ...Which would be never.

Grunting, Cid reached out in front of him as he tried to feel for any walls, shuffling his feet as he moved. Fingers pressed against a rough wall, making the pilot frown. Huh. It felt similar to the floor. Most rooms in a building did not use the same material for the floor and the walls; the only room that he could think of was a basement. Usually when someone was being held in a basement against their own volition, it ended being front page in the news...and the obituaries. Walking around the room with one hand on the wall and one hand in front of him, the pilot made his way around the supposed basement and grunted when he was suddenly kicked in the back, his face rebounding against the rough floor, making his head throb painfully.

"Son of a bitch!" Cid hissed as he cradled his head and curled around himself as much as he could. A deep chuckling filled his ears, the sound muffled by his arms even as he tried to place where he had heard that voice before. The scent of leather and blood filled his nose as he grunted and cracked one eye open, glaring up through the darkness as he tried to figure out who had just kicked him. His blue eye widened as he saw a pair of glowing eyes staring back at him before pain exploded in his temple and the green eyes vanished into the darkness.

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