Every Dog Has His Day [ FFVII/Inuyasha, Cid/Sesshoumaru, PG-13] Title: Every Dog Has His Day Author:dogmatix Fandom: FFVII/Inuyasha Rating: PG-13 for language Warnings: none, worksafe Wordcount: 674 Prompt:Cid/Sesshoumaru, riding out the storm
Every Dog Has His Day
There was always, Cid thought as he bit down viciously on his cigar, some dumb fucks who weren’t happy with the way things were being run.
Which was ironic as hell coming from him, but Shiva’s tits, couldn’t they just get a few years without some morons trying to blow up the world?
He was well sunk into a battle haze, Venus Gospel swinging in steady arcs around him as small-fry monsters fell one after the other, only to be replaced with more. Where in Hades’ hells were they getting all of these things?
He didn’t even know this group’s name, only that they seemed to have gotten hold of way the hell too many summons materia and had it in for Edge. And wanted the good old days of ShinRa to return. Cid considered that level of stupidity lethal, and would have been happy to drive the point home personally if they could just get. Past. All. The fucking. Monsters!
Cid swung his spear again, ignoring various shallow cuts and bruises. They were almost there – Yuffie on his left, Vincent to his right, and Tseng at their backs with a Cure materia.
And then the morons pulled three goddamned summons out of their asses at once. Huge fuckers, too – he recognized Bahamut and – what the hell, was that Phoenix? The third one was a new one on him - he didn’t remember offhand a shaggy brown moose-thing with wings and tentacles, but it looked pissed.
Getting distracted in the middle of a monster pile-up was a bad idea, and only Vincent tackling him to the ground saved his ass. He was getting too fucking old for this shit.
Vincent paid for the rescue in blood though, his golden claw skittering away into the mud, torn raggedly at the joint and Cid felt the ex-Turk start to shift on top of him. Cid was half-expecting the Galian Beast, but Vince’s demon this time was surprisingly… small. Human-shaped, but too small to be either of the ones Cid new. Hair gone bone-white framed an aristocratic face and Cid had a heart-stopping moment of pure Sephiroth-induced terror before the demon opened his eyes; solid glowing red, and how fucked up was it when that was reassuring?
The demon levered himself up with its one remaining arm, growling deep and menacing, and as he rose, he grew, mouth extending into a muzzle filled with needle-sharp teeth, fur sprouting all over and a huge white mane curling around the neck. It still only had three legs though, but what the hell, even a three-legged dog was dangerous when it was that size.
Yuffie and Tseng had retreated already, and Cid waved the ninja away when it looked like she might come over to fetch him – he wasn’t so old that he needed help hobbling away from the fucking battlefield. Besides, the dog demon was somehow managing to miss him as it tore into the monsters, and Cid just hunkered down and waited out the storm of blood and gore spattering around him. The demon made short work of the moose-summons and Bahamut. Phoenix gave it a few scorch marks, but didn’t last much longer as the dog savaged it like a rag doll, feathers raining down around them, and the dumb fucks who’d started the whole thing barely rated a squish under a massive paw.
With their summoners and/or controllers gone, the lesser monsters dispersed. Cid made his way over to where the white-haired demon, now human-shaped again, was doing something to the bodies of one of the squished humans.
Well, ripping the arm off a corpse might be some kind of revenge, Cid would understand the urge if nothing else. When the demon pressed the torn stump of the detached arm to his own stump though, Cid almost choked on his stubbornly held cigar.
The demon turned and gave Cid a sneering look even as he flexed the newly attached hand like he was trying out a new glove.
“Damn, Vince’s gonna love you for that,” Cid grinned.