Calm before the Storm | By : Htress Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 739 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Mama
Rose’s chicken broth
Zack was observing Cloud in the kitchen. He
was digging in the bags, cutting and chopping the vegetables until they weren’t
too big. The broth was smelling wonderful, now all they had to do was to wait
until it thickens. The blond added a mix of spices, one pinch of that, two
spoons of this…
-
Hey, you don’t even need a recipe!
Where did you learn?
Cloud moved to the couch and sat down.
-
It’s a long story, Zack…
********
I will never forget that day… It was not
long after my dad died. Maybe three month or so, I was just turning six, I
think. I had woken up very early that day and mother wasn’t up yet, so I went
into her bedroom… I shook her again and again, but she wasn’t waking up. I did
the only thing I could. I cried. Loud. I was afraid that my mother was gone,
just like father. And then I felt someone picking me up.
********
-
Mommy!!!!!! Mooooooomy!!!!!
Madam Lockheart picked up the small toddler
to rock him a little, but the blond was hysterical. He was crying to keep his mom
from leaving him alone. She bent down to check on Rose; she had a fever.
-
Shhh… Shh… Your mommy’s all right,
she’s just sick a little.
-
*sniffle* She’s… all right? *sniffle*
*sniffle* But daddy! Daddy didn’t wake up! He’s gone! *sniffle* I wanna see daddy…
Mommy! Whaaaaaa!!!
-
Your mommy is not gone, Cloud… Poor
little boy, she’ll wake up in a few…
Rose then did wake up and Cloud jumped in
her arms, crying…
*******
-
Mother had
caught a cold. But when she realised she scared me to death… Mother felt so bad
she decided to taught me how to make her secret broth. She used a colour code
for the different ingredients, numbers for the quantities. I knew how to count
already, I was smart, you know. The first times she helped me , but after I was
able to do it all by myself.
Zack nodded.
The two chatted a while, until Cloud decided his broth was ready. He put a
small amount into a bowl and then brought it to Sephiroth. He woke up very
confused and drank with a lot of efforts the salty liquid before dozing off again.
The blond bent down to check his neck, since a few hours now the ganglions had
swelled even if the fever was slowly going down, and this started to worry
Cloud. However, if it was a bad case of flu, it was normal, so… He closed the
lights on his way out, leaving Sephiroth to rest.
The rest of the
day was calm, mainly because Zack left, and the blond passed the time studying,
reading his novels and watching TV. Between his light diner and the shower, he
went to check on Sephiroth. His lover was fast asleep but obviously in pain,
his muscles were sometimes twitching and his brow formed a perpetual frown. He
fed him with some more broth, wiping the sweat glistening on his forehead with
a damp cloth. Come on, Seph… You should already be
better by now… Don’t keep me worried for too long… He pulled the covers over his head, laying next to
his love. He slept very lightly that night…
And had a very
good reason to. In fact, somewhere near 2:00 am, Cloud woke up suddenly as
Sephiroth doubled over the bed, body racked by a heaving fit. The blond
immediately grabbed the washcloth, putting over the General’s mouth, then he
quickly dragging him to the bathroom where he left him a moment in front of the
toilet. He came back seconds later with a glass of cold water.
-
Just wait
here, I’m gonna change the sheets, okay?
Sephiroth
didn’t respond, all he could do was heave, only expulsing blood and bile in
fits that ravaged his body. Cloud came back with his bathrobe, muffling him
into it when he had calmed down. The blond forced some water into his mate and
lay him on the floor. Doing so, he passed a hand on his lower back. Sephiroth
howled in pain, collapsing on his side.
-
Sephiroth!
********
Professor Hojo
was observing some very important specimen. Adjusting his glasses, he looked
dispassionately as the small animal jerked under the electric shocks. He
scribbled down some notes and was preparing his instruments for the dissection
when Aranson barged in.
-
Professor!
Professor! We need help!
-
What is it!,
he snapped, I specifically commanded to be disturbed only for an extreme
emergency!
-
We have an
emergency! The General, sir! The General is extremely sick!
-
WHAT!?! It
is impossible!
The Professor
followed his assistant to the reception room. His eyes went wide as saucers
when he saw his most prized specimen unconscious on a medical table. He
immediately grabbed the thermometer and put it in his patient’s mouth before
checking his eyes with a small flash light. When he retired the small tube, his
face alone could tell that what he thought was impossible just proved to be
possible. Sephiroth’s fever was nearing 40,5 degrees. Rummaging through the
cabinets, he got out a little capped bottle and filled a syringe with it,
plunging it in his patient’s forearm afterward.
-
Since when
he’s like that?
-
About half
an hour, sir.
The sound of
that voice made Hojo turn around to face the young student of the General. The
Professor felt the swelled glands under the neck, frowning, and he asked when
the first symptoms appeared.
-
Yesterday
morning, sir. It was just a fever, then, but now he brings up bile and blood
and his back seems to hurt a lot, sir.
-
Mmm… That’s
not good, not good at all…
-
Professor!
The blood tests for poison are all negatives! However, it seems that the
disease spread into the bloodstream and—
-
Start to
cleanse it immediately and prepare him for a surgery! I want to have a look at
the kidneys…
-
Yes,
Professor.
Cloud was
brushed away as the scientists busied themselves with the General. Hojo checked
his pulse and inserted a IV in his wrist. Mickael Aranson covered Sephiroth’s
nose with a breathing mask, undressing the man and started to disinfect the
skin with a yellow paste. Then, with a sly smirk, he rolled the metal table to
the surgery room.
*******
Tseng was walking
through the sector five slum, following a dark-haired woman from a distance.
Since he had gotten the photo from Reno, the investigation was much easier, and
he had managed, with a little effort and cash, to trace back ‘Arleen’. She had
indeed worked at the ‘Honey Bee Inn’ for a while, but after her first encounter
with the President Shinra, she had quit and settled herself in what could be
called down in the slums, a pretty apartment, where she gave birth to her son.
Now she was living with another woman, so Tseng was waiting the moment she
would be alone to confront her.
Arleen climbed
up some stairs and unlocked the door of her home, and the Wutaian circled the
building, found a cracked window, picked it and slipped inside. He waited in
the shadows, waited until the woman switched the lights on. She yelped when she
saw him and the Wutaian cut the passage back to the door.
-
Miss Arleen,
I presume? If Arleen is your real name, I think we have to talk…
-
Talk about
what, Turk? I’ve got nothing to tell you!, she retorted angrily
-
I’m thinking
otherwise, miss. I need to know some very important information about your
relationship with the President, and this, from the start. I want to see your
ID card.
-
No! I wont
tell you ANYTHING!!!
Tseng didn’t
have the time to react when the woman swallowed two pills that were in her bag.
She jerked few seconds later and fell lifelessly to the ground. The Wutaian
didn’t even bothered to check on her pulse; she was dead for sure. Cyanide.
However, the Turk did find her ID card, and the name on it just raised a slight
doubt in his mind.
-
Takane H. Kubinaye… I have to go back to the
HQ... Something tells me that
she’s more involved in this mess than I previously thought.
********
A far away
voice was calling him. Far away, but nonetheless familiar. Sephiroth felt his
senses coming back to him slowly and his eyes opened. All he could see was a
blur of white light flashing constantly.
-
We’re taking
you back home, sir. Just stay still so you don’t hurt yourself.
Everything seemed
to clear up after this, and he realised he was on a stretcher. Zack was at his
side, pushing it with Aranson and Cloud. He felt dizzy and sick so he closed
his eyes again to return into the blackness. Cloud was there, Cloud would take
care of him, Cloud… Cloud…, the name echoed in his mind like a mantra, lulling
him back to sleep. He could hear gasps and murmurs, but he was far too tired
and confused to care about them.
The next thing
he was aware of was that a sweet aroma floated in the air. Sephiroth also
noticed that he was in his bed, a lot of pillows were propped behind him so he
was very comfortable. His system was now free of the disease, no excessive
efforts were required to move his arms normally. The heat was good, as good as
the hand stroking his hair, providing a blissful comfort. Sephiroth sighed in
contentment and leaned into the touch.
-
Sephiroth?
Are you awake?
-
Yeah…, his
voice was raspy and his throat dry, … Flowers?…
-
Zack’s
girlfriend gave them to you. They’re absolutely lovely, eh, just like you.
He suddenly
felt a warm weight over him and he caught a glimpse of gold as Cloud buried his
face into his neck. Sephiroth passed an arm around the blond’s waist weakly,
holding his lover there, and, hearing his even breathing, he realised Cloud was
asleep. Sephiroth smiled and let the darkness claim him again, as long as he
was with Cloud, he was safe.
*******
Alan Parkson… Toko Jamesion… Dimitri
Riley… What do they have in common? Why are they dead? Is it just a coincidence
or had they been chosen to die? It’s strange, somehow, I think Riley should not
be there… Tseng thought as he
looked at the three names displayed on his computer screen. So far, he only had
this, and Takane Kubinaye to rely them all, but he couldn’t find anything in
the Shinra files. The fact that she committed suicide didn’t help, either.
There was also that mysterious disease that Sephiroth had caught recently, but
Reno was sure that Aranson had poisoned him somehow, while he was watching the
preparation of the bal… The fact that the same Aranson was in charge of the
blood tests just added to the suspicions. That and the sabotage of the tank
n.9. Mikael Aranson, Alan Parkson, Toko Jamesion,
Dimitri Riley… and Takane Kubinaye…
-
Dimitri…
That’s a shame he died, said Reno, He could have become an awfully good Turk, I
tell ya. The boy was awesome with a gun, a born sniper.
-
Did you find
anything on the others?
-
No. Not even
the causality report. The files have all been erased. The woman, though, was
arrested a few times. For what? Impossible to know… Seems someone had covered
her very well.
-
Still, tell
me what you know about them.
Reno sat in the
chair facing his boss, scratching his neck.
-
Mmm…
Jamesion supposedly died in Wutai and was an expert in materia. Parkson… I
can’t tell you anything, because I don’t know him. Arleen, I heard of her in
the ‘Honey Bee Inn’, but at that time, I was more attracted by the blondes…
Aranson. Aranson. My instincts are telling me to watch this twerp very closely.
He was there when the sabotage occurred, he was distracting me while I was
watching the caterer crew for the bal… More, he is in reach of all poisons that
are kept in the labs…
-
I already
made a little investigation on this, and Hojo confirmed that at least three
samples of Miniki extracts are missing, along with a lot of tranquilizers
vials. Reno, I was you to do two things: I want you to keep an eye on
everything he does and search for those missing vials. I’m counting on you. On
my side, I’ll try to find the blood sample… and those damned files.
The redhead
nodded, but instead of going directly to his task, he walked behind the desk
and pulled Tseng into a tight embrace. The Wutaian returned the embrace, taking
a deep breath, drowning his senses in this spicy scent, he knew they wouldn’t
be together before a long, long time. Sparkling green eyes looked at him and he
smiled warmly, closing the gap between them to taste those sweet lips, enjoying
every pleasure sound Reno made. Both of them almost jumped out their skin when
the door of Tseng’s office opened on Rude. The bald man’s eyes went wide as
saucers when he caught them in liplock. Turning a deep shade of crimson, he
just stammered that he would come back later before closing the door hurriedly.
-
Well, where
were we…? Asked innocently Reno
-
Shut up…
Both tumbled on
the floor, entangled together…
********
-
B-but I’m
not that-
-
Your body
must recuperate, Sephiroth. You’re not going to leave the bed, not until you
finish your medicine. And if you’re a good General, then maybe I’ll spoil you!
That did the
trick, and the silver-haired man stopped arguing. Cloud winked and propped the
pillows behind him a little, kissing his forehead lovingly. The blond was so
caring about his mate’s health that he had made a lot of broth for him, and as
he was leaving for the kitchen, the brownies were baking… It hasn’t been that
difficult. Just follow the recipe… Cloud was proud; his love /would/ be
spoiled. However, before he could leave Sephiroth at his rest, the man called
him.
-
Cloud, you
forgot something…
-
Oh yeah…
Sorry, love.
Cloud went back
to the bed, bending over to meet his lover’s lips.
End
Author’s notes
*Run around the
small apartment with cough syrup and pills* Oh Crap! Holy Crap! My bishies
caught cold!!! And my e-mail too! Waaaaaaaaaaaa! The program running my e-mail
account on jenovaproject.com got blasted! For good… So from now on, please
e-mail me at arl_jgg@hotmail.com.
*blown away by Sephiroth’s sneezing*
Sephiroth:
Sowwy… *sniff*
Cloud: Raaaa…
*cough, sneeze, sneeze and sneeze again*
*Tries to get
down from the ceiling* I’m coming! Damn winter… Just remember to e-mail me at
my new address, ok? Good. Now don’t go outside to do dirty things if you don’t
want to end up like Seph and Cloud… Hell Nwing! Can you help me here? Next
chapter: Crouching beast.
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