Mako Reactor
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Category:
Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
1,307
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Final Fantasy. It belongs to SquareEnix. I do not make any money from these writings, nor do I wish to. The original creators have all my respect, from game designers to voice actors.
Epilogue
I respectfully credit all Original Creators, namely Squaresoft, which became SquareEnix,for these characters. In this way, I pay homage to my Fandom's Original Creator, and illustrate my Community's belief that Fan Fiction is "fair use". I do not claim to own these characters. I do not make money or gil from using these protected characters, nor do I wish to make money or gil from them. In other words, I am borrowing these characters to entertain the adult fanfiction community, but I am doing so with the highest degree of respect to the engineers, game designers, music makers, and voice actors.
I never attempt to put them in separate groups. It would be useless. They would be useless.
They’re usually the first phenomenon a new recruit questions, on the sly, approaching me when all others have gone to bed. These modern boys find envy in the form of Vincent Valentine and his lover, Kanaye Hojo. I forgive them for it, because the two men could make anyone find fault with their own relationships.
If they aren’t standing together, touching, their eyes are locked.
Vincent smiles now, and laughs.
Hojo’s mouth doesn’t run nearly as often.
They sleep together.
They eat together.
They take duty together.
They seem to love breathing the same air. In four years this has not changed. I don’t think it ever will.
They are absolutely beautiful to watch and they give me hope.
“Hey, Cloud?”
I turn to see Yuffie skipping over to me. It amazes me a skinny, gangly seventeen year old could turn into a curvy, even voluptuous woman of twenty-one. She still has all the energy of her childhood self and hasn’t developed a bit of decorum to go with it.
Just the way I like her.
“Are we going into Midgar, like Vince says?” She twirls a lock of slick, dark hair around her finger. I catch a glint of gold there.
“Yeah,” I answer. “Why?”
“I’ve wanted to visit a jeweler’s,” she said, holding up her hand to display the ring Vincent gave her three years past. “I’d like to have my band engraved.”
Curious, I stop stirring the soup and give her my full attention, tearing my gaze away from the two lovers. “We can make time,” I assure her. “What are you having written in it?”
Yuffie rolled her eyes. “Secret,” she said, as if I were simple. “But, I can tell you, it’s appropriate.”
I nod, my eyes once again going back to the two men huddled together on the outskirts of the fire.
Yeah, I do good work.
Don’t underestimate the group philosopher.
I never attempt to put them in separate groups. It would be useless. They would be useless.
They’re usually the first phenomenon a new recruit questions, on the sly, approaching me when all others have gone to bed. These modern boys find envy in the form of Vincent Valentine and his lover, Kanaye Hojo. I forgive them for it, because the two men could make anyone find fault with their own relationships.
If they aren’t standing together, touching, their eyes are locked.
Vincent smiles now, and laughs.
Hojo’s mouth doesn’t run nearly as often.
They sleep together.
They eat together.
They take duty together.
They seem to love breathing the same air. In four years this has not changed. I don’t think it ever will.
They are absolutely beautiful to watch and they give me hope.
“Hey, Cloud?”
I turn to see Yuffie skipping over to me. It amazes me a skinny, gangly seventeen year old could turn into a curvy, even voluptuous woman of twenty-one. She still has all the energy of her childhood self and hasn’t developed a bit of decorum to go with it.
Just the way I like her.
“Are we going into Midgar, like Vince says?” She twirls a lock of slick, dark hair around her finger. I catch a glint of gold there.
“Yeah,” I answer. “Why?”
“I’ve wanted to visit a jeweler’s,” she said, holding up her hand to display the ring Vincent gave her three years past. “I’d like to have my band engraved.”
Curious, I stop stirring the soup and give her my full attention, tearing my gaze away from the two lovers. “We can make time,” I assure her. “What are you having written in it?”
Yuffie rolled her eyes. “Secret,” she said, as if I were simple. “But, I can tell you, it’s appropriate.”
I nod, my eyes once again going back to the two men huddled together on the outskirts of the fire.
Yeah, I do good work.
Don’t underestimate the group philosopher.