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Storm Cloud Smiles	By : Hnoss Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 852 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Storm Cloud Smiles
Flora_Winters
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII or Crisis Core and I’m not making any money here either. I do believe Final Fantasy VII is one of the best video games ever to me made and anyone who has the balls to disagree with the AWESOME that is ME will be all smitey-smoted by my lovely Knights of the Round.
Summary: Sometimes the dead simply do not stay where he thought he didn’t bury them. A ghost story which haunts windswept halls and beyond time. MM, Strong Language, Violence, Cloud-Zack, Cloud-Genesis, Cloud-Sephiroth, Cloud-Vincent, Genesis-Sephiroth
Chapter One: In Which a Strange Man Makes His Presence Known
Cloud had thought Wutai would be a peaceful retreat, but the dreams had followed him to the tranquil village as well. He pulled his black robe tight around him as he gazed out the window at the sprawling sand garden. The place made him feel safe and secure during the day, but it was a completely different story once the sun began to set over the mountains. He had hoped the nightly chanting of the monks would keep the evil spirits within at bay.
He had managed to clean up the mess he’d made in the floor and locked himself in the bathroom, where he cried himself nearly sick again. The tears had streamed down his cheeks to the point where he feared his eyes would never dry again. It upset him when he had looked into the mirror.
Mirrors spooked him now.
His eyes were so clear and frightened. They never got red. No matter how much he cried, he never looked as though he had cried at all. He just looked like he’d been running from all the monsters in the mist.
A knock came, causing him to turn around and look at his locked door.
Who in the world could it be at this hour?
Should he answer it?
Hadn’t he told Management he wanted to be left alone?
A note was swiftly slipped under the door with a wisp, causing him to cock a delicate brow.
What the hell?
He quietly walked over, picked it up and looked at it. It was a letter and it was addressed to him.
Mr. Strife,
Good day. Tonight is our Festival of the Full Moon. We know you requested peace and quiet while staying with us, but our festival can get quite noisy. It would be an honor if you would attend. We are sure you will have a wonderful time. There will be all kinds of vendors, selling food and many other wonderful items as well. People come from all over the land to have a good time.
Oh! And not to sound rude or anything, but would you ever so kindly keep the nightly noise down? A few of our other distinguished guests have been complaining about odd noises and shouts coming from your suite during the late night hours. If you have any problems, please feel free to ring us about anything. We are more than happy to help you in any way we can.
Thank you ever so much,
~Management
His nostrils flared in anger.
These other distinguished guests could kiss his ass!
He was paying just like they were, if not more for this private suite. Plus, he’d saved the whole fucking planet from being blow to smithereens by a psychotic son-of-bitch. He should be allowed to make all the goddamn noise he wanted. It wasn’t like he could control his dreams.
He shredded the letter like an angry cat and threw the pieces over his shoulder, where they fell like snow to the pale carpet.
Shit!
He would have to clean that up later.
He needed a drink.
Hell! He needed ten.
He got dressed in a rage and stopped to look at himself in the mirror. He was so pale and looked like he’d lost some weight, too.
That only pissed him off even more.
Suddenly, the image in the oval glass began to morph and he stumbled back with a muffled yelp.
A wickedly handsome face, possessing stunning emerald green eyes was looking back at him with terrifying malevolence. That long hair shimmered all around his face like a nest of silver serpents.
“You really don’t want to piss me off by keeping me waiting around, Cloud,” Sephiroth grinned with devil red lips, showing just how sharp his white teeth really were. “I’ll be stepping in for a howling good haunt when you close those pretty little baby blues of yours.”
Cloud punched the glass with his gloved fist.
Sephiroth grinned with shattered brilliance. “Stay in the light.”
He was once more looking at his own frightened face in the broken mirror. Glass fell in shimmering sparkles to the floor. Insane laughter echoed all around him.
“You’re not real!” He shouted, backing away from the wrecked mirror. “You’re fucking dead!”
He spun around and kicked the mirror with all his might. His foot went right through the wall, making someone in the next room scream like a five year old girl.
He heard a soft thud over the sound of his rushed breathing. They must have passed out over there.
He was breathing really hard as he pulled his foot free.
Shit!
He was going to have to pay for this, too.
~OOOOO~
Ghosts were in the fog.
They were dancing like sensual shadows made of mist and silver moonlight. Each movement was haunting, their attire mysterious and their voices were magical.
Flames burned with amber light and the smell of incense was on every other warm breeze. He could see it as it slithered through the air like snakes.
Drums were beating and children ran around his legs, laughing as they gathered up spilled and thrown candies.
“Try your luck!” A vendor shouted, beating against a small gong. “Step right up and throw the ball!”
Cloud passed him by.
He would have broken the man’s stall if he’d tried his luck. In fact, he had to keep his feet moving. He did want to break something, but fought against the dark urge to do so.
Suddenly, all was eerily silent.
Cloud blinked.
Everything around him was frozen at a standstill.
The flames from the fires were no longer moving. Falling cherry blossoms were frozen in the air. Children were frozen in motion and dancers were frozen where they had leaped into the air.
“Greetings hero,” a misty voice called to him on a moonflower scented breeze.
The voice was warm and soothing. It felt like a soft and warm blanket snuggling around his chilled flesh.
Blue eyes turned to see a young man of mythological beauty walking towards him with the grace of a dancer on a lake of ice. He was his height and lithe. The silver mist wisped around his feet as wings of shimmering red silk billowed about him.
His skin was as pale as a moth’s wings and more luminous than a pearl. He had long, dark hair that had more coils than a nest of benign black snakes. Each strand seemed to have a life all it’s own as they billowed around his gorgeous face like fiery smoke from a waking volcano.
It was his eyes that really pulled Cloud in.
They were the color of amethyst gemstones and they shimmered like moonlight on calm seas.
“So lonely,” the man sadly smiled, revealing moon white teeth that were straight and perfect behind sensual full lips that were redder than spilled blood on pale roses. “Your song is so sad. Have you listened to it?”
Cloud took a small step back from the stunning image of monstrous, masculine beauty. He felt as though this man was stripping him down to his naked soul with those piercing eyes.
“So many ghosts surround you,” the man in flowing red spoke, reaching out with a flawless and smooth white hand. His slender arms were draped in silk that looked as though a spider queen had weaved its eternally flowing beauty. He looked as if he were actually touching one of the ghosts he said was surrounding him.
It really unnerved Cloud. Those radiant violet eyes burned him with their brilliant splendor.
Cloud wanted very much to tell him to fuck off, but his tongue was twisted in his mouth. He couldn’t move his lips.
His mouth was silenced. It was as though he was under some powerful enchantment.
He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t make a sound in this man’s presence.
He couldn’t even move his feet.
“Take this,” the violet eyed vision in red said, holding out a shimmering ruby charm.
It was in the shape of what half a heart would look like if a whole heart were cut in two. It looked to be made of some glittering, glowing crystal. It was dangling from a lovely golden chain.
The man stepped up to Cloud and Cloud could smell him. He smelled like some kind of faraway, lofty paradise.
He slipped the beautiful jewel around Cloud’s neck, kissing him on the cheek with warm, lustrously dewy lips. They were softer than any flower petal.
“This will protect you from that which haunts you,” he said, stepping gracefully away. “It will help cleanse your dreams and ease your sorrows.”
Cloud could feel the warmth from the jewel pulsing against his chest like a twin heartbeat.
“Who are you?” Cloud finally managed to ask as he held the jewel in his gloved palm, feeling the gentle warmth through the dark leather.
“I am a friend,” the man said, cocking his head to the side, gracing him with yet another glorious smile. “I am a friend who just so happened to be passing by.”
Cloud knew he must have looked as confused as he felt.
He had no idea who this guy was. He’d never seen him before in his life.
What was this strange power?
The world was frozen at a standstill before him.
Who was this guy? What was he?
“I’ll see you again, Cloud,” the mythic beauty said, walking by in a shimmering whisper of eternally flowing red silk. “And when I do, you will have such a happy smile on your face. Trust me.”
Blue eyes blinked. Cloud turned to look and the vision in vermilion was gone. It was like he had never been there at all. Just the smell of moonflowers lingered.
He could hear the drums and the cheering once more. The moon above his head was so big and full. Not a single cloud in the sky.
He looked at the twinkling charm in his palm and put his other hand to his cheek and felt himself blushing like a bashful virgin.
A beyond beautiful man had just kissed him.
He felt warmth gathering in his heart. A warmth he’d not felt there in a really, really long time.
It had not been his imagination.
The jewel around his neck was proof that the man had been no figment.
He tucked it away under his vest and went in search of something to eat. He was starving.
He was suddenly shocked. He actually had an apatite.
When the hell had this happened?
“…Cloud…”
He spun around.
There was only the mist and the dancing shadows within.
Zack…My Zack…Mine…
He bit his bottom lip and placed his hand over where the charm rested so he could feel the warmth it was giving off. It pulsed against his warming flesh, chasing away the surface cold.
~To Be Continued…
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