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Trinity
Three

Cloud smelled smoke.
His first reaction was that
there had been a surprise attack and the tent caught on fire. It had happened
before, when they thought they were in relatively safe territory only to be
woken to find their food supplies burning. There really wasn�t much one could
do against hundreds of fire arrows suddenly appearing in the dark. Cloud sniffed
again. It was smoke, no doubt, but not the kind he recognized. He opened his
eyes slightly; all was dark besides a tiny orange glow wavering on his right
side. He sniffed once more and faintly distinguished the scent of cloves.
Cigarettes. And since Cloud
himself was obviously not the culprit, it could only be �
His eyes snapped open at the
thought. Vincent never smoked unless under extreme circumstances.
Circumstances such as the time they were under siege near Kingston Mines,
surrounded by armies four times as many as theirs with no coming supply of food
or water. Vincent smoked then. A full pack in the course of thirty minutes.
Cloud felt a shudder pass through him � not many men were alive when they
risked it all and finally broke free. He still had the scars to remember it.
Cigarettes and Vincent meant
more than trouble. Cloud nearly bolted up from the bed, but one look at the
brunet�s profile and he caught himself. Vincent�s dark eyebrows were
furrowed, his eyes two bright dots of coal under the dim morning light. His long
hair was swept to one side, cascading over his right shoulder in front of his
chest. The cigarette glowed from the right hand, held tight between slender
fingers. The cover was drawn up to his waist, exposing all of Vincent�s back
from shoulder to tailbone. It was there that Cloud retained his staring.
Extending from the middle of
Vincent�s shoulder blades to the curve tip of his spine was the image of a
huge silver cross, archaic-styled and flourished with gothic embellishments on
its sides. Engraved in the middle were the words �Adveniat Regnum Tuum.�
Cloud had asked him where he got it before, but all he could get out of Vincent
was a shrug and a �souvenir of the past,� whatever that meant. Cloud
didn�t press the matter further. It wasn�t his secret.
He had always loved the feel
of the cross when his fingers glimmered across its surface as Vincent lay on top
of him. Now, under the weak light setting, the cross practically glowed. Cloud
wanted to reach out and touch it, run his hands all over and bath in its glory.
Vincent shifted, and Cloud
snapped out of his observation. The blonde sat up quietly, leaning forward to
join Vincent�s side of the bed.
�Those are bad for you, you
know.� Cloud said.
He saw Vincent�s lips curve.
�You�re bad for me, too.� The brunet retorted, turning slightly and gave
Cloud a sideway glance.
�Something bothering you?�
�No.�
�Liar,� Cloud chided
softly. �Did General Sephiroth give you a hard time?�
At the mention of that name,
Vincent stiffened. Aha, Cloud thought, jackpot. He watched as Vincent drew a
final puff, then extinguished the butt with his fingertips. Cloud hated it when
he did that, but thankfully with Vincent�s smoking habits he didn�t have to
witness it often. Vincent sighed.
�That bad, huh?� Cloud
said, putting his head against Vincent�s shoulder. �What happened?�
Vincent shook his head. Cloud
leaned closer, patiently waiting in silence. He knew the brunet wouldn�t offer
an explanation, but if he waited long enough, Vincent would at least give
him an answer. Sometimes that was all he needed.
He was right, as usual. A
moment later the man beside him turned his head, his lips brushing against
Cloud�s trademark spikes. �Hey, do you still want to sleep?�
�No, I�m quite awake.�
�Good. Want to cut my hair
for me?�
�Want what?� Cloud looked
up.
�Cut my hair.�
�Why?�
Vincent said nothing. Cloud
thought for a minute, considering the possible reasons and when coming up blank,
shrugged carelessly. �Sure, if you like to. Just bear in mind I�ve only cut
my own before, so no guarantee on the outcome.�
Cloud climbed off the bed and
pulled on a pair of pants in the process (not the same ones from the
previous night on the floor). He found more candlesticks by the weapon rack and
tacked them onto a small supply stand. By the time he fetched the matches and
adjusted the light so it angled correctly, dawn was approaching fast, although
it was still not sufficient enough inside the tent for something as delicate as
the task at hand. He heard the scraping of a chair and turned, watching Vincent,
now dressed in a long shirt draping to the top of his thighs, smooth back the
long curly pool of brown strands down his shoulders.
Cloud picked up a small dagger
from his weaponry. �How short you want it?� he asked, wetting the blade with
a cup of water.
�Regulation.�
�What?!�
He nearly dropped the dagger
onto his foot. He stared at the man sitting in the middle of the floor,
expression neutral but Cloud knew, knew what kind of effort Vincent had
exerted on not showing his thoughts. The brunet�s jaw was clenched tight, his
shoulder was relaxed but the biceps on his arms were moving slightly from
strain. Cloud walked closer, eyes focused on Vincent�s and still not believing
he had heard correctly.
�But, that�s going to, you
know, show it.�
�I think that�s the point,
Cloud.�
�Whose point? Yours?�
It was a negation rather than
a question. Vincent leaned on the wooden support, a sigh escaped his lips as he
tilted his head backwards against the top. �Not important now.�
�Of course it�s
important!� Cloud snapped, irritated. He stalked behind Vincent, wiping off
the excess water on the knife onto the hair in front of him. He grabbed a
handful of dark-brown, straightening it out and pulling a bit harder than
necessary. �But if you don�t want to tell me what�s going on, I can�t
make you, can I?�
He placed the knife in his
mouth and used his free hands to gather up more hair. Pulling a random cord from
one of his uniforms nearby, he grouped the top layer and tied it into a
ponytail. He then took the knife with the edge facing upward, putting it
directly next to the skin on Vincent�s neck, and started slicing the hair in
short strokes, carefully maneuvering the tip away from the ears.
Pieces of brown hair fell
around them in a steady stream. Cloud felt his irritation dissolve as his hands
worked. In contrast, Vincent was getting more and more visibly uncomfortable.
Cloud didn�t have to look at the brunet�s face to know his expression. When
the last bit of hair covering Vincent�s neck gave way to the knife in his
hand, Cloud paused, looking at the ink-black number bleeding out from the pale
skin.
He had never seen it up close,
with the natural camouflage and all. But like the ever-present blessing of the
tattoo, Cloud had felt its eternal curse with his fingertips on a few occasions.
Vincent usually brushed his hands away, but once, on the night before a suicide
mission, he had simply let Cloud do what he pleased. Cloud had traced its
embossed surface, felt every curve and ridge of the five-digit sequence as they
lay in the dark, their crosses tingling between their chests. Its power forever
branded into the soul of its bearer.
Vincent had told Cloud he was
lucky to have it at a place so easily concealed, but now . . .
Cloud put down the knife,
afraid of his urge to direct its tip into the black writing and mangle them
until their teeth stop biting into his lover�s flesh. He saw the muscle of
Vincent�s neck move, and heard him ask, �Why�re you stopping?�
�I needed to figure out what
to do next.� He half lied, backing up to fetch more water. �First time and
all.�
Vincent�s voice contained a
smile. �Indeed. How does it look?�
�Not as bad as you think.�
Cloud wiped off the hair
clinging to the knife. He then took hold of the ponytail, and carefully angled
the blade so the actual tail was cut off in a slant. The curtain of hair fell
forward as the knife went past. Cloud held onto the leftover strands, printing
its texture into his memory. His effort was interrupted when Vincent spoke
again.
�What do you
think?�
Cloud let the mess of ponytail
drop onto the floor. He revolved around the chair, stopping slowly in front
Vincent and knelt down on one knee, their eyes leveled. �What exactly are we
talking about here?�
Vincent�s face looked
unfamiliar, framed by the mid-cheek tendrils splayed from the sides. The ends
looked too uniform. He stood up again, taking the knife to mount another
assault. Vincent�s hand came up just before they made contact, stopping Cloud
by his wrist and holding on to him. His other hand reached and relieved Cloud
off of his weapon. Cloud raised an eyebrow.
He received a small kiss on
the inside of his wrist. �I can fix it later,� said Vincent. �And I should
go.�
Cloud just then noticed that
the candles were rendered lightless by the morning sun. They were standing in
the middle of a patch of light, a floor of hair around them. Cloud grinned,
shook his head, and said before Vincent could turn away, �No you�re not.
Think you can escape helping me clean up? You�re not going anywhere until
every single piece of your damn hair leaves this tent. Then you can �
hey, are you listening to me? I�m not kidding here!� He yelled at Vincent,
who�s already scooping up scattered clothes on the furniture.
The blonde stumped his foot as
if he were six years old again and throwing a tantrum. �This is my tent, you
can�t just do whatever you please! I outrank you, too, Lieutenant!� When his
words fell on deaf ears, Cloud narrowed his eyes. He watched Vincent shrug on
his shirt, buckle his pants, and chose that moment to jump directly on the
brunet�s back, tackling them both onto the floor beneath.
They rolled around like
children fighting on the playground, bumping into various things and knocking
over the chair in the middle. Cloud, being mostly unclothed, took the harder end
of the bargain. The radial formation of the pieces of hair was disrupted and
spread haphazardly across the tent. It didn�t really matter, for they were
both trying to hard to hold in the laughter and control their breathing to worry
about the rest.
In the end, Cloud emerged
victorious, four limbs atop four limbs in a quite compromising yet very
effective position. Their heartbeats slowed down a little, just missing each
other�s in rhythm. Cloud laid his head down on Vincent�s shirt, his cheek
pressed into a cold button. �See?� he said softly. �I win. You�re not
allowed to leave now.�
By then he had stopped
exerting pressure on Vincent�s limbs. The man below him didn�t push up, but
instead wrapped his arms tightly around Cloud�s torso. They lay there, content
in the lazy morning devoid of bloodshed and hunger and adrenaline. It was just
the two of them, caught within their own kingdom of heaven among a wreckage of
sin.
�Cloud?�
�Yes?�
�Thanks.�
Cloud smiled widely in reply.

Reno did not want to do this
job. He argued until his throat ached, but it fell like lead against his fellow
Turks, whom on any other day fought each other like a pack of wolves but this
time were surprisingly unanimous. Even Rude, with his sunglasses forever
blinding his eyes, nodded curtly when asked upon. Reno�s mouth was opened long
enough for three flies to waltz through but none of his comrades paid any
attention. Elena and Tseng were giving him hard glares by the end, and Reno, for
the first time in years, ran out of excuses.
He dragged his feet along the
path toward the telltale tent, grumbling loudly to himself and earning many odd
looks from the passer-bys. Reno didn�t pay attention; he was pissed. He
didn�t want to be the messenger. Especially considering it was the morning
after a battle, and it was them. Reno wanted nothing more than a good
warm bath, some nice liquor, and maybe a whore he could pick up from Ancen
later. He had no intention of finding his barrack buddy when the said barrack
buddy didn�t come back the previous night. And he knew exactly where
Vincent was, and so did everyone else, and no, Reno did not want to set a
foot near Major Strife�s tent anytime before noon.
Nevertheless, he was less than
a couple hundred meters away from his destination. Reno kicked a rock toward a
tree, satisfied when hearing its loud thunk. He then picked up a branch and
dragged it on the ground behind him. Reno wasn�t going to arrive quiet and
unannounced.
When he reached the flap of
Cloud�s tent Reno coughed, twice, and vocally damned David for deserting his
post at such a crucial time. He waited, shuffling his feet back and forth in the
dirt. He whistled, looked around, and coughed more. When all of his attempts
rendered not a single response, Reno frowned and took a giant step forward.
Fine, he thought, I�m going to enter and catch the two of you butt-naked on
the bed and I won�t to be the one doing the blushing.
He lifted the fabric and
stepped inside, his attention immediately caught by the heap on the floor. Reno
rolled his eyes; figures. At least they�re dressed, although for one of them
it consisted nothing but a pair of boxers. Reno�s gaze fell on top of
Cloud�s pert behind, rising slightly with the movement of the hands holding
them. If Reno simply tilts his head, he could see up the leg openings of the
boxers, helped by the pushing fingers, and then the entire view of the major�s
pale ass is �
Whoa! Reno shook his head.
Goddamn but do I need to get laid! He quickly averted his eyes elsewhere,
and caught sight of a jug of water by the entrance. Reno smirked evilly. He
looked back (carefully focusing on other places) and saw the two were
paying him zero attention, too absorbed in their shared kiss. Reno then quietly
walked over, lifted and carried the clay jug in his hands, and promptly dumped
its entire content on top of Cloud�s spiked hair.
�Augh!� The cries below
were simultaneous. Reno leapt back as Cloud swung up from the floor in one swift
movement, blue eyes accusingly directed at him. �Reno, you fucking bastard!
You could�ve just said something.�
�I thought this is more
effective.� Reno said, laughing openly at Cloud shaking his head like a dog
drying itself from a dip in the pond. �Serves ya right for not paying
attention to your surroundings, blondie.� He set down the jug and glanced over
at Vincent, who was soaked to his chest like Cloud was. Reno squinted his eyes,
what the -?
�Man, the hell happened to
your head?�
Vincent said nothing. He
calmly looked at Reno from his position on the floor, letting the water drip
from his dark hair onto the collars of his shirt. Reno nearly cringed. Cloud
watched from his side, wiping his face with a towel from the cloth rack.
�A change of pace,�
Vincent said, standing up slowly.
�Yeah,� Reno stared.
�Yeah, sure it is.� The frown was distinct in his voice, laced with
puzzlement and a bit of concern.
The redhead didn�t want to
ask, but he damn well knew what it meant. Hell, all Turks knew what it meant. It
was the reason Rude wore his sunglasses, Elena never had on dresses, Tseng kept
his chin tucked down most of the time and Reno himself never lifted up his
shirttail. Now, as Vincent walked toward Cloud to get the offered towel, Reno
willed himself to not look at the brunet. To look at that number, which, if Reno
was honest to himself, he had always wondered about.
�What�re you doing
here?� Cloud asked, recapturing Reno�s attention.
�I can�t just visit out of
my own good will?� he drawled. �You know, he�s supposed to be my barrack
buddy and all. Shouldn�t I worry about him some time?�
�Well, then,� Cloud
grinned, �if you care so much, why don�t you give him a hand on cleaning up
here?�
Reno just then noticed the
incalculable amount of hair on the floor. �No way!� he exclaimed, �I
ain�t gonna clean up the mess you made. Call it compensation for hurting my
eyes when I walked in, how about that?�
�What�s going on, Reno?�
Vincent spoke up. �You�re not here without a purpose.�
You got that right. �General
Zack said we�re staying put for a good while here. Probably let us recoup and
prepare for the next big one. We are really close to Nadia, yo. Anyway,
that�s the message I�m supposed to bring.�
�That�s it?� Cloud said.
�Yeah, that�s it. What,
you expectin� more?� Reno put his hands inside his pockets. �Just my
fucking luck to deliver it to you two, though. But I�m done, so, see ya.�
�Not so fast!� He was
about to exit the tent when a hand latched onto his arm. �I got another
question for you.�
Reno turned to look at Cloud.
The blonde had an odd look in his bright eyes, and was that a faint blush on his
cheeks? Must be from the earlier activity. Vincent had produced a broom from
god-knows-where and was currently sweeping the floor, his eyes down but ears
picking up their conversation perfectly.
�What?� Reno said.
�There have been . . .
various rumors about me flying around, haven�t there?�
�Uh . . . huh?�
�General Zack had, um,
mentioned it to me, but he refused to tell me exactly what they were. But, you
should know, right? You must know.�
Vincent paused in his motions
and stared at them intensely. Reno gave him a look back, shrugged helplessly,
and said. �Well, yeah, but blondie, they�re kinda pointless now. So
there�s no need for ya to ��
�Tell me what they are.�
�Come on, blondie ��
�Tell me. Please.�
Reno didn�t know what to
say. It was old gossip, but of course he knew what the grunts had said when the
major first transferred to their division. Hell, he started some of them
himself, because it was fun at the time and who�s there to argue about the
blonde�s obvious sexuality. He thought Cloud had always known, but chose that
trite route of selective deafness. What a horrible time to find out he was
wrong!
He sighed. Might as well play
this out, since the cat�s out of the bag and roaming the streets quite freely.
�Well,� Reno brought up
his smirk, leaning forward to talk right into Cloud�s ear, �they consists
mostly conjectures about who is currently occupying your bed, with you in it, of
course, and on their overall performances. It varies week by week, and I think
it�s still going on despite what we see right now.�
�What?!� Cloud jerked
back, but Reno only stepped forward with him.
�Aw, don�t tell me
you�re really that surprised.� His smile grew wider when he saw the flush on
Cloud�s face and Vincent giving him a disapproving look from the corner.
�Blondie, you�re some hot stuff. A lot of people would like to get
themselves a piece of that.� He squeezed the flesh under the boxers
roughly, earning a good shove from the major hard enough to knock him onto the
floor.
�Reno!�
Reno only laughed
uncontrollably the warning from Vincent and Cloud�s look of disgust. The
blonde walked quickly away from him, then started dressing at a furious speed.
Vincent sighed, resumed his sweeping. The floor was almost clean.
�Why didn�t somebody tell
me this before?� Cloud suddenly exclaimed. �Why-why didn�t you tell
me this, Vince?�
�Why would I need to tell
you this?�
�Because . . . because! I
should be aware of it!�
�Now you are. Did knowing
that make your life better?�
Cloud turned exasperatedly.
�That�s not the point ��
�Then what is?�
�It ��
The entryway of the tent
suddenly flapped open and David barged in. He skidded to a halt when he had
fully taken in the scene, his first words came out stammered. �Uh, oh my �
sorry. Major Strife, General Sephiroth wants to see you in his quarters.�
�Now?� Cloud asked.
�Yes, sir. At once, sir.�
�I�m on my way.� Cloud
said, finished up lacing up his boots and grabbed his outer jacket. He gave a
look of disdain to Reno, �Don�t wreck the place when I�m gone!� and
walked out behind the private.
Reno stood up, stretching a
bit and picking up a random sheet by the bed. He sauntered to his barrack mate,
who had finished sweeping the hair into a pile, and bent down to put them into
the bundle. Vincent knelt beside him.
�Why did you have to do
that?� the brunet asked.
�Do what?�
�Push his buttons.�
Reno laughed darkly. �Heh,
simple. I don�t like him. And who else can I mess with? You?�

�Major Strife is here,
sir.�
�Let him in.�
Sephiroth put on his gloves.
He looked up as Cloud Strife stepped inside the tent, dressed impeccably in his
uniform and stood in a salute. Sephiroth waved his hand in dismissal, �At
ease, Major. I hope I hadn�t interrupted anything important.�
�No sir,� the major said,
though Sephiroth didn�t miss the rising blush on those high cheekbones. He
looked at his watch: it was just past nine. Must�ve caught the � well, them
� right as they had woken up. Sephiroth�s lips curved into a sneer, not
quite friendly but a shade below malice. Well, Major, this won�t be much
different.
�How is Lieutenant
Valentine?�
�He�s . . . fine, sir.�
Cloud�s hesitance indicated
his confusion. Sephiroth stepped away from his desk, flexing his hands. �Is he
adjusting to his new appearance?�
�Yes, sir.� The reply came
quickly, but soon Cloud caught himself within the implications. �Uh, how do
you know about that, sir?�
Sephiroth remained still where
he stood. �Because I ordered it.�
Blue eyes widened. �Sir,
why?�
�As a punishment, Major.�
Sephiroth replied smoothly. �For blatantly ignoring the code, I thought I had
let him off easy.�
�Sir, the code said ��
The blonde stopped short.
Smart move. Sephiroth smirked. Strife had always been a good soldier. �I know
very well what the code said. But I didn�t call you here to discuss Lieutenant
Valentine. How are you handling being back in my division? Have you met your
troops yet?�
�No, sir. Not yet.�
�Why didn�t you meet them
yesterday? The scout with General Zack had not taken all night, I presume.�
�I, uh, no sir.� The
blonde eyes darted back and forth in nervousness. They ended up staring at the
ground by his feet. �I�m sorry, sir. I fell asleep soon afterwards and
didn�t wake up until this morning.�
�Alone?�
He had to add that,
just to watch Cloud Strife squirming like a fresh private again. He remembered
other times, other circumstances where the same effect was generated. Sephiroth
liked it, and was glad to see some things never change.
The negation was quiet and
mumbled. Sephiroth crossed his arms. �Repetition of a sin immediately after
being punished? I don�t remember you being this disobedient three years ago. I
should have a talk with General Zack about his methods of discipline.� He
moved closer to Cloud, stopping inches away from him. His voice became soft.
�Don�t you think?�
He lifted his hand and gently
slid it under the blonde�s chin, tilting up the young face � more mature
than he last had seen it � and stared openly. His fingers moved downwards,
feeling the throat as he tried to remember exactly where that spot was. The
leather glided along the smooth skin, accentuated at the hollow and landed in a
small imperceptible dip �
� and the body arched into
him, eyes glazed and mouth opened in a gasp that Sephiroth had wanted to fill
ever since he laid his eyes on the blonde again the previous day. Ah, that
familiar tremor, designed by science and reserved just for him. Sephiroth�s
smirk grew wider, his other arm came up to clasp onto Cloud, preventing the
attempted back-step and adequately caged the blonde in.
�Sir!� the soldier fought
him, but not well at all. Sephiroth turned his face, focusing on the ear and the
earring that shone brightly upon it. His mark of conquest. He leaned down,
ignoring the panicked look on the major�s face and taking the flesh with his
teeth and tongue, causing Cloud to practically fall into him and he heard a
whimper of mercy. Just like old times, yes? Sephiroth thought darkly. Too bad
you don�t seem to remember it at all.
A movement out of the corner
of his eye stopped him. Sephiroth paused, turned his attention toward the door
and barely missed the figure standing to the side. His arm loosened by the
distraction and the major immediately detached himself. Sephiroth ignored that
for the time being, but called toward the source of light. �You may come in,
Lieutenant.�
The shadow hesitated, but
stride in a moment later with solid steps. Sephiroth tightened his gloves, eyed
with piqued interest at the entrance of the short haired Vincent Valentine. The
lieutenant appeared calm, if one discounted the sparks of fire burning in his
eyes.
�I don�t remember
summoning you, Valentine.�
�You didn�t. I came to
accompany Major Strife, once he�s done with the meeting. Is he?�
Hoho, he got even more balls
this time, Sephiroth thought in amusement. He didn�t miss the lack of
honorifics and this is the Shinra army. It could earn Vincent a good
beating if Sephiroth choose to.
And he chose to.
�No, he�s not done, lieutenant.�
Sephiroth replied, reemphasizing their vast difference in rank. �So until he
is I suggest you wait outside, unless, of course, you rather stay here and be a
witness.�
�To what?�
Sephiroth�s voice dropped a
notch. �To something pure between clean men, Valentine. Or should I say,
number 24601. It�s not someone as sullied as yourself should be concerned
with.�
He could pinpoint the exact
second it took for Vincent to snap. The collectedness completely drained from
his posture as he advanced toward Sephiroth. The general, however, was ready.
Before a single syllable could get past those annoyingly perfect lips, Sephiroth
raised his hand, tensed his muscles, and brought it down upon Vincent�s face
as hard as he could.
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