Changing Ways
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
4
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Wrong Door...
(My darling Thornie lent me her Sephiroth muse for this! I do not think I could write the silver haired fox myself ;))
(Also, apologies for the shortness of this chapter, my computer is rather tempermental and can't rely on it)
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Upon entering the 1st class quarters, Cloud was rather baffled by the quality of life SOLDIERs seemed to enjoy in comparison to the 3rd class and grunts.
The floors were pearly white marble, and adorned with a crimson patterned carpet runner. The walls were papered, with mahogany dido rail, regularly polished judging by the blinding shine it omitted.
Hanging from the walls were landscape paintings, one he recognised as Mount Nibel, the rest he could not place – however they all had one thing in common, they all depicted Mako reactors. Moving further along the corridor, the steel doors, which Cloud, assumed lead into private quarters. Each one had a number engraved onto it.
The canary spiked teen made his way slowly along the carpet, his boot steps almost silent on the fabric underfoot. Glancing at every door he passed, he grew rather confused. Despite there being a lack of SOLDIER 1st classes, it still did not help him from discerning Angeal’s door.
Frowning, he finally settled on a door, standing in front of it he gingerly lifted a small, gloved hand to the steel, and rapped on it softly.
Hearing movement on the other side, he braced himself, hoping for the occupant to be the tall, muscular, and handsome Angeal.
As the hydraulics hissed, Cloud’s eyes travelled up from a pair of feet, slowly widening as he realised he had gotten the “Tall Muscular and Handsome” part correct, the figures legs were clad in black leather, the feet were bare and pale, their torso was pale, and slender, extremely well toned.
Strands of long, luxurious silver hair billowed down the body, hanging slightly over the figure’s shoulders, travelling up as long bangs covered a set of perfectly defined, albeit pale features, framing the man’s face as tired seafoam eyes blinked, the narrow pupils seeming to focus to the bright light of the hallway, a sharp contrast, Cloud noticed, to the darkness of the living quarters behind the door.
Cloud finally registered whom he was standing before, his jaw dropped slightly, partly from seeing the usually stoic figure in such a relaxed state, but mainly from seeing somebody he had grown up idolising, worshipping, and strove to emulate.
“G…G-General S-Sephiroth!!” he gasped, snapping immediately into a salute, and cursing the fact he was not wearing his infantry uniform – instead clad in black jeans, and black sweater with a white stripe around his slender abdomen, and on his feet were a pair of ShinRa issue combat boots.
“Hn…” squinting slightly, Sephiroth dropped his gaze before arching an eyebrow “…Strife…?”
Cloud had to metaphorically lift his jaw from the floor, retaining his salute. “Sir…! You know of me…?” Fighting desperately to maintain his composure, and not blush furiously he kept his eyes directed to the ceiling above so as not to drench the General with drool.
Sephiroth blinked slowly, his eyes adjusting to the glare sparking off of the blond spikes. “Hn…” straightening himself, and giving the cadet a brief once-over with a flick of his cat eyes, assessing quietly. “Yes. I know of you. What are you…” he paused, frowning a little. “Look at me cadet.” He drawled, unable to keep a faint trace of irritation from his voice.
Cloud dropped his gaze reluctantly, resting his pale blue eyes on the man’s feet, shifting himself rather uncomfortably on the spot. “I…I apologise…for disturbing…” manages to utter, before trailing off.
Sephiroth allowed his frown to soften slightly, noting the teen’s obvious discomfort. “Hmn…I trust it to be a matter of great importance for you to be sent directly to my quarters, Cadet…however…”. Trailing his eyes over Cloud’s attire, his voice touched by displeasure. “I find I am more inclined to reprimand you for your inappropriate garb, more than the interruption…”
The blond lifted his eyes quickly at the word ‘reprimand’, shaking his head quickly. “N-no sir!!…I…I was seeking Ange-…General Hewley…” Quickly realising his mistake, glancing down at his clothing. “I…I…I apologise for…aaah...” he groaned, closing his eyes and attempting to muster some kind of plausible excuse.
“Angeal…?” Cocking his head, trying to cling to his irritation, but not quite succeeding in the face of Cloud’s struggle. “Hmn…at ease, Strife.” He murmured, relaxing his intimidating stance a little. “I do believe you are a little wide of your mark…” tipping his chin upwards, gesturing down the corridor that Cloud had traversed. “General Hewley is further along, to the right. The door, like this one…” he paused, rapping his knuckles lightly on the steel frame. “You will find, is larger than the others. I am certain you will make an effort not to miss it, this time around…” The silver haired man smirked softly, before sobering, his head tilting back towards Cloud as his eyes narrowed slightly, observing the blond. “How are you finding your classes, Strife…?”
Cloud relaxed his salute, feeling slightly less tense as he lowered his arms, following Sephiroth’s eyeline down the corridor, and nodding. Registering the man’s words, still trembling a little – half scolding his own mind for choosing Sephiroth’s door out of all the others he could have. Turning to face Sephiroth, his pale blue eyes finally resting on the aqua green ones he let a smile curve his lips. “I…I think I am doing rather well, sir…I hope I am…anyway…”
“Hmn…I believe I have heard nothing but praise from General Hewley…” dipping his chin in a half nod, his bright eyes narrowing slightly, as if waiting for something. “And…how are you finding your fellow cadets…?”
Cloud felt his body tense again, fighting a blush at the thought of praise from the raven haired General. “With all respect sir…I would rather not discuss…please…?”
Sephiroth arched an eyebrow, leaving the rest of his face blank. “…Very well.” Dropping his eyes to the blonde’s arms briefly, before raising them to the flushed face. “May you find, and remember your destination, Strife.” Smirking slightly, he dipped his head before moving to close the door.
Cloud smiled softly, saluting once again as the door closed. “I thank you, sir!”.
Sparing the boy the briefest of glances, Sephiroth spoke once again “Hn. Of course.” Closing the door, the silver haired General stared at the dark barrier for a moment in contemplation, before turning back toward his bedroom.
Cloud continued along the corridor, remembering Sephiroth’s words “Bigger than the others…” nodding as he approached a door that was higher and wider in dimensions proportioned to the others. “This must be it…” he murmured to himself, lifting his hand slowly, and clenching his fist to knock his knuckles on it gently.
“…Angeal…?” he called out softly.
(Also, apologies for the shortness of this chapter, my computer is rather tempermental and can't rely on it)
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Upon entering the 1st class quarters, Cloud was rather baffled by the quality of life SOLDIERs seemed to enjoy in comparison to the 3rd class and grunts.
The floors were pearly white marble, and adorned with a crimson patterned carpet runner. The walls were papered, with mahogany dido rail, regularly polished judging by the blinding shine it omitted.
Hanging from the walls were landscape paintings, one he recognised as Mount Nibel, the rest he could not place – however they all had one thing in common, they all depicted Mako reactors. Moving further along the corridor, the steel doors, which Cloud, assumed lead into private quarters. Each one had a number engraved onto it.
The canary spiked teen made his way slowly along the carpet, his boot steps almost silent on the fabric underfoot. Glancing at every door he passed, he grew rather confused. Despite there being a lack of SOLDIER 1st classes, it still did not help him from discerning Angeal’s door.
Frowning, he finally settled on a door, standing in front of it he gingerly lifted a small, gloved hand to the steel, and rapped on it softly.
Hearing movement on the other side, he braced himself, hoping for the occupant to be the tall, muscular, and handsome Angeal.
As the hydraulics hissed, Cloud’s eyes travelled up from a pair of feet, slowly widening as he realised he had gotten the “Tall Muscular and Handsome” part correct, the figures legs were clad in black leather, the feet were bare and pale, their torso was pale, and slender, extremely well toned.
Strands of long, luxurious silver hair billowed down the body, hanging slightly over the figure’s shoulders, travelling up as long bangs covered a set of perfectly defined, albeit pale features, framing the man’s face as tired seafoam eyes blinked, the narrow pupils seeming to focus to the bright light of the hallway, a sharp contrast, Cloud noticed, to the darkness of the living quarters behind the door.
Cloud finally registered whom he was standing before, his jaw dropped slightly, partly from seeing the usually stoic figure in such a relaxed state, but mainly from seeing somebody he had grown up idolising, worshipping, and strove to emulate.
“G…G-General S-Sephiroth!!” he gasped, snapping immediately into a salute, and cursing the fact he was not wearing his infantry uniform – instead clad in black jeans, and black sweater with a white stripe around his slender abdomen, and on his feet were a pair of ShinRa issue combat boots.
“Hn…” squinting slightly, Sephiroth dropped his gaze before arching an eyebrow “…Strife…?”
Cloud had to metaphorically lift his jaw from the floor, retaining his salute. “Sir…! You know of me…?” Fighting desperately to maintain his composure, and not blush furiously he kept his eyes directed to the ceiling above so as not to drench the General with drool.
Sephiroth blinked slowly, his eyes adjusting to the glare sparking off of the blond spikes. “Hn…” straightening himself, and giving the cadet a brief once-over with a flick of his cat eyes, assessing quietly. “Yes. I know of you. What are you…” he paused, frowning a little. “Look at me cadet.” He drawled, unable to keep a faint trace of irritation from his voice.
Cloud dropped his gaze reluctantly, resting his pale blue eyes on the man’s feet, shifting himself rather uncomfortably on the spot. “I…I apologise…for disturbing…” manages to utter, before trailing off.
Sephiroth allowed his frown to soften slightly, noting the teen’s obvious discomfort. “Hmn…I trust it to be a matter of great importance for you to be sent directly to my quarters, Cadet…however…”. Trailing his eyes over Cloud’s attire, his voice touched by displeasure. “I find I am more inclined to reprimand you for your inappropriate garb, more than the interruption…”
The blond lifted his eyes quickly at the word ‘reprimand’, shaking his head quickly. “N-no sir!!…I…I was seeking Ange-…General Hewley…” Quickly realising his mistake, glancing down at his clothing. “I…I…I apologise for…aaah...” he groaned, closing his eyes and attempting to muster some kind of plausible excuse.
“Angeal…?” Cocking his head, trying to cling to his irritation, but not quite succeeding in the face of Cloud’s struggle. “Hmn…at ease, Strife.” He murmured, relaxing his intimidating stance a little. “I do believe you are a little wide of your mark…” tipping his chin upwards, gesturing down the corridor that Cloud had traversed. “General Hewley is further along, to the right. The door, like this one…” he paused, rapping his knuckles lightly on the steel frame. “You will find, is larger than the others. I am certain you will make an effort not to miss it, this time around…” The silver haired man smirked softly, before sobering, his head tilting back towards Cloud as his eyes narrowed slightly, observing the blond. “How are you finding your classes, Strife…?”
Cloud relaxed his salute, feeling slightly less tense as he lowered his arms, following Sephiroth’s eyeline down the corridor, and nodding. Registering the man’s words, still trembling a little – half scolding his own mind for choosing Sephiroth’s door out of all the others he could have. Turning to face Sephiroth, his pale blue eyes finally resting on the aqua green ones he let a smile curve his lips. “I…I think I am doing rather well, sir…I hope I am…anyway…”
“Hmn…I believe I have heard nothing but praise from General Hewley…” dipping his chin in a half nod, his bright eyes narrowing slightly, as if waiting for something. “And…how are you finding your fellow cadets…?”
Cloud felt his body tense again, fighting a blush at the thought of praise from the raven haired General. “With all respect sir…I would rather not discuss…please…?”
Sephiroth arched an eyebrow, leaving the rest of his face blank. “…Very well.” Dropping his eyes to the blonde’s arms briefly, before raising them to the flushed face. “May you find, and remember your destination, Strife.” Smirking slightly, he dipped his head before moving to close the door.
Cloud smiled softly, saluting once again as the door closed. “I thank you, sir!”.
Sparing the boy the briefest of glances, Sephiroth spoke once again “Hn. Of course.” Closing the door, the silver haired General stared at the dark barrier for a moment in contemplation, before turning back toward his bedroom.
Cloud continued along the corridor, remembering Sephiroth’s words “Bigger than the others…” nodding as he approached a door that was higher and wider in dimensions proportioned to the others. “This must be it…” he murmured to himself, lifting his hand slowly, and clenching his fist to knock his knuckles on it gently.
“…Angeal…?” he called out softly.