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Sentient Love
Flora_Winters
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII and I'm making no money here either. All of this is purely for entertainment purposes only.
Summary: Dreams lead Cloud back to The Forgotten City where he comes into contact with a spirit made flesh. A blast from the past wants this young avatar for their own devious designs and it is up to the ex-SOLDIER to protect him at all costs. Language, MM, OC, Violence
Chapter Three
Cid cursed and flipped his phone shut when Vincent’s voicemail picked up for the 37^th time in three weeks. He was about to hurl the device across the Bridge, but slipped it into his back pocket when he heard Cloud and Tifa enter via the newly installed sliding door. It made the coolest swishing sound ever and he loved it. Turning away from the wheel, he saw Cloud smiling and looking all windblown. He actually looked like his normal self again. He turned back to the wheel and rubbed his chin where the blond had struck him. If he’d been anybody else, he would have probably died from a broken neck or something.
Now that I actually take the time to think about it, a broken neck does sound better than having to face Vincent. Maybe I’ll just stay onboard and sleep here, too. He’s not taking my calls, and he’s obviously not listening to my voicemails, so that can only mean he doesn’t want to see me. Well, I only have myself to blame. Yuffie did try to warn me. Once betrayed, Vincent never forgives, and now he’ll probably never open himself back up ever again. Fuck!
“Hey Cid!” Tifa waved from across the Bridge where Cloud was taking a seat at an empty console. “Do you want anything to drink? I’m going to make tea.”
“You don’t have to fucking shout!” He yelled right back, keeping his eyes staring straight ahead. “And no I don’t want no goddamn tea!” He turned his head and looked right at the spiky haired blond. “But you better drink every fucking drop. That shit ain’t cheap.”
Cloud held up his gloved hands in defense and smiled like a little kid. Cid’s heart dropped into his stomach and he had to look away from him. The boy was broken and there were too many pieces to even try and put back together again. All they could do was just try to help the best they could and hope and pray he didn’t off himself in some grisly fashion. Cloud killing himself was Tifa’s greatest fear. Cid knew that. That’s why she never let Cloud out of her sight for long periods of time. But, as far as he knew, Cloud never spoke of taking his own life.
“Are we almost there yet?” Tifa asked in that pretty little whine of hers. “I would like to be able to go to the beach and get some sun today. I thought you said you made this thing faster.”
He turned and glared at her with a snarl. He hated it when people spoke badly of his baby. He’d put so much time and love into her. “We’ll get there when we fucking get there. So set your ass down and drink your goddamn tea!”
Tifa laughed and he turned back to his piloting. They were the only three on the Bridge. There were three other guys onboard, but they were off doing other duties. He had charged them with cleaning and maintenance should there be any. But, knowing them, they were probably hiding away somewhere playing poker and drinking.
Vincent should be here. He should be standing over in his corner pretending not to watch me with those amber-red eyes of his.
He had loved knowing Vincent watched him. It had sent a thrill through him he had not felt in years. He had made sure he’d done everything spot on and to perfection. Grace and style. That was him in the sky. The moment he smelled Vincent’s interest in him, he’d done everything he could to impress the guy and he had. He’d even watched his foul mouth around him.
Fuck! Shit! Goddamn! Hell! Piss pickled pecker licker!
He was going to have to come up with a solution. He had to get Vincent to forgive him. He had already apologized and sent him new explosive ammunition as a peace offering. He’d received a parcel in the mail. It was a picture of him with a bullet through the forehead. Maybe if he stayed on the Highwind, Vincent would come see him. There sure as hell wasn’t enough room in Cloud’s villa. There was only four beds and there was no chance Vincent would be willing to share.
Cid stiffened when he felt a hand on his shoulder and stood up straighter when he received a tight squeeze. “What did you do?” Cloud’s voice asked from behind him. He hadn’t even felt the boy approach.
“Something fucktarded,” he answered.
I’m so fucking stupid. I never should have done it, but I’d drunk too much.
“How fucktarded?” Cloud asked, stepping up to stand beside him. He could smell the tea the blond was drinking. It was chamomile.
Cid tapped the wheel with his index fingers and shook his head. “I got really drunk,” he said, looking at him. “I was shitfaced and talking with this guy. One innocent flirtatious remark and the next thing I know, the two of us are tongue kissing right there in front of everyone present.”
Cloud lowered his head. “In front of Vincent?”
“In front of Valentine,” Cid answered, punching the wheel. “I was wasted and the next thing I know, I’m flat on my back with a gun aimed at my face.”
He allowed Cloud his snicker and then the boy’s face became instantly serious. “What did I tell you, Cid?”
Cid didn’t want to answer him, because it was a promise he had broken.
“Vincent may seem aloof and untouched by emotions, but that is just a wall he’s built around himself. He is scared, scarred, and bitter as hell, Cid. If you somehow get him to dismantle it and allow you inside, count yourself blessed and treasure every moment, because you don’t know when it all might be taken away from you. Be gentle with him. That’s all I ask.”
“I don’t know what to do,” Cid said, hands tightening on the wheel.
Cloud smiled. “If you feel this miserable, then that means you must love him and that you are sorry for what you did to him.” The blond bumped shoulders with him. “You’re just going to have to grovel like a dog and hope he hasn’t nailed up boards across your doggy door.”
Cid snorted. “Since when did you become so fucking smart?”
“I’ve always been smart,” Cloud told him, turning to walk towards the large round window at the front of the ship. “I just don’t always feel the need to show it.”
Cid watched him go, suddenly wanting a cigarette, but Vincent had asked him to stop. So, he had, and he was once again in hell. When he was with Vincent, he didn’t feel the need to light up, but now his lips were longing to suck on a good one.
FUCK!
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Cloud held onto his empty mug, feeling how fast the warmth from the green porcelain was fading. So, Cid had kissed another guy and Vincent had seen the whole thing. He closed his eyes and sighed, letting his shoulders drop. Back in the day, he would have punched Cid in the face for doing something so careless and hurtful. Now, he just felt sorry for people who couldn’t treasure the love they so easily abused.
He was going to have to get Vincent’s side of the story, too. He knew Cid wasn’t lying, because the guy’s energy was a wreck. He needed to know how Vincent was feeling. Maybe he could somehow figure out a way to remedy this whole thing. It would be a good, unselfish deed. Perhaps the spirits would lay off him if he did some kindness. Okay. Maybe not so unselfish, but it would still be a good deed. What Cid and Vincent had was a positive thing, and he wanted them to restore it and cherish each other.
He shook his head and chuckled under his breath.
These are some really good drugs.
He walked over to another empty flight console and placed his mug down on the metal desk before going back to the railing in front of the large, oval window. He leaned up against it and smiled as he saw the coast of Costa del Sol suddenly appear in the distance.
Don’t you remember me?
Yeah, I remember. You’re the slum drunk.
Excuse me, but that’s really rude! But, I’ll forgive you since you bought a flower.
The memory came so suddenly that he started to laugh. The look on Aerith’s face had been priceless when he’d said that. Of course, he had remembered her. It wasn’t everyday you saw someone selling flowers in the slums.
Hey, Chocobo Head! Did you take the last chocolate bar?
No…
Then why is there chocolate around your mouth?
…I don’t know what you’re insinuating, but see here…
His phone beeped and he pulled it from his pocket and flipped it open. It was a message from Yuffie.
Where are you guys?
He texted her back.
I can see the coastline now.
He put his phone back in his pocket and looked back out the window. Good memories. He was remembering good memories. The kind of memories that made him laugh.
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Vincent took a seat beside Yuffie on the wooden dock and put his feet down in the water like she had done. He sat back and looked up at the blue sky as she ate away at her shaved ice. She had told the young vendor to drown it in strawberry and kiwi syrup. She was attacking it like a dozer going at gravel. She had asked him if he wanted one and he had politely declined. At first he thought it may have put her off, but she had merely shrugged and looked greedily at all the syrupy choices.
“You’re going to get a cavity,” he warned her, lifting a foot out of the water, watching how each little drop of water that fell sparkled in the light.
She licked her lips and looked at him. “I brush, floss, and gargle twice a day. I think I’ll be fine.”
He dropped his foot back in the water and sighed rather deeply, quickly looking at the young girl sitting beside him. She was looking at him with an open mouth and wide, staring eyes. She looked like a fish.
“What?” He deadpanned.
She licked pink syrup off her spoon. “You sound really sad.”
The comment totally caught him off guard, so he remained silent. Everything was catching him off guard. He had opened himself up, allowing himself to feel certain things again. He was becoming too comfortable with everyone, so he was letting the real him show through every now and then. He’d gotten too comfortable with her and her bubbly presence. He was going to have to remedy that and soon.
“I am fine,” he answered her, knowing it was a huge lie.
“No you’re not,” she stated bluntly, putting her empty plastic bowl down beside her. “You are hurting and pissed as hell.”
He didn’t look at her. He didn’t want to let her know that she was right. It would make her head bigger than Tifa’s breasts.
“What Cid did to you was wrong,” she told him, lifting both feet out of the water and wiggling her toes. “He deserves your anger, but remember, we’re all here for Cloud. You can suck his blood when Cloud’s not in the same room.”
Vincent blinked and kept silent. He didn’t trust his voice right now. It would probably break on him, just as he had broke when he saw Cid with his tongue down a strange man’s throat.
A few moments passed and he sighed again. “I will be cordial.”
She reached over and put her hand on his claw. “When Cloud’s not looking, you can make all the death glares you want at Cid.”
Vincent was going to do no such thing. In fact, he wasn’t going to do anything. He was merely going to treat Cid as he had done back then. An annoying loud mouth who always spoke out of turn and smoked too much.
“THERE THEY ARE!” Yuffie yelled, getting to her feet. She started jumping up and down all excited and waving her arms. “DOWN HERE! YAY! WE’RE DOWN HERE, CLOUD! HELLOOOOOOOOO!”
Seeing the Highwind and knowing who was up there piloting it sent a jolt through Vincent’s heart. It was descending from the sky and for a moment, he forgot all his rage, all his hate, and all his hurt. He was just happy that Cid was here again. But, that happy feeling soon passed and the wall of ice was erected once more.
A yelp caught his attention and he heard a splash as water hit him in the face. He looked to see bubbles and saw Yuffie come to the surface coughing and blubbering about. Apparently she had been jumping around and not paying any attention to how close she had gotten to the edge of the dock.
“You okay?” He asked, rising to his feet.
She nodded and laughed. “I’m just so happy.”
He could tell and turned when something heavy hit the dock behind him. Yuffie squealed and started climbing back up onto the dock.
Cloud was standing there looking at him with a big grin on his face. “Hi.” He greeted the both of them, taking a second look at Vincent’s half naked body.
“CLOUD!” Yuffie squealed again, throwing herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “You’re here! FINALLY!”
“Hey!” Cloud yelped, stumbling back a step. “You’re all wet! Stop it!”
“Oh shush,” she said, squeezing him tighter. “You’re going to get undressed anyway. We’re going to the beach.”
Vincent smiled at the blond, watching as he tried to dislodge Yuffie from strangling him with her happy hugs of doom. It was nice to see Cloud smiling and hearing him laugh. That was a good sign. It meant the meds he was taking was doing their job.
“Hello down there!” Another voice called, and Vincent looked up to see Tifa waving down at them. “Sorry it took so long! A girl had to pack! Looking good, Vincent!” She whistled.
Vincent caught himself waving back and quickly dropped his hand. He felt mortified that he was showing open emotion in front of more than one person. But, seeing everyone again had him excited. It had been months.
“Yuffie I can’t breathe!” Cloud gasped, but was laughing right along with the teen.
Vincent watched Tifa lower the ladder from the Deck and down she came like a falling star. The moment her feet touched the dock, she had her arms around Vincent, hugging him tight.
He smiled and hugged her back. “Nice to see you, Tifa.”
The four of them exchanged pleasantries while the Highwind docked. One of the crew members, his name was Jack, brought down their luggage.
“Let’s go to the beach,” Tifa said, getting all of her stuff together.
Cloud got his bags together as well.
Vincent looked up at the ship and narrowed his eyes. “Is Cid not coming down?”
Cloud and Tifa both turned and looked at him. Cloud’s mako filled eyes looked to the right and Vincent immediately knew that they knew what had happened.
“That fool!” Vincent snarled under his breath, golden claw suddenly flexing and deadly in the sunlight. Why did he have to go and tell everyone? Now they all knew!
“You need to get some sun, Cloud,” Yuffie quickly said. “You’re starting to look pale.”
“What’s wrong with pale?” Vincent growled without meaning to, doing his best to get his emotions back under lock and key.
“Not everyone has the genetics to pull it off so fashionably,” she answered him, taking Cloud by the hand and leading him off. “I got us snorkelers.”
Cloud allowed himself to be tugged along. “Yeah?”
“Cid is going over some diagnostics,” Tifa also stated, twirling a long strand of hair around her index finger. “He said he’d be along a little later.”
Vincent slowly turned his back and looked up at the Highwind. He narrowed his eyes and felt the beast rising up in him.
Coward.
He squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath, searching for a calm place to seek shelter from his own mounting rage. Against his better judgment, he took hold of the ladder and began scaling it.
I’m going to teach you a lesson, Cid Highwind. I’m going to calmly twist your head right off your neck and throw it across your Bridge. That will teach you to keep your tongue out of other boy’s mouths and to keep your mouth shut PERIOD.
“Hey!” He heard Yuffie yelling up at him from below. “What are you doing?”
“I am climbing a ladder, Yuffie,” he replied, climbing higher and higher. He could have merely jumped and flown all the way up and crashed through the main window firing Death Penalty at anything that caught his attention, but he didn’t. The climb would give him time to think and cool down.
“I can see that!” She yelled, voice getting further away. “But why are you climbing the ladder?”
He wanted to ignore her, but that would make them all follow. “Go play!” He shouted down. “I’ll be along shortly.”
He reached the deck of the Highwind and stood there. A warm breeze whipped through his hair, undoing his ponytail. His bare feet rose up off the deck a few inches and he slowly began to float towards the door leading to the interior. His mind raced with all sorts of horrible things he could do in under one minute that would cause this precious baby of Cid’s to explode and fumble, tumble into the sea below. It would be fun and he would greatly enjoy it, too.
Exploding and crashing in a fiery demise. That’s exactly how he’d felt in that moment. Had Cid been able to forget about him so easily in that drunken haze? Was he so forgettable?
He reached out with his claw, gripped the door handle, opening it with an unnatural ease, and stepped within the oil and machine smelling shadows.
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“Oh gods!” Yuffie cried, getting ready to climb up the ladder. “He’s gonna blow the whole thing up and bring it down on our heads.”
Cloud put his hand on Yuffie’s shoulder and gently steered her away from the dangling ladder. “It’ll be okay, Yuffie,” he whispered. “They’re just going to have to work through this.”
“That’s right,” Tifa seconded, smiling reassuringly in order to ease the younger woman’s burden. “Everything will be fine. You’ll see. And even if he does blow it up, I’m sure it’ll crash in the water. A few people look like they need to get wet anyway.”
“Come on,” Cloud said, leading the way from the dock. “You said we were going to learn how to snorkel, right?”
Yuffie’s eyes immediately lit up and she bounced all around him. “That’s right!” She said, smiling with joy. “I’ve made a list of things we can do every day. This is going to be so much fun, Cloud.”
Tifa cocked her head to the side. “Does it include lots of shopping and barhopping?”
Yuffie nodded her head enthusiastically. “Oh yeah!”
Cloud dragged his luggage along and ruffled Yuffie’s hair. “I’ve missed you.”
The young woman looked at him and her eyes immediately watered. She jumped him again, throwing her arms around him. “I’ve missed you, too, Cloudy!”
“Too bad Barret and Nanaki can’t be here,” Tifa said.
“How come they aren’t here?” Yuffie asked, releasing her hold on Cloud.
“Barret is getting Marlene ready for the new school year,” she said, looking to the left. “And Nanaki is preparing Cosmo Canyon for some kind of festival.”
Cloud looked down at his feet. He understood why Barret didn’t want to be around. The man didn’t want his daughter being exposed to him and he couldn’t blame Barret. He was dangerous when the crazy did set in. Even though Barret never came right out and said it, Cloud knew.
Nanaki on the other hand was just too busy trying to keep everything together at Cosmo Canyon. Learning the truth about his father and the death of his grandfather had really hit him hard. Now he was doing everything he could to keep their memories and honor alive. Nanaki had been there for him as much as he could, but Cloud didn’t blame him, couldn’t blame him. The poor guy had had it really rough, too.
Cloud made a small mental note. Since he was already back on the continent, he’d try and drop in and see how he was doing. Maybe they could all go there for this festival in a few weeks.
“Aw!” Yuffie exclaimed. “I’d like to teach Red to snorkel. I bet he’d look really, really cute.”
Tifa laughed. “I need to get out of these clothes and into my bathing suit. It is way too hot.”
Cloud agreed, but the heat felt really good, and the sound of the ocean soothed him.
COME.
He stumbled and caught his balance. He quickly reassured the girls that he was fine. He’d just stumbled over a board was all.
He took a glance north and shivered. He could no longer see those black storm clouds, but he could feel their power.
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Blue eyes were watching. And they were blue eyes that were wide with shock. A totally random surprise.
About a hundred meters from the dock, a large white yacht was moored. A handsome blond man was lounging about on deck in the warm sunlight, gently petting a large black feline that was curled up beside his lounge chair. He put down his binoculars and reached for his bottle, taking another long drink before stumbling to his feet. He was wearing nothing but a black speedo, and the thin strip of material left nothing to the imagination. The large feline lifted its head, but made no move to follow unless bidden to do so.
“I can’t believe it,” Rufus Shinra said, standing on his toes and stretching his tan body. “Cloud Strife is here and looks to be staying for a while.”
From the information his people had gathered, Cloud Strife had supposedly gone insane. Jumping at every little thing. Almost demolishing an entire city block in his fear before his friend’s had banded together and subdued him in time to stop him from summoning something that would have leveled half of Edge in a matter of moments.
“I’ll destroy everything! Then you’ll leave me alone!” Rude had reported Cloud saying before being carted off to a clinic with a fractured ribcage the spiky haired psycho had inflicted on him with a single punch.
Gods, he’s powerful. If only he’d join me…Shinra would be on top again. We could make this world better again. A new age for everyone.
He leaned against the railing and lowered his head. A warm breeze made his hair gently flutter around his face.
I did everything wrong…so many people…maybe if I’d been kinder…oh, well…I’m all alone now…
Something warm and fuzzy nudged his thigh and he glanced down to see Dark Nation looking up at him with those golden feline eyes that glowed with molten fire. “Well, not totally alone,” he said, kneeling down and hugging his sleek, furry friend. The large feline purred and was once more content.
Maybe I can try and make nice in person this time. No lackeys. That would show a token of good faith. I’ll even dress like a…I’ll even dress like a real person. Nothing stuffy or uptight. Show them that I can be just like them.
“What twisted plots are you brewing in that wicked head of yours, Boss?” A voice asked, and a redhead stepped out of the yacht’s interior.
Rufus kept his face neutral, but he was frowning on the inside. The TURKS were practically all he had left.
And the last thing Cloud Strife needs to see is you, Reno. After all, you are the one who set the device which crushed Sector 7 under a plate. He’d probably kill you on site just for the hell of it. A lot of people died that day.
“Hush!” Another voice snapped from behind the redhead. “Let the boss think.”
“Don’t be such a grouch, Rude,” Reno whined, turning around with his hands on his hips. “I was just messing with him. I’m bored.”
“Rude. Reno.” Rufus said, cocking his head to the side, rising to his feet again. “I want the two of you to head back to Edge.”
“Huh?” They both asked at the same time.
“You heard me.”
“But, Boss…” Reno gawked.
“And send me Tseng and Elena.”
He turned his back to them, feeling kind of bad, but he didn’t want to cause a fight. The last thing he needed was Cloud taking aim and blowing up his yacht. It was the only one he had and he rather enjoyed having it.
I’ll have to watch and prepare for the perfect moment to make my move.
“Wait!” He yelled, causing the two TURKS to stop. He spun around and looked from Reno to Rude and then back again. He scratched his hairless chin and smirked, causing the two guys to take a step back in fear. “How are you two at playing dress up?”
“Huh?” They both asked at the same time.
Cloud will help anyone in need. That’s his weakness. I’ll watch his every move. When he’s alone, I’ll put myself in harm’s way and he’ll come to the rescue.
“What? Didn’t you just say you were bored, Reno?” Rufus asked. “We’ll we’re going to design a little game and then we’re going to play it.”
He began to chuckle and finally threw back his head and howled with laughter.
Both TURKS paled.
“We’re gonna die,” Reno whispered, dropping his head.
Rude nodded. “Most likely.”
Dark Nation simply purred.
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She floated in the heart of darkness with crimson lightning flashing all around her. A realm of hot and cold. From one extreme to the next. Nothing in the middle. No balance. Just chaos.
Rage.
Absolute rage.
And hate. There was lots of hatred.
She slept. Rocking back and forth in a fit of painful sleep. She longed to scratch and kill every bug that was making her itch.
The crawling darkness shook and she opened her eyes. Two black holes that sucked in all hope, all dreams, all love, all life, and gave nothing back but despair and anguish.
Yet she did not move. She was still dreaming, but ever so slowly clawing her way back to the waking world.
Marlene Wallace opened her eyes and drew in a deep breath. She sat up in her bed, gasping for breath, feeling as if she’d been holding her breath underwater.
Something was wrong. Something was horribly, horribly wrong.
To be continued…
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