Your beautiful

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Warning, This chapter has voilence, NCS activity and an upsetting scene so if you are sensitive I would avoid it.

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The cold didn’t really bother him-he had enough mako in his system to power a city- but the waiting did. Sephiroth was not a patient man. Standing there behind an old tree, he couldn’t help but think about the strangeness of the situation, waiting outside a high school at six thirty on a Friday morning, just to see another human being. He almost made a face at the thought until he remembered the particular human he was waiting to see and suddenly his actions didn’t seem so unusual.

A cold burst of air passed his face, blowing his hood down a little. He growled lightly as he raised a hand to fix it. He was not dressed for work today. No, today Sephiroth had discarded his trademark leather attire for something that would help him blend in better with the rest of the creatures inhabiting the planet. He wore a black cargo pants, steel boots and a baggy black tracksuit top. His glorious silver hair was tied back in a low ponytail and a black hood was used to cover it and to shadow his face.

There he stood; a dark shadow in the trees. Pale faced with cat-like eyes and venomous lips. The hood caused shadows to form beneath his eyes, mouth and nose, giving him a sinister look.

A beautiful monster.

He remembered waking up that morning, how strange it felt when he found himself wanting to get up, how for the first time in his life, he was excited about what the day might bring. Sephiroth’s life had always been routine, he had every day planned for him since he was a child and never had anything that could really surprise him or bring him to life, as one would say. The Wutian war held some adventure for him, something new and exciting to explore. So he threw himself into it, disappointed when he found that the cold empty feeling in his stomach never once left, no matter how much blood he tried to fill it with.

For the first time in his life that feeling was gone and Sephiroth was determined to chase these new emotions bubbling within his being.

He remembered taking his usual cold shower that morning, how his skin had broken out in goose bumps and sent shivers down his spine. His body felt hypersensitive, like it had woken up from a long slumber and was reacting for the first time to the stimuli of the world.

The mirror above his sink was normally avoided; he had never wanted to look into the eyes of what he considered to be a corpse, but that morning he had stared intently at his reflection, studying the way his eyes seemed less dull and held more light and how his skin seemed more flushed and less stony. He looked so…human.

Sephiroth brought a hand up to rub his forehead harshly. Was this boy really responsible for the changes in his world? It was amazing! He had only seen the cherub twice but already the impression Cloud had left was so strong it felt like he had known him before-like their souls connected.

The sound of laughter brought him out of his musing and he looked up to see two students making their way through the front gates, dressed in the schools navy and white uniform and laughing about their meaningless lives. He had been standing here for over an hour so far and these were the first two to enter the school grounds. He looked at his watch, seven o clock seemed to be the starting time as he could see that three more students were making their way towards the school entrance. Standing back further into the shadow of the tree, his green eyes scanned the expanding crowd of teenagers; looking for that halo of golden spikes. He became frustrated when another thirty five minutes passed and still there was no sign of the angel, was he not coming in today? He had contemplated waiting outside the boys building but had decided against it as he figured he would have only ended up following him here anyway. With a scowl on his face he leaned his head against the rough bark of the tree, dragging his eyes lazily over a crowd of students walking towards the gate. He perked up when his eye caught something bright.

And there he was, so devastatingly beautiful against the sea of moving bodies, his fleshy lips down-turned in thought, his blond spikes ruffled with the wind and his porcelain skin glowing. His big blue eyes looked tired and his nose was red from the cold. If Sephiroth was a lesser man he may have exclaimed that it was cute-that word however was not in his vocabulary. His mood instantly brightened as he watched the boy laugh and gasp when he was all but glomped by a dark haired girl. The two began to chat and Sephiroth could see his face changing so beautifully in different expressions.

Cloud really did look gorgeous. His school uniform-which looked so unflattering on the other students, suited him perfectly and the innocent school boy look was arousing. Sephiroth coughed lightly to clear his head of impure thoughts, now was not the time.

He watched as Cloud and the girl walked towards the gate and entered the school. He could no longer see the boy due to the large gate and trees surrounding the building so he decided that it was time to change his position. He wasn’t an ordinary human; far from it in fact, so he had many traits which would prove to be helpful for his new… hobby. Inhuman speed, for example, allowed him to move through the trees without being noticed by the students. He moved until he found a very conveniently placed tree just on the left side of the school, from here he had a good view of most of the front of the school grounds through the bars of the gate. He caught sight of Cloud again, he and that girl were standing beside the school parking lot, looking over towards a student dismounting a black motorbike. Sephiroth noticed how Cloud expression seemed to brighten at the sight of this new teen and had to ignore a strange twinge beneath his ribs. He turned his eyes towards the new boy who was taking off his helmet and when he saw the boys face and raven hair he was sure the teen was familiar, but he couldn’t quite place him. Sephiroth mulled it over in his head while he watched the teens interact, the two dark haired teens seemed to be teasing Cloud over something and he felt his lips twitch when the blond scowled and socked the ravenette in the arm.

This was what he wanted; to just sit back and watch the angel in his own world, to watch him live his life. This made him…happy. He leaned back against the tree, its leaves ruffling in a symphony of sounds as he watched the teens talk and laugh, the group gradually became bigger and he was glad to see that the boy had a lot of friends and seemed to be well adjusted. He hadn’t taken Cloud as one of those air-headed ‘everybody is out to get me’ teenagers and was glad to see that he was right. He was also very relieved to see that the boy didn’t seem overly intimate with any of them, he honestly didn’t know how he would react to that.

Riiiing!

Sephiroth jumped at the sound of a very loud ringing-not expecting it, and looked towards the school to see a stampede of students making their way towards the main entrance with sour looks on their faces. He chuckled lightly when he realised that that had been the first thing to catch him off guard since…he couldn’t remember.

He watched Cloud make his way towards the doors, his slight frame getting lost amongst the ocean of bodies. Sephiroth narrowed his eyes at that; this vermin should be paving the way for such a being amongst them.

Blinking, he realised that once Cloud passed through those doors he wouldn’t be able to see him for a few hours and this made him frown; he hadn’t even thought of that . Sephiroth wanted to see more of the boy, he just wanted to look at him for hours on end, studying his every move and expression. How could he do that in a world where he was only an outsider.

Sephiroth took a deep breath, looking towards the sky to get rid of the depressing thoughts circulating in his brain. He stood there for about ten minutes, clearing his thoughts. When all the students were inside he opened his eyes to looked back towards the school building thoughtfully and a strange flutter erupted in his chest when he noticed that the building was probably about forty percent glass and that he could see many of the classrooms through the windows. His hope rose, perhaps he didn’t have to wait as long as he had thought.

Sephiroth raised his arm to grab the branch above his head and using it as leverage, he pulled himself up into the tree. Another advantage of being superhuman: gravity defiance. He lunged from the tree and landed smoothly on a thick branch of the neighbouring tree. He stopped in a crouch, looking around to see if anyone had noticed the trees ruffling. The place was barren. He jumped stealthily from tree to tree, using his mako enhanced vision to scan the classrooms for the boy. There was always a chance he was in a middle room.

He stopped harshly on a shaky branch when he unexpectedly saw the blond in one of the lower classrooms, leaning his elbow on his desk with his head held in his cupped hand. He had a pen in his hand and seemed to be doodling mindlessly on a piece of paper. Sephiroth took note of the classroom, it was just a typical classroom, there was no science or specialised equipment in sight and he found his hopes rising when he caught sight of a brightly decorated poster on the wall.

Class 3d

(the best class out there)

Winner of the tidiest homeroom two years running.

Homeroom? This was promising. If this was the boys homeroom then that meant he would spend a good portion of the day here; in clear view just two seats from the window. Sephiroth put an arm against the tree, getting into a comfortable position. He was too far from the window to be seen but his enhanced vision made watching the boy an easy task. He pulled back his hood, letting the gentle breeze caress his face and flow through his silky hair, cooling his scalp. He leaned heavily against the branch behind him and fixed his eyes on the object of his current infatuation. He was going to be there for a while.

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The weather had changed dramatically in the last few hours, going from biting cold to sweltering hot. Usual Midgar weather. Sephiroth was happy when he heard the bell ring loudly, signalling the end of the school day. He had watched the boy all day long, and was pleased when he had only been absent from the homeroom for three classes, one of which he had spent in the school library; another visible classroom. He had also gotten to see Cloud interact with his friends at lunchtime when his group sat out by one of the sports fields enjoying the sun. While the rest of his friends were all talking and joking, Cloud seemed to be absorbed in something he was writing: schoolwork perhaps? When he thought about it, the blond seemed to be scribbling on that pad all day. Was this a hobby of his, drawing? Writing? He had to keep an eye on that.

Another thing which warranted further inspection was Clouds relationship with that raven haired teen. There was nothing physically pointing to the fact that the two were more than just good friends but Sephiroth saw something. He saw it in the way the older boy put his arm around Cloud, how the two of them were always passing looks and words to each other, he saw how Clouds whole demeanour changed when he was with the other boy; becoming more interested, and he also caught that possessive aura that seemed to radiate from the ravenette. Sephiroth had noticed the few suggestive stares directed towards the boy today, it didn’t make him angry though; who could blame them? It did seem to bother the raven haired teen and Sephiroth noticed how the boy would shoot a dangerous look or tilt his head towards a perpetrator, warning them off. Perhaps he was just protective? Sephiroth doubted it.

Anyway, the school day was over now and Sephiroth watched as the students burst through the door like the building was on fire. He squinted his eyes, trying to find Cloud in the crowd. To lose him now would be a disaster. He climbed higher into the tree he was residing in, pushing some leaves out of his view.

“Where are you?” He whispered, scanning the moving crowd intently. He looked over towards the gate, almost sure the boy hadn’t passed through yet . His pulse began to quicken as he watched the crowd gradually grow smaller and smaller, noticing some of Clouds friends leaving. “Where are you , Cloud?” He repeated, his voice breathy with frustration. The crowd of students dissipated until there were only a few stragglers left.

Sephiroth’s heart sunk-he had missed the boy. He had already left. He knew the way to the boys apartment but he had wanted to walk home with him, see which route he took and if he did anything interesting on the way. He didn’t know which apartment the boy lived in eithe-

The school doors opening brought him out of his self-pity, he looked over quickly and to his delight the blond was there, making his way down the steps. Sephiroth ran his eyes up and down Clouds form, smirking at what he saw. The boy had changed his uniform(the reason for his late exit) and was now dressed in a loose black wife beater, shorts and white running shoes. Sephiroth sucked in a breath of air harshly, the blond was showing so much skin. Showing him his body. His skin was like a pearl; pale with a pink tinge. As he watched the blond make his way towards the school exit, he couldn’t help but drag his eyes down the curved back, past that slim waist and onto that perfect posterior. Sephiroth walked two fingers up the bark of the tree, the corner of his lip twitching as he became mesmerised, watching the boys ass move with every step he took. His breath quickened and his body became heated.

“Stop it.” He berated himself sharply as he closed his eyes tightly and took a few deep breaths to will his arousal away. He heard the school gate creaking and opened his eyes swiftly. Cloud was leaving. With a godlike grace, Sephiroth stood up on the branch and jumped down, his boots not making a sound as he landed lightly on the grass. He commenced to follow Cloud, shadowed by the trees at first and then by walls and buildings as the blond made his way through the streets of Midgar. Nobody noticed him- too absorbed in their own existences to care.

He became confused when they came to the turn for Briste street and Cloud walked straight ahead instead of turning. Intrigued, he followed the blond down a ditched lane- excited about this new mystery. Sephiroth stopped when Cloud came to a halt in front of a park/ picnic area. He knew this area, he had done some small missions that led him here as a boy; the grasslands used to be full of monsters.

Cloud walked over to the gate of the park and opened it, the gate was rusted with age so its hinges screeched loudly from the action. Sephiroth winced when his ultra-sensitive hearing echoed the jarring sound. He stood back behind the ditch as the blond walked over to a patch of grass and put his bag down.

Sephiroth eyes widened when the blond began to move his body in stretching motions, reaching down, his thigh muscles straining as he touched his left foot, then his right. He practically ogled the boy as he continued with his stretches, exposing new bits of skin to him when his clothing was pulled upwards or downwards. As arousing as it was however, Sephiroth couldn’t help but become angry at the boy for being so naive. Dressed like that in a place like this? He was asking for trouble. Any weirdo’s could be lurking around.

Cloud stood up and with a small intake of breath, he took off running. When the boy was a good distance away Sephiroth ventured further into the park-knowing he wouldn’t be seen.

There was an old children’s fun house about thirty feet from him, suitable for bigger children as well as small and Sephiroth knew that from there he would have both a better view and a place to hide. He used his speed to get to the house, climbing up a ladder and sitting on top of it. He was over ten feet from the ground and the front was higher than the back so Cloud wouldn’t be able to see him. He crouched down and watched the blond race around the park with impressive speed, Sephiroth thought he could have been a Shinra grunt. He crouched down lower, closing off his mind and just enjoying the view.

Cloud did three laps around the park and when he stopped he was covered in sweat, breathing heavily and his face was red. Sephiroth thought he could actually smell the boys sweat from there and-without him knowing, his tongue darted out to lick his lips in craving. Gaia, how he wanted to taste that boy, bury his nose in the crook of his neck and just breath…breath him in. It would be amazing: they would be amazing.

A low growl escaped his throat, he rubbed his forehead against the metal beneath him in irritation. He had to stop getting excited over every little thing the boy did, it was dangerous; for him and the boy.

He looked back up at the boy with narrowed eyes, his nails scraping against the metal. Cloud was bent forward, hands on his knees as he tried to regain his breath. Torture. The boy was torturing him.

Sephiroth turned his head sharply when his ears caught the sound of an engine in the distance. A familiar motorcycle was making its way down the road, approaching the park. That boy again. Sephiroth looked back at Cloud and as he expected the boys face had brightened significantly. That twinge beneath his ribs returned when he saw the adoring look Cloud gave the ravenette when he took off his helmet and ran a hand through his dark hair. The two began conversing, making Sephiroth angry at his inability to hear them-he was too far away for even his enhanced hearing to pick up any words.

Sephiroth drew his gaze away from Cloud to study the other boy. He was a handsome lad, tanned and muscular. His sculpted physique and charming face made him a perfect specimen of jock boyhood, though Sephiroth still thought he was nothing compared to the beauty beside him.

Sephiroth squinted his eyes in thought, this boy was definitely familiar. He just couldn’t think of why. He brought his thumb to his chin, fingering it lightly as he became lost in thought.

“Oww!”

He arched a slender eyebrow when he saw Cloud pick up a white towel and unexpectedly whip the older boy with it. Sephiroth thought that that was a very out of character move for the small boy, he guessed that he just figured the blond to be gentle and delicate like the angel he saw him as. That was foolish, the blond was a teenage boy and no matter how beautiful he was he was still going to act like just that.

He became a little edgy when the two boys began to roughhouse with one another on the grass. They were too close, touching and fondling each other in an imitation of foreplay. Oh how he wished he was that boy, that he had Cloud pinned to the ground. He would be more rough with him, he would dominate the blond and show him that he was his god and he owned him. He would make him feel heaven and hell all in one This boy was being too gentle with Cloud, tickling and poking him playfully. This wasn’t really sexual, it was childish and boyish. Two kids playing a game.

Sephiroth felt something else then, a sadness in his heart. He had never done this as a child. He never had anyone to act foolish with or to ‘hang out’ with. His childhood was always dedicated to study and training and left no time for childish things. He thought about his friends then, Angeal and Genesis. They had sometimes misbehaved as late- teenagers, sneaking into the Shinra training room to fight and wreak havoc. That was the closest to happiness he had ever felt and those times were few and far between. He was jealous of the freedom these to boys possessed.

The two teens stopped fighting eventually and just lay on the grass. They talked for a while about something that seemed quite serious and then they both stood up. Sephiroth watched in rising rage as they two approached the ravenette’s bike and Cloud was handed a helmet. He wouldn’t be walking home?

“Fuck” Sephiroth hissed. That damn boy was getting annoying. He may have to do something about that eventually. Both boys mounted the bike and with a roar of the engine they sped down the ditched road. Once the bike was out of sight Sephiroth stood up on the house slowly, glancing up at the darkening sky. He took a small step forward and then leaped into the air and landed just beside the park gate. His hood fell down with the motion leaving his hair to blow in silver tendrils around his face. He stopped only for a second before he took off running to the top of the road with such speed that the earth beneath his feet went undisturbed. He didn’t even slow down as he reached a building, he just bent down then leaped upwards, an arm reaching out to catch a window ledge and he began swinging from window to window like a skilful spider until he finally reached the roof of the large building. He ran to the edge and without a thought he jumped across to the neighbouring building, repeating the performance another eight times until he reached the desirable destination…Cloud Strife’s building.

He walked calmly to the edge of the roof, his hair was completely loose now and it blew around him like a shining ghost. Thin lips arched up into a smirk when green eyes spotted the bike making its way into the building parking lot. They came to a halt and he could see Cloud hopping of the bike and removing the borrowed helmet. The two talked for a minute and then to Sephiroth’s delight they said their goodbyes to each other and the ravenette started up his bike, revved it and sped away. Cloud watched him for a minute and then he re-shouldered his bag and headed for his apartment.

Sephiroth threw his legs over the edge of the building and landed on the balcony below him. He put his hand on the rail and looked down at the boy below him. The balcony he was on ran the whole way across the building and was attached to lower balconies by stairs and elevators. He watched the blond below climb two sets of stairs and head left down the second story balcony. Sephiroth mimicked the boys footsteps, gliding along the balcony at the boys pace. He scanned the area, glad to see that it was empty and that many of the apartments were vacant. That would help him. The boys footsteps stopped and Sephiroth could hear the distinct sound of keys being shoved in a lock, a door opening and then closing. He waited a few moments to make sure the boy was gone before he swung himself down three stories and landed on the blonds floor. He once again checked to make sure he wasn’t seen and then turned to the door he was sure Cloud lived behind.

Number 40. The boy lived behind this door. How could such an ugly place like this hold such a gem? Well, most crystals were dug from dirt. He brought a hand to the door and lightly traced the rough wood, some green paint chipping beneath his fingernails. He took a cautious step towards the door,-almost expecting it to suddenly open and slowly pressed his ear against the cold wood. He closed his eyes and listened intently, he could hear everything that was going on in the apartment.

“Mom, are you feeling better?” Clouds voice. That was right, his mother was suffering from Geostigma. The boy was in for some heartache.“ Hey, can I bring you anything? Water?” Cloud was such a good boy.

“Oh honey, I’m fine. Just a little tired is all.” The raspy voice which must have been Sky’s answered. “Come talk to me Cloud. How was your day?” He heard a bed creaking; it was probably the blond sitting down on the corner of her bed.

“It was fine, I don’t have much homework” Cloud answered softly. Sephiroth loved the sound of his voice, it was so soothing and warm. “Oh, I got an A in my ‘religion and the Lifestream’ project” The boy stated proudly. Sephiroth was proud, he liked perfection.

“Oh honey tha-” But Sky’s excited reaction was cut short when she was thrown into a coughing fit. It sounded bad, like she was trying to bring up he own organs. Sephiroth’s expression didn’t change though; he didn’t care about her.

“Mom! I’ll go get you water okay?” He heard Clouds slightly cracked voice and then footsteps. He heard the boy open a fridge door, take out a bottle and walk back into the room. The sound of harsh swallowing followed and then Sky whispered in a raspy voice.

“Honey, I think I’m going to have a little rest. Okay? I want to hear more about that A later though.”

“Of course mom, you look tired. I’m gonna go make something to eat” Cloud replied softly. Sephiroth heard the blond close the bedroom door softly and then make his way to another room. Sephiroth expected him to head the same way as he had to get the water but was surprised when the blonde walked to the left instead. He heard another door open and then close and gathered that the Cloud had entered his bedroom. He couldn’t hear the boy any more, the room being on the other side of the apartment. He sighed in frustration and stood back from the door. Was their a back to this building?

Sephiroth quickly made his way to the roof again and looked over the edge. His eyes widened in mad satisfaction. The back of this building was a complete dump. Garbage, graffiti, ruined vehicles and other disgusting articles riddled the place. The pleasant part however, was that this side of the complex also had balconies, albeit broken and unused ones. He jumped down all the way to the second floor and pulled himself onto the balcony. There were windows here, one from each apartment. His heartbeat quickened as he walked over to the window for Clouds number. Staying to the left and using the shadows as a cover he peered inside the glass and couldn’t stop the brilliant smile that formed on his lips. This was Clouds room. He was staring into the angels most personal space. This was incredible, he couldn’t believe how lucky he was. He would have settled with just listening through the walls and watching him at school but now…he could watch him in his own bedroom? Sephiroth was happy.

He stopped smiling when he looked at Cloud, he had been so caught up in the fact that he could see the boys room that he forgotten to look at the boy. Cloud was kneeling on his single bed, a book held in one hand and the quilt fisted in the other. Sephiroth couldn’t see his whole face because he was turned slightly away, but he could see the tear drops glinting in the light as they ran down the boys cheek. He could hear the raspy coughing in the background and knew that that was what Cloud was listening too as well.

Sephiroth frowned. The boy looked so different now than he did at school, was his bright and smiley persona false or was this just a weak moment? He would just have to wait and see.

Cloud sat there for a while, tracing a small finger around the pattern on his bedspread while letting the tears run freely down his face. His mouth was turned downwards in a baby-sad frown and he sniffled occasionally. Sephiroth figured that twenty minutes passed before the blond sat up straighter and brought a hand up to rub at his eyes and push away his bangs. The blond placed the book on his bed and swung his legs out from under him until his socked feet met the carpeted floor. Sephiroth could hear the floor board creaking beneath the boy as he made his way to his door and exited the room. Sephiroth was annoyed at this and decided to wait and see if the blond would come back soon. He could faintly hear the sound of a skillet heating, a fridge door opening and a package scrunching. The boy was making something to eat. He listened for a while-feeling hungry himself, and smiled when the blond returned to his room with a toasted sandwich on a blue plate in one hand and a glass of milk in the other. Cloud placed the items down on his bedside locker and made himself comfortable against the headboard of his bed. He picked up the book he was holding earlier and began to read while taking small bites of his sandwich. The whole scene was adorable, the blond looked so comfortable and cosy that Sephiroth suddenly got the urge to crush him to his chest and never let go.

He watched Cloud read, his face mimicking the emotions of the characters adorably and he couldn’t believe that this boy was so sad just a half an hour ago. Perhaps the blond just needed to let some emotions escape now and then.

The night flew by as Sephiroth watched Cloud read some more, do his homework, get a late evening snack and finally head for the bathroom to get ready for bed. Sephiroth had to contain his disappointment as Cloud brought his bedclothes with him to the bathroom and got changed there. The sight of the youth returning, clad in blue chocobo pyjama bottoms and a white T-shirt made up for it though. Sephiroth shuffled back quickly when the blond walked over and closed his curtains. He frowned, disappointed that his show was over. He heard the blonds bed creaking and the flick of a switch as the room grew dark. Waiting a few minutes, he slowly walked back to the window but he couldn’t see a thing through the thick material of the curtains. He brought a hand up to the glass, fingering it slowly and silently. He kept his body to the left so that his shadow wasn’t visible through the curtains.

“Goodnight Cloud” He whispered, listening to the steady breathing inside the room. He walked back to the edge of the balcony and gave one last look back towards the window before jumping. Today had been a good day. He had gotten to see more than he had hoped and felt just that little bit closer to the angel. There was so much more to come.

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Every beat of the music grated into his being, the buzzing echoing off every corner of his mind. His head swam with the disgusting laughter and obscenely loud voices. Sephiroth was irritated.

It was Saturday night and here he stood, outside the mayor of Shrewsbury’s private residence, watching a bunch of adolescent idiots get so drunk or high that they either throw up or passed out.

He had not been able to watch the boy as much as he had wanted that day due to work issues-an exploded Mako retainer to be exact, so when he finally arrived at the boys house at eight thirty it became apparent that the boy was going somewhere. First of all the blondes wet hair and red eyes indicated that he had been in the shower as well as the fact that he was wearing a blue fluffy bathrobe. Sephiroth had watched as the boy had spent fifteen minutes deciding what to wear, picking up and discarding several different ensembles until he was satisfied with his choice. He was once again disappointed when the boy had gone back into the bathroom with the clothes a toothbrush and a hairbrush. He waited patiently until the blond emerged ten minutes later, looking nothing short of stunning. He was dressed in a tight black wife beater with black jeans-the black really accentuating the boys white face and yellow hair. He watched as Cloud sat down and put on a pair of shoes before he walked over to his dressing table and picked up a silver item which was placed around his neck.

He remembered how frustrated he had been when the blond sat down in front of his mirror and had frowned, picking and prodding at himself for almost ten minutes. He had wanted to shake the boy, to drill it into him that he was perfect and that this self critique was foolish.

Eventually, he had followed the boy to his destination and ended up here, sitting once more in a tree, looking in through a huge glass bay window as the boy sat in a small group with his friends, drinking alcohol and having a good time. The brunette boy beside Cloud had collected him at his complex and driven him here. Sephiroth had thought that maybe the two were intimately involved but was happy to see that it wasn’t the case. He was less happy to see that the raven haired young man and Cloud were sitting quite close and seemed to be enjoying each others company very much. He was sure something was going on between them but decided not to act until he had more conviction. He stared at the blond as he gradually became more talkative and giddy with alcohol. The blond and his friends seemed to be more mature than most of the people at this party which was good because Sephiroth was becoming increasingly disgusted by the sexual and bodily displays going on in plain view of everyone. He twitched his hand in craving for his Masamune.

This whole scene annoyed him. He wanted to say that it was just because of the idiotic behaviour of the teens but that wasn’t the whole story. Everyone here looked so care free, so young. This was another thing he had missed out on, the foolishness of youth. He had never attended a party like this and had never just spent a teenage night drinking and acting reckless with his friends. It made him feel strange, perhaps nostalgic to see what he had missed out on.

Two hours into the night the blond suddenly stood up and Sephiroth watched curiously as Cloud made his way to into the hallway, sheepishly apologising to the people he bumped into (although it wasn’t really his fault). Sephiroth could see everything that was happening as most of the rooms in this house some extravagant window display. He saw the blond walk over towards a room which he guessed was a downstairs bathroom and chuckled as Cloud opened the door and quickly closed it, his face turning a shade of bright pink. The blond looked around panicked for a minute and then grabbed some of his front locks and turned to make his way upstairs, probably in search for another bathroom.

This house, like most in the area, had an backyard canapé and a slanted roof so as the blond made his way up the stairs, Sephiroth walked to the edge of the branch, jumped onto the canapé and quietly made his way onto the roof. He stayed low as he climbed up to a roof top window which looked down into the house. All he could see was the hall of the upstairs from here. He looked over and noticed with disdain that all the other roof windows had blinds covering them. He leaned down and spotted the slightly drunken Cloud coming up the stairs and walking down the hall. The blond turned into the second room on the left and Sephiroth was left to wait for him to return. He placed one hand firmly on the roof while the other was used to keep his silver hair back as he looked down in anticipation for the blonds return. It was strange really; to go to all this trouble just to see the blond walk by. He could have just waited in the tree for the blond to return downstairs.

The sound of footsteps caused him to turn his head and he saw a dirty blond boy stumbling down the hall. He didn’t think much of it until he saw the boy turn into the room the blond was in, closing the door behind him. What was this? Was it a coincidence? Was it an arrangement between the two? After about five minutes Sephiroth grew impatient, his fingers dancing on the tile nervously as he waited for something to happen. Gaia he wished that he could see what was happening in there. He couldn’t hear anything due to the music and he grew increasingly frustrated when fifteen minutes passed and there was no sign of either of them. Was Cloud a little slut? Was he in there\fucking that boy. His breath became heavy.

The bedroom door bursting open was unexpected and Sephiroth’s eyes widened when he saw Cloud frantically running down the hall, a look of panic on his snowy face. The dirty blond rushed out and in a rage he ran after the blond, catching him and throwing him backwards. Sephiroth saw red. He raised a hand, ready to smash the glass beneath him and save the boy. He watched as the two talked, as Cloud breathed deeply and tried to stop the other boy who was leaning over him intimidating. The older blond was in a state, Sephiroth could see, as he laughed and grew angry in the same heartbeat. Then the dirty blond did something to seal his death sentence, he roared in the startled blondes ear and brought him into a bruising kiss.

How. Dare. He.

Sephiroth’s eyes narrowed as he clenched his fist once more ready to strike the glass. He brought his hand down fast. His fist stopped a hairs breath away from the glass.

He watched with mixed feelings as the raven haired boy ran down the hall and lunged at the scumbag. There was a scuffle, panicked voices and then the blond was unconscious. He looked at Clouds face, tears threatening to spill from his pretty eyes as he held the other boys arm.

Sephiroth looked at the ravenette, his features twisted with rage and then something clicked: Angeal. This boy was Angeal’s nephew, he had met him only twice but he knew that that was who he was. What was his name? Jack?…Zack? That was it. Zack Fair. Sephiroth frowned, this complicated things. He couldn’t touch his friends nephew.

He narrowed his eyes when he saw the dirty blond on the floor begin to stir. He clenched his jaw as the piece of dirt coughed and struggled to his feet while talking to the two boys. He was surprised when he saw the look in Clouds eyes; not anger but pity. Cloud looked on sadly as the older blond made his way down the hall slowly. Zack stood with a serious look in his face but didn’t move. Sephiroth was not so forgiving.

He gave one last look towards the blond. He would be okay with Zack.

Sephiroth had something he needed to do.

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Shit, shit, shit. What the fuck did I just do? Oh Gaia, how did I let that happen? Everybody’s looking at me, okay I need to get out of here, I need to go home.

“Seifer man, what happened?” Oh fuck, Vossler.

“Fuck off!” I need to get out of here.

“What the fuck is your problem man.” He just wont quit will he? I push him away and say.

“Ill see you tomorrow man, I need to go.” Okay, come on. Just get out the door.

I make my way through the crowd, my heart is beating as I finally make it to the door and out to the garden. What the fuck did I just do? What’s wrong with me.

Your just like him.

Shut up. Shut up. I’m not him, I’m not anything like him. I would’ve stopped.

I make my way through Tifa’s gate and onto the road. Where the fuck am I going? My house is miles from here. Wait, do I want to go home? To that place? It’s not a home. Its hell!

What you deserve.

No. I don’t deserve that. I’m not like them. That bitch and that dead piece of shit. Gaia rest his soul. I’m better than them.

Why did you do it then?

No. I didn’t mean to. I was drunk…and high. I like Cloud, I really like him. Why would I do that to him? I would’ve stopped. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

I make my way down the road, passing all those big fucking houses with their nice cars and cut grass. Fuck them, their not any better than us. I walk for a half an hour, leaving the suburbs and entering an abandoned part of town. Does anyone live here? I don’t care. I need to be alone, I don’t want to be bad anymore. I want my bed. I don’t want to go back there.

“Fuck!” I roar into the open air, kicking a thrash can. I’m going crazy. I want to… I don’t even know. I just want to be better. I want to be happy. I cant be like this anymore. A scumbag.

I sit down against a wall, cradling my bloody head in my hands. Fuck I’m in pain! Fair can really throw a punch.

He could really throw a punch too.

Shut up. I don’t care about him any more. He’s gone.

Never gone.

“Uhhhh” I’m groaning? Gaia I’m so fucked. This is my wakeup call. I need to stop this. I need to be a better person. I will.

“Hurt, are we?” I jump at the sound of a new voice. Who the fuck else is here?

“Fuck off.” I spit back. Probably just a homeless man or something.

“Don’t you dare speak to me like that. Rodent.” Shit. I look up and feel a drum of fear when I see the person in front of me. A figure, over six foot tall, bulky and completely covered in black. Who the fuck was this?

“Look man, I’m sorry if this is your turf. Ill just get going.” I better get going, this place is creeping me out. Ill call a cab or something.

“Stand up.” What the fuck? This guy sounds pissed.

“Okay man” I say, standing up slowly. Gaia my ribs are sore. “I said I was going.”

“No your not.” What the fuck is his problem,

“Look, fucker” I start but my voice gets caught in my throat when he raises his hand and I see, to my absolute terror, that he’s holding a knife glinting in the moonlight. I raise my hands in surrender. “Hey man, I don’t want any trouble. I’m just going to leave.” but he doesn’t move.

“You don’t want any trouble?“ He asks calmly and I nod my head. Damn, my whole bodies shaking. “Then perhaps you should of thought about that before you touched him.” What the fuck? Who is this guy.”

“Who?” I whisper, licking my lips.

“WHO?” He bellows and I jump back in fright. My head is pounding. I just want to go home now. I shakily back up as he walks towards me. I cant see his face. “Weren’t you at a party tonight? Didn’t you follow a poor unsuspecting boy into a room and try to force yourself on him. You pushed him against the wall. You hurt him. You kissed him.” The last words were dripping with venom. I felt bile rise in my throat, my body felt cold and I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. How did he know this. What was this guy. Was he human?

“N-no that’s not what happened” I stutter but he just laughs and walks towards me until my body is crushed against the wall. He brings the knife up to my face and I feel tears well up in my eyes. “P...please man. It was an accident. I didn’t mean t-”

“An accident?” He laughs mockingly. I can feel my lips tremble, the tears running freely down my face. “I don’t think so.” He whispers menacingly. I don’t have time to react as he lunges forward and puts an arm around my neck. Catching me in a headlock. I cant breath, my body feels numb.

“Please man” I beg as he begins walking towards the entrance of the old building beside us. I begin kicking and screaming, digging my heals into the ground but its useless. “No, no no. Help. Somebody help me.” I shout. Drool is running down my mouth but I don’t care. I feel sick. He pulls me up four flights of stairs until to my absolute horror we end up on the top of the building. Oh no. Gaia help me.

“Please. Please. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for what I did.” I beg desperately, too afraid to be humiliated. He roughly lets me go and I fall to the ground in the pathetic heap that I am.

“What’s your name.” He asks me calmly.

“S-Seifer.” I answer timidly. To afraid to lie. I wipe my nose with my jacket as I watch him walk over to me.

“Seifer. You have committed a sin tonight.” He says and I sob desperately. Fuck, I’m such a fucking coward. “Do you have a phone?” I don’t answer. “ Don’t make me repeat myself, scum!” He hisses and walks closer to me. Now’s my chance.

As he bends down to grab me I bring up my elbow and slam it into his face. He reels back and I clumsily scramble to my feet, ignoring my aching body as I stumble towards the roof door. I smile when almost reach it but that expression turns distorted when he suddenly materialises in front of me, out of thin air. This guy isn’t human. My eyes widen in fear as he grabs my hair and lifts me up off the ground. He waits calmly as I curse and kick and scream at him until I become too tired and just give up. The pain in my scalp is unbearable and after he lets me drop to the floor I feel bile rise in my throat and I puke up what feels like the entire contents of my stomach. I place my hands on the ground and dry heave. I can feel him walking back over to me and bending down but I don’t have the energy to move now, let alone fight.

He reaches into my pocket with a gloved hand and takes out my phone. I begin to sob again as I see him flip open the phone and do something. Once he’s done he walks over to an electricity box and places the phone on it. I try to get up and run but my body cant move. Its so sore. I just want to go home to bed. I want to get better. I don’t want to be here.

He walks back over to me and grabs my hair again. I scream as he pulls me up by my burning scalp, begging and pleading for forgiveness. Oh Gaia, help me. My body breaks out in a sweat as he begins walking over to the edge of the roof.

“Please” I scream. “I’ll be good. I don’t want this. I don’t wanna die.” I sob desperately but he says nothing. We reach the edge of the building and I become still. Sweat, blood and tears running down my face. I cant even breath as he stands me right on the edge, his grip in my hair is what’s keeping me from plunging to my death. “Please?” I gasp. I don’t want to die. I want to go home. I’m afraid.

He looks at me for a moment and for the first time I can see his catlike green eyes through the darkness of the hood. He stays quite and I feel hope rise in my stomach at his next words.

“Are you truly sorry?”

“Yes.”

“You regret what you’ve done?”

“Y-yes.”

“it was the worst mistake you’ve ever made?”

“Yes. Yes please.”

“…Good.”

He let go.

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Okay. This chapter nearly killed me. It was so damn hard to write that I almost gave up. I just wanted to do one chapter dedicated to a whole day of Sephiroth stalking Cloud but it was really hard and it dragged on alot. I feel like the end result is boring though. Is it boring? Anyway, I’ve tried my best so there’s nothing more I can do now.

I realise that in the last chapter I made a few grammar mistakes and I do intend to fix that. I guess my head just wasn’t in it. The Yuffie thing seemed to annoy alot of you and I am very sorry about that. I guess I just never paid enough attention to her. Sorry!

The one chapter a week thing is a little unrealistic right now but I will try to update as quick as I can. Anyway, please read and review. Oh and sorry for any cat abuse caused by this story!!!