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Storm Cloud Smiles	By : Hnoss Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 852 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Storm Cloud Smiles
Flora_Winters
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII or Crisis Core and I’m not making any money here either. I do believe Final Fantasy VII is one of the best video games ever to me made and anyone who has the balls to disagree with the AWESOME that is ME will be all smitey-smoted by my lovely Knights of the Round.
Summary: Sometimes the dead simply do not stay where he thought he didn’t bury them. A ghost story which haunts windswept halls and beyond time. MM, Strong Language, Violence, Cloud-Zack, Cloud-Genesis, Cloud-Sephiroth, Cloud-Vincent, Genesis-Sephiroth
Chapter Three:
Cloud. Cloud. Cloud. We’re on a Boat, Cloud
Black storm clouds rolled across the dark sky and thunder boomed as lightening slithered across the heavens like fiery tongues belonging to dreaming dragons. The waves the large vessel was traversing upon were darker than writer’s ink.
It looked as though it would soon be pouring the rain and Cloud didn’t feel concerned in the slightest. All he wanted to do was find the silver haired son-of-a-bitch, cut off his fucking head and kick it like one of Cid’s porcelain teacups.
“Mr. Strife?” A concerned voice asked, causing the blond to turn his head. To his left stood the handsome sailor who had greeted him the moment he had boarded the ship. “This storm will soon be upon us. You should go below deck before it gets murderous out here.”
A blast of salty sea air ruffled his leather coat and Cloud smiled. It touched him that a complete stranger was actually concerned for his safety.
Not to cause any kind of problems, he simply nodded his head. “You take care out here in this.”
The young man grinned with straight teeth. Cloud judged him to be about a year or two older than him. His skin was really tan from all the sailing. The guy’s rugged face was framed by long, shaggy locks that were almost white as snow. He guessed the salty air and sun had bleached each strand.
“Will do, Sir,” the sailor said, turning to walk away.
“Hey,” Cloud called after, stopping him. “What’s your name?”
The guy turned back around. “Rhys.”
Cloud nodded. “Stay safe out here, Rhys.”
“If it be the Goddess’s will, Mr. Strife,” Rhys answered and was gone.
Cloud turned his head, looking back out across the endless black sea once more.
He didn’t really want to go in. He didn’t want to return to his lonely cabin. He didn’t want to go to sleep either.
Pulling the sparkling charm out from under his vest, he held it in the palm of his naked hand. It was so warm and gently glowing with a pleasant red light.
He closed his eyes, longing for familiar arms to wrap around and embrace him from behind.
“…I love you…”
His brilliant blue eyes snapped open just as the thunder above began to herald in the rain. Cold drops landed on his exposed flesh, drawing him back to that tear-soaked day.
He was kneeling in mud and blood, holding Zack’s lifeless body in his trembling arms. Rocking back and forth on his bruised knees, he was humming to him, not wanting to leave him alone.
He had held his head upwards, allowing the cruel rain to wash away the tears and blood from his face, numbing his every sense with each drop that touched him. His very reason for existing at all had been laid out before his bleeding eyes to weep over.
“Why can’t I…Why can’t I…stay with you?”
The past screamed all around him, echoing and growling right along with the thunder. It was his long ago screams that deafened him. His knees suddenly gave out on him and he gripped the railing as tightly as he could in order to keep from falling to them.
With a deep sigh, he pulled himself up, mentally forcing his legs to work as he held onto the charm, letting its glittering warmth comfort him. The charm pulsed like a loving heartbeat in his palm.
Closing his eyes, he remembered gentle arms wrapping themselves around his narrow waist. He could feel ghostly kisses being softly planted on the back of his neck.
“Why?” He whispered to the sound of the unforgiving sea. “Why couldn’t he stay with me?”
He kept the tears at bay and slowly made his way down below deck to where his cabin was.
~OOOOO~
Rhys had been watching Cloud the whole time. He had never before seen such a tragic figure.
The way the blond looked. The way he moved. It was haunting.
Those blue eyes were so very bright and yet they were illuminated with sadness far deeper than any sea.
He shook his head.
Someone so beautiful should never have to look like that. It was so wrong.
“Come on, boys!” A loud voice shouted over the ocean’s stormy roar. It was his father, the captain of the ship. “Let’s get this done before the Goddess drowns us out here!”
He helped where he could.
~OOOOO~
Cloud was seated on his bed with his back resting against the wall. He only had his pants on and his shirt because the rest of his clothes were hanging up to dry on a thin wire. He had found a book on the little dresser and had decided to read it.
It was a sappy romance novel.
He wanted to reach the Northern Continent as soon as possible. He knew where that prick was.
Of course the Life Stream would spit him out. Sephiroth was a nasty taint after all.
He had silently hoped he would never ever have to see that place again. He was secretly terrified that her spirit haunted the place.
A sudden knock came at his cabin door and he looked up from the kissing scene.
“Yes?”
“It’s me, Mr. Strife,” a familiar voice spoke from the other side. “I’ve made you some tea.”
He put the book down. “Door’s open.”
It was Rhys and he had a pale blue mug in his hand. He could see the steam rising from the rim.
The white haired sailor walked over and handed it to him, telling him to be careful. It was really hot.
Cloud nodded, taking the mug from Rhys’ slightly larger hand, noticing for the first time that the guy had amber-red eyes.
“Thank you.”
“I figured since you had been standing in that downpour for quite some time, you might like something warm in you,” Rhys said, taking two polite steps back.
Cloud took a small sip from the mug and then took another.
It was the best goddamn tea he had ever had. It was delicious. He could taste honey with a bit of chocolate.
“Thanks,” Rhys grinned with white teeth. “It is my mom’s recipe.”
Cloud gave him a sad smile.
It must be nice and comforting to have family. He used to have one of those.
It was gone now. It was dust in the cruel wind.
“Mr. Strife?” Rhys asked.
“About that,” Cloud said, handing him back the now empty mug. He had downed it all. “Call me Cloud.”
Rhys nodded, taking back the mug with a nod. “Thank you, Cloud.”
Cloud looked at him with confusion. What was he thanking him for? Handing back the mug?
“Thank you,” Rhys repeated. “Thank you for what you did.”
Cloud sat in silence.
Someone was actually thanking him and meaning it?
Sure, the management back in Wutai had as well, but staying at their inn had meant better business and tourism. It just wasn’t the same as this.
“I know a measly little cup of tea and a small thank you is tiny compared to what you did for us all and the Goddess,” Rhys said, letting his broad shoulders slightly droop. “But…”
Cloud shook his head.
“This measly little cup of your mother’s delicious tea and your tiny thank you…it makes me happy.”
Amber-red eyes looked down at him.
So, Cloud thought, looking away from him. Not all people are complete assholes. It is good to know some descent folk still exist.
“Well,” Rhys said, backing up another step. “Have a pleasant evening, Cloud.”
“Um,” Cloud said back, stopping him because he didn’t want him to leave just yet. “Are you off duty?”
Rhys looked over his shoulder. “I am.”
“Do you play cards?” He asked, holding up a deck he’d discovered under his pillow.
Rhys cocked an almost white brow. “Are we on a ship?”
Cloud chuckled, surprising himself.
~OOOOO~
Two hours later, they were both on the bed, throwing down their cards. Rhys cursed, scratching the back of his head.
Cloud grinned. “I win again.”
“If we were playing for cash,” the sailor said, looking down at the cards in shame. “I’d be down to my last article of clothing.”
Cloud laughed and a huge yawn snuck up on him.
Rhys looked up. “I should get going.”
“Duty calls?” Cloud asked, picking up the scattered card off the sheets.
Rhys shook his head. “No. You just look like you’re about to fall over at any moment.”
Cloud mentally winced.
He must look like hell.
His dreams sure did.
YAY! They could match together.
Rhys stood up and began to slip his feet back into his worn leather boots.
“Rhys?” Cloud asked, struggling not to chew on his bottom lip.
He really didn’t know the right way on asking a guy not to leave just yet. Well, he did. He just hadn’t done it in a really long time.
“Huh?” Rhys asked.
“I, uh,” he stumbled over his tongue. “I’ve been having some bad dreams and I…Would you…Would you mind staying until I fall asleep?”
He felt so fucking stupid.
He didn’t even know this man and Rhys certainly didn’t know him. He must look like a total moron and a queer to boot.
“Sure,” Rhys said, walking over to pull up the chair in the corner of the tiny room.
Cloud was instantly relieved that his request hadn’t been shot down with a cruel snort and a slamming door.
“I’ll stay for as long as I can,” Rhys said, taking a seat.
“Rhys?” Cloud asked, seeing how funny the tall guy looked, sitting on such a tiny thing.
“Yes?” Rhys replied, folding his arms.
He looked absolutely ridiculous. His knees were up to his chin.
“Do you want me to hold you, Cloud?”
Cloud’s heavenly blue eyes widened and they were so tragically painful to gaze into.
“If you don’t think it’s too weird. Would you mind?”
Rhys’ smile was like sunlight coming out from behind a cloud. He stood up and kicked his boots back off.
“Scoot over.”
Cloud did so, rolling over onto his side so that he was facing the wall. He felt the sudden weight beside him and closed his eyes as strong arms wrapped around him, pulling him back against a rock hard chest.
Rhys smelled like the sea. Crisp. Clean.
“You can sleep, Cloud,” Rhys said, humming softly to him. His voice was beautiful. “I’ll do my best in keeping the bad dreams at bay.”
Cloud took a breath, allowing his muscles to slowly relax.
Rhys kept humming his heavenly hum and Cloud felt himself begin to drift off.
The charm gently blazed against his breast and Rhys’ embrace kept him warm, making him feel safe.
~To Be Continued…
Please review and tell me what you think. I would like to thank everyone who has read and reviewed my story so far. Your kind and encouraging words puts a happy smile on my face. I wish you all a happy-happy day. Take care. Stay safe. Come back and read more. I’ll post more soon. Who wants to go to Candy Mountain? I see that horn, Charlie.
~Flora
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