Your beautiful

Hey guys! Uh, so sorry for the time it took to post this chapter but I've just started college and its really busy so I dont have as much free time as I did. I have to thank you all so much for your reviews and stuff, it really means so much to me that you like this story. Thank you all dearly!('^')

This chapter is gonna be graphic and may contain upsetting themes so if you don't like then please don't read. Thank you!

Disclaimer: Dont own Final Fantasy or any Square Enix characters.

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“Suicide.” Cloud slammed the paper down on his dressing table, the sound lingering in the small room for seconds afterwards. Zack rose his brows and pursed his lips, breathing softly through his nose.

“Yeah,” he breathed out, running a hand through his raven locks, “that’s what their saying Cloud. Why are you so surprised?” This caused Cloud to turn around sharply, eyes widening in disbelief as he regarded the other slouched on his bed.

“Why am I..? Zack. Its our fault.” He yelled. Zack shook his head, chuckling darkly.

“Our fault?” He muttered as Cloud nodded angrily. “Cloud, the guy had problems. What went wrong there had nothing to do with us.”

“Yeah but…You saw him last night Zack. He was a mess. We should have done something.” Cloud said softly. He lowered his head so his blond bangs covered his eyes and fiddled with some items on his dressing table. Zack sighed softly and scratched the bridge of his nose with his thumbnail.

“What could we have done Cloud? Let him finish what he started?”

“No.” The younger answered quickly, shooting the other an irritated look. “Of course not Zack. I just think we should of made him see a doctor or something. Especially after the fight you two had.” He said the last part quietly.

“Cloud, I think the last thing either of us were thinking involved Seifer’s welfare. Besides, what good would a doctor have done? He needed a mental help Cloud, not medical.” Zack argued. He really didn’t get why Cloud was so upset. Sure, he felt sorry for what Seifer did but he didn’t see why the blond was blaming himself so much. The boys actions the previous night were inexcusable and proved that there was something wrong with Seifer’s mentality already.

“Well yeah but… maybe his head was messed up from… he was bleeding a lot, I mean.” Cloud said timidly, looking at the other through lowered lids. He knew what happened wasn’t Zack’s fault but a part of him couldn’t help but remember the way the ravenette was the night before. He was so brutal; hitting and punching Seifer like a madman.

“Oh I see,” Zack said slowly, clucking his tongue while looking towards the ceiling. He clenched his jaw bone and looked back towards the blond. “You’re not really blaming us as much as you’re blaming me.” He stated, looking at the blond with a raised brow. Cloud sighed softly, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

“I don’t blame you Zack. I just…he was drunk and injured and upset. I saw his eyes, they were so…empty. We let him leave like that and now he’s dead.” Saying it out loud, Cloud realised how real this all was. He stomach felt full and heavy and he wanted this all to just go away. Someone died. Because of him?

Zack stood up from the bed, the old floor tiles squeaked beneath his feet as he walked the short distance to the blond. He felt a little bad about getting angry, this whole thing seemed to be weighing heavily on his friend and he was just being an asshole.

“Look,” he said, ruffling the blonds hair affectionately, “I get what your saying Cloud, but think about this properly for a second. He attacked you. I stopped it before it got too bad but if I didn’t things could have been a lot different now. How would you have felt then. Seifer wasn’t evil but he wasn’t nice either. Anyone who would attack someone like that would have to have serious problems in their life. You were just a vent, what he did really had nothing to do with you. Or me. I beat him pretty badly Cloud but I didn’t damage his head too much, not enough to cause that kind of confusion anyway.” Zack breathed heavily, having forgotten to during his rant. Cloud sighed, dragging his eyes up to meet the others.

“Yeah.” He said softly. “I guess you’re right Zack. It all still sucks though.” Zack gave the boy a sad smile, placing an arm around his shoulder.

“I know.” Zack mumbled as Cloud slouched unhappily against him. “It does suck.”

That was the conversation Cloud and Zack had had the morning after Seifer Almasy lost his life. The media, as predicted, ate up the tragic story like a swarm of flies on a festering piece of flesh. The following weeks were filled with theories and stories on what could of caused Seifer to end his life like that. The dominating one was that the teens parents were to blame; one was an abusive alcoholic and the other an ego driven schizophrenic.

The boy had apparently been dealing with an upsetting amount of mental abuse and pressure which caused a mental breakdown of sorts. The night of the party he was high on drugs and alcohol and had gotten into a fight with a peer. He had left the party in a dazed state, walked calmly to the top of a building a few miles down, wrote a message saying ‘I’m sorry’ on his cell phone and threw his body from the roof. The teens who attended the party were all questioned; including Cloud and Zack. Cloud had been worried about Zack as the boy was questioned the most regarding his brawl with the teen and was temporally regarded as a person of interest. The autopsy cleared Zack eventually and the investigation was cleared up, suicide being the final and most obvious verdict.

It was now two months since the incident and both the media and the school had begun to move on. It was harder for some than others but Cloud was sad to see that there was no one who was completely devastated by Seifer’s passing, even his parents. How could someone be alive for seventeen years and then just…disappear. Like a drop of water which dried and left no mark.

Anyway, life had continued and Cloud was now stood behind his usual post at ‘Dilly Dallies’ ,working his Saturday shift. He tended to work a lot of weekends lately, having no real desire to go out anymore. It was now three thirty and his shift finished at four. That would have been okay but it appeared as though it had been three thirty for a long time now. Why was the end of a shift always the longest.

The blond drummed his fingers nonchalantly on the counter, moving his eyes around the room dreamily as his head bobbed with the movement.

Beep beep.

Cloud reached into his pocket and retrieved his cell phone which tickled his hand as it vibrated. He pressed the answer button and placed it to his ear.

“ ‘low?” He mumbled into the device.

“Hey man! What you up to?” Zack’s unmistakable voice filtered through the other end.

“Oh! Hi. I’m working now. Why?” Cloud replied, brightening up a bit.

“Well damn! I just finished training with Angeal and I was gonna see if you wanted to hang out. Maybe get something to eat…” Zack drifted off suggestively.

“Well…I’m finished at four so-”

“Four? Cool that’s only like twenty minutes away. Why didn’t you say that Spiky? Ill meet you outside the store then. Okay?” Zack interrupted the teen happily.

“Uh… Okay. That’s fine.” Cloud blinked. Zack gave a quick goodbye and hung up. Cloud sighed and looked at the clock. Nineteen minutes.

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“I swear she was going to just jump you.” Cloud laughed as the two of them made their way up the steps of Zack’s apartment. The older teen let out a shout of laughter and put his hand up in mock defence.

“I know. I’m pretty sure she dropped that fork on purpose. Just so she could lean down and grab my knee like that. Wow.” He widened his eyes at the memory. “Guess that’s what happens when you’re an amazing person, huh.” He drawled, brushing away an invisible speck of dust from his shoulder.

“Oh!” Cloud snorted, looking sideways at the other. “ Must be hard. Huh.”

“I felt violated.” Zack said in a girlish voice as he dug in his pocket for his keys. Cloud sighed and looked away, smiling.

Zack had collected Cloud outside the shop and the two of them had gone to ‘Migelo’s Place’ for some food and had hung around for almost three hours. Cloud had checked in with his mom to discover she was heading to bed and seemed fine so he decided to hang out at Zack’s for a couple of hours. He hadn’t been there in a while after all.

Zack opened his front door and ushered Cloud inside before entering himself. The apartment was nice and spacious with white walls and dark wooden furniture. The place was in a nice part of town and only had three apartments attached per row. Cloud was pretty embarrassed about just how much better this place was than his but had decided to just get over it. He knew Zack didn’t care about his socioeconomic background anyway. He took off his shoes at the door as usual and entered the living room.

“Drink?” Zack offered as he made his way to the kitchen.

“Kay.” Cloud nodded. He sat down on the plush leather couch, feeling conscious of his old and probably dirty clothing. Every thing was so nice here, he didn’t fit properly.

“Here you go sir.” Zack smirked, carrying two bottles of Budweiser over two the couch.

“I didn’t think you meant alcohol, Zack.” Cloud said sheepishly as Zack just shrugged and handed him a bottle before letting himself fall back onto the couch, next to the blond.

“Why not? Its Saturday and we’re not doing anything tomorrow.” Zack reasoned as Cloud tilted his head. “Plus Angeal’s working late tonight.” The ravenette continued in response to Cloud’s patronising look. The blond looked at the other for a minute before sighing and sinking back into the couch.

“I guess so.” He said as he took a swig. Zack made a ‘ah ha’ noise and took a drink of his own.

“Its weird. The last time I drank this was-” Cloud said softly, running his finger around the ring of the bottle

“Hey. That’s all over now Cloud. We have to move on from all that.” Zack said, moving his head to try make eye contact with the boy. “Cheers?” He held out his bottle, waiting for the blonds reaction. Cloud searched the others eyes, he knew he was bringing the mood down but he couldn’t help it. That night was engraved in his head and every little thing reminded him of it. He had to stop. Zack was right, it wasn’t their fault and they had to move on. He snapped back to reality and smiled softly.

“Yeah. Cheers.” He said as the bottles clinked together.

The two sat and talked for about an hour until they heard the front door open and then close.

“Shit.” Zack muttered, eyes gong wide. Cloud sat up quickly and watched as Zack jumped up and hurriedly gathered up the empty bottles from the coffee table.

“Zack?” He whispered but the other just waved him off and looked at the bottle in his hand before grabbing it from him.

“He told me not to drink tonight. Or to touch his beer.” Zack whispered as he rushed into the kitchen. Cloud blinked, his hand still poised as thought he was still holding the bottle. He looked over as the door to the living room opened and a very tall, muscular and dark haired man walked in.

“…Hi Angeal.” Cloud said awkwardly, opening his erect hand to form a wave.

“Cloud. Its good to see you. How have you been?” The other replied not unkindly. Cloud relaxed a little.

“Fine. Me and Zack were just-”

“Drinking my beer and staining my furniture.” The man stated. Cloud clamped his mouth shut, looking away timidly. “Don’t worry. I think I know who’s idea this is.” Angeal winked at Cloud who raised his brows. Zack picked this moment to enter the room, smiling at his uncle.

“Oh hi Angeal! I didn’t realise you were here.” He raised an eyebrow to hide his tense façade. Angeal cocked his head and folded his arms.

“Yeah,” he said in his deep voice, “mission got cancelled so I came home early. Are you glad?”

“Of course I am man.” Zack said carefully, trying to ameliorate the situation. Angeal looked at him for a minute before sighing.

“Well then. I had a long day. I think I’ll go get myself a beer.” He made a step towards the kitchen before Zack jumped in front of him.

“No.” The younger ravenette practically shouted and Angeal faked a enquiring look. “I mean, you’ve had a hard day. Why don’t you sit down and I’ll get you a beer. Go on unc, sit. Relax.” Zack said smoothly and Cloud had to hold in a laugh. Angeal blew some hair out of his eyes and pretended to consider his nephew.

“Alright Zachery, that sounds nice. It would be great if you could throw in a sandwich with that and… Cloud, do you want a coke?”

“Sure.” The blond bit his lip to contain the chuckle tickling the back of his throat.

“Good. We’ll be here then Zack.” The older man narrowed his eyes and walked to the couch, motioning for Cloud to follow him.

“Great.” Zack bit out through gritted teeth. He smiled innocuously he made his way out of the room.

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Hmm, the military just wasn’t what it used to be. Ever since the war finished there really wasn’t much illegal activity going on; internal or external. It was mostly small movements and street crime that had to be monitored now and that tended to make the job somewhat… dull. Being sent out on missions used to hold some danger, some mystery. You used to never know what was going to happen, what enemy you would be facing or if you would even return alive.

Not any more.

Dull, standard, routine assignments is all they were now. Futile errands that any fool could perform. He was Sephiroth. The great general Sephiroth! And he was getting sick of these tasks. He was getting sick of everything really. He was beginning to crave an end to this routine. To throw a cloth over this birdcage and start anew.

Yes, Sephiroth had been thinking lately. What if he were to leave this place and never return? It would be simple enough, he could get a transfer at work or maybe even quit altogether. Buy a house in a secluded area, away from the spotlight, and just be free. Free from everything he had been forced into all his life; duty, obligations, discipline… depression.

Sephiroth pondered this as he made his way up the steps leading to the second story balcony, his footsteps getting lost in the melancholy music of the raindrops. He had had a bad day, his eyes were unusually heavy with lethargy and his muscles ached from having just returned from an overnight mission in the freezing south of Wutia. It wasn’t a demanding mission; a small terrorist group trying to mix a corrosive chemical with the iron used to build Shinra equipment in order to slowly erode it, but it was the lack of sleep, mobility and patience that made it an intolerable experience.

Upon arriving home he had instantly decided he needed something to lift his foul temper and this had led to him to where he was now. Walking that familiar street, past those familiar buildings and up those familiar steps leading to a familiar balcony. The journey was like an impulse now. His muscles had committed it to memory and he was free to just let his mind wander as his body controlled him. No one ever saw him, he had stopped scaling the buildings and climbing rooftops now and instead just walked calmly along the narrow streets, an invisibility materia making his body transparent to the world. Yes, working for Shinra really did have its perks.

Sephiroth had been following Cloud Strife for two months and three days now and he had never been more happy. Every day he was with the teen brought them closer together and that, he knew, was an extraordinary privilege. Cloud was a beautiful individual. The General had learned so much about the blond from their time together, like how even though he was small and graceful he was surprisingly clumsy and spacey. He often had to stifle a laugh as he watched the youth bump into someone or trip over something or knock something down and become flustered. His face became flushed and his eyes would dart nervously around, probably to see if anyone noticed his blunder. It was adorable.

He had also discovered that the blond was aspiring to become a writer. The notebook he had seen him doodling in that first day was frequently used by the blond to take down notes and ideas during the day and he also attended a creative writing course every Wednesday, which he seemed to enjoy. Sephiroth didn’t know what the boy wrote about but he had gathered from scattered conversations that his home life factored into the hobby somehow. He vowed that some day he would read that notebook.

He loved to watch the youth write, to see how his pretty face would follow the emotions of his words. Sometimes he would wrinkle his nose and snarl and other times he would widen his eyes as though he were surprised. It was very amusing to watch and he was sure that the boy would be mortified if he knew anyone was. Sephiroth didn’t care.

The blonds relationship with Angeal’s nephew stayed much the same as it had two months ago: a close, non-romantic friendship. Sephiroth still kept an eye on it, just in case anything unfavourable were to happen. He honestly didn’t know what he would do if something did happen though. The boy was his close friends nephew and he knew Angeal cared a great deal for him. Would he be capable of hurting that person?

Hopefully the problem would never arise.

He hadn’t really gotten to see Cloud interact in a social setting since the night of the party, when he had disposed of that vermin. The blond seemed to be feeling a great deal of guilt over the event- something Sephiroth scoffed at. That boy was a scumbag. He had attacked Cloud, tried to ruin his life just to satisfy his own need. Like an animal! A filthy beast that was put on the planet to destroy all that was good. Why would the blond be sad to see him gone?

Sephiroth released a breath, Cloud was so innocent. That was another thing he had learned. He had watched as Cloud had walked obliviously past people who ogled and commented on him, and never once turned his head or frowned at them. The blond seemed to be a bit of an enigma in the school; the boy everyone wanted but no one could have, and he didn’t even know it. That kind of trust could be dangerous; taken advantage of. And just like Sephiroth had done on that faithful night, he would make sure the boy was protected. It was his calling.

The real highlight of the his time with Cloud Strife though, was the first time that angelic body had been revealed to him.

As mentioned before, the blond had taken to staying in since the news of that Gaia-forsaken boys death, and this meant Sephiroth got to spend hours watching the boy in his own bedroom, something which pleased him very much. He could see that Cloud was upset about the fatality but he didn’t linger on it. He had no reason to feel guilt over fulfilling his duty after all.

He had been standing outside the boys window on one of these nights, just watching Cloud live from his vantage point, when he was awarded by the goddess herself. The boys mother must have been sick, as Cloud had returned to his bedroom with a vile green substance coating the left shoulder of his grey T-shirt. Sephiroth had scrunched his nose in revulsion at the sight of the stain but Cloud had just sighed and walked over to his closet, shuffling through it. The blonds whole body seemed to have been swallowed by the closet until he emerged with a fluffy blue bathrobe. Sephiroth had been disappointed when he realised the blond would be leaving to take a shower soon but his mood had done a complete ninety degree turn when he scoped the youth carefully lifting the hem of his shirt and slowly pealing it over his head.

He had been watching Cloud for nine days by then but that was the first time that that flawless torso was ever revealed to him, the blond always seeming to dress in the bathroom. He remembered how he felt his mouth dry and his pulse quicken as he had drank in the sight of that pale skin covering the lithe but finely defined muscles. As though hypnotised, he had dragged his eyes over the creamy chest, no hair was present and two pink-tinged nipples, hardened from the sudden exposure to the cool air, stood out like two flowers from a stem. His incisors had dug into his lower lip in response to his urge to bite and suckle on those sensitive little buds, to make Cloud cry out as he manipulated his body. His torso was perfect, all toned and petit. So perfect, in fact, that Sephiroth wanted to mark it. He wanted to darken the skin around his neck with his mouth, to leave fingerprints all over his chest and stomach and to make those pink nipples turn a deep red. Oh, he wanted that boy.

He remembered the state of ecstasy he had been drawn into when the blond didn’t just stop at the shirt. Oh no, he had watched, waiting for the arrow of a Bahamut to strike him down and end that perfect moment, as the blond fumbled with the top button of his jeans and then pulled down the zipper before commencing to slide the rough fabric down his legs. A world of sensation had shot straight to his groin as the slim legs were seductively revealed to him, showing more than ever before. The legs were finely haired and slim, but still very boyish. The boy ran almost every day and it showed, the boys calves were strong and bulging while his thighs were firm and lean. Sephiroth imagined them wrapped around him, tightening with ecstasy as he guided the youth through his sexual awakening.

The dark blue boxers the boy was wearing were pulled down slightly with the his pants and Sephiroth’s couldn’t help but smirk as the tip of the boys ass was revealed. His fingers had twitched by his side, longing to both release the pressure in his groin and to slide them down that exposed valley between the boys ass cheeks. Cloud had continued to remove his stockings clumsily before sliding his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and lowering them.

Perfection.

It was beauty in its truest form. Cloud had stood before him, completely devoid of any clothing or man made items adorning him. He was like a cherub, all golden and pink and…beautiful. He couldn’t remember what his initial reaction had been but what he did know was that the image of that youthful and flawless body had forever been engraved into his mind. The boys back was perfectly curved and dipped down at the end of his spine before swelling into two glorious mounds of flesh, which Sephiroth had craved to sink his fingers into. The boys posterior was in no way a large one, but it was deliciously swollen and fleshy. Sephiroth had remembered how he was overcome with a strong urge to run a hand over the soft pink-tinged flesh, to separate those mounds and find the special treasure between them. He had had to bite back a moan as the visions assaulted him, filling his mind with wicked ideas.

Clouds front was just as satisfying as his back. The small navel lay above the well formed triangle which led to the boys genitals. Sephiroth could feel his own manhood twitch in its leather encased prison as he eyed the boys still forming penis, which hung around five inches; quite small compared to his own impressive nine inches but the boy was still growing. Cloud, like most children in Midgar, had been circumcised and because of this his pretty member was fully exposed. Sephiroth knew it would turn an assortment of different colours when it was played with. He craved to taste that precious part of Clouds anatomy, something he had never been into before but now he just wanted to taste the boys essence as he drew it from him. The boys perfectly shaped thighs enclosed around his tight scrotum artistically and the soft blond curls around the boys genital area was very sexy causing Sephiroth to want to feel just how soft they were. He had felt himself break out into a sweat as his member stiffened painfully.

An angle.

That’s what Cloud Strife was. An immortal sent from the promised land. A reward for Sephiroth’s duty to the world, and he was grateful.

Sephiroth stared at Cloud for what felt like an eternity but could realistically of been only twenty seconds before the boy wrapped the nightgown around himself. His body was still in a high state of arousal and ecstasy as he watched the blond gather his things and exit the bedroom, probably to enter the shower.

That night he had left Clouds house early and lay in his bed, dreaming of blue eyes and smooth flesh. His sheets were soaking the next morning.

Yes… that night had been special. Sephiroth realised that he was probably the first person (non-related)to see the boys body completely nude since the day he was born and this meant a lot to him. He would be the only one to see the boy like this. Cloud was his now.

Sephiroth shook his head to shake off the excess liquid as he approached that special window. He narrowed his eyes when he noticed the light in the room seemed to be shut off and growled when he saw that the blond wasn’t in his bed and the apartment was completely quite. He must be out. Sephiroth was annoyed, Cloud had stayed in every weekend for two months except the one he missed? Typical.

He sighed and turned around to stare at the dim landscape. What would he do now? Wait? The boy may not be home for hours. He stood there for a moment, contemplating whether he should just leave, and then an idea struck him. Turning back around swiftly he brought a hand out to trace the bottom of the windowsill. It was an old fashioned design, using Kalm metal. Sephiroth had some experience with this.

It was easy to open.

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“Keys…” Cloud fussed around his bag pack, waiting to hear that familiar rattling as he made his way up the steps to his apartment. He had spent the night at Zack‘s; watching a kendo tournament with the two and was only getting home now, at ten in the morning. He didn’t like leaving his mom at home alone all night but he had checked in to find that it was one of her good nights and decided it was better not to return in the middle of the night and wake her. He still felt a little guilty though.

He fished out the keys and looped them around his finger as he walked along his balcony. He had had a good time last night. Before his mom got sick he used to stay at Zack’s a lot and it was always fun. He used to do a lot of things he didn’t do anymore actually. Like stay out late in the park, trying to catch mako flies in a jar, until he would return home, covered in mud and get grounded for a week. Or just lie in front of the TV all day Saturday, watching endless bouts of silly cartoon as his mom made him snacks. He missed those times. He didn’t hold any resentment towards his mother, not at all, but he often got angry at the situation. It wasn’t fair! His mom was a good person, she didn’t deserve this. Cloud sighed, he always got drawn into these depressing thoughts when he was alone.

Shaking his head, the blond inserted the key once he reached the door and entered the house. He could smell something in the kitchen. Pancakes? He narrowed his eyes as he followed the source of the smell.

“ Mom?” He raised a brow when saw his mom standing in the kitchen with two huge stacks of pancakes beside her.

“ Hey sweetie! I thought you might be hungry. There your favourite. Maple syrup.” Sky smiled sweetly, holding a fork out to her son. Cloud approached her slowly, suspiciously. Usually when his mom did something like this she wanted something in return.

“What do you want?” He finally said, crossing his arms. Sky made an o with her mouth before turning away from him.

“Am I really that bad a mother that you think I would only make you food when I want something?” She said softly. Cloud widened his eyes and took a step towards her.

“ No of course not mom!” He said eagerly, turning her around. “Sorry.” He smiled and took the fork from her and she mirrored the expression. He grabbed the pancakes from the counter and placed them on the table. Sky watched on eagerly as he cut off a little triangle and raised the fork to his mouth. Cloud stopped for a moment before closing his lips around the tasty morsel.

“ Well?” Sky asked, clasping her hands together.

“Its good.” Cloud said between bites. Smiling sweetly.

“Oh good,” she responded, turning around to pick up some folded clothes. “ Oh and Shera needs someone to help put up flyers about her seminar next week. I told her you wouldn’t mind.” She said airily as she exited the kitchen. Cloud knitted his brows.

He knew it.

After stuffing himself with almost nine pancakes, Cloud painfully made his way to his bedroom. He opened the door and placed his bag down beside his dresser before shrugging off his jacket. He leaned down to crab a clean T-shirt but something from the left caught his eye. He looked over towards his bed and was surprised to see a large silver box placed on top of it.

“Huh?” He mumbled as he stood up and squinted his eyes at the box. He walked over to it to get a better look. It was a large box, around twenty inches in diameter and seemed to be covered with simple silver wrapping paper. He spotted some writing on it and was even more confused when the words spelled out his name. A gift?

He brought a hand out to finger the smooth surface carefully, he was confused but couldn’t help feeling little bubbles of excitement in his stomach. Should he open it?

“It does say my name…” he mumbled. Sitting down on the bed beside the box he bit his lip and read the name again, just to make sure it was his. Deciding that there was no pointing just sitting there he brought his finger over to scratch the tape along the centre of the box, holding the wrapping paper together. He started out slow at first but frustration got the better of him and before he knew it the silver paper was on the floor and a shiny black briefcase was sitting in front of him.

“Uh?” He looked towards the door, as if it would give him the answers he wanted. The case was a very rich dark leather with sterling silver buckles along its sides. It looked expensive. Cloud reached out to the silver buckles, jiggling with them for a minuet until he figured it out and they clicked open. All he had to do was open the case.

“Well, here goes nothing. Please don’t be a bomb!” He nervously chuckled as he gripped the sides of the lid and pulled. Cloud eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as he viewed the contents inside. The case was overcrowded with items he was sure no one he knew could afford. Not all of them anyway. A white ‘Tuesti’ Laptop, an Ipod of the same brand, a meteor cell phone (the newest model) an electrical writing pad and a 50gb memory stick were just some of the cool gadgets Cloud had apparently been gifted with. It was amazing but…it didn’t make sense. Who would do this? His mom couldn’t afford all of these things. He decided there must have been some mistake and started to gently search around the case for clues.

He found that the lid of the case had pockets on the inside and they were filled with very professional pens, pencils and other writing equipment. Was this from his writing class? He searched the pockets gently until he found something promising: a white envelope which was addressed to him. “Good.” he sighed as he slipped his thumb under the seal and gently pried it open. He fount a piece of paper inside and pulled it out. He shook the envelope to make sure it was empty before he held up the note and began to read. With every word he read his face grew more like the paper they were written on. He began to hyperventilate and once he was done he quickly dropped the paper to the ground like it has stung him. This wasn’t possible. Cloud got up from his bed to walk towards the window, running a hand fussily through his hair. He leaned his hands against the window, then put them to his sides before leaning them on the wall. “Uh!” He yelled in frustration, rubbing his eye. He let out a loud breath and walked back towards the bed, kneeling down and picking up the source of his confusion again. “Is this a joke.” his voice cracked slightly as he re-read the short paragraph.

Cloud.

I realise this is going to be a shock to you but I’ve come to realise that its time to make myself known. I’ve been watching in on your life for some time now and I am very proud of the young man you have become. You’re a good boy, and good boys deserve gifts. I hope these items will be of use to you and I hope you will feel no guilt over the expense. You are more than worth it and it is truly the best money I’ve spent in a long time. I apologize for any inconvenience this letter may have caused you.

Sincerely, your father.

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I'm sorry this chapter was shorter than the others but it was really just a filler to get me into the real action of my story. I realize some of you won't like the time skip but it was necessary in order to move my story along and not have a bunch of boring chapters. You may find my chapters random but thats probably because I think as I write, new ideas just pop into my head. Is it annoying?!

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