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Let Him In	By : GodOfInsanity Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male > Cloud/Sephiroth Views: 2233 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Square Enix’s Final Fantasy 7 or its characters. Nor do I own Morrissey’s passage, either. I do not profit from any of it. I just had an itch to write this, so I did.

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Chapter warning(s): Language, Slight implications of M/M Yaoi, Amnesiac Sephiroth

“Wise men speak because they have something to say; Fools because they have to say something.”-Plato

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CH04: Communication

Cloud was speechless.
The former General said nothing else as he continued to gaze up at his blond-haired “caretaker”.
To Cloud, it was almost like getting stabbed all over again. Hearing that voice, that voice that had caused him so much grief and pain, was irrevocably beyond words. What was also shocking was that Sephiroth’s voice carried no malice, no mockery, and no arrogance. His tone was completely different. It was almost like a child speaking his mother’s name for the first time. It was…beautiful.
Sephiroth’s brow furrowed after awhile as if he were confused about something. Why wasn’t Cloud responding to him? Determination set in when he figured out that the other man had possibly not heard him. He repeated once more, “Cloud.”
“…” Cloud still said nothing. He just stared at him with his sky blue eyes out of focus as if his head was buried in the clouds.
“Cloud!” Persisted Sephiroth once more, this time in a slightly raised voice. He had come to the conclusion that perhaps he wasn’t speaking loud enough for the daydreaming Cloud to hear. The silver-haired male had learned from watching Cloud that sometimes the blond had to raise his voice to get the attention of some of the more miscreant types of Chocobos. Oh, yes, he was learning from him.
Cloud shook his head as if to scatter away any and all loose, unwanted thoughts while the glazed look on his face melted away nearly instantly. The first response that spilled out of his mouth was, “Yeah?” even though initially that wasn’t the first thing that came to mind. A part of him was afraid of outright asking Sephiroth, ‘Do you remember anything?’
“Cloud…”
“Yes, that is my name,” Cloud said quietly with a quick nod of his head. However; as soon as he had spoken, something else had finally occurred to him. He had never once uttered his own name to Sephiroth. At least, he didn’t think he had. “How do you know my name?”
Sephiroth looked confused once again. Raising both of his silver eyebrows, he looked as if the blond man had asked him a silly question. He formed his next few words slowly and carefully as if truly unsure of himself. “Your name...I know. Cloud. You are…Cloud.”
That was another thing that was off about Sephiroth. He had once been the great Shinra General and had never seemed uncertain about himself. The proud man had once been about power, grace, and perfection until he had fallen from grace. But now, he was different and new. The silver-haired man was like a familiar-looking book with unwritten, blank pages.
“And you are Sephiroth.”
The green-eyed man nodded eagerly and then gifted Cloud with a small smile. “I am…Sephiroth. Seph.”
Touching the man’s gorgeous face with curled fingers, Cloud stared down at him with an unreadable look. He suddenly felt compelled to dig his blunt nails roughly into that face when he had felt a bitter twinge of anger take hold of him. He abruptly stopped himself before he could hurt Sephiroth, though. Something about the sheer innocence in that face prevented him from hurting him.
Not noticing the blond’s inner battle, Sephiroth bent his arms over Cloud’s legs and laid his head down in his lap. Yawning quietly, his green orbs slid shut as he laid curled up in the blond’s lap. Looking like he did right then, he looked unbelievably gentle and harmless. A stranger witnessing this act would have found it hard to believe that the silver-haired man had once been a homicidal nut job.
Leaning his head back against the couch again, Cloud’s tired eyes slid closed seemingly of their own accord. His nimble, yet hard-working fingers slipped back into the comfortable routine of playing with the man’s lengthy hair. The hand slowed in its languid movements until the body it was connected to finally fell into a blissfully dreamless sleep.

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A couple of days had passed since Sephiroth had uttered his first spoken word. Even though he could speak and could pronounce words and construct sentences better, he still did not speak often. It was not his way, it seemed. He was a man of few words and only talked when he deemed it necessary.
Cloud, on the other hand, was brimming with barely contained excitement. Sephiroth could speak! The blond was buzzing full of many unanswered questions that he felt the other man could answer. He felt impatient and restless, but he did his best not to show it or push his…ward? What was this man to him anyway? Friend, foe, stranger? He did not know.
Even though he was technically taking care of the older man, Sephiroth was quickly becoming more independent with each passing day. The ex-Shinra General no longer required to take showers or baths with Cloud. He could dress, groom, and perform every ordinary daily function without the blond’s assistance. Because of his newfound independence, Sephiroth also did not follow at Cloud’s heels like a puppy anymore.
Whenever the blond was busy with something in particular, the taller male kept his distance with an ever watchful eye. He seemed to sense that Cloud needed some space and perhaps with his own growing confidence he felt that he, too, needed his own personal space. Whatever his reasons, Cloud wasn’t entirely sure why. He often caught Sephiroth pacing around as if deep in thought or staring off into the distance as if he could see something troubling or perplexing. Upon being questioned about this, the silver-haired man merely blinked and cocked his head.
The only thing that had not changed about his behavior was his need to be physically close to the smaller male. At certain times of the day and night, he would curl up on Cloud’s lap or lean on him. It varied in the way that sometimes the touches lingered and sometimes they were very brief. And when it was time for some shut eye, Sephiroth followed Cloud into the bed and latched onto him as if that was where he truly belonged.
Cloud didn’t mind it so much anymore.

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Wiping the oil and grease on his faded work pants, Cloud walked out of the garage and glanced around for something tall, silver, and dressed in dark colors. For a few moments he inwardly panicked when he did not spot Sephiroth immediately. His anxious blue eyes darted around like a mother desperately looking for her lost child.
He was instantly relieved when he had spotted the man standing still on a grass covered hill. It was still located on Cloud’s land, but it was the farthest that Sephiroth had wandered off without Cloud accompanying him.
After jogging over to the statuesque being, the blond hesitantly inquired, “What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” Muttered Sephiroth without ripping his eyes away from whatever it was that held him transfixed.
Cloud sighed. “No, I mean, what are you staring at?”
Astonishingly long silver strands blew gently in the slight breeze as he turned his head slowly to consider the other man. What was he staring at? He honestly didn’t know. All he knew was that he felt compelled to stare. In a low, defeated sort of voice, he sighed, “I do not know.”
For a moment, the blond warrior saw the Silver General standing before his eyes with his side facing him. The Demon of Wutai stood there in his armor and black billowing coat as he gripped his graceful blade in his left hand.
“Cloud…?”
The regal and beautiful, yet fearsome image dissipated as soon as Sephiroth’s low baritone broke the silence.
“Yeah?”
Sephiroth’s brow furrowed as he scrutinized the slighter male. He wasn’t blind. He had seen the horrified look on the blond’s face. Even his instincts were screaming that something was wrong. “Something is amiss…”
Cloud walked over until they were standing side by side. Glancing down, he stared down at the hand that had once wielded Masamune. It looked hauntingly empty as if it needed to be filled by something. It needed a purpose.
Bothered by Cloud’s silence, the silver-haired male stared down at him in undisguised apprehension. Sounding almost timid, he tried once again to get a response from Cloud. “What is wrong?”
Shaking his head, Cloud mumbled, “Nothing,” and slipped his dirty right hand in Sephiroth’s clean left hand.
A silent sigh of relief exhaled itself from Sephiroth’s lips. He didn’t even seem to mind, let alone notice that Cloud’s warm, yet calloused hand was sullied by oil and grease from the machines he tended to tinker with.
Several long minutes passed in silence until Cloud could bear it no longer. Looking up at the taller man, he watched him with a careful gaze as he quietly inquired, “Seph, do you remember anything?”
Taken aback by that, green eyes looked down into blue in bewilderment. “What do you mean by that?”
Cloud felt hesitant to ask, but he tentatively shot for it anyway. “Do you remember any memories?”
“Memories,” echoed Sephiroth as he stared at nothing in particular.
“Yes, memories. Things you’ve done and said. Things others have done and said. Like right now, us standing here will later be a memory for you and for me,” explained the blond in the simplest way that he could. Sephiroth wasn’t stupid. He just needed clarification at times.
Sephiroth’s face suddenly brightened and he smiled at Cloud, and oh Gaia, it was breathtaking. Cloud almost missed his answer. “Yes, I have memories, Cloud.”
Casting his gaze to the ground, he asked quietly, “Could you tell me about them? That is, if you don’t mind…”
The silver-haired man nodded curtly. For something as personal as a memory, he didn’t seem to mind sharing at all. His brow creased as he took a few moments to wrack his brain for memories. It didn’t take long at all since he didn’t have that many of them. “I remember being in a dark, cold place. I didn’t like it and I was…trapped. But then…I remember suddenly feeling such warmth…and then there was light. I did not know what it was, but I wanted it, no, I needed it.”
The blond nodded in encouragement, desperately hungry for more. That feeling surprised him.
A faint smile remained on the larger man’s face as he continued, “At the time, I did not know what it was, but I know now.”
“What was it?”
Sephiroth turned his face and looked down at Cloud in affection. “You.”
“Oh.” Warmth flooded through Cloud in such a way that he had to tear his eyes away from the other man and focus his attention on something, anything else. He was sure he was blushing now. He cursed silently at himself and hoped Seph didn’t notice how stupid he looked. Gaia, he was a grown man, yet here he was acting and feeling like some adolescent with a crush.
“Cloud?”
Coughing, the blond man then asked, “Do you remember anything else?”
“I do not remember much, Cloud,” admitted Sephiroth as his brow furrowed again in concentration. He felt like he should remember more, but he honestly remembered everything in a dream-like way. A lot of it was faded and surreal and he found it hard to explain coherently. It was like barely grasping the basic concept of an idea without being able to explain the formula. “I remember…you brought me to a place with people. I remember an odd child. Something about clothes…and you brought me here. I remember something…about being clothed, fed, and bathed. I remember you working and fighting those birds…and a silver bird that always tries to get the better of you. I also remember riding on Fenrir with you and liking it…”
Cloud frowned. “That’s all?”
“Am I supposed to remember more than that?” Asked Sephiroth in a worried tone of voice.
The blond-haired man had already suspected as much. Hearing Sephiroth declare it only confirmed what he had already known. That day in the cave when he had, ahem, accidently resurrected Sephiroth…he had relieved each and every one of the former General’s memories. He was in full possession of all of Sephiroth’s past memories now.
“Cloud?”
He weighed his options carefully as he glared at the ground. Would Sephiroth eventually gain his memories back by himself and was Cloud supposed to ease him into remembering? Or maybe he was supposed to just give them all back immediately? He wasn’t certain as to what he was supposed to do with Seph’s memories, but his gut told him to wait lest he unwittingly drive the amnesiac back into madness.
“Are you angry?”
Cloud squeezed the other man’s hand and shook his head. Even as he spoke it, he meant it as the truth, but something about the statement felt like half a lie. “I’m not angry at you, Seph.”
Sephiroth smiled. The relief eased into his partially human eyes.
Staring shamelessly at the taller man, he couldn’t help focusing his attention on those thin, yet shapely lips upturned in a natural smile. The same thoughts from before drifted back into his head, only this time instead of remaining a mere thought, he breathed, “You’re beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you, Cloud.”
Surprised by Sephiroth’s reply, Cloud didn’t know what to say to that. He knew he disagreed with it. Oh yeah, anyone with eyes could see that Sephiroth ironically had the beauty and charisma of a god. He was ethereally beautiful whereas Cloud…
Cloud was…well, Cloud was just Cloud.

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Sometime during the night, Cloud awoke to the feeling of sweet friction against his crotch. Blinking his eyes open in the darkness, he laid there for a few minutes before he realized that it was Sephiroth’s leg that was responsible for all that friction.
The silver-haired man was asleep and laying partially on top of him. Normally he was curled up next to him or clinging to him, but this time he was covering him like a blanket.
Whatever dream he was experiencing was probably very intense due to all the twitching and squirming that the silver-haired man was doing in his sleep. His eyes rolled involuntarily behind his eyelids and his lips moved as if he was talking, but no sound came out. It was odd because normally Seph didn’t move much in his sleep even when he suffered from a nightmare.
Hissing, Cloud grabbed that long, strong leg and used force to stop the limb from moving. Because of all the involuntary movement on Sephiroth’s part, the blond was already half-erect. Being aroused near Sephiroth wasn’t that unusual since the blond already found it difficult to sleep with such an attractive man next to or on him every night. It was hard enough as it were every night, but this, this was sheer torture.
Being mindful not to wake the man, Cloud eased Sephiroth off of him until the former General was lying on his back like a soldier. To prevent the other man from rolling back onto him, Cloud carefully crawled on top of Sephiroth and settled himself so that he was lying comfortably on top of the taller man without causing any discomfort on Sephiroth’s part.
Sephiroth almost instantly stopped squirming around and his lips stopped moving. He was so still that he could have been mistaken for dead, but Cloud had his face buried in his chest. He could hear the steady, soothing beat of a heart pumping blood through the larger man’s slumbering body. Listening to that heartbeat, it was all the proof he needed that the man beneath him was truly alive. Cloud listened to the steady thump until his fatigued eyes slowly slid shut of their own accord. His arousal waned until he was fast asleep again and all was temporarily forgotten.

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The next morning mostly passed with little incident.
Cloud spent the majority of the day looking after the Chocobos and repairing whatever needed fixing. It was tiresome how something was always breaking. Something always needed to be repaired or replaced. If he had been any other person, he would have said fuck it! and given up a long time ago.
Cursing under his breath, the compact blond marched into the shed to look for the particular tools that he needed for the repair. Working his way almost effortlessly around the small shack, his back was turned to the opened doorway. If he had been turned around, he might have noticed the flash of passionate color.
Standing on that little hill again, Sephiroth gazed at nothing in specific. He just felt the need to stand there and to look, to search. He didn’t know what he was looking for, but whatever it was, it wasn’t exactly convincing him to go look for it, yet. It was just ensnaring his attention for the time being. Why, he still didn’t know.
Even though Sephiroth suddenly became aware of a strange presence standing behind him, he wasn’t at all prepared for the sound of a cocked gun. The sound of it was sharp and it seemed to echo in his ears in such a way that had him wincing.
Disturbed and confused, the silver-haired man started to move, but the feel of metal pressed roughly against his skull halted him for a moment. It wasn’t the actual object that stopped him, but the voice that followed the action.
The quiet, yet steeled voice of a man hissed, “Don’t move, Sephiroth.”

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A/N: Thanks for reading and rating. Also, reviews are GREATLY esteemed and appreciated! :)
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