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Requiem of a Spirit	By : worsel Category: Final Fantasy VII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 725 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title:
Requiem of a Spirit (6/?)

Pairing: VxC, SxC

Rating: NC-17 overall, this chap R

Warnings: Post AC, fluff, angst, sex

Spoilers: Spoilers for AC

Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy or any of the characters.

A/N: OH GODS DON�T HURT ME!!! I know this chap is WAY overdue, but hear me out.
My computer, Nrobbuts, crashed so I had to fix him up. Then my Internet went
psycho, my brother moved out, I moved into the basement, I�m waiting to talk to
the phone company about getting DSL down there, and the military is still
deciding whether I�m medically fit to join. So all in all I�ve been very busy,
but I have been thinking about the fic!

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Cloud wasn�t surprised that Vincent left
before he awoke. The dark haired man was sensitive about his eccentricities and
the damage they could cause. No matter how many times Cloud told the man that
it was alright, and that he loved him anyway, Vincent wouldn�t listen.

�No use staying in bed all day,� Cloud
sighed, and pulled himself to his feet. He stretched feeling his muscles tense
then relax, and groaned each of his vertebrae popped. He looked at the soiled
bed sheets and thanked the gods for the few benefits that Mako gave the body.
If he were a normal person, he would be in bed for at least another day.

Cloud shuddered and yanked the sheets off the
bed, thankful that crimson blood didn�t show up very well on the garnet bed
coverings, and threw them in the hamper before heading, for the bathroom. �Need
shower�� Cloud groaned as he scuffled down the hall in his seldom used robe.

Once he reached the bathroom, he tugged the
robe off him and dropped it unceremoniously to the floor, and shoved the shower
door aside with zombie like movements. He didn�t care if it broke, he hated the
door. Unlike most shower doors, this one was tinted dark blue and not glazed
with only a strategically placed towel rack, and you could see the person in
the shower until the door steamed over. Cloud always felt paranoid that some
creepy stranger was going to walk in and stare at him. With a shudder, he
turned the water on and tested the temperature before ambling into the stall.

Once he was situated, he grabbed the soap and
began scrubbing away the residue from the previous night. He was almost
clinical in the way he scrubbed previously dried blood and semen from his rear,
probably from how many times he had done this before. This pain was nothing
compared to the havoc that Vincent�s demons caused. Cloud loved the man no
matter what those creatures did, because they weren�t Vincent. Vincent was calm
and loving in his own way. He didn�t like public displays of affection, and
Cloud was fine with that. The world didn�t need to see the looks and caresses
that were reserved for each other. Vincent gave him another chance at love and
life, and Cloud wouldn�t trade it for anything, although there was quite a
temptation living in the house with them now. In a lot of ways Vincent reminded
Cloud of Sephiroth. Cloud loved the silver haired man even through all of the
pain he caused. Jenova was the cause of his suffering, not Sephiroth. Sephiroth
was a proud general, not a mindless killer. Most importantly, Sephiroth would
never have hurt Zack or Cloud. Jenova drove Sephiroth insane. She tried to
destroy his life, and partially succeeded. Jenova was to blame for everything.

�Now
dear, you shouldn�t say things like that.�

�Who�s there?� Cloud whispered. No one
replied.

Cloud shook his head, attempting to clear his
mind, and stepped out of the shower. He dried off and dressed in record time
before heading down the hall to the guest room.

�Sephiroth,� he called from the door, so he
wouldn�t die if he woke the general.

�Hm.�

�How are you feeling?� Cloud asked.

�Like I�ve been dead for the past two years,�
the older man growled.

�Oh. Well, I have to go into town today and
buy you some clothes, and we might want to wash those sheets too. You had a
fever when we brought you home.�

�This isn�t home.�

�Right. Are you feeling well enough to walk?�

Sephiroth pulled himself up from the bed and
stood, a bit wobbly at first.

�Let�s get you some clean clothes then,�
Cloud declared as he led the former general to the bedroom and pillaged the
closet for more of Vincent�s clothes that Sephiroth could borrow.

Sephiroth surveyed the room. Everything here
seemed to be in shades of red and black, from the floor to walls to the
furniture. He assumed the sheets were the same, but for now the mattress was
bare, and it was surprisingly a deep blue color. Perhaps, if it were anyone
else�s room it wouldn�t remind him of the inside of a coffin, but he seriously
doubted it.

�Here,� Cloud shoved a pair of black pants
and a black shirt into his arms.

�Cheery,� Sephiroth muttered with excess
sarcasm. �Don�t you two own any other colors?�

�Nope,� the blonde replied as he dug through
a nearby dresser and pulled out a pair of black boxers and socks. �Please get
dressed and I�ll go get the sheets from your room.�

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Cloud looked through his cell phone,
pondering who he could get to watch Sephiroth while he was gone. Cid was
probably headed back to Rocket
Town. Barret
was well, it didn�t really matter because the man
would probably kill Sephiroth on sight. Yuffie would
steal everything of value, and Cloud wouldn�t count on a robot or an animal to
care for a sick human. Tifa had to run the bar and
care for the children, not to mention her distaste for Sephiroth was about as
subtle as a heart attack. Vincent was most likely working or brooding, or both.

Suddenly inspiration struck as he stared at
the list of names. He pressed a few buttons and held the phone to his ear.

�Yo,� came the sharp greeting.

�You�re awake and sober?� Cloud chuckled,
�I�m amazed.�

�Did
you just call me to nag?�

�I need a favor.�

�What
kind of favor?�

�A big favor, and I need you to keep it
quiet. You can�t tell anyone, even under torture.�

�You�ve
got my interest, but it�ll cost ya.�

�Name it and it�s yours.�

�Anything?�

�Anything.�

�Alright. My place or yours?�

�Mine,� Cloud chuckled.

�Alright. Yo Rude! Tell the boss I�m leaving!�

�Thanks Reno,�
Cloud ended the call and tucked his phone away.

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A/N: It�s short, but chapter 7 will be up in about 2 days.
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