Crying

I step into my quiet rooms, glad the others are out. A hard day of training and tests sure wore me out easily. I remove my uniform, folding it neatly. I step through the silent and dark rooms, across to the bathroom, turning on the light.

Stepping into the shower, I turn it on. Too hot. Cursing in surprise, I turn the cold tap, adjusting until the water is pleasantly warm.

Why do you feel so much cleaner and vulnerable in a shower? Is it the incessant drops that won’t let you be, or the fact that people can sneak in under the cover of the noise?
Beyond caring, I coax my tired and aching limbs into soaping up my body, inspecting numerous bruises and scars, that I know will not fade.

Ever since I was small, I was a loner. No one wanted to be with me, because…I was weird. Even now, I still don’t know why I was so alone. No one will ever explain to me.

I rinse myself of the suds, sighing to myself. I begin to sing something one of my room-mates was humming this morning. Can’t recall the name.

As I look up into the showerhead, the water stinging my eyes, I begin to cry. This is an almost nightly ritual, and it’s the closest to comfort I can get sometimes.
Sitting on the bath’s bottom, I let myself sob, the water pattering onto my hair. I’m not sure how long I stay there, but the water runs cold.
Standing back up, I run my fingers through knotted hair, pulling the strands apart forcibly. Soaping up the digits, I run them through my hair, and rinse them back out too. I cut off the water, wrapping a towel around my waist.

“I’m home!” Calls a voice. I smile to myself, glad my tears are now mixed with the water from my hair.
“I’m just in the shower! I’ll be right out!” I call.

How did I get the courage to face him? I think I owe it to Zack, the sly bastard. That teen knows more about life that I did at his age, and I still think he knows more than me.
I step out of the bathroom, pausing to grab another towel for my hair. He steps into the bedroom, and his jaw drops at the sight of my nude form.
“Uh….Seph?”
“See something wrong?” I ask slyly. The blush on his cheeks is just precious. I walk across the room to my little lover, and kiss him. A sudden draft around my previously towel covered parts makes me break away as his blue eyes widen.
“Um….your towel fell.”
“And I think you’re overdressed.” I whisper to him. We both make short work of his clothes, stumbling to the bed in a tangled mass of limbs.
As I rise above Cloud, my name breathed through his lips on short gasps and long moans, I realise why I love this teen more than anything.
We’re not normal. And I doubt we ever will be.

Later, as I curl up to sleep, I hear the shower running. I’m positive that, on the edge of my dreams, I can hear Cloud crying.


A/N: Reviews are all I want. Cloud and I share our birthday, so I may give him a cute present. 33 days to go!