D/C: Yeah, I own it…NO! I'm just kidding. God, don't shoot me. Alright, alright. I don't own it.

…Blue Eyes…

Xo Fading Hearts oX

He reached out and ran his hand through her brown tresses that lay scattered about her pillow. His finger moved south, tracing her face. Her face twitched slightly as skin met skin. The moon that beamed through the small apartment window just seemed to add more to her beauty.

He breathed, as if breathing in all the air in the world, and released it with a sigh of relief. Thoughts ran rapidly through his head:

I love the way she walks, the way her figure moves just the right way.

I love the way that she pouts when she's mad and the way her eyes twinkle when she's happy or excited.

I love the way she looks up at me surprised, even when she knows I'm going to do something.

I love the way she seems to fit perfectly between my body and my wings.

My wings, but she's the true angel.

She's a good kisser too.

He moved closer, lips parting as if to whisper sweet lullabies of love. He stopped midway when his sapphire gaze met her half-lidded green orbs. He gave a half smile and moved closer, his pale lips grazing hers.

He shifted so that their bare bodies were barely touching against each other and leaned forward. Her breathing increased as the kisses and licks intensified; she ran her hand over his smooth chest. Their breathing was synchronized, perfect.

She stopped and opened her eyes, whispering, "Cloud…"

He smiled and placed a slim finger on her pink lips, shushing her quietly. He leaned forward to plant another kiss on her neck, but she pulled back. He looked at her skeptically, wondering why she evaded his love like it was a poison.

"Cloud, I…"

"I know, Aerith, I know. I love you too," he chuckled lightly, kissing her deeply.

She flinched as his tongue tried to break through her lips. He pushed further, finally breaking through her lips. She drew her tongue back away from his and grimaced as he pushed his tongue further down her throat. He pulled back and gazed at her.

"Cloud, I can't do this anymore!" Aerith cried after they had broke away.

"Aerith…what?" he mumbled, watching intently as she sat up at the edge of the King sized bed. He got up and sat beside her, resting a hand on her slender shoulder, but she only pulled away.

She got up from the bed, bent down to the floor, and started picking up random articles of clothing that had been discarded earlier that night. Cloud reached out to stop her, but she only moved out of the way.

He stood up and took her by her shoulders, making her face him. He stared intently at her for a few seconds, his eyes dancing questioningly, and then he asked, "Why are you doing this? You know that you don't want to."

Her head dropped to her chest, and she whispered, "People don't do things because they want to. They do it because they have to."

"What's the matter? Did I do something wrong?"

"Did we? Did we really go…that far?"

Cloud sighed and nodded. She only gazed at him, then turned to continue gathering her things. Cloud followed her around the clustered, square room begging and pleading, asking her stay.

She turned back to the blond and kissed him lightly on his cheek, then turned around and opened the door, turning back for one last look into those blue eyes that held sorrow and regret so much, and closed the door behind her.

He chased after her but fell to his knees before he could reach the door. Tears streamed down his pale face which was now red from the heat that he missed against his body. Darkness overtook him, but it seemed morning came too quick.

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How…how long has it really been long? Has it really been that long since that night? Does she still think about me the way I think about her? Do I even cross her mind for a second?

The darkness broke apart, bringing the light of the morning. It also brought back memories of that pleasant and painful night.

Cloud Strife growled low in his throat as the ringing of his alarm clock began to drown together, each ring sounding the same. The blond rolled over on his stomach and smash his clock with a white knuckled fist. Even though it now lay on his dirty floor, the buzzing hadn't left his ears.

He closed his eyes and welcomed the comforting darkness back, but five minutes later the haunting ringing was back. His sapphire eyes scrunched up in annoyance, but his frown turned upside down when he heard the satisfying crunch of plastic and gears under his heel.

He groaned and pushed himself off of the bed and trudged to the small side bathroom that was attached to his bedroom. He blinked and growled again as he flipped the switch.

The pale walls and blue and white tiles seemed to add more brightness to the room. It was definitely something that the blond didn't really appreciate at the moment.

He pulled back the shower curtain, stripped his chocobo boxers, and twisted the nobs. He sighed contently as the warm water made contact with his skin and he stretched his wings until there was no more room in the small bath-slash-shower. (Which wasn't much.)

He opened one eye as the water receded and drained through the pipes. He stepped out and grabbed a towel off of the rack that was position above the toilet seat and tied it around his taut waist.

Stream filtered into the room as he went back into the bathroom and began rummaging through the small dresser, flinging clothes left and right if they didn't suit him.

He finally settled a plain black t-shirt and jeans, throwing on a leather jacket to shield himself from chilly winter wind and hide his wings. It was something that no one would ever understand. He grabbed his keys and wallet, locked the door, and headed into the wintry Traverse Town.

A groan escaped his lips as the cold air hit him and pain streaked through his arm. He grunted as he made his way toward the sleek, black bike that lay before him. He straddled the bike, rubbing his shoulder to make it feel better, pulled on his helmet and sped off.

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He drove into the dusty garage that was at the back of the Sunset Bar. He removed his helmet and shook his head, blond spikes falling back into place. He walked into the bar, taking in the scent of dust and alcohol. He smiled, something that rarely crossed his flawless features, at Yuffie, the local stripper.

"Cloud," she whispered, "you look like a chocobo came in and pecked at your face all night long."

Cloud grunted at her dry sense of humor, even though it was partially true, seeing as he felt that way too. "And it looks like you're actually trying to conceal yourself today." He smirked as anger flashed on her face.

Cloud knew it got on the young ninja's nerves about her job; besides working as the local stripper, she also helped manage the bar.

"Hmph, I'd like to see you get up there in front of everyone and do that!" She screamed, then she smiled wickedly. "Actually, I bet we could bring in a lot more customers that way."

Cloud shot her a disgusted look, trying to push the mental thoughts away and walked to the back to get ready for the hourly rush, which didn't happen until eleven o'clock at night.

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Cloud's eyes widened in horror when he realized what he had just witnessed. Blood streamed down the dark haired girl as the brute threw another punch, hitting the girl across the face.

The blond growled as Yuffie cowered behind the curtain, putting her clothes back on. He rushed toward the sea of people and jumped in, pushing his way through the crowd, trying to reach the bloodied girl.

He threw a left hook, knocking the brute back a few feet. He grabbed her by the hand and ran back through the fray. He threw into the back room and slammed the door shut, only catching a glimpse of Cid as he jumped in himself.

He smirked as the sound of fighting died down then turned back to the girl. His happy expression faded when he saw he bruises and cuts.

Fights weren't rare at Sunset, but it didn't usually occur between a man and a woman, especially someone of her petite size.

He knelt down beside her and brushed the hair out of her face, shushing her incoherent mumbling. "It's okay. You're safe now. I'm sure they can't back here."

"I'm fine. Really," she replied, standing up. She surprisingly didn't stumble, but limped.

"At least let me clean you up,' he offered.

She only pushed past him, went through the door, and ran back into the fight. A few screams reached his ears and his eyes darted across the room as she sprung forward, nailing anyone she could get her hands on.

Cloud shook his head, took his place behind the counter, and continued pouring drinks.

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Cloud dug in his pocket until he found his keys. Right now they seemed like they could unlock heaven's gates, or at least what he desired the most at the minute. A bed.

He threw his wallet on the dresser, along with a few empty gum wrappers and his keys and began stripping. He rummaged through his drawers, throwing on the first pair of boxers he could get his hands on and discarded the others and his clothes on the floor.

He turned around as the something hit his socked feet and bent down. A letter. He flicked it open with one swift movement of his thumb and scanned it. The card fluttered down to his feet and he bustled around the room, wrestling to get his clothes back on.

He picked up the card again, searching the page until he locked onto the familiar sapphire eyes that matched his own.

AN: I know it's short, but it's good and I'm really proud of it. Please review, it's like crack to me.