Lavender
By: Princess Yori
Summary: Somethings you just can't change, like the scent of your dryer sheets.
Genre: Humor/Romance
Pairing: CloudxKadaj
Setting: AU
Rating: K+
Status: Complete
Type: Drabble
Disclaimer: All related Final Fantasy names and characters are copyrighted © by the almighty Square Enix. This story and the possible OCs involved are all me, however. Enjoy.
What was it about being somewhere comfortable and safe that just put you to sleep? Creatures of all shapes and sizes do it, as soon as they are out of danger and finally secure, they drift away. Is that all the world has to do whenever you don't care about what's going on around you? He still had a lot to learn about 'normal' behavior. …If this was even 'normal'. Though, Cloud had fallen asleep like this once…
His eyes kept threatening to close permanently as he leaned heavily against the person beside him. Safe, secure, uncaring, he felt that way on rare occasions, when thoughts of Mother—Jenova—and Sephiroth didn't scare him. Scared was a relative term, he was much more than that. It still burned, all the rage he felt, for failing Mothe—Jenova. Sephiroth was still there mocking him. It was damn near impossible to live with, but he still had to try.
He wasn't fighting the sleep. In the background the news just kept repeating itself, and neither of the two had the urge to change the channel, it was muted, and boring—but the sleep refused to fully set in. There was something unusual about the two of them, something off. He straightened up suddenly, finally realizing what was wrong. His sense of smell was being attacked by something unfamiliar, and well, overpowering. He wasn't sure how he'd missed it before; it wasn't exactly a well kept secret. He eyed the man beside him, who was glancing curiously in his direction.
"Why…" Kadaj began, still confused by the presence of the smell. "Do you smell like Lavender?"
"Tch," Cloud replied, rolling his eyes.