Cookie Monster
A/N: Depressive indie & post-hardcore music + insomnia & hours of boredom = this. Just a bunch of stories set after Cats and Generals.
Rated T for mild swearing and yaoi.
Pairing: Angeal/Sephiroth/Genesis/Zack/Cloud. ASGZC.
Summary: Cloud Strife was not a happy camper. He was PISSED, 'nuff said. And it was all for one little tiny reason….
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Cloud was not happy.
He was definitely NOT a happy camper. No, he was absolutely not. In fact, he was downright pissed as hell.
Why you ask?
It wasn't because of the pair of cat ears and tail that he found out were permanent. Or the fact that his fellow cadets now played pranks on him that now involved fish or some type string. Or even the fact that a certain scientist now had an entirely unhealthy obsession with him.
Nope. Not at all.
It was because of something else. Something that was a matter of life and death for the blond cadet. It was something that his lovers could not understand.
Cookies. 'Nuff said.
Angeal was making cookies. It was well known in the house that Angeal was one of the few that could cook without having some sort fire or explosion in the kitchen – the next being himself and, on a good day, Sephiroth. It was also by coincidence that Angeal was one of the best cooks the blond cadet knew.
And he was making cookies.
Not just any type of cookies. He was making motherfuckin' double choc chip cookies.
And no one was letting him have one. Not even Zack.
He wanted a cookie dammit!
They all said it was for the best. But it wasn't, at least not to him. Okay, so maybe it had something to do with the fact there was only forty minutes till dinner. Or maybe it was because he had a sweet tooth that rivaled Zack's. Or the fact that he was still recovering from that fever that was only a cold now, but still… Cookies were important and he'd be damned if he wasn't getting one.
And Cloud Strife happened to be one hell of a stubborn bastard. So when he wanted something, he was getting that something!
One way or another.
And right now he wanted a damn cookie. So really, it wasn't his fault if he very quietly got up from the couch and made his way to the kitchen. Besides, there, on the counter top lay one of the earlier batches Angeal had made and they still smelled so good. So it really wasn't Cloud's fault that he wanted one, otherwise his older lover wouldn't have just left them there to cool. Everyone knows you don't cookies unattended around one who was craving sugar.
So the cadet did the only thing he could think of and tried to stealthily get a cookie. This was of the few times he was glad for his extra attachments. They made his hearing and balance a hell lot better. And that was exactly what he needed to keep quiet.
And he was nearly there.
He was so close to his cookie. So close that Cloud could've sworn that he could already taste it.
Just a little bit more…
Until he was met with the face of one Angeal Hewley.
Oh shit!
Angeal looked mad. He was glaring at the blond with much anger, "Get back on the couch."
"B-b-but–" the blond whined
"Cloud," It was said in a low voice, "you're still sick."
A few seconds later, he was seated back on the couch with the older raven watching him like a hawk.
If he didn't get a motherfuckin' double choc chip cookie soon, he would be forced to use his secret weapon.
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Five minutes later, he still wanted his cookie.
It was just a cookie. It couldn't really do much harm could it? It wasn't as if it was going to kill him, it was only going to make him slightly sicker. If he was sick, it meant he could miss out on another day of training, and who liked going to training? It was just another reason for others to tell you how bad you suck. Getting sick was no reason to take away his cookie!
Right now he was apparently watching TV. Well, at least that's what he hoped he looked like. In reality, he was just plotting up another plan to somehow get his hands on one.
"Hey Cloud, I'm just going to the bathroom. That is not an invitation to go into the kitchen. Got it?"
His eyes lit up, it was the perfect time to get a cookie. It took everything he had to not let his ears and tail perk up. "Mmkay."
"I'll be back in a minute so don't do anything stupid." And older raven left.
As soon as he left, Cloud acted. He ran straight into the kitchen, not caring for the random obstacles in his way, there were cookies on the line and Angeal was coming back any minute. He got so close; so close that he almost got to actually hold one in his hands, until Zack came in.
"Hey, Cloudy!" he said in a bright cheery voice, almost as if he actually let him have a cookie.
The blond froze millimeters away from a cookie.
Shit! Again!
Zack seemed to notice what he was doing because he was slowly walking toward the blond. "Spiky, step away from the cookie."
He made a last minute move and grabbed a cookie before Zack tackled him. Being bigger than him, Zack quickly managed to straddle him on the ground while attempting to retrieve the stolen cookie.
"ZAAACK! Get off! You're crushing my tail! Get OFF!"
"NO, bad, Spiky! Give me the cookie!"
"Never!"
"ANGEEAALL! Help me!"
Cloud froze and cursed in his head. 'motherfuckin' piece of shit…'
It was that moment that allowed Zack to retrieve the cookie and Cloud watched as the sugary baked good fell victim to the force known as gravity. It was like one of the Matrix movies, everything stopped but one thing, the cookie. Instead, it hurdled towards the ground in slow motion until it crashed with the floor.
In less than a second later he was looking at the two very angry faces of Zack and Angeal. And a second after that, he being dragged into the bedroom by said men, kicking and screaming all the way for a cookie before the same men locked him inside said bedroom.
"Sorry, Cloud, but you're going to have to stay in here until dinner." He Angeal say from the other side. He could vaguely hear a quick message to Zack about him not getting out before hearing footsteps.
There was a thud against the wall before he heard Zack. "Sorry, Spiky, but you're not allowed a cookie."
He figured it was useless to try and escape. Instead, he settled for collapsing on the bed, feeling depressed. He still wanted a cookie and if didn't get one then he would use his secret weapon, even if he really didn't want to.
What killed him the most was not the fact he didn't get a cookie or that fact that he was locked inside the bedroom, no. The real reason why was upset was because they wasted a perfectly good cookie, they would've thrown it into the trash by now. Dammit.
'I mean, come on, haven't they ever heard of the 'ten second rule'?'
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He must've fallen asleep or taken a very quick nap because he found himself waking to the sound of a door slamming shut and Zack yelling 'Gen! Seph!' followed by Angeal trying to calm the younger raven down. Then he noticed the aroma of food in the room. It smelled of dinner and cookies.
And somehow, it reminded him that his quest for those cookies was not over.
He was not giving up, not at all. Not until he passed out or his body decided it wanted to shut down on him for that stupid cold. And that, he figured, was not going to happen unless his boyfriends decided to knock him out cold, which was something they might actually do.
Never had he been more grateful to his new attachments until now. With the ears, he could hear exactly who was talking and what they were doing. From what he could hear, they were talking and mentioning something about him being asleep with the TV in the background. It was the perfect distraction.
It was also his last chance for a cookie.
It was now or never. Instead of sneaking to the kitchen, he would just make a mad dash to get a cookie and hope to Gaia that they were all too distracted to notice a blond cadet making a dive head first for a cookie. Hopefully, at least.
Keyword there. Hope.
Of course with his luck, Cloud should've known. It didn't go as planned at all, in all honesty, it failed horribly. Kinda. It went well until he reached the living room and went for the dive for the kitchen.
Then it all went to hell. Kinda.
It was Genesis who noticed him first followed by Sephiroth, Angeal and then Zack. It was like something snapped inside all of them, all at the same time, because before he knew it they all dived at him from different directions trying to trap him.
Thankfully, with his small frame, he was able to dodge and avoid all the attempts to stop him and reached his goal. He felt like Indiana Jones when he found a lost artifact, instead this time the artifact was a plate of homemade double choc chip cookies. Delicious sugary treats filled with chocolaty goodness.
What Cloud didn't notice was the four angry looking boyfriends surrounding him. Until he looked up, that is.
Then he noticed another thing. They backed him up to a corner with no escape.
So he did the only thing he could, he cradled the plate of sugary goodness, wrapping himself protectively around plate.
"Kitten, let go of the cookies and you can have some when you're not sick." Sephiroth tried to sooth.
Genesis tried after, "Come on, love, put the cookies down."
'Screw that.'
"Cloud, I promise I'll make you more after you get better." The cadet ignored the eldest in favor of protecting the plate.
"Spiky, Please?" and he turned just in time to see Zack pout at him.
'Oh Hell NO!'
He did not go through that much trouble just to give up now, inches away from eating one. If they weren't going to let him have one then he would have to use secret weapon. He didn't want it to come to this but he was left with no choice and no other options.
'I warned you guys.' He thought.
He looked up to see the still pissed off faces of his boyfriends and pulled out his ultimate weapon. The one he didn't want to use.
He pouted.
He gave them his best 'kicked puppy' look he could muster, the same one that put all others – even Zack's – to shame. The one that came with his lower lip trembling and had his blue eyes wide and wet with tears threatening to fall.
And he watched as all his lovers' faces soften and melt.
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Ten minutes later, he sat on the couch happily munching on the plate of cookies as he watched his boyfriends' sulk. It's not his fault that they can't say no to that look or the fact they, more or less, had no backbone when it came to him.
He vaguely thought that they were probably right and he was going to get worse again, but that thought quickly passed.
'Ah, fuck it.'
Besides he had a plate of homemade motherfuckin' double choc chip cookies.
End.
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Sorry…it's a bit rushed but I haven't slept in three days so….
Hope you enjoyed.
