Title: Last Breath - Prelude
Title: Little Taste of Lust
Author: Sabishisa
Pairing: Cloud/Sephirtoh, Cloud/Aeris (more possible in later chapters)
Rating: PG13 this chapter
Warnings: Possible spoilers, depending on what you know and don't know, yaoi
Summary: Well, I just saw Advent Children and it blew me away. As soon as I heard the song My Last Breath by Evanescence afterwards, I HAD to write this fic. Not exactly a song fic because it is only loosely based off the song. After the battle, Cloud remembers his time with Sephiroth and counts the breaths until they meet again.
He doesn't understand... He never has. Even back in Soldier before he was the Feared Sephiroth and before I was the Hero Cloud. Those days... I never thought I would long for them. Never thought one day I'd look back on those awkward and often embarrassing moments and wish that just for a moment, I could be there again. I'm not an idiot. Or some silly love-struck girl. No... I'm the same Cloud I always was, even a little of the Cloud I wanted to be. The very same Cloud who thinks of those green eyes and shivers just a bit. Not even noticeable, but I feel it. Right down to stomach.
Everyone thinks my sadness is for Aeris. I loved her, to a certain extent. But never how I loved him. I don't think he knows that. I don't think he'd care. Not anymore. And I could never say it. Especially to Marlene who now insists on wearing that hair bow... the one that looks just like Aeris'. I feel a small pang each time I see it. It makes me think of her... and him. And what he did. What he did to her. And I hate myself for still loving him and not loving her enough. But I've been working on this forgiveness thing... She's not angry at me. And she's with Zak now. She loved him like I loved Sephiroth. I think we both knew we weren't each other's true desires. But that was just one of things that kept us together.
Sometimes, I don't want to remember. Sometimes... I want to forget him... to make him just a memory. But he was right. He'll never become just a memory. Not as long as I'm alive. He never wanted to fade. He told me that one of the first times we actually spoke, back when I was still in Soldier.
There was so much more than what I told the others... so much I left out on purpose. How we met... how he took me under his wing; a phrase that brings an ironic smile to my face. When I told the story to the others in the Inn at Nibelheim, I started at the end. Now... I want to start at the beginning. Back before I began counting the breaths until I would once again be looking into those eyes.
To be continued...
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