Ballad of A Fallen Angel

Disclaimer: Final Fantasy is not mine, no matter how much I wish it were. But this nifty little piece of fiction is! So enjoy.


Prelude

It's been years, but he still found himself thinking about the other man. The way he respected and revered him. The way he could do no wrong. The way the sun danced on his pale hair, the way his eyes always seemed to glitter, how he almost floated across the floor. If he concentrated enough he could still hear the smooth, gentle voice, the finger tips caressing his skin, the scent of leather and exotic flowers surrounding him, making his knees weak at the mere remembrance of them. He was an angel cast down from heaven to walk amongst the undeserving mortals.

Yes, he was an angel, his fallen angel.

They found themselves on opposite sides now; one trying to save the world, the other trying to destroy it. The days of them walking the same path were over, the nights they shared just a distant memory. He knew he should just forget anything ever happened, but when the sun would set the old feelings from their forbidden passion would arise once more. How he longed for that loving gaze of his angel. Those eyes had a way of making him forget how to breathe.

He stared off to the horizon, millions of stars dotting the clam night sky. He remembered he would often find his angel looking up to the stars. One night he finally asked what he was doing and his angel replied he was listening to the stars sing. They stood there in each other's arms and he could hear it, the stars singing. It was a slow, sad song, but it was laced with an unspoken hope. Hope for the future, hope for all that looked and wished upon them from afar.

It was that night that he realized he was in love. His angel breached all the walls he created around him without even his noticing. It all just felt so natural. He looked at the beauty in his arms and traced his fingertips over his cheek.

"I love you."

The words rolled off his tongue before he was given another chance to think. So there, he said it, and with surprising ease like he knew it all along. No guilt, no feeling dirty afterwards. It felt even more natural. He looked into those eyes and once again forgot how to breathe. They were sparkling with emotion, almost threatening to overflow. His angel was waiting to hear those words all his life, from anyone, just to be wanted was enough. But he knew he was different from just looking into those eyes. His angel loved him back, and that night he showed him, in more ways than one, that his love was sincere.

The longer they were apart only made his love grow more, bordering on obsession. He needed him back, to feel his arms around him, to hear his voice whisper sweet little nothings into his ear, to gaze into those eyes glistening with love. The feelings in his chest welled up, about to burst, just thinking about him. He couldn't take the loneliness much longer. The world be damned, he was going to take his angel back.

"Cloud…"


Author's Note: Howdy ya'll! This is the first story I've posted. I hope you were somewhat entertained by it. I'd like to thank my little brother who was the beta-reader for some of this fic. He described it as "corny, gay soft core porn." :sigh: Thanks bro, your input is always so helpful. But yours :points to reader dramatically: is always appreciated! I thrive off of constructive criticism.

Well partner, I'll see ya in chapter 1:waves goodbye: