A/N: Well hello dear fan fiction readers :) you may have been wondering "Where the fuck have you been!" Well to answer that I have came up with a slogan for all my work; Blame Blondie. You may be thinking why, well when I'm sitting down at my computer for a change and I start thinking about smutty to serious stuff to write, well, Blondie comes along. To be fair though it's not his fault, he thinks he's ugly, but if you see him come out of your room with a tight white t-shirt and black skinny jeans... well... your gonna get horny. And if he gets out of the shower with a towel hanging from his slim waistline, I told him constantly, I'll rip the thing off of him! God damn him, stifling my creativity with that beautiful face, beautiful smile, hell beautiful everything! Oh and his hair... It's... IT'S SOO FLUFFYY! Well you probably don't want to hear me ramble on, but if you do, after your review say 'tell me a story!' and, with promises of cookies, I will inbox you a funny story. Let me say, there's alot of them! :D

Well without much further ado, let me introduce to you a clueless raven and an unfortunate brunette caught between a borderline crazed blonde with something called a massive crush...

~ Desire ~

~Chapter One ~

~ Stalkers & Sluts ~

The dirty brick wall provided enough cover for me as my target, and his female accomplice, walked through the door and out into the polluted night air. I pulled my hooded jacket as far as I could to cover my sickly pale face as I stalked my target and what I could only describe as (putting this in the nicest way possible) his little fucking whore. The slut in the light blue frayed dress as I liked to refer to her, words could not describe my utter distaste for her and her neatly braided brown hair.

He seemed to like her, for whatever reason it was, even though she looked like she belongs in one of those X-Rated rooms at the Honey Bee Inn. He pulled her in close with his tanned, defined arms and wrapped her in his expensive black wool coat. She flashed a loving smile towards him as a way of saying thank you and I swear to Odin I felt the anger practically flair out of my nostrils. Every small little details about her annoyed the shit out of me, but why did it entice the man of me dreams so much? Hell I knew it, I was jealous but who wasn't is the real question. Who wouldn't want one of the most sexy, handsome, caring, dominant but yet so very dangerous SOLDIERS throughout the whole expanse of Gaia?

There was one thing I knew for sure, I did.

I slipped silently out of my position from behind the alleyway to conceal myself in a group of people not to far back from the happy looking couple. Immersed in the crowd of people, I watched observantly with my wide, crystal blue making sure to memorise every time that little slum bitch touched him. Oh that girl was going to pay I thought as she ever so slyly slid her hand down from his muscular waist to cup his left buttock through the dark fabric of his jeans. The person beside me noticed my uncharacteristic sneer grace the smooth contours of my face, framed by my grime and dirt covered golden bangs, but honestly I didn't care what a five year old thought about me. Well, maybe a little, I've always been self-conscious.

I only care what he thinks; only him, it's always only been him.

The broad shouldered raven pressed his lips against the slag's petite ear, his tongue dashing across the small cartilage. He whispered something that made her giggle as he turned a pure mako brightened, violet eye toward the crowd I was walking with. My heart pounded against my brittle ribcage at the fear of getting seen but it soon settled back to normal as his gazed wondered back to his company nestled between his arms. It was only then it clicked that I knew the path they were taking, I had walked it many times to date. Before I could curse under my ragged breath someone spoke as if to stop me swearing for what seems like the thousandth time.

"Honey," oh god it was the scabby slum slag, well I'd like to think she was scabby at least. "When will we get to your place I don't think I can wait any longer, your too sexy for your own good Zack." I wish I could have told her that civilians, especially girls from the slum gutter, would address a 1st class SOLDIER of his calibre by 'sir'.

Zack swung his head, spikes flailing about majestically and a smile plastered permanently onto his face as he turned to face his date. A hand moved her face level with his; she flushed bright pink as he crushed his lips delicately against hers. "We're right here babe." He pressed the finger on the buzzer to let himself and the girl into the buildings reception.

I looked ran past them as the doors shut, slipping into the back alley without anyone taking a second glance. I slowly pulled the hood down, and looked up at the greenish black sky. This was a shithole city. I climbed over the story high fence as part of my nightly routine, and looked up at the fire exit steel staircase. It was just my luck that Zacks spacious apartment was at the top, but I wasn't going to complain, at least I had a window view of most of his rooms, including the bedroom and bathroom.

I pulled down the ladder and began my decent to see what Zack's intentions with her were.

Lying flat on the metal grating, I could have a clear view of his bedroom without him noticing my presence what so ever through the frosty glass, the clueless puppy. I was glad of all this; it gave me time to get to know him. Albeit in an impersonal way sure, but it was the only way I could really. It gave me the time to do other things as well, hence why a box of clean tissues was place between the grimy steel gratings.

They both walked into the apartment and I pulled my hood over my head again, I was sure that they would notice amass of spiky blonde hair.

"What do you mean Zack?" She, no that thing more like, asked in a curious tone. It sounded as if he was worried about something, maybe I could make it better for him? Probably not. She sat down on the bed, cocking a head as a way of asking if she was allowed too. He nodded back at her flashing a grin in her direction before leaning against the wooden door. He sighed and took a deep breath, rummaging through his pockets as if to find something only to pull out his wallet and place it in the dresser doors.

"I mean this person in the hooded jacket has been following me for the past seven weeks now, ever since that car crash fiasco and I had to save one of the people nearby." That was me! Oh god I hope he remembered my name! Zack carried on, "It was... Claude something, oh well either way she was pretty." I sighed; I was hoping he of all people remembered who I am.

Wait a minute, he thinks I'm pretty! Score count: Cloud - One / Slum Whore - Zero.

"Was she prettier than me?" She asked with concern, biting her lower lip which showed she was obviously jealous of me. Hah, she should be I guess considering even I'm better looking than someone dragged up from the gutter. Zack smiled warmly at her, taking her hand and pulling her up and holding her in a tight loving embrace. He planted a kiss on the side of her head and chuckled lightly, "Nowhere near m'love."

I couldn't help but frown at that comment, I mean surely I was at least better than his little Sector Five trash. But the sad thing was, in his clear mako eyes, I wasn't, nor will I ever be.

Startlingly, with quick agility, Zack pinned her against the wall but making sure he did not harm her during pinning her against the light black/grey wallpaper. His hair bounced as he turned but went straight back into place. I watched with disgust at one whilst with fascination at the other as the two engaged in a battle of the tongues.

They were both kissing, not tenderly this time like out on the streets of Sector One, but passionately and showing the obvious wanting of the others body. His right hand ran itself up and down of the brunette's leg, which was held up to his waist, and the other was cupping her pristinely cleaned cheek as their two tongues meshed together in their dance of tonsils. She pressed her chest up against his, the fabric of the dress slightly torn by his raw strength and hanging loose off of her shoulders. She pushed against him as he got too carried away "Your crushing me a bit babe" she said, "You can do enough of that when you're on top of me later." Her tongue traced a line from his earlobe to the fabric of his dark silk shirt. She got a groan of lust in return which rolled off of his lips, it sounded so good.

I noticed him grin slightly as he lifted her up and onto the mattress of the king sized double bed, the leopard print duvet barely creasing as she was laid upon it, such a lucky girl she was although she never truly realised it. He hovered over her petite frame and slowly pulled down the straps of her dress, caressing her shoulders and rubbing them sensually as she ran her hands up his shirt, feeling the ripples of his bare muscle against the palms of her hands.

It was weird; usually Zack shuts the curtains (and still doesn't see me when the only thing separating us is a thick frosty piece of glass, it's the closest I can get to him) but for a rare occasion he hasn't. I felt a mixture of emotions rush through my head, filling my brain with a range of different thoughts as Zack unbuttoned his silk shirt. As he threw it behind him, probably hoping it would hang on the coat hanger, I could see his muscular chest that I so longed to rest my head against at night as he would sooth me to sleep.

But it would never happen.

I knew that, I truly did, but I cannot stay away from him. The longing for his lust and appeal never fazed me what so ever even if I knew deep down he would never want me. I remembered telling my lifelong friend Tifa about all my little nasty, dirty habits: Each time I had thought about him and touched myself at the thought of him (every time might I add), each time I followed him. But most of all, every single time I had cried over him.

The tears welled up against my azure blue eyes as I realised he would think the worst of me if he knew I was watching him proceeding in one of the most intimate actions one can do with another. I tried to fight them but it proved to be an insignificant attempt. The couple hand their arms round one another as Zack undid the hook of the brunette's flower coated bra. As the sound of the clasp being undone echoed through the bedroom and outside onto the fire escapes stairway she removed the hair band from her surprisingly clean, well washed hair letting it flow down her back, almost tickling her slightly.

I couldn't help it any longer, the tears streamed rapidly down my face as I broke into a violent sob.

"Why!" I asked, "Why won't he love me!" I screamed. The two lovers were too busy in the nearly naked stage of sex to notice a crying blond teenager outside the window, pouring his heart out into the harsh night air as the bitter wind blew harsh breaths against his skin. "You little bitch!" Gaia only knows why i did what I did next.

I smashed against the window with my fist, the glass cracked and the beauty and the filthy little bitchy beast turned toward the window pane. He shielded the beast with his tanned arms, pulling her into a hug yet standing in an aggressive stance. I stepped back as I saw the look of hatred in his eyes, thank god he would not be able to recognise me.

I forgot about two things. One, I was six stories high and two, on a fire escape with extremely small supporting rails.

I gasped as I felt myself hurl over the edge, down four stories and smashing into the grating of the neighbouring apartment block. I scrambled to keep a hold before softly falling onto the gravel bellow. I could feel a warm liquid run down the side of my head. I had banged it on the side of the railing as I had plummeted. I looked upward to see a pair of worried yet royally pissed SOLDIER trademark eyes stare at me. I limped down the alleyway and out into the darkness, the pitch black veiling my escape.

The damage that I had sustained could wait to be assessed later; I could hear footsteps pacing after me.

A/N: Ohhhh stalker cloud, very dirty stalker at that! And it is going to be a clack fiction don't worry y'all. But as always review, because it hurts when I get a favourite or an alert for my stories but not getting a review. It truly does. So see you all on the next update, chow :3

~ Don't Forget, Blame Blondie ~