A/n: Hey. I haven't wrote many stories lately, busy with exams and stuff. This is my first attempt at a Kingdom Hearts fic, and it will have a few chapters to it. It's also my first attempt at writing a gay couple, but I just love these guys so much I had to give it a try. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Kingdom Hearts. If I did, Cloud and Leon would have ravished each other all ready.

"I hate you Cloud Strife!"

The door was slammed in his face, narrowly avoiding smacking him in the nose. The blond haired warrior sighed, dragging his feet as he made his way back into his apartment. Glancing over at the table, he noticed the remnants of the meal he had shared with Tifa, his lifelong friend. Evidently, that friendship wasn't enough for her, if her earlier show was anything to go by.

They had just been sat, Tifa prattling on about something unimportant, Cloud trying to listen (really, he was, but he just couldn't see why the shop not selling low fat chocolate was so bad. He didn't even know such a thing existed) when Tifa had got up, circled around the table and ran a finger up Cloud's chest. Twisting her arms around his neck, she leaned in for a kiss, but as she got close, Cloud turned his head. This apparently, had been the wrong thing to do. Tifa exploded, pushed him off his chair (which hurt by the way) and stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door in a very shocked Cloud Strife's face.

It wasn't that he didn't like Tifa. He just didn't want a relationship with her. He didn't love her in that way, and he didn't ever recall doing anything that could make her think different. Heck, he didn't love anyone in that way. He loved his friends, yes, but as nothing more than that. And he had never shown them any reason to think otherwise. He rarely ever showed any emotion towards his friends. It wasn't that he didn't care. It was that he cared too much, and didn't want the people who he loved so much to be torn away from him. Tifa, Aerith, Yuffie, Cid. Even Leon.

Leon…That wasn't his name, it was Squall, Squall Leonhart. Cloud didn't know much about the reasons why, but he didn't want to be called this anymore. Something that had happened in his past. He'd adopted the first part of his surname, but his friends thought it silly. Cloud wasn't a fan of the name, Leon. The man was one of the strongest he had ever met, and believed he should be proud with that, not trying to merge into the shadows. Cloud had a lot of respect for the man, they had fought together on many occasions, but refused to call him by a false name. He met Leon halfway though, choosing to call him Leonhart. Never Squall, as the man himself hated the name, never Leon, as Cloud hated the name.

Leonhart was a strange one though. Cloud never professed to know him that well, but he was an enigma to his close friends too. Sort of like Cloud himself. The two were so similar, but never spoke much, only in combat as they stood back to back, discussing their best options. Even these conversations were short, limited words spoken between the two. But even though this was the case, Cloud had come to care for the man as one of his closest friends. And he knew that Leonhart was the same way inclined. The healthy respect they had for each other had turned into a friendship, something that neither man had ever wanted to happen. It just did. Their lives never changed, they just found it a little more comfortable in the presence of their other friends, knowing that neither one was truly comfortable with the attention that they were given.

Cloud had decided a long time ago that his friends fussed too much. He knew they cared greatly, that they only wanted to help him in his quest to defeat his darkness. Which, to his great dismay, had manifested into another person, Sephiroth, who just never died when he was killed. Cloud had beaten Sephiroth a while ago, he hadn't found his light, but he was strong enough to overpower him for good. But still his friends fussed. He wondered if it was to do with the fact that he hadn't found his light, that Sephiroth may actually come back, but Cloud knew in his own heart, lightless as it was, that Sephiroth was gone for good.

He had no idea where his light was. He knew that his light was a person. Aerith had told him long ago that to find light would mean that he found true love, so once Sephiroth was gone and he no longer had to worry about him hurting anybody, he started dating. He had met many women, going out to dinner with them, having a few drinks, but none of them made him feel anything. Not even Aerith when they had a brief fling, parting with mutual consent. He couldn't find the right person for him. And as he sat alone in his apartment, he wondered if it was pointless to even try. He was beginning to lose hope.

"What happened with Tifa last night?" Aerith asked gently. Cloud had made his way over to Merlin's house at around 7 am, for his breakfast (compliment of Aerith, she really was one of the best cooks in the whole of Radiant Garden) his usual morning routine. All the members of the Hollow Bastion Restoration Committee still met up there in the mornings, even though work had almost finished and the town had regained its former name. They shared little bits of gossip (well the girls did), and were updated on the towns situation. They then all headed their separate ways, meeting up again for their evening meal, before disappearing off to their own houses.

Cloud sighed as Aerith handed him his plate full of pancakes. He should have known that he would get the Spanish inquisition when he arrived. Aerith was lovely, but if anything was ever wrong, she wouldn't let it go. She cared so much about her friends that it sometimes got a little annoying, but he would never say anything. He knew that she just meant well.

"We were just having dinner when she tried kissing me. I turned away. She stormed out. Knocked me off my chair in the process," he sighed. Aerith shook her head lightly.

"That wasn't very nice Cloud. You've hurt her feelings."

"Whatever."

"Stealing Leon's lines now?" she giggled lightly, trying to alleviate some of the tension in the room.

"I'm not stealing anything of Leonhart," he grumbled, eating his pancakes as a sign that the conversation was over.

"Cloud. Apologise to Tifa. What you did last night wasn't very nice at all. You could have handled it better, instead of turning away like that. Think about her feelings," she chided.

"Since when has he ever though about anyone's feelings?" a deep voice asked from the corridor. Cloud turned to glare at the brunette, but with his mouth full of pancakes, he looked like a chubby child having a tantrum. Leon burst out laughing, a genuine sound that shocked the others. It had been a while since Leon had truly laughed, and his friends felt that he should do it more often.

Cloud found himself extremely offended for no reason what so ever, the anger rising in him as he watched the older man laughing. He swallowed his final mouthful of food, and then sneered at Leon.

"Watch what you say Leonhart. People might start thinking that you care."

"Ah, but at least I don't piss off the friends who have been with me through thick and thin."

Cloud stood up, flipping his thankfully empty plate of pancakes in his frustration. He headed towards the back door, stopping inches away from Leon as he growled into his face.

"And what the fuck do you know about me Leon? What the fuck gives you the right?" He leaned closer to the taller male, glaring straight into his eyes before striding out of the back door, slamming it behind him.

Leon stood still, his internal shock masked completely on the outside, but on the inside, his mind screamed at him.

What the fuck, Cloud?

A/n: Well that't the first chapter for you. I'm in a real writing mood so it shouldn't be long until the next chapter is up. R&R. Reviews fuel my passion for writing

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