DISCLAIMER: I OWN EVERYTHING! YOU! YOUR MOM! THE CRAP UNDERYOUR BED!!! ALL OF IT. Even this video game and its characters. I made em umhum! Yup yup yup...and if you believe that I gotta few blue monkeys im willing to sell.
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A/N: Ummm lemme see. This is my first fic people, put please don't be gentle. Yes this is gonna be yaoi, but if youre hoping for mindless banging and meaningless excuses to pair characters together, look somewhere else. I enjoy torturing my characters and manipulating their rocky relationships! I kinda plan for this story to be a long one, even though this first chapter/introduction thingie is very very short. on yeah and one more time THIS IS YAOI...YOU KNOW MALE ON MALE SITUATIONS...YOU KNOW WITH THE TOUCHING AND THE KISSING AND OH THE PASSION!! heh so if you dont like it...BEAT IT.
Scene one: And so we introduce our hermit.
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Cloud strife. Cloud strife. Cloud strife.
Everyone knew his name now.
That's not what he wanted.
Not when he still wasn't sure...if the one he wanted to know him the most, even knew his name...
Well it was too late for that anyway.
If he didn't know then, there was no way for him to know now.
After all, he was dead wasn't he.
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After awhile, one who has lived their whole lives in solitude and abandonment becomes accustomed to such things, and is comfortable in quite surroundings. So it should have never been a surprise to his companions when Cloud Strife decided to marry the lifestyle of a hermit. He took to the mountains of Nibliem, and there found his self a desirable niche nestled in a nook of the looming mountains. To him, this is where it all started, and this is where it should rightfully end. His house, which he built by himself, was nothing more than a cabin with only the bare necessities. It was humble and reflected none of its owner's true wealth. It was warm, sheltered him from the rain and held his belongings, so to Cloud, it was more than suitable. It was home, and where he planned to spend the rest of his waking days. He had no desire to travel. He had done enough of that in the past.
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"I don't get it."
Tifa Lockheart continued to stare into her slowly cooling cup of tea, biting her lip nervously and worrying the end of her simple pink tee shirt.
"You'd think he'd remember his own birthday"
They were all there. Cid, Vincent, Yuffie, Barrette , Reeve, and Shera, all where attending and accounted for.
"You did tell him didn't you?" Tifa finally tore her gaze from her tea to Vincent's expressionless face.
A simple "yes" escaped from barley parted thin, pale, lips.
The group had assembled at Cid's cozy, newly remolded and expanded, home in rocket town. It was Cloud's birthday, and Vincent, who still lived in Nibliem mansion, had been assigned the task of informing Cloud that there had been a gathering arranged on his birthday.
' Don't say party Vincent' Tifa had squawked to him over his PHS early one morning. 'Say gathering. If you say party he won't come for sure. Make sure you tell him!'
Vincent's blood red gaze narrowed at the memory. In his opinion that woman was far too controlling. The group had assembled a little over 2 hours ago, a certain blonde savior had yet to show up, and Tifa's constant worrying was making everyone grow uncomfortable. Barrette and Yuffie has yet to say anything in over 30 minutes.
"For gods fucking sake woman!" snapped Cid, finally. "The poor spook told you about 50 times already that, YES he told the spiky hared idiot and YES, he told the right time and YES, he talked to Cloud on the same day as you phone him AND YES YES YES YES. Geez give it a rest already before you make Vincent pass his yearly word quota in one FUCKING DAY." Cid got up from his seat next to Tifa at the kitchen table and took stance by the window, digging his hand into the pocket of his flight jacket, plucking a cigarette from its package and clenching it angrily between his teeth. Though it was fresh from its casing, the poor cigarette still managed to look worse for the wear. Shera, who had been sitting next to Cid and Tifa, smoothed her hands over her apron and attempted to lighten the situation.
"Cid..." she began, but never had a chance to finish.
"Don't you Cid me. We all knew that spiky bastard wasn't gonna come here! I don't know why you all even bothered from showing up. He hasn't and is NOT gonna come outta hiding." He threw over his shoulder bluntly. He turned back to his cigarette, from hunched to ward off the offending wind from the window that threaten to snub the short-lived flame of his match. "And who could blame him." He added softly to himself.
From across the room a small smile was hidden behind a crimson collar. 'At least someone understands' thought Vincent. Of course he had heard the pilots muttered statement. With all the experimentation, one should hope so.
TBC!!!
it gets better TRUST ME! much better...... i hope heh