Traitor
Author's Note: Heh. First piece of FF7 fanfiction. It's a bit strange but I couldn't get the idea out of my head.
Disclaimer: FF7 and its characters do not belong to me. Blah de blah. Sue me and you can have. Err. My toenail clippings?
The first time they fucked she had been frightened. She had stood stock- still and met the glowing green gaze with more bravery than she felt. She had yelled at him, weapon ready and trying to quell the trembling in her limbs. Goading him into a fight. Anything to stop herself from doing something she would regret.
She could understand. She could understand why Cloud could not resist him. Could not resist obeying him. Could not resist his seduction. Could not resist those eyes.
She was more surprised than terrified when he disappeared from view and reappeared pressed to her back whispering in her ear. Whispering words of destruction and insanity. Words that would brand her a traitor by those dearest to her if they knew.
'If' they knew.
She never told them and they never suspected. By day, they would chase him. Cloud would tell them how he had to defeat him. How only by ending his life would he really be free. She saw their leader in a new light now, saw what he hid so carefully beneath the surface.
'It's so hard to say no.'
The third time, she had cried clutching her clothing to her as he stood completely naked, back turned to her, sword clasped loosely in one hand. The wind had played with his long hair, turning the silver strands into moonbeams as they caught the light.
"Why are you doing this?"
"You came looking for me."
It was true. She could not deny that. She may not have instigated this. Whatever this was.
She dropped her clothing, still crying and ran to her God - the God of the Moon - and worshipped him. The only way she knew how.
The last time had been at the temple of the ancients. After. She had looked for him the same way she did every night. She had been crying. They all had and no one was more distraught than Cloud. Aeris was gone and it was his fault and she felt as though she was an accomplice.
"What have you done?!" She had screamed at him, not crying, not this time. "You monster! What have you done!"
She had let him take her that time. Like all the other times before but this time she did not worship him. She dug her nails into his perfect back and hated him. Hated him for all she was worth. Hated him for all he had done. Hated him for making her as much of a puppet as he had made Cloud.
"I hate you."
He had laughed and the sound had sent more than shivers down her spine.
"Like that matters to me, child."
She had had to control her anger so that she did not damage the palms that were already under threat of her fingernails. He probably did not even know her name.
When he was dead, she had found herself for the most part relieved, but every now and then a small part of her would look at the moon and remember the sight of him, cloaked in silver hair and nothing else, green eyes looking into hers during liplock and other more intimate acts.
Sometimes, when she was with her friends and Cloud caught her looking at the moon, she could almost swear that he knew. That he had known all along.
"What are you thinking of?"
As always, she had had to lie. He was dead and she still betrayed them. Betrayed her.
"Nothing."
End.
Author's Note: Heh. First piece of FF7 fanfiction. It's a bit strange but I couldn't get the idea out of my head.
Disclaimer: FF7 and its characters do not belong to me. Blah de blah. Sue me and you can have. Err. My toenail clippings?
The first time they fucked she had been frightened. She had stood stock- still and met the glowing green gaze with more bravery than she felt. She had yelled at him, weapon ready and trying to quell the trembling in her limbs. Goading him into a fight. Anything to stop herself from doing something she would regret.
She could understand. She could understand why Cloud could not resist him. Could not resist obeying him. Could not resist his seduction. Could not resist those eyes.
She was more surprised than terrified when he disappeared from view and reappeared pressed to her back whispering in her ear. Whispering words of destruction and insanity. Words that would brand her a traitor by those dearest to her if they knew.
'If' they knew.
She never told them and they never suspected. By day, they would chase him. Cloud would tell them how he had to defeat him. How only by ending his life would he really be free. She saw their leader in a new light now, saw what he hid so carefully beneath the surface.
'It's so hard to say no.'
The third time, she had cried clutching her clothing to her as he stood completely naked, back turned to her, sword clasped loosely in one hand. The wind had played with his long hair, turning the silver strands into moonbeams as they caught the light.
"Why are you doing this?"
"You came looking for me."
It was true. She could not deny that. She may not have instigated this. Whatever this was.
She dropped her clothing, still crying and ran to her God - the God of the Moon - and worshipped him. The only way she knew how.
The last time had been at the temple of the ancients. After. She had looked for him the same way she did every night. She had been crying. They all had and no one was more distraught than Cloud. Aeris was gone and it was his fault and she felt as though she was an accomplice.
"What have you done?!" She had screamed at him, not crying, not this time. "You monster! What have you done!"
She had let him take her that time. Like all the other times before but this time she did not worship him. She dug her nails into his perfect back and hated him. Hated him for all she was worth. Hated him for all he had done. Hated him for making her as much of a puppet as he had made Cloud.
"I hate you."
He had laughed and the sound had sent more than shivers down her spine.
"Like that matters to me, child."
She had had to control her anger so that she did not damage the palms that were already under threat of her fingernails. He probably did not even know her name.
When he was dead, she had found herself for the most part relieved, but every now and then a small part of her would look at the moon and remember the sight of him, cloaked in silver hair and nothing else, green eyes looking into hers during liplock and other more intimate acts.
Sometimes, when she was with her friends and Cloud caught her looking at the moon, she could almost swear that he knew. That he had known all along.
"What are you thinking of?"
As always, she had had to lie. He was dead and she still betrayed them. Betrayed her.
"Nothing."
End.