Kamen

AN: Howdy all. No IDEA why I'm posting this. I'm waaaaaayyyy too busy to do anything with it, but I was bored, so here we go. I get myself into trouble when I'm bored. So depending on the reviews I may do more with this. Whatever. Review me please, need the self-esteem boost. Got another project I will be posting soon...maybe tonight if I ever get off my butt...hmm...

PS: Anybody who knows anything about kabuki give me a hand, I'm bascially ignorant...;;

Summary: Cloud is a famous Kabuki dancer popular for his affeminate looks and graceful body, but when his town is attacked and rebel soldiers save him will he pull off the tough guy routine? Or will he give his heart to the coldest man he has ever met? I dunno, review me if you want to know.

Sephiroth grumbled something undecipherable to his spiky-haired companion. "Oh shut up you big lummox, it'll be over quicker then you can spit!" the younger man winked over his shoulder to the slightly taller, breath-taxingly beautiful man he dragged along behind him. The silver-haired man's light green eyes glinted maliciously. "You know I hate the theatre." He returned to the black-haired man. Zack grunted. "So I've heard, but you've gotta see this. It's amazing!"

Once they were inside the kabuki house Sephiroth felt trapped. He was thrown into a seat and forced to stay there while Zack ran off behind the stage. They were visiting this town on one of their many check-ups insisted by the emperor. They browsed city after city, rural back-drop town after town and found no signs of rebellion. Shinra was paranoid. As the fat grotesque man with wandering hands and roaming eyes came to Sephiroth's mind he couldn't help the small shiver up his spine or the way his eyes darkened with obvious resentment. Zack came back dragging along a young blushing girl. She was pretty, with rich mahogany hair and glittering green eyes.

"You remember Aerith right? She used to live in my hometown, but moved here to find kabuki." Sephiroth focused already-darkened eyes on the girl and her blush deepened as she bowed nervously and deeply. "Pleasuresir,butIhavetobegettingbacknow." She spoke in a rush, nervousness the cause. Zack frowned and Sephiroth's lips twitched, which constituted a frown for him. "We're camping just outside of the town tonight Aerith-chan, visit me after the show, it'll be great!" Zack's bubbly personality calmed the girl slightly and her bowed head rose and gave him a delightful smile that seemed to light the area around her. "Hai Zack-chan." And she whipped around in a flash of kimono and was gone.

Zack, grinning like a boy in a candy shop sat next to the unimpressed general and sighed. "She's great isn't she?" "We have no time for flirtation on this mission." Zack lost his child-like joy and a small frown, different from the one from earlier, replaced it. "Get laid Seph." Was the black-haired man's only response. Sephiroth opened his mouth to retort but was shushed as candles were blown and the lighting dimmed. Lithe figures danced across the stage. The story that night was a tragic one. A young man fell in love with a girl from his childhood, was recruited into the army and returned to find the village had been attacked and her (and his illegitimate child) had been killed by knaves.

When all seemed lost a spirit came to him, for what the play was titled Kibo, and gave him advice to seek them in another town. The spirit entered on a rising platform and as soon as the figure was apparent the entire audience held their breath, Sephiroth included. Beauty fell short in comparison to this creature before him. He suddenly felt as if he were the only one sitting in the theatre and this slim figure was only appealing to him. The dance was slow and meaningful and the dancer…Sephiroth took a breath, hardly realising he'd forgotten to up to this point.

Blonde hair combed and styled tediously until it stood in two straight columns to the base of the long neck, almost like a swan's, with delicate features in an oval face. The lips were what drew Sephiroth's attention first. Ruby red with thick paint, but lush all the same. Long, long limbs, although the figure was still far shorter then him, a slim figure, delicate and fragile, begging to be protected. And protect the actor he did. He was unsure of the sex, although this hardly bothered him. Something akin to lust sprung up upon seeing this figure and he was amazed by his body's reaction, having close to never experiencing lust so quickly before.

He watched the dance, soft movements combined with powerful emotion and earnestly observed as the spirit remained on high over the other players as the man was re-united with his old lover and now-older son. As soon as the play was over Zack leaned over to him and whispered: "Wasn't that amazing? I told you you'd like it." He grinned like an idiot and Sephiroth sighed in exasperation. He rolled his eyes and stood trying to shake the spell the spirit had placed over him off, but to little avail. "Let's leave." His statement was blunt and Zack eyed him contemplatively trying to discover why the general seemed too antsy and eager to leave. It was so unlike him.

He had seemed to enjoy the play, but perhaps something had unsettled him? Oh well. Zack sighed this time and beckoned for Sephiroth to leave. "I'm going to stay and try to see Aerith." Sephiroth growled lowly and turned on his heel sharply leaving him. Zack watched the man a mischievous look in his eyes. Something or someone in the play had affected the older general and Zack was determined to find who or what it had been.

TBC!

AN2: Hello, short sweet and to the point. If you like it send me a review. Can't drill the point enough. Oh, and read my other lemon-filled fic Marks, and my new one soon-to-be-posted fic Phoenix. Hope you enjoyed this. It's kinda based off of Mulan, but not really. The kabuki comment earlier mentioned still applies.

Much Love!,

KuraiTenshi of Doom