Disclaimer: Me no own, you no sue.
Yoru: And another new story! Yay!
Kuronue: Do you have time for all this?
Yoru: Um…yes. Yes I do. –looks around innocently-
Kuronue: Warnings for this one: Yaoi, violence. If anything like rape or abuse comes along, we'll warn you again.
Yoru: Onward!
Cloud blinked.
"I had it first," he snarled at the person across from him.
"I believe that my hand is under yours, implying that I was here first," the other man said monotonously. Cloud growled from under his scarf, blue eyes flashing.
"Give it."
"No." The man slid his hand deftly out from underneath Cloud's, clutching the book within it. He turned and walked away without a backward glance, long braid swinging behind him. Cloud huffed, crossing his arms.
"What a jerk."
"I heard that," the man called back without turning around. Cloud snarled to himself, turning to find another book.
He had really pretty hair, though. All silvery-blue…
"That was kind of heartless, not giving the poor man the book," Myde said as he watched Cloud turn away. Ienzo shrugged.
"I had it in my hand first."
"He's cute." Myde was craning over the bookshelves to look at the blonde man. Ienzo rolled his eyes, and put his square-framed reading glasses on.
"Half of his face is hidden. How can you tell?"
"I can sense cuteness. Why do you think I keep hitting on you?" Myde tugged playfully on Ienzo's tie.
"I always thought you were just a masochist."
"I'm going to go talk to him," Myde exclaimed resolutely. Ienzo blinked.
"Why?" he asked, curious.
"Well, since you were such a bastard, I figure it's my duty to go apologize for you," Myde said with a smirk. With a sigh, Ienzo turned away.
"Whatever. Have fun."
"If he gives me his contact info, do you want a copy?"
"You're kidding, right?" Ienzo scoffed. Myde laughed and approached the blonde man a few shelves down. Sighing again, Ienzo turned to the bookshelf to look for another book.
Lovely eyes, though.
"Ahem."
Cloud turned as someone cleared their throat behind him. A pretty young man stood behind him, all shoulder-length golden hair, eyes the color of the ocean, and a very revealing mesh shirt.
"My name's Myde. What's yours?" the vision asked.
"Cloud," Cloud muttered, wondering why there were so many pretty men at the bookstore that day.
Not that the jerk from earlier was pretty.
"I wanted to apologize for my friend. He was mean to you. And alas, not even I could get him to relinquish the book he beat you to."
"I see. It's all right. I can find another book." Cloud nodded to Myde and turned away, but he could feel the presence behind him telling him that the other man had not left.
"Do you want to know his name?" Myde asked innocently. Cloud eyed him suspiciously.
"What?"
"My friend's name. Did you think I was over here matchmaking for me?"
"Your friend is an asshole," Cloud growled. Myde laughed.
"He does come across that way, doesn't he? He's actually a nice person, if a little cold sometimes. Come on."
"Why would one cold person need another?" Cloud snapped. He was getting annoyed – not with Myde particularly, but at himself for wanting to know 'the jerk's' name.
"You might warm each other up a little," Myde replied without missing a beat. Cloud leaned his head against the bookshelf. He started when a hand landed on his shoulder.
"Look, I'm sorry if I misinterpreted the look you gave him. But by your reaction to all this, I think I didn't." The hand was removed and Myde turned to go.
"His name is Ienzo. He works for Xenahort at Hollow Bastion. Maybe you should go visit him at work sometime."
"I doubt it."
"He'll never admit it, but I think he would like that," Myde said with a small chuckle. He walked away, leaving Cloud with very mixed-up thoughts.
And he still hadn't found a book.