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Beautiful... The one word to describe the form in front of him; one of many. Squall watched the young man from a distance, just like he always did. How he longed to touch the other's slender frame; caress the fair skin and indulge himself in the other's scent. He wanted to taste, touch, smell, hear the boy... He wanted him all to himself. Yet there he stood an arm wrapped around his slender waist. Squall's face twisted in disguist. How he wished he could burn the hand that touched the one he longed for. Everytime he saw them together he felt bile rise into his throat; felt the anger rise to warm his face and make his hands twitch into tight fists. And when they kissed... Squall felt his lips tighten into a fine line and his teeth grind against each other as he tightened his jaw. It took all the restraint he had not to tear the two apart and take his angel from that bastard wolf. He inhaled and let out a deep breath. He had to relax; all in due time. He would be his... Squall vowed to this.
Squall allowed a devious smirk to cross his features as his eyes trailed his desired lover. He was slowly but surely working out their routine. It was easy to follow the young beauty; he remained oblivious. Squall often felt a pane of hurt and sorrow at this; his love didn't notice him, it was painful, but at the same time it left Squall with more opportunities to see his angel. If the angelic form before him didn't sense his presense it gave him that much more time to watch him without scaring him off. He needed to wait for the opportune moment; he would move in than and profess his love and undying devotion. Squall's heart fluttered at the thought.
He would run the tips of his fingers using feather light touches against the cheeks of his love's fair skin; drawing the pale pink lips to his own. Squall reached up to touch his lip's as a phantom of the kiss he imagined ghosted against his lips. His eyes fluttered shut as he imagined how those lips would taste. The tip of his tongue moisting his lips as if the taste lingered there; soon, he reminded himself.
Taking another breath he glanced to where his love stood. When was it that he fell so deeply for the other? Squall hadn't know of his love until recently; did the other even recall that day? Did his thoughts trail back to the day the way Squall's thought seemed to replay the moment on an endless loop? He learned of his love's kind heart and even felt the touch of the soft gentle skin on the other's hands. It was just a brush against his own but the simple gesture sent his skin and mind on fire. He shivered a very quiet groan escaping Squall's lips; no one heard it was too tiny to notice. They hadn't exchanged many words, they didn't need to, even if Squall wanted to hear the angelic voice over and over again just hearing those comforting few words was enough. The hum of the other's voice was like a lullaby sung by the alluring siren's; it drew him in and wouldn't let him escape.
That night....
He had been at a pretty shady bar in the slums; no one there didn't have a scar or war story to tell. Most men there were dangerous and the only females there either tended the bars or the men's beds. Squall felt comfortable at the bar for some strange reason. He never understood why; the bar itself smelt like decay and piss and no one there was particularly friendly. He found the drinks to be cheap and harsh; probably the only perk of the place really. It was small, crowded, filthy, and anything but safe. Usually Squall had no problem dealing with a raging drunk, but that night was different.... A night before the incident occured a rather large drunk stumbled over to seat himself in the stool next to Squall's. The man's pudgey fingers pinched his goutee as he licked his lips staring the boy down. This wasn't rare; Squall was a handsome boy. His pale blue eyes were piercing and wide. His lips were full and pink and other than the scar running between his eyes his skin was flawless. His light brown hair framed his face rather nicely as well; all this and add Squall's lean and built form and you knew the boy would attract much 'unwanted' attention.
"Arrent' you a purrty ones there," the man slurred leaning closer to Squall his breath wreeked of stale rum.
Squall simply ignored him, sometimes they would take a hint... This one... appartently didn't...
"Dun be that waay daarrlin'," the man's fat grimmey hand reached out to trial down Squall's arm and rest on his thigh. The man's finger's squeezing the flesh underneath. Before he could squeeze deeper into Squall's inner thigh the man's head flung back with a loud crack as Squall's fist flew to the man's jaw. The drunk man squirmed on the floor as he wailed at the pain developing around his jaw; the swelling already beginning as well as the dark purple and blue bruise.
Squall left immediately after the incident; he didn't want to stick around to deal with the bartender complaining about another injuried customer. But the next night he came back he met the same man again right outside the bar. Squall had made an attempt to leave the bar later on that night. He knew that the other man's and the man's friends had their eyes on him the entire time. He felt their eyes burning behind him as he left; he should've known. Soon a sickening thud of knuckle meeting the back of Squall's skull rang though the night. He found he had lost his balance and fell to the ground to his knees and elbows grabbing his head immediately. The man now towered before him grinning as his friends barked with laughter. The man snickered and hissed while his friends urged him on to teach the boy a lesson. The over sized man began to unbuckle his belt, "Where'd we leave off pretty?" Squall tried to struggle to his feet as he heard the sound but was quickly knocked down by one of the man's friends. His mind raced and his chest heaved as he hit the hard ground. He felt tears gather in his eyes as the dirt flew into them. The man's grostestquely thick fingers wrapped around him waist and all he could do with take in a harsh painfully breath.
Almost as soon as the man grabbed him he felt the pudgey hands release from him; at first Squall thought it was the man reaching for something but soon heard a loud grunt and a few fists exchanged. Squall raised his head quickly to the sounds and his heart stopped as he saw the angel that had come to save him.
In the dim light he saw his love shove the large man away; seemingly with little effort. Another man ran behind the beauty and encircle his arms around the toned chest. His angel easily broke the man's grip and twisted his slender form til he was in the perfect position to bury his fist into the offenders stomach. The offender at this point falling forward gripping his stomach in pain as he vomited and whimpered. The other two men who had accompanied the large brute had already fled with their tails between thier legs.
Squall looked to the beautiful form appoarching him. A slender hand reaching out to help him up; Squall paused before taking the offered hand as his breath hitched. Bright blue eyes glowed as he met them with his own. He felt he had sunk into a vast ocean and was being suffocated by the waves pounding against his heart. A small smile graced the angel's lips trying to assure him that the beauty meant no harm to Squall. As Squall gripped his hand and was pulled to his feet stunned. He felt like a deer caught in headlights; speechless, no thoughts making their way from his brain to his body. All he could do was stare at the majestic being before him.
"Are you alright," Squall felt his words catch in his throat at the smooth voice, "...You should be more careful...."
Squall couldn't register a response as he glanced over the other's features. Wild spikes adorned the figures head some spiked bangs falling over his face. The blonde spikes draped over his eyes a bit as his head was tilted forward in concern. His blue eyes searching Squall's for an answer. Squall only could notice the tension in the other's fair blonde brows and the heart-shaped face as he waited for an answer.
"I-I'm fine....," Squall practically squeaked out; ashamed of how his voice betrayed him.
The other nodded before turning away as he commented to Squall, "You should head home. Keep yourself safe."
Squall's eyes darted towards the figure walking away from him and his voice belted out quickly before he was lost from sight, "What is your name?"
The other turned around to face him; Squall felt his breath hitch again as our eyes met. His felt like they would knees go weak as he watched his pale pink lips move with the one name he promised himself that he would never allow himself to forget, "...Cloud." And with that the boy was gone. Squall's heart had ceased it's quickened pace as his hand twitched remembering the touch of the angel who protected him.
"Cloud....," Squall whispered. He would find Cloud again, he would say the things he meant to say. He would make Cloud fall in love with him just as Cloud had quickly stolen his heart.
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Ok Guys this Fic is going to be VERY strange....... I am writing it with a friend of mine sooooo... I will be writing one chapter and she will write the next!! So on and so forth! so this was a random idea we came up with at like 1 am so please let me know if it's any good and if you guys want us to continue it! Please Review lovelys --- I fixed my 1st 3rd person goof! Sorry guys lol I was up real late writing this I slipped! I'll be updating soon... I got a scene from my g/f but she couldn't finish the chapter yet so we agreed I would write around the scene so we don't leave you guys waiting! Thank you for the reviews keep them coming!
-Christine C.