Cloud sighed sadly, watching as a leaf fell onto the water, rippling his reflection.
He didn't know why, but being in Aerith's church, felt more comforting to him than sitting around at the hotel with everyone else.
It was just that this place, helped him think, and made him feel like he wasn't alone.
He was about to pick up the leaf on the water, reqaching down lower, lower, until...
Pause.
Cloud grunted, 'Why...my hand?'
He stiffened as footsteps echoed behind him.
"W-Who....a...re...y-you...?"
His voice came barely about a whisper, as the shadow chuckled softly.
"Forgotten me already, dear puppet?"
Cloud glared darkly infront of him as a sting near his neck inturrupted his thoughts.
Sephiroth held masamune closely to his neck, cutting it barely, and leaving a bright line of red across the blonde's pale skin.
"S-Se...ph....should....k-known..."
Sephiroth laughed, removing the blade from Cloud's neck as he kneeled beside Cloud, licking the blood away pleasurably as the blonde supressed a moan.
After finishing the wound, he moved over to the blonde's ear, nipping and licking playfully.
"Oh dear puppet, I could have just killed you with one swish of masamune, just like mother desired..."
He breathed into his ear, slipping his hand under Cloud's shirt as the blonde blushed darkly, eyes widening in surprise.
"W-Why...S...e...p-ph...w....w-why..?Z-Zack...A....Aerith...my....f-fau..lt.."
Sephiroth pinched Cloud, causing the blonde to gasp in surprise.
With this chance at hand, Sephiroth placed his mouth over Cloud's, forcing his tongue into the blonde's mouth roughly. Cloud moaned in pleasure, as Sephiroth smirked, and pulled away.
"But then again, you are MY puppet...mine. Mother can't have you..."
Cloud's eyes began to water as Sephiroth pulled Cloud's hair back roughly, sucking onto the pale skin revealed to him.
"B-But...useless...m-my...fa...ult...Z..Z-Zack...A-Aerith--!!"
Sephiroth's lips atop his own inturrupted Cloud; a quick peck.
"Remember puppet, you are mine, useless or not. And whatever you do is my problem, so I am the one at fault."
Sephiroth smirked as Cloud smiled gratefully, "S....S-Seph...i...r-roth..."
Sephiroth put a finger to Cloud's mouth, silencing him as he gently pushed the blonde back onto the floor, "Stop talking, and start moaning for me, my dearest puppet."
Cloud screamed, sitting up quickly as he wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, "S-Seph--?"
He looked around him, 'Was all that....a dream?"
He blinked as Vincent stood infront of him, eyes clouded with worry.
"Cloud...a nightmare?" Cloud nodded as Cid placed a hand on his shoulder, "Easy there kid, Tif is getting you a glass of water downstairs."
Cloud nodded as Tifa came in, handing him the water.
"Want to talk about it?" Tifa asked worriedly as Vincent shooed them away.
"Give him some space you two!"
Cid frowned as Tifa glared angrily at Vincent, "Why are you staying then?"
Cid sighed, taking Tifa's arm and leading her downtairs, winking at Vincent.
"Why don't we go outside for a nice smo--I mean, walk?"
"Vincent...what time is it?"
"About...two o'clock...why?"
Cloud gaped as Vincent walked over to the window, flicking the lock and closing the window.
"Why didn't you wake me up earlier?! It's already so late!"
Vincent sighed, watching as Cloud searched vainly for his clothes.
"You're clothes are to the dry cleaners. Tifa took them there cause she said they smelled terrible. You can pick them up tommorow morning."
Cloud gaped, "Well, then what am I going to wear now? I can't walk around in boxers and a t-shirt all day!"
Vincent sighed once more as a woman knocked on the door gently.
"Anything you need, sirs?"
Vincent smiled, nodding, "As a matter of a fact, yes, we do..."
Cloud attempted to pull his skirt lower as Vincent slapped his hand away, "Stop pulling your skirt Cloud, it's going to fall off."
"It's not my fault! It's so short and uncomfortable..."
Vincent sighed, patting Cloud on the shoulder, "Hey...It's better than that dress they made me wear last week..."
Cloud pouted, tugging at the bow in his hair as Vincent laughed.
"This is technically a dress you know! And it didn't matter because you actually looked really good in that dress! I look so ridiculous right now it's not even funny...and these heels aren't helping!"
Vincent dug into his pocket as a ringing cut through their arguement.
Vincent took out his phone, flipping it open and texting something before closing it again.
"They want us to go to the pub a few blocks down the road from here."
Cloud paled, "No, no, no, no, no! I'm am NOT going in their, dressed...like this!!"
Vincent shrugged, "It's isn't that bad."
"...wanna trade?"
"No way in hell."
Cloud struggled, shouting random curses as Vincent dragged him down the street.
Four hours after dinner had already passed by, and Cloud was already getting bored.
He was thinking of asking Vincent to skip with him...but the man was nowhere to be seen!
He decided to ask if anyone knew where he went, so, walking up to the bar, he tapped Cid on the shoulder.
"Have you seen Vincent?"
"Vince...you missed him, he just left a second ago!"
Cloud nodded, "Thanks Cid."
With that, he walked out of the doors, and down the sidewalk.
About two blocks from the hotel, something caught his eye; a flicker or red.
Red....red..."Vincent?!" He called as he ran into an alleyway, only to come face to face with a bunch of thugs.
"Where's Vincent? If you did anything to him I swear, I'll--"
"So that's his name, ay?"
"Pretty little thing if you ask me."
"What a waste."
Voices taunted as one of the men walked over to the ebony-haired man, undoing the buttons on his shirt as he slipped his other hand underneath the shirt, untucking it.
Cloud's eyes widened in horror, as he knocked out one of the men who tried to grab him, "Don't touch him!"
The man smiled, holding a knife to the unconcious man's throat, "And why not? You'd better do as I say before I slit his pretty little throat off."
Cloud slumped to the ground in defeat, "Happy now? Leave him be--"
"A sharp pain erupted into his arm, as he felt his body begin to grow heavy.
A needle...
"W-What...did...y-you..?"
He glared as the men from the sides tied his hands behind his back, the same way the did Vincent's.
"I'm glad we bought that stop materia."
"Pretty useful if you ask me."
'So that's how Vincent got caught...' He thought as the man beside Vincent continued unbottoning the black leather shirts.
"Hey! Y-You said you wouldn't t-touch him!!"
The men laughed, "Oh my dear, did I say that?"
"But that doesn't mean I can't touch him."
"Touche. I call the blondie."
He smiled as he leaned over Cloud, caressing his way on smooth, pale legs and making his way under Cloud's skirt.
The blonde blushed, attempting to kick the man away, and succeeding in knocking the man backwards.
"Don't touch me!"
"Why you little bitch--!!" He raged as he slapped the blonde, leaving a bright red mark onto pale skin as he fell backwards, only to be toppled by the man once more.
They stuck a few more drugs into his body, making him scream out in pain as they tried to cover his mouth.
The drugs were beginning to take full effect as he felt his eyes begin to droop and water.
"S...S-Seph..."
He gasped as he felt the heavy weight release from his form, silver dancing across his vision.
A few minutes later, he felt himself being picked up by a strong, warm figure.
He curled deeper into the person's form, as he felt himself being carried away, for once, feeling safe and secure in this form's arms.
He awoke the next morning as gentle fingers caressed his locks, making him lean into the comfort.
A laugh inturrupted the silence, "Enjoying yourself, puppet?"
Cloud blinked his eyes open, turning to the voice's owner and smiling lightly as he took the hand into his own.
"Seph...you saved me and Vincent last night...didn't you?"
Sephiroth smirked playfully before leanign over and placing a soft kiss onto the blonde's forehead,
"They had no damn right in hell to touch MY things...you are no exception. And if Valentine got molested, it would've been my damn fault and his fucking boyfriend would be all over my arse."
Cloud looked to Sephiroth in cofusion, "Boyfriend...?"
"He is Highwind's bitch isn't he?"
"I dunno."
Sephiroth turned, heading for the window as Cloud grabbed his arm, "Where are you going, Seph?"
"Out."
Cloud blushed, lowering his gaze to the floor, 'Isn't it...a p-puppet has to follow it's m-master doesn't it?"
"What are you implying?"
"I'm coming with you." Sephioth smiled, turning around and taking a seat on the bed.
"Then hurry up. I'd like to leave as soon as you're ready."
Cloud brightened, and in the next five minutes, stood infront of the silver-haired man.
"I'm ready Seph."
Sephiroth nodded, gathering the blonde into his arms and slinging the pack over his shoulder.
As Sephiroth jumped out of the window, Cloud tugged at a silver strand of hair infront of him.
"Something the matter, my dearest?"
"W-Well...could we drop by at the dry cleaners? I'd very much like to get back into pants again..."
Sephiroth laughed as they continued on their way.
"Mhmm...not a chance my dearest puppet, not a chance. Besides, you look much more cute in a dress than you do in pants."
The next morning, the group couldn't find Cloud in his room.
Tifa pickd up the clothes at the dry cleaners, surprised as to why he didn't change out of the dress.
Vincent smiled as he tucked a message he had found on the windowsill, into his pocket.
'The master has come to collect his dearest puppet.'