I'm back! And I'm sure you're all angry because I've finished ya know...Zero stories. But this one is hopeful! Pun intended. So silly disclaimer junk. I don't own Final Fantasy:( This is obvious because Snow never was man enough to ravage Hope haha. Even with all of those opportune times. This story will pretty much include ALL forms of yaoi. Minus all the really freaky fetishes.
More importantly this is my first dedicated story. To a very special boy named Preston Alexander. He is my Hope and I hope I get to be his Snow:)
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So let's push on and read! And review. Yes R&R turns me on, not sexually though xD.
Flames will end up in Lightning's eyes. Yep yep, and we don't want that now do we?
So-
Curtain!

Coccoon was peaceful in the sense that everything abruptly ending was out of everyone's mind. But where's the fun in a peaceful world? Where is the thrill? The people not being able to sleep feeling safe? There were the general thoughts and ideas behind the newest threat. The Zodiacs. Under the watchful eyes of their very well hidden leader they swept through Cocoon at an alarming rate.
Sitting in the back room of a small seaside bar was a young silverette, Hope. How he had ended up there was still fresh in his mind. The memory of the conversation that had taken place two weeks prior still infused in his ears. He thought back.

"It's small." The fourteen year old observed looking around his father's newest residence.

"It can't be helped, son. It was such a quick move, but Hope..." His father began before being cut off.

"Well it's not like we're going to be seeing each other a lot, you have a lot of work backed up so you wont be here anyways. Where's my room then?" His son inquired, keeping his eyes on the floor. It was such a tacky tile, he focused on it and almost missed the next line out of his fathers mouth.

"There...isn't one for you, Hope." The man stated in a solid yet rushed sentence. The boy's emerald eyes met his fathers for the first time that day. "I can't shake the feeling that you shouldn't be here son. Anymore that is. I see your mother so much in you, and it kills me. I'm not blaming you for her death but...Nevermind. Along with that you were branded a l'cie. And the brand is gone, but the way people treat me because my son was one...hasn't changed. My life has been completely flipped and emptied out and I need a new start."

Hope simply stood there, his eyes filled with tears, mouth agape.

"How can you say that? I'm your son, the last piece of the family you have left." Hope choked.

His father barely responded to the emotion running through his son. "Yes, the last piece holding me back. This hurts me too son. Because...while you are my son...I hate you."

The words hurt worse than when Vanille was playing with a baby behemoth and the mother decided to stroll on by and maul Hope instead. But that was a silly moment, and any type of happiness was the last thing on the boys mind. He felt like dropping to his knees and begging his father not to throw him out. But his legs had other ideas as they took off and he sprinted out of the house.

Three days of traveling managed to get him somewhere he never thought he'd be again. Standing in Bodhum, just footsteps away from NORA's base. The small seaside bar. But why had he come here? He turned and walked towards the ocean. Sitting in the sand and taking his shoes off the boy let out a sigh and dipped his feet into the water. He didn't want to think, he didn't want anything. He just wanted the ocean to swallow him. He laid back and closed his eyes, maybe for a little too long.

"We got a live one!" A female voice chirped rousing Hope from his accidental nap. "I think he's alive anyways. Snow get over here."

Snow? The boys eyes cracked open at the spoken name. He tilted his head back, it was dark out, he could barely see the figure approaching him.

"Looks like a ki- Hey!" A manly voiced boomed above him. "Hope is that you?"

"Mmm." Was the only sound that could escape the boys dry lips.

"Oh and here you were hoping that it was a young maiden huh, Snow?" The woman laughed. "Not quite a beautiful mermaid is he?"

"Well...he's no mermaid, Lebreau." Snow joked back. "Go on ahead, I wanna catch up with him." The dark haired girl trotted off, rifle in hand. Snow turned his attention to the boy who was still laying in the sand. "So how'd you end up back here? Couldn't wait to see me again huh?" The older blond sat on the beach stretching his legs out and yawning.

Snow. Bodhum. Hope was still trying to figure out what was going on. The memories slowly pieced themselves together. The entire conversation flooded his mind and the pain was suddenly back. Without thinking Hope flopped onto his side so his older friend wouldn't see him crying. However the way he had turned was severely miscalculated as he had actually flopped into Snow's stomach. He thought about flipping back, but Snow was so warm.

"Hey..." Snow offered to the boy was shaking and sobbing. He didn't know what to do, never in the realm of possibility did he see this scene. Slowly he placed his hand on the back of the boys head and patted his head lightly. "What's wrong? Come on you can tell me anything, Hope."

Opening up was never a very strong point with Hope. But through many sobs and hiccups he somehow managed to get the whole story out. Snow's eyes narrowed as he stared at the reflection of the moon on the ocean. Hope never deserved anything bad to happen to him. Even knowing that the kid almost killed him, he could never think of any reason this kid deserved any type of pain. Finally Snow cleared his throat and collected his usual cheerful demeanor, "Well stay here." It was a total shot in the dark, but a shot he felt worth taking.

"Really?" Hope squeaked, still hiccuping a bit. "I don't want to burden anyone. I've done that my whole life."

Snow had heard enough. He wrapped his arm around Hope's narrow waist and stood up. He set the boy down and steadied him on his feet. "Listen to me Hope," Snow growled. It was anger, but a kind anger. "You are not a burden. You are extraordinary. I mean if I were a girl..." Hope's eyes widened. "Only kidding, Hope. You're not a burden though, but it's getting cold, let's get back to the shack."

Snow took a few steps but heard no one following him. He turned and saw Hope standing quite unsteadily. "Oh! You want this hero to carry you huh?" Before Hope could protest Snow had bum rushed him and cradled him in his arms. "Alright! Let's go!"

"Showoff." Hope whispered through a smile.

"Maybe you are a mermaid, they have a hard time walking when they wash up on shore." The older man said laughing.

"Hey, you forgot beautiful. Beautiful mermaid." Hope said groggily still smiling. He hadn't this happy for too long.

Snow stopped walking and peered down at the boys face. "Hmmmmm, maybe." He then put his face closer. Hope's eyes opened a little wider. Snow's breath was warm against his face and smelled of wintergreen. The older man inspected every inch of Hope's face. It could have been he was tired, but Hope swore he lingered over his lips for quite some time as if he was thinking. Snow snapped his head back up. "Okay okay, you're beautiful." He continued walking. Hope was glad it was night because his cheeks were painted a very crimson red.

"Hey Hope?" Snow asked.

Hope's heart raced, "Y-yes?"

"Did you piss yourself?" Snow asked through a grin. "Your pants are quite wet, ya know?"

"N-no! Don't be dumb Snow." Hope said with obvious embarrassment.

"I'm just kidding," Snow laughed. "It was high tide tonight."

Hope slowly drifted back to sleep. He felt safe in Snow's arms. The man entered the bar as Lebreau was finishing putting some wine away. Words weren't exchanged as they noticed the boy snoozing peacefully. She nodded. He pointed to the back room and she gave him a thumbs up.

The back room was just a spare. Very small, it held only a bed, dresser and small television. Snow cringed at the thought of the next step, be something inside of him wanted what was to come. He couldn't put Hope to bed soaked. He pulled the boys jacket and shirt off. His body was a typical 14-year-old. Skinny, very little developing muscles. The white glow of his pale skin almost lit up the room. Snow sighed. "Easy part's over." The next step he wanted to do in "diaper change mode" as he called it. Which translated to regular english as "very quickly." He fished a pair of shorts out of the dresser. Laying half of Hope on the bed he unfastened the boys belt, popped the button, and unzipped.

"Briefs." Snow said in his mind, eyes smiling.

In two motions he pulled the boys shorts and briefs off, tossed them aside and had the dry shorts on before the wet pair hit the floor. Painless. Repositioning the boy in the bed he tucked him in tightly.

"Sweet dreams, Hope." Snow whispered to the sleeping boy. He lingered for a bit before bringing his lips down on the boys forehead. Time froze. His eyes widened. What had he just done? Not what, but why? Without thinking he leaned down and kissed the boys cheek this time. His lips brushed against the tender soft skin. He had done it again. He ran his finger down Hope's cheek before deciding to leave. He stopped and looked at the sleeping boy before closing the door. Now Snow had a secret. And so did Hope, for he had woken up after the first kiss.

Snow sauntered back into the bar, Lebreau was having another scotch. She wasn't a drunk, but she loved her drinks. "All squared away?" She asked.

"Of course! You know me." Snow replied beaming, "Oh shit, I left his shoes by the ocean, I'll be back."

"Okay, hey wait!" Lebreau sounded urgent so he held back. "Did he piss himself?"
Snow let out a laugh and shook his head before going to retrieve the shoes.

So that was Hope's life for the past two weeks. Lebreau looked after him for the most part. Snow visited everyday. Serah would come too, Hope wasn't quite sure what their deal was. But they didn't seem very intimate. He never really brought up that night to Snow. And Snow only talked about him "pissing" himself. But when no one was around Snow was extra friendly and would give him piggy back rides and hugs. He loved those moment. He might even love Snow. But he didn't know. He flipped through the television, stopping on the news channel. Lightning was commonly on, as she was the newest head of the broken military.
Everything changed after Orphan was destroyed. The military broke apart because of different views and the assumption of no threats. Back The Zodiacs had appeared out of nowhere. And now Lightning was in a mad scramble to raise morale and get a decent army in shape. But the news wasn't on. Something else was. A black border with a map of the Zodiac system was all that was displayed.

"When will the people of Cocoon wake up?" A voice boomed, stern yet gentle. "A world without fear is impossible. But humanity is finally in fact in the hands of the humans. And now it is time for humanity to realize it's fate. The weak have no place here. Zodiac simply wishes to clear out the weak. But do not fear, citizens. There is nothing you can do. With the fal'cie gone and military in shambles Zodiac holds the hopes of everyone. We will seek out every citizen. Women, children, elderly, it does not matter. We are all human. And we will find you."

Those were the last words Hope heard. For as if the television was speaking specifically to him the door behind him was forced open and everything went black.

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Well? What'cha think? I'd say it was pretty okay for now. Just wait til next chapter! Snow's gonna come home and find no Hope! Lightning will be there! And LISTEN TO ME! I bash no women in my fanfics haha. If she seems like a total bitch, well...did you play the game right?
R&R kthnxbaiiii! :D