My Place

Summary: After a relationship passes and the wedding called off, Cloud is left depressed. Tifa decides to take him out, and model Sephiroth takes an interest in the blonde. Only problem? Cloud isn't gay.

Final Fantasy 7 Fanfiction

Author's note: Cause I can.

Chapter 1

To say he lost would have been right. The game was fair, and being a child was not a grown ups job. He could have just stayed silent and dealt with his fate, but he had never been one to roll over and die. After all, being fair didn't exist in the world of grown ups.

"You cheated." Tifa flared at the accusation, already knowing she had won fair and square. Mario Kart wasn't something somebody could just cheat at and win. It was a damn video game that she finally won after three years. She was not going to let Cloud escape on this one.

"I did not! I didn't even touch you!" Cloud didn't reply, putting down his remote control and sticking his nose in the air.

"You thought about it." Tifa exploded, hitting Cloud with the remote. Cloud yelped, scooting away before nursing his bruised head. Tifa sighed as she put down the remote, the long time goal finally achieved. Cloud threw his remote at her but she caught it, Cloud wincing when she mocked the movements of throwing it. She chuckled before putting the remotes away, standing up to look for the remote to turn the TV off.

"You're like a child. I won fair and square," Tifa argued, Cloud rolling his eyes as he got up to help as well. He found it first, turning the TV off with a small sigh. He wanted to do something else, his body jittery with nerves from the neck to neck race. He didn't tell Tifa though, knowing she would try to get him out. The last thing he wanted to do was socialize.

A black serpent creeped up into his mind, it's small hiss making his entire body weak.

"You'll only get hurt," the serpent hissed, Cloud frowning as he sat down on the couch. That serpent was his depression. It always found a way to bum his mood, to make his happiest moments tearful regrets. He hated it so much because of that, hated it beyond all things. The only problem was that it wouldn't go away.

Tifa looked to him with a raised eyebrow, her own lips pulling down into a frown when she saw Cloud's far away look. Cloud dropped the remote, the serpent hissing into his ear.

"She's going to yell at you. Yell at you because you're worth nothing." Cloud felt his entire mood crash, running a hand through his hair as he tried to sooth away those thoughts. You couldn't kill a serpent with kind words.

"Cloud, I was thinking of going to a new club with a friend. Want to come?" Cloud, the one before this depression would have jumped at the invitation. The one now could only cringe at the thought of being stuck in a place like that. All he wanted to do was sit at home and think over everything. Find a reason to make the serpent go away. To make everybody go away so he could be alone.

"No. I think I'll stay home."

Silence reigned.

Cloud yelped when he was hit on the head, Tifa frowning as she stared him down. Cloud was about to yell at her to stop hitting him, but her words cut straight through his thoughts.

"Cloud, she may have broken you, but I will put you back together." Cloud slowly got to his feet, rubbing his sore head. He still didn't want to go, but he felt a lecture coming on and he didn't have the mental energy for it.

"Fine I'll go."

The last thing he wanted to hear about was his failed attempt at getting a wife. It was horrible enough finding her with his father. The fucking dead beat who only came back to smash his fiancé.

Cloud went to his room to get dressed, frowning when he realized Tifa had followed him there. Cloud stopped at his doorway, facing Tifa who merely gave him a smile.

"What are you doing?" He asked, Tifa pointing at his closet with a broad smile.

"I'm gonna come in with you. Make sure you don't just lay down." Cloud rolled his eyes, letting her in. They had been childhood friends since birth, and they had seen each other naked a thousand times because of it. If anything, Tifa was like an annoying older brother to him.

"Wear something that's not black." Cloud would have laughed since most of his clothes were black, but instead he opened the door for her to see herself. She frowned at first, but stood up and started to look through his closet. Cloud didn't think she could actually find anything that wasn't black so sat on his bed, watching her get frustrated as she looked through his wardrobe.

"Ah! Here we go!" Cloud sat up alert, frightened of what she could have possibly found in his closet that wasn't black. Tifa turned around, presenting a baby blue shirt. Cloud didn't even know that had been in there, or that it existed for that matter. He got up and looked into his closet, wondering if any other clothing from hell was in there.

"You can wear this with black skinny jeans and those cute white and red shoes we bought last year." Cloud's sweat dropped, turning around to try and escape. Tifa closed him in, an almost crazy look in her eyes.

"You will put this on and come with me." Cloud wondered why she wouldn't just let him waddle in his depression, but he knew from that look that she would drag him there if possible. Cloud took the shirt, grumbling as he started to strip. He put on the shirt and his only pair of dark skinny jeans, digging into the back of his closet for the shoes. When he couldn't find them, Tifa looked for him.

"I look like a fairy," he commented, Tifa ignoring him as she looked for the shoes. Cloud sighed, sitting down on his bed and flopping down. He closed his eyes, hoping that she would just leave him be.

"She hates you."

Cloud frowned, knowing it wasn't true.

"Is it?"

"Found them!" Cloud sat up, Tifa presenting him the shoes he hardly ever wore. They were the new Jordan's back then, and Cloud wanted them so bad Tifa helped pitch in to get them for him. They were all red with white stripes on the foot and the ankle area, the red a blood red he loved. Now he only resented them. He put them on anyway though, Tifa grabbing his wallet and phone and pushing them into his hands.

"We're gonna have so much fun!" She exclaimed, Cloud not entirely sure it would be all fun and games for him. Tifa got ready with the dress she had stuffed into her purse, the small red thing barely keeping her boobs in. She put on black heels, straightening her hair and doing Cloud's hair. His spikes protested, the gel only making them clump together. Tifa worked with it, pushing his spikes on the side of his head down so it looked like he had a mohawk. He looked like a fairy.

"You are a fairy," Tifa combated, Cloud rolling his eyes. She thought she was so funny.

They left and took his car, a cheap thing he bought since only two people fit on fenrir. He could just take it though and make his escape when Tifa got drunk. He thought against it though, already knowing she wouldn't let him out of her sights.

"I was going to take you to my bar, but I want a day off." Cloud smiled a little bit at that, the two stopping at Tifa's friends house. Yuffie came running out, skipping to a stop at the car door. She got in, instantly yapping Tifa's ear off. Cloud ignored her and she ignored him. It was easier for them that way.

Yuffie had been his ex fiancé's maid of honor, and to say she hated Cloud was an understatement. For Tifa's sake though, they pretended to get along.

"So is your friend the designated driver?" Yuffie asked, Tifa nodding as she looked to Cloud who feigned indifference.

"He doesn't drink." Cloud actually did drink, but when he became depressed Tifa took away all of his alcohol rights when he nearly sent himself to the hospital. Because he had nothing else to pour himself into, he poured himself into alcohol. He was satisfied with that, but being a drunk wasn't on Tifa's list for his future. Cloud normally wouldn't care, but he trusted Tifa more than anything. When she gave him advice, he listened. After all, she was the only one who didn't reject him and his depression.

He was thankful for that.

"Cloud, tell me when you want to leave," Tifa told him, knowing she could only push his socializing so far before he broke down. Cloud nodded, Yuffie whining about how she didn't want to leave early over his bullshit. Cloud ignored her, already knowing she was a bitch from the start. He stopped in the front of the club that had just been built, having already known from the start where Tifa had wanted to go. He wanted to come here for the longest as well.

He got out of the car, his heart sinking at the sight of the line. A particular person cheered him up though. Tifa whined about the line and how they weren't going to be able to go in till the morning, but Cloud was determined to get in right then.

He went straight up to the bouncer, a six foot five man who screamed murder. Cloud kept his face straight when Barret looked to him, some guys in the front rolling their eyes.

"Hey Cloudy boy!" Cloud gasped when he was pulled into a chest cavity crushing hug, Barret letting him go after a short few seconds. Cloud wheezed for a second, Barret hitting his back.

"Come on in kid!" Barret unlatched the rope, Cloud punching his old friend as Tifa and Yuffie slinked in and took the bracelets Barret offered for alcohol.

"Careful with the bear hug, people are breakable." Barret laughed loudly as Cloud went in, the guys in the front gaping in utter shock. Their bafflement was blocked off by the latched rope, Barret becoming the wall of stone he was. Cloud put on his bracelet even though he wasn't going to drink, the small hallway almost soundproofed.

The hallway led to the bathrooms and the club floor, Cloud walking past the wall of people having to use the bathroom and entering the double doors to the club floor. The music hit him hard, his ears going numb for a second as a ring replaced all sound. Cloud blinked, looking around the dancing bodies. Sound slowly bled back, Cloud shaking his head as he went to the bar.

He was stopped by Tifa, Yuffie seeming to have abandoned her for some reason. Tifa pushed through the crowd of bodies, acting like they were nothing but water. They got to the bar after a long second, Tifa slamming her hand on the counter when they finally got there.

"Finally!" She yelled, the bartender coming over. They probably would have been ignored if it weren't for her tits. Cloud didn't hear what she ordered, looking away to the wave of bodies. There usually weren't this much people on the floor at other clubs, but it was probably because the club just opened.

"You don't belong here."

"Cloud!" Cloud looked over to Tifa, a cup of club soda offered to him. He took it, holding it with a frown. He took a sip, putting down his cup with a frown. He looked around when he felt he was being watched, his hand twitching for his sword. He hadn't used it since his mercenary days, but since most monsters were dying out he went into an early retirement. How long has it been?

"Try this!" Cloud looked to Tifa, taking a red drink she gave him. He could smell the alcohol from here, Cloud taking it with a frown. He sipped it, his body shivering slightly at the bittersweet taste. He chugged it, Tifa yelling at him and slapping his arm.

"I said try!" she yelled, Cloud smiling softly as his body thrummed softly with alcohol. He had really missed that feeling. Tifa offered him no more, Cloud listening as she talked about nonsense the more she drank. He smiled when she punched a guy that touched her butt, Cloud thinking of the old days. He wished he could be drunk right now. He froze when he felt somebody behind him, looking over his shoulder. A tall red head stood there, his body clad in a professional uniform.

What had he done to attract such attention?

"Come with me." Cloud slapped away the guy's hand when he grabbed him, getting up from his leaned position and leveling the guy with a frown. Tifa noticed the change in the atmosphere quickly, touching a hand to his arm as she sobered up. The guy frowned, his mind thinking of how difficult this might get. Another guy came up, his black hair slicked back. A red dot sat on his forehead, showing his wutaian blood. Not that his face couldn't say enough.

"Our boss wants to see you. You're not in trouble." Tifa smiled, suddenly excited.

"The owner!" Tifa exclaimed, the black haired man nodding. Tifa grabbed Cloud's arm tightly, jumping up and down excitedly.

"Go Cloud! It's not everyday you meet the owner of a club!" She basically dragged Cloud as they followed the two men, her grip tight enough to bruise. Cloud wondered if she knew this could be a trap, not that he worried he couldn't fend them off. But the last thing he wanted was to be stuck in an uneven fight. The two men led them up towards the VIP section, Tifa looking around with wide eyes of disbelief. She almost started screaming when she saw model's everywhere, her eyes looking over the richest people in the world. They were mostly male which only seemed to excite her further.

The two men stopped by a separate section, an oval couch set there. One man sat there, his features something Cloud recognized on the spot. The man stood once his eyes rested on Cloud, Cloud having to crane his neck to look up at the man.

Sephiroth.

He was the most well known model around the world, also an ex soldier of the war, and the son of the famous scientist Hojo. Hojo was famous for finding a cure for cancer, and was rumored to be the richest man in the world because of it. Nobody knew how he made such a handsome son though. Hojo himself was hideous.

Tifa almost fainted at the sight of Sephiroth, Cloud grabbing her when she nearly fell. One of the two men led her to the couch, sitting her down as she fought to breathe. Cloud frowned, wondering why she had such a reaction.

He didn't find Sephiroth all that attractive.

"Follow me." Cloud almost jumped back when Sephiroth grabbed his arm, making him follow him to a sound proofed room. Cloud's ears rung after the loud music faded away, his eyes locked on Sephiroth who walked over to an oval couch that sat in the room.

"Sit with me." Cloud frowned, looking behind himself to the closed door.

"I don't bite." Cloud looked back to Sephiroth, wondering how long this would take. He walked over and sat across from Sephiroth, Sephiroth sitting back and looking him over with lidded eyes.

"Is there a reason you called me up here?" Cloud asked, not wanting to stay here long. Sephiroth smirked; spreading his legs open a little.

"What is your name?" Cloud narrowed his eyes, wanting to just leave and not speak. He wondered if Tifa would be okay out there by herself, but Cloud knew she would be. Drunk or not, she had one hell of a punch.

"Cloud. Can I go now?" Sephiroth tilted his head, his smirk kicking up slightly for just a few seconds.

"What would you say if I said I found you attractive?" Cloud raised both eyebrows, for a second suddenly flattered. With all his crazy hair? Not even his fiancé liked his hair.

"Ex fiancé, the slut"

Cloud felt suddenly down, the serpent refusing to go away.

"I would say thanks but I'm not into men." Sephiroth got up, Cloud leaning back when the man stood in front of him. Cloud felt like he was in a very unwanted position, and his urge to leave became over bearing.

He did not like this man, or his lack of personal space.

"And if I could change your mind?" Cloud frowned, doubting that would be possible. He stood up, forcing the man to take a step back. Sephiroth was still too close though, Cloud narrowing his eyes as he looked up to the taller man.

"Find another bitch." Cloud turned away to leave, gasping when his hand was grabbed. He was spun around; his chin grabbed as soft lips touched against his own. Cloud gasped in shock, trying to pull away. Sephiroth pushed his lips harder against his, Cloud's lips forced open as a tongue invaded his mouth.

Cloud shivered at the contact, a minty taste on the man's tongue. Cloud was almost tempted to let him play, intimate contact like this something he depraved his body of. But this was a man.

Cloud pulled away with a gasp, quickly moving away from the man's grasp. He jumped over the couch and took a few quick steps back, moving in a blink of an eye. Sephiroth smirked, licking his lips with a small hum.

"You move fast." Cloud straightened himself up, trying to brush off the contact. He did not come here to be molested by a boy with daddy's money.

"Back off or next time I'll beat the shit out of you." Cloud left with that, in no mood to stay and converse further. He grabbed Tifa on his way out, ending her conversation with a red head model suddenly. He tracked down Yuffie and dragged them both out, ready to leave now. Tifa didn't ask questions, taking this as a social breakdown. Yuffie complained the entire way back, Cloud dropping her off at her place.

Silence reigned.

"What happened?" Tifa asked after a long second, Cloud just shaking his head. He would tell after he slept off his mental distress.

It was too much today.

Author's note: When I had depression, it was very similar to how Cloud has in this story. Writing took that away though.