Well this is a new story for me, I decided to try a new spin on things. Even though I still have Tasting the Darkness still in the works, I decided to come out with a new fic. This idea I came across while coming home from the final show of Opera (I was doing the lighting for the show). When I thought about it, I thought 'You know… It's a possibility really.' What am I talking about? Read and find out 3.

Disclaimer- I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any of the characters within this fan fiction.

Alcohol and Hormones

The Heartless are no more, Sora had finally banished all of the Heartless and the worlds were all saved from the darkness. It had been a bitter, grueling battle that left many cruel fates for people whom were loved. Darkness had almost beaten the light in the end, but with the help of Sora, and myself (behind the scenes of course) we had all one. Nyuk Nyuk Nyuk. I'm Yuffie, Ninja Extraordinaire and Master Heartless slayer! It's been exactly one year now that the Heartless were defeated, as well as all the Nobodies, and six months since the Blond Dark Lord wannabe has come home to Radiant Garden, saying he 'settled his business.' He finally flushed the toilet and got rid of all the shit! That's the way I'm putting it anyway.

Most people may not know this by looking at me, but I'm actually nineteen now, I'm an adult. Yet, for some reason, Leon God of Hotness has yet to realize or accept the fact that I'm an adult. Aerith sees it, she accepted it the moment I took blame for throwing away her cake that she worked so hard on six months ago to give to Cloud. It was a welcome home cake, and it was carrot cake. To me, that's just unjust, if you're going to make someone a cake, at least make something good like chocolate.

As for the DLW, short for Dark Lord Wannabe, he's actually gotten out of that phase, (I think he finally grew up) and is more relax than anything else. He's no longer speaking about the Darkness, or how his light has been snuffed out or anything else that no one cares to listen to. His new hobby has been trying to pick up Aerith, which I know she has a thing for him, but she seems to purposely not get the hints he drops. Hell, if I can pick it up, she can, which has led me to believe that she's not as innocent as I have always thought she was.

Currently, Cloud's trying once more to drop hints to Aerith about things he wishes, so I'm guessing, I can't really hear. As it stands, I've counted about five glasses of whatever it is that he's drinking, and he looked kind of glazed over in the eyes.Spikey's drunk off his ass I said to myself. They were sitting in the kitchen, Cloud's kitchen. That's right, I said Cloud's kitchen, as in he had his own kitchen and his own place. It's kind of an agreement, once the Heartless were gone, we basically all got our own places. Me and Aerith shared a place, and Leon and Cloud had their own.

Although I forget why we're all at Cloud's…

"He acts more like an idiot when he's drunk." I heard Leon comment next to me as we sat on the couch in the living room. For the past half hour we have both been watching the interaction between Aerith and Cloud going on in the kitchen. Well more like, Leon watching them, rolling his eyes occasionally while I would sneak back a glance at Leon while trying to keep myself from chasing him off by talking.

Have I mentioned that he's hot?

Too bad he thinks I'm still a brat…

Or maybe a punching bag while training…

Hmm…

"I think it's Aerith's fault." I decided to voice my opinion. I guessed Leon would shoot me with a stare and upon looking at him.. Yep, he was staring at me, or maybe glaring. It's hard to tell with him. "Well… she keeps like.. You know… turning him down." I scratched the back of my head at the thought.

"Did you ever consider the fact that she may not be interested?" A brow raised with his question.

I shook my head, "She likes him. You should have seen how she acted with Tifa running around after him. Poor Aerith kept herself busy with work to keep her mind of the idea of the two."

Leon looked back to the two in the kitchen and for a moment, I think he consider what I said as truth. Then he turned back to me and raised a brow again, "I think you're being stupid. If she had a problem, she would have said so. As it stands, she hasn't shown any sign of having any interest."

"How do you know?" I argued back.

"How do you?"

"I don't."

"That's because she doesn't"

"How do you know?"

"How do you?"

"I don't"

"Exactly."

"What?"

"…."

"I missed something."

Pause.

"Ugh! Squall, you're stupid!" Okay, not one of my brightest comebacks of all times, but when he does that to me it just irritates me. He has to use the tone as if he's belittling a child, and I'm not a child damnit! I'm a young woman, I may not have the best looks when you compare me to Aerith or Tifa but I have my own perks.

"And I'm leaving." With that Leon stood up from the couch and made his way towards the door. He didn't give so much as a wave or a goodbye to me or the other two before he left the apartment.

That left me on the couch, alone, and Aerith has the key to our apartment, which means I had to wait for her to finish speaking with Cloud which could take who knows how long. GAWD! Leon's such a… such a… Damn him and his…mmm…. Squally!

I felt like smacking myself across the face. I hate hormones, why the hell did I have to be crushing on Leon since I turned sixteen? What the hell is the matter with me? I let out a huff and turned my gaze towards the kitchen, just in time to see Cloud fall off the chair and Aerith to rush out of the kitchen and out the door. I blinked. Was she blushing, or was she angry?

"Um…" I became suddenly aware of two things. One, I was alone in Cloud's apartment, which would be alright if it weren't for the fact that we never really spoke to one another. I never really felt like I knew him aside from what Aerith and Leon had to say. When he was back at Radiant Garden when the Heartless tried to invade once again, I never had time to catch up with him, or get to know him before he left. The last six months we've been all busy establishing ourselves at our own places or trying to find jobs.

The second thing I took notice of is the fact that Cloud's on the floor, or fell on the floor. That suddenly registered in my mind and I laughed. Flat out laughed at his expense, ignoring the glare I received from him due to the fact I was laughing at him.

"It's not funny." I have to hand it to Cloud, ever since he returned he learned that speech had other tones rather than flat monotone. When I had heard him speaking to others in the past, it was really difficult to figure out what he was feeling. Now, well, now it was a little easier. Most of the time it was a small hint of annoyance, anger, humor, or anything else, but it was easy to pick up on for me. I've dealt with the king of Dot-dot-dot for more than ten years now, I think Cloud's little bit of emotion is far much easier to understand.

"Yes it is, you look pathetic." I gave a wide toothy grin and stretched my arms over my head, my chest puffing out in the process. A habit I had picked up from Tifa when she visited last. Apparently if you want to catch attention of a guy, stretching works. It never did for me until I turned seventeen and looked into the mirror to find out that I actually had boobs. That was an embarrassing morning since I decided to make the announcement nice and loud from the bathroom with Leon outside waiting his turn. I caught the habit from Tifa and seemed to just do it naturally now, whether I wanted attention or not.

"…Not as bad as you with Leon."

"I don't know what you're talking about Spikes."

"…"

I stuck my tongue out at him. Yep, I'm an adult. At least I act like one when Leon is around, when he leaves I revert back to childish antics. Go me and my split-situational personality. "It's none of your business either. Besides, maybe if you weren't drunk, Aerith would take you more seriously."

"Do I look drunk to you?"

I tilted my head to the side upon hearing the question and gave him a long look. Eyes glazed over, and he was currently picking himself up off the kitchen floor from his little fall. "Yep! Unless you're admitting that you're that much of a klutz that you would fall off a chair." I heard him grumble something, which made me smile. Victory! Score one for Yuffie!

He made his way over to the couch and took a seat down next to me, he's holding a clear bottle of sorts that I can't see the label of. "What are you drinking?" I questioned him. I'd rather not stick around if he was just going to continue drinking more. Scratch that, I don't want to stick around to begin with. I stood up, "Well it was nice visiting ya Spikey. But Aerith will wonder where I am."

"It's water." Pause, "What's wrong with me?" I gave adot-dot-dot that could rival Leon's. Maybe I've been hanging around with him too long. "Do I have to come outright and say it to Aerith?"

Oh crap. I thought to myself as I took a seat at the couch. I'm stuck with one of these talks where I get ADD half way through and get asked advice and I just end up nodding my head like a retard. People have stopped asking for my advice on a lot of things because of my ah-hem lack of attention span. Lucky for me; however, it seemed Cloud isn't going to go any further in it, and expected me to answer the question.

"I dunno." I shrugged my shoulders a bit, "Maybe she'd take you more seriously if you weren't drunk." I took a risk and patted him on the shoulder lightly. A gesture that I was weary of when he showed up the Radiant Garden the first time decked out in a red cape looking like a vampire.

For a moment I stared at him, his head bowed down slightly, his blond hair fell across his blue eyes as he stared blankly at his wooden floor. His shoulders sagged as he held his drink in his left hand, away from me. I frowned at the sight as I realized that he may like Aerith a lot more than I realized. I felt sorry for him for a moment. Not that I would try and cheer him up, I tend to annoy people when I try to, and I wouldn't know what to do.

It's kind of pathetic now that I think about it. He currently reminds me of myself with Leon. The only difference between Cloud and Aerith and Leon and I is that Aerith actually seems to enjoy Cloud's company whereas sometimes Leon acts like I'm the plague. There's a mood dropper, and he walked out on me tonight too, well not really, but it's close enough. "I'm not the right person to ask." I found myself saying when he didn't reply. My eyes fell down to rest on his side, taking in the blue color of the long sleeved shirt he's wearing. It a pretty blue, I like it. In case you don't realize it, the ADD is beginning to kick in.

I heard something rest on coffee table in front of the couch and glanced over to it to see that it was Cloud's drink. Or was a moment ago, apparently he finished it, and it wasn't water like he claimed. "You lied." I pointed at the bottle and scowled in annoyance.

"Yep." He looked over at me and I suddenly felt cold. It wasn't his normal look, where he looked at me as if he's looking right through me. No, he's actually looking at me unlike Leon who'd just simply glare or belittle me with his looks.

I brought my hand up to the back of my head and ran it through my hair for a moment, "Well I should.. Get going.." He reached over and grabbed my other hand and brought it towards him, his eyes falling towards it to simply stare at it. I felt compelled to rip it out of his grasp and run out the door, but another part of me felt compelled to figure out what he's thinking or doing. It's not everyday that Cloud and I are alone, hell actually, I can't think of a day we ever were.

So I sat there with one hand frozen in my hair and another in Cloud's grasp. I don't know when, but at some point or another he started to trace his cold fingers across the top of my hand. The sensation is different, new. I can't recall anyone ever doing that before, especially not Leon. The most time he's ever touched me was to attack or carry me after I got my ass kicked, or those few times I managed to make him think I was passed out just so he'd carry me. Ah.. Those were the best.

He flipped my hand over and started tracing my palm, and I suddenly became aware of the fact that he had slipped the glove off I had on. My eyes flipped from my hand and his, to his face which continues to stare down at my hand as if he's trying to solve some sort of puzzle. It's kind of cute, I decide.

"I.. should probably head back…" I finally find my voice again, although it was a bit more quiet then normal. Most likely because I'm slightly creped out over the fact that Cloud's actually touching me. We go from hardly any conversations between us, to him touching me. I'm sorry, isn't there suppose to be something in between the two? Gawd! Stupid Cloud.

He entwined his fingers with mine and I looked down at our hands. I brought my bottom lip between my teeth and bit lightly on it as I kept my fingers straight as his curled around my knuckles. His hands are a little bit bigger than mine, Leon's are huge compared to my hands. Cloud's are a bit on the lean side, almost feminine. Looking back up, Cloud's face is right at mine, which makes me draw back a little. He drew forward more, I drew back. He drew forward, I drew back. He drew forward more, my back hit the arm of the couch.

And he's hovering over me. "Um.. I.. go.. Aerith is waiting." What the hell I'm trying to say I don't know. My mind at the moment is acting like a mosquito's when found in the presence to a bug zapper. Okay.. Bad analogy. Let just say I'm scared shitless. Yeah, that about sums it up.

What went worse? He lowered his head even more and pressed his lips against mine. I brought my free hand up and pushed him away by the chest immediately, "What the hell is-" He came back down on my lips, his one hand holding down our clasped ones, and his other holding down my other hand by the wrist.

Oh Gawd! Oh my god. Okay. What the fuck is the matter with him? Damnit, Squall was suppose to kiss me first, not Cloud drunk off his ass. I mean.. well it could be worse. He could be slobbering all over my face I guess. I mean, hell, I've never been kissed before, and my stomach just decided to twist almost like I was getting airsick or something. I know about zilch when it comes to kissing. Inexperienced, sadly when you're training and fighting Heartless you have no time to get acquainted with the male population.

The kiss lasted about a good four seconds before I found out the fact that turning my head to the side would break it just as simply as my pushing him off of me. My face feels like it's on fire, but I'm not blushing. No sir-re, ninja do NOT blush under any circumstances. It's because I'm so pissed off at the moment, yeah, that's it.

Out of the corner of my eye I see him lift his head up some. I chanced a look and find myself staring right back into his eyes. My throat felt suddenly dry and I'm stuck in that gaze, frozen, like he's a vampire and has that weird vampiric lust gaze that purposely pushes hormones into overdrive. Damn hormones.

"I… should go." I think I might be screwed up in the head or something. You would think I'd start bitching at him or something. Nope, I simply say the same thing like a broken record. And his reply was rather simple, he lowered his head once more and pushed his lips against mine again. My hands balled into fists and I let out a sharp breath through my nose to try to calm down.

Okay, I'm an adult. I can handle this. It's just kissing. Hell, practice for Leon, right? I'm an adult, and Cloud must know that because if he viewed me as a brat or something, he wouldn't possibly be doing this. Then again, he's not exactly stable in the mind right now, hell, he's drunk. I'd question what's going on in that spikey headed brain of his, but I doubt much at the moment. He's suppose to be flawing over Aerith, not kissing me. Or maybe he's just trying to picture me as Aerith, and believe he's kissing her?

Ugh! I don't know what the hell to think on this situation. All I know is that right now I'm being kissed, and you know what? Leon sure as hell never tried it, and I'm an adult, and it's not like I don't like it or something, it's just I'd prefer it from someone else.

I blinked once…

Twice….

Thrice…

There's a strange conclusion.

Cloud pulled away again and looked down at me, although this time, he looked a lot more sober… and guilty. I just remained on my back (that sounds kinky) and stared at him. It suddenly dawned down on me, that this is the most that's ever happened to me in my short adult life. It my hormones told me I don't mind. Poor Cloud, it's not his fault exactly either, he's simply going through rejection number whatever. So in all reality, anyone to blame would be Aerith.

"……Can I have my hands?" I give myself props for sounding so innocent about the request. Cloud hesitated for a moment but he relented and gave my hands up from his grasp and straightened up so that he was just straddling my hips with his arms at his sides.

I rubbed my wrist, willing circulation back to it as I kept my eyes trained up at Cloud. I'm honestly surprised he hasn't moved yet, most likely afraid to do anything now that he realizes what he's done. Not that it's all that bad, just kissed me. I chewed on my bottom lip a bit as I stared up at him and pulled off my other glove so both my hands were ungloved. His head turned to the side to watch the glove's progress to the floor.

It's at that point, I don't know why, that I decide to reach up and grab the collar of his shirt and pull his face back down. I had been half tempted to give something short of a roar while in the midst of the process but thought better of it. He seemed a little more surprised about it my gesture to begin with, I didn't need to go and throw sound effects in, he'd probably have a heart attack.

It was only a couple moments after I crushed my lips against his that he realized that I'm kissing him, and returned the gesture. A part of me told me what I did, or he did… whoever's fault it is, is wrong, but damnit! I'm an adult and showed be viewed as one, and if someone has to be drunk to realize that, then so be it. I'm sick and tired of being called a brat, or annoying, or ugly or anything else. Cid can take it up the butt especially.

By the feel of something wet and warm starting to stroke my lips I opened my mouth ever so slightly and received tongue. Ha ha… I don't know what the hell I'm suppose to do. I reached my own tongue out in a half assed manner, feeling mostly embarrassed about it for being so inexperienced in something so simple as kissing.

It didn't take long for me to learn though….

Nor did it take long for me to feel really hot laying on that couch.

So I rolled us over… right off the couch and right onto the hard floor, knocking down th elamp and breaking it in the process. "Oops!" I commented as I lifted my head up and rested my hands on Cloud chest. Oh, hard. I looked at the broken lamp and grinned, it was victory of sorts I think. "Sorry about that Cloudy."

"Yuffie…"

"I'll buy you a new one."

"Yuffie…"

"I say that even though I won't."

"Yuffie."

"But it's the thought that counts."

"Yuffie."

"Hmm?"

"Shut up."

"Okay." And right back down I went, slipping my hands underneath his shirt to get a better feel of that chest. Mmm.. Cloudy.

People always say that they get caught up into the passion of things, and don't realize what they are doing until they are finished, which usually ends up being the morning after. So caught up in the moment they don't take in account of the fact that they don't know each other so well, or that somewhere along the lines their clothes disappeared. Somewhere in the blindness of passion, they get the idea that it's okay to just go through with everything without the thought of consequences. They say the lust is a Sin, and that it's powerful.

Damn them for being right.

And damn the hormones. Damn them to hell.

The end. For now! 3

CLOUFFOLUTION!!! Some good R&R is always nice.