Disclaimer- I do not own FFVII. I only own my shitty characters and the shitty whatever you call it in this shitty fanfiction.
He hated him, he decided.
He hated him with a passion.
His dark brown eyes followed the blond as he walked in.
He hated him.
He hated his stupid fucking spiky chocobo hair, his sad puppy eyes, his pretty boy face, his stupid fucking name-
Everything.
However, there is one thing that he hates the most.
How alike he was to him.
The blond was so very much like him.
Not in looks, but in personality.
That pathetic wallowing in hopelessness.
The feeling of uselessness- of being too weak to protect or keep their loved ones.
The constant begging for forgiveness.
The belief that it's all their fault.
He gets up, feeling sick just thinking about it.
'Fucking Cloud.' He thinks, his thoughts filled with detest.
'Fuck you and your fucking pathetic fucking bullshit. You are such a fucking pusillanimous bitch.'
He tried, he really did.
He tried to think of, to focus only on his hatred for the blond, but-
His phone buzzed in his pocket, and his heart started to hurt.
He found it hard to breath, and his thoughts became a frenzy.
With trembling hands, he removed the phone from his pocket, and checked.
Zeke Hey we need to talk
He placed a hand onto his chest, foolishly hoping that it would stop the pain, or at least sooth it.
It did nothing.
He took a deep breath, and headed to his room, ignoring the worried look that the blond shot him.
He really fucking hated him.