He was small compared to the trees staring down at him but then again all humans were. His body flushed with purple right down to his shoes where everything else was black or white, all expect his eyes, which even the moon saw, contained a lively flash.
Black hair stuck to his face, that held no expression whatsoever, just confusion was sensed around his aura and the street lamp confirmed this by flickering twice before burning out like the light in the strangers eyes; when he stepped beneath the trees.
He slumped down to the ground then rested his head on the trunk, breath heavy and forehead forming small droplets. He pushed his face into his cupped hands and groaned, leather rubbing against his pale skin as he finally wiped away the sweat.
⌠I can't believe- He stared hard at the building in front of him, painted white like the others with the exception of a pole sticking into the ground with an expensive motorbike chained against it. The strangers heart thudded harder as the door opened and a slim figure stepped out from the light.
The man grinned down at the child clinging to his knee, golden spikes slapping against his face while the child seemed to be pleading the handsome man for something. The stranger smiled almost sadly at the man, wondering if interfering with this mans life was a good idea, but┘ to be honest he had no one else to turn too and not enough energy to last the night.
The man shook his head playfully at the child, turning his back on the stranger to pick up something, the child pouted but smiled all the same, obviously sharing a joke with the blonde and knowing the outcome would remain the same. The man stood back up then turned to the bike, a helmet tucked beneath his arm with the other occupied with the job of ruffling the child's maple spikes.
The stranger smiled as the child screamed his head off then rushed back indoors with a quick wave, he then pressed his body closer as the blonde put the helmet on and swung one foot over the bike, glancing once more at the moon before he was off.
⌠-I'm home.'
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Tifa grinned as a young boy no older than five walked into the kitchen, his eyes shining with loose angry and his usually spiked hair stuck out at weird angles, she couldn't help but giggle at the site of her son looking so angry as though this was an unusual thing.
⌠Mom! Stop laughing!■ the young boy cried in rage quickly slapping his hands onto his head and growling when that did nothing. ⌠Stupid Cloud.■ He mumbled when his mother cracked into loud laughter when his hair shot back up.
When Tifa had finally stopped laughing she turned back and continued cutting the leak, brushing the pieces into a silver pot before switching to the next vegetable.
⌠You know Cloud won't let anyone help with his delivery jobs┘ it's just how he is,■ Tifa spoke softly placing the knife down and washing her hands under the running tap,
⌠Dad does, he lets me in his helicopter when he's on missions,■ the young boy boasted as though his dad was a super star, Tifa turned and shook her hands over the boy, covering her, now screaming, son in water;
⌠Remind me too teach him a lesson.■ Tifa winked at the boy who was currently gulping.
It was then under the blessing moon, the doorbell rang, just once.
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Well I hope you enjoyed this chapter┘ I know short but I had like two hours to do this┘ Please R&R