Title: Chocobos Run Faster
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy, it's locations, characters or creatures. I make no profit in writting nor posting this.
Warning: This is a very fluffy attempt an Yaoi... please click the X located in the top right hand corner of your borswer now if you wish not to view such content.
Author's Notes: This piece is posted upto chapter 9 on my DA account.
After a full day of training Cloud was one sore second class solider
After a full day of training Cloud was one sore second class solider. Zack was his best friend and mentor, but some times Cloud could swear the dark haired man was trying to kill him. His belief of this only increased as he heard several toilets flush and felt the sudden rush of hot water, or more so the lack of cold to mellow out the temp. "ZaaaaaKKKKKKKK!"
"So that's what a Chocobo with out feathers looks like."
The other man said stepping into the shower.
Cloud simply glared and went back to washing his hair, letting the water continue to beat the soreness out of his muscles.
"You really are trying to kill me aren't you?"
he said hardly loud enough for the other man to hear.
"Nope. You're getting better. Just gotta keep pushing forward. Never give up your dreams Cloud."
Cloud had heard this so many times he simply rolled his eyes.
His dreams… he wasn't even sure what his dreams were.
"So Chocobo-head what's for dinner?"
"It's your night to cook!"
Cloud wasn't falling for this again, he'd suggest something then Zack would respond "You cook that so well." Next Cloud would find himself stuck in the kitchen all night.
"Fine, Fine."
Zack conceded, at the same time his bar of soap slipped out of his hands.
"Hey umm..buddy you wouldn't mind getting that for me would ya? I've got shampoo in my hair and if I lean forward it will get in my pretty little eyes."
"You're on your own – Pup"
Cloud smirked stepping out of the shower with a grin on his face.
"I am not a PUPPY! Chocobo-head!" it was on now.
Cloud hurried and got dressed throwing the gym towel down the shut, the whole while enduring Zack's rendition of "Paralyzed".
"awww if your boooody matches what your eyes can dooooo
you'd probably move right through me"
An evilly wonderful idea struck him just then. Quickly he went back to the bench where his roommate's stuff was laying, threw the sweaty uniform down the shut (it was labeled, he'd get it back) keeping the pair of briefs.
"Hey Zack, you know the difference between a puppy and a Chocobo?"
"Lots why?"
"A Chocobo can run faster!"
With that Cloud took off out of the locker room leaving Zack with his boots and a dry towel. His next stop: the General's office door. The general was out of town so he wouldn't have to worry about any awkward explaining. The General's office sat where every cadet and third class soldier would pass it going to the mess hall. Clouds blue eyes glittered as he grabbed a marker off of a 'sign-up' table in the main lobby. Quickly he scribbled
"To Seph
Love your fav. 1st Class Soldier"
Cloud was careful to mask his hand writing, and strategically placed a heart on the pair of briefs. He then opted to go out for dinner.
"Chocobos run faster"
Zack chuckled at those words, not really thinking to deeply into them. Sometimes Cloud could respond with the oddest things. His shower had started out on the hot side of warm and was slowly getting colder, which was fine, he needed it after watching the blond scrub down his uncontrollable spikes. Needless to say the view had made other parts of Zack's body spike in response.
"'dropping' the soap how lame could I get"
He muttered to himself banging his head on the shower wall softly.
Sure Cloud had come around a lot since they'd met, even more since they'd roomed together. Still the only thing that was anywhere beyond friendship was the images in Zack's head.
Cloud never seemed to pick up on the subdue looks and flirtation on Zack's part, always chalking it up to his 'puppy-like' personality. Maybe it was a good thing Cloud found things like 'dropped soap' and Zack looking his reddened 'plucked chocobo' skin over as jest.
"Cold showers never work"
The violet eyed man cursed as he stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel
"Awe, shit!Spikie headed punk! Chocobos run faster my… they also steal clothes!"
Slamming his fist into a locker dramatically
"Least he left me my boots; still I can't go out there sporting this."
Resigned to his fate of self satisfaction Zack retreated to a corner of the locker room where he could hear anybody who entered long before they would see or hear him.
