Quiet: Mature themes ahead. If I say what, then it'll be ruined.

Kefka/Cloud
Shower curtain. :3


"Kefka, have you seen Cloud?"

The man looked up, head tilting as he thought. "No, not lately. I think he was the one to close the shop last night, Sephiroth."

"Hnn," the silver-haired man looked miffed and removed his work hat before hanging it on the little hook. "He might be playing with his little rose boyfriend, but if you see him, tell him that Sephiroth was looking for him; it's unbecoming for one of our employees to disappear without notice for some pleasure trip."

"Alrighty," the other man said, disinterestedly picking at his ear with his pinky. Sephiroth shook his head in disgust and left.

The door of the shop jingled closed, and his eyes rolled up to check and see if the door was closed and locked before he hop-skipped over to slide the curtains down. He giggled to himself, feeling more than a little smug that he had gotten past his manager's keen ears and managed to outright lie to his face.

His laugh was wicked with the faintest edge of true mirth in it—any who heard it would've recognized the madness in the sound. He waltzed over to the enormous deep freezer, loudly humming the victory fanfare tune from some silly little game; it fit perfectly with his triumph after all!

"I do so love a good day," the insane man cackled, opening the fridge door. He grinned at the lumpy shape beneath the cheerful clownfish themed curtain he'd brought from home before reaching in and tugging at it. The body of Cloud Strife, one of their top delivery boys, lolled bonelessly to the floor and Kefka tilted his head, feeling oddly as if something were missing. He reached out and stretched those wide boyish cheeks into the frozen parody of a smile before nodding at his handiwork.

After a moment, he curiously poked the bright yellow spikes that were covered in ice crystals from peeking through the top of the curtain. "Ooooh! That must be some hair gel, because there's not a spike out of place, kid! Amazing! Stupendous! You simply must tell me what you use!"

He leaned closer to wide, death-glazed blue eyes, his own widening. "Oh, sorry, you'll have to forgive me; I forgot about your little 'problem,'" he gushed. His hands clapped together and he carefully leaned Cloud against the counter before standing and heading towards the back.

A few minutes later, he returned, arms laden with gasoline cans. "I've always hated this job, you know," he confided.

"Sephiroth with his uppity girly hair, Mateus with his bitchy, bossy attitude, and Jecht with his dysfunctional family issues." He patted a cold shoulder and grinned as he stood and made his way around the store, pouring cans of gasoline all over the place. "I've had to play nice all this time, but in truth, I hatehatehateHateHATE them all!"

Kefka tsked and put his hands on his hips before surveying his handiwork. He'd made a nice trail from the front door to the back, ensuring that the entrances would burn fast and collapse before firetrucks could arrive. The true purpose was of course to burn the body of the pretty little blond that had caught Sephiroth's eye, and the pools of liquid soaking his cold body would ensure that soon enough.

"But don't worry…" The madman leaned down and planted a hard, smacking kiss on the blond's cheek. "You'll be well done!"


Quiet:.....Kefka is the best villian EVER. /thread