A/N: Why hell again my lovelies, how are we all doing today? I have updated alot later than usual this week due to the fact Ewan has do revision for his Social Study course exam and he needed some help even though he already got an A – Near A* on in the mock so it's like "Woooh slow down gorgeous, make some time for me please?" *Puppy Face* But I can't blame Blondie this time, he just wants to do well. Anyways I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter, so now it's on to the 2nd chapter of the story! YAY!
P.S: Is it okay to want to write a Minecraft Fan Fiction? I was just wondering if I was the only one who thought it was an okay idea, I just want to turn it into a survival horror xD
Now in this chapter a tad more about Clouds life is revealed, we meet a new friend and he gets a sudden shock down by the bar.
~ Desire ~
~ Chapter Two ~
~ It's Not A Problem, Just A Healthy Obsession ~
The room reeked of scented candles and its musk filled my nostrils and my mouth causing a cough of distaste, I always hated lavender, more of a rose person I believe. I rose up from the pink duvet bedding and looked around: Creamy-brown wood panel floorings, light green wallpaper pasted onto the metal walls, children's toys surrounding the place head to toe. Yep, I was in Marlene and Denzel's room.
But the question was, why? All I could remember was falling, running... then it all came back to me... passing out nearby the 7th Heaven bar. Oh god Tifa must have been in a state when she found me, covered in dry flakes of blood and unconscious practically on the front door step of our home. Well, it's not our home but more like hers and I'm her roommate who doesn't pay the rent (even though I insisted she still declined the offer, saying it would be weird accepting it from a childhood friend).
Her two children, the one girl and the boy, are both a very different story. Denzel, the irritable auburn haired child was born out of wedlock. She told him her daddy died in the line of duty, or some bullshit story like that I can't remember exactly. But you can't blame her, I mean could you bring up the courage to tell your son that sometimes when a man's drunk, see's a bar maid with a huge rack and wearing tight leather clothing, that's how (some) babies are born? I couldn't anyway, well I could actually, I don't really care for them that much.
The other one was called Marlene and truthfully she wasn't all that bad, she was well mannered and didn't have a half bad sense of humour either. Her real dad, Dyne, died fighting of an old ShinRa battle so Barret whom was an old work friend of mine who also gave me ownership to the garage and the business to go work on an oil rig, didn't have time to look after his adopted daughter. So, the poor girl had a change of parents again. Barret knew Tifa was the only one who he could really trust as she was nice and kind, but also being the manager of a bar that sells a lot of liquor she doesn't take any shit either.
I always smiled when I saw the hand drawn portraits by Marlene on the lime green walls; she just saw everything from the happiest perspective. It's the blissful ignorance of a child I guess. Heh, the point was proven when she insisted she could sell them for fifty Gil a piece only to end up conning the Gil out of drunken idiots during happy hour down in the bar. Fair play to the girl though, she gave us a better income.
One portrait, however, I did not fancy buying in the least, even if I was smashed out my head with that shit from Cosmo Canyon and she wanted to feel better about her creative abilities by selling one. In the crayon coloured picture Tifa was holding hands with Denzel, who was holding hands with Marlene and at the end of the line, she was holding my hand. Above everyone's heads and next to my crudely drawn hair was written 'One Big Happy Family'.
Never with her, had I thought as I shuddered at the horrific image of her walking up the aisle and me placing a golden ring on her finger. I know Marlene only and always wanted a proper family, but it's as Tifa says; it's all water under the bridge, dilly dally shilly shally or however you interpret the popular saying. I knew she had feelings for me but at the same time she knew about my sexual preferences all the same. So instead of cuddling up to the warm fire with me, she settled with talking about guys and our love life's with each other.
It's our little secret really, sure I look straight(ish) a few femininity's like the smoothness of my skin, shade of my hair and the hair at that and others here and there but no one else but Tifa suspected a thing. The only reason she knew was that when she asked me out on a date to go see Loveless Act IV and I declined, it was obvious because as she says; 'only a gay guy would decline a date with a girl who has a bust like mine.'
I lifted myself up, realising and remembering the hard way that I had a serious sharp pain in my back, damn that steel grating and damn it for being so tough and resistant.
It took a while but eventually I had managed so that I was only sitting up on the bed, my feet touching the floor besides the small bedding and my back barely straight. My gaze wondered to the mirror in front of me and immediately I spotted a patch of soft wool strapped to the left side of my head, the spikes sticking down with it as the last defeat. A thick layer of bandage, parts tainted with stains of a dark red liquid, was tugged tightly round my waist, leading just bellow my ribs and causing an immense amount of discomfort.
I heard a pair of footsteps tip tapping their way up the metallic staircase and I immediately braced myself for what was about to come. The door swung open and she appeared.
"CLOUD STRIFE" She bellowed, her voice sounded thick with masculinity. "What the HELL do you think you're doing scaring me like that! Do you know how much mental pain you have put me through! And physical, I had to carry your fat arse up these bloody stairs and ended up putting massive strain on my back. I told you to lay off those fucking Moogle shaped cakes from the bakery! I tried to get you up to your room but when you 'fell down' the stairs for the third time I thought 'why not put the sorry bastard in here instead?' So please tell me, what in dear Gaia did you do out there last night!"
I had to chuckle at myself, Tifa never changes still as worried and angry as ever. As she gave me the dirtiest, probably most threatening look she has ever given a human being ever, I lowered my head in preparation to speak. I knew she wouldn't like my answer, she wouldn't want to hear it but at the same time I cannot lie to her, she knows when I'm lying.
My mouth felt dry and a lump formed in my throat as I prepared to speak to the ever threatening form in front of me.
"Well you first of all, I have not had that many. Secondly I bumped into a woman who was on a date with Zack and..."
"Oh it always happens to have something to do with him Cloud! You need to lay off of him, at least for a while if you can manage, which I'm doubting you can. I know you're having a massive problem with stalking and thinking about him but..." It was my time to but in now.
"I HAVE NOT GOT A PROBEM!" I growled loudly at her, when I saw she had stepped back a few paces because of my response I sighed heavily. "I didn't mean for it to come out like that, and I have not got a problem, it's just a healthy obsession. Anyway I followed them to make sure he was alright."
"Bullshit" she laughed, she knew I was lying. "Don't fuck with me Cloud, I know you don't want to make me beat it out of you, do you?"
I huffed at that part, a chuckle escaped my lips. I was still looking down at the floor, near the spot where she firmly stood her ground. I assumed she joked at the last part of that sentence but as I looked up the gleam in her eye suggested otherwise. I knew she known about my many dirty little habits involving a certain 1st Class for a month now, it looked like it was actually getting to her because she was obviously worried, god knows why though.
"Fine" I muttered shamefully, she was edging me on to confess everything and just talk for a while now, it looks like today she's going to get exactly what she wanted.
"I tell you what Cloud, I've been your friend ever since our childhood in Nibelheim, if you don't want to tell me anything, fine. Oh and you might need to shower, and get changed out of that dungy white t-shirt and those boxers." She walked off out the room and went down stairs, presumably to cook breakfast for her two hungry mouths. I stood up in lead, and walked out into the corridor and into my room of residence (which was barely used might I add).
The cream coloured, dented walls surrounded the small concave like room. Lazy manmade structures were never known for their acknowledgement of dimensions, hence why the room curved inward. The walls were plastered with pictures of bikes with certain unnecessary modifications on them, but in my opinion, bikes weren't bikes without some crazy extension put into place on them. Some pictures were pinned down to the plaster wall, some of places, friends, and of well, Zack.
He insisted this one time when I had found him drunk, that we take a picture together, he said he wanted one from all the cute girls. Sure I was pretty pissed that he thought I wasn't a lad but a slim woman, I did want a picture with him. So I had a picture perfect moment of him giving me a big sloppy drunken kiss on the cheek and me blushing like a love struck teenager.
The mattress with filthy, but clean enough so that I wouldn't get all kinds of bugs crawling on me as it was only covered in oil, coffee stains ect. so its alot better than the grimy alley behind the bar where little Denzel was conceived.
Picking up the washcloth that was sprawled on the bed I heaved my body next door into the small on sweet bathroom with a grimace, I hoped my shower didn't just run on cold water like last time.
Salvation, hot water.
After testing it to make sure it was indeed warm and wouldn't turn back into a burning cold freeze I slowly took of my t-shirt, throwing it across the tiled claustrophobic room. I slid my boxers down my small waist and slip my slim frame into the shower, letting the water engulf me in a warm embrace. My muscles cried underneath the water due to the injuries I sustained by the fall, and probably the ones I got whilst Tifa was probably trying to hit me to wake me up or banging my head on the steps as she dragged me up the staircase.
I was in the shower for about ten minutes, drifting in and out of all my thoughts, as you do in the shower until it occurred to me that I needed to use the body wash. I rummaged around in the mist of the steam from the temperature of the water only to realise I didn't have any, or any in the room for that matter, which meant walking downstairs to ask Tifa for some. Fuck it, I thought, I'll just use some deodorant when I get out.
After washing thoroughly I walked into my room in some scruffy black jeans and without a top letting my dirtied bandages be exposed to the ever growing posters of SOLDIER members, Mr. Fair being the top most of all of them. As I stared blankly into the mirror, I realised how much I loathed my appearance. Blonde hair (which actually I'm quite proud of, but nothing else), the many scars across my chest, arms and face each having a different story, whether It be from my younger teenage days as a ShinRa grunt, getting into a fight or just feeling in a shit mood, they all meant something. My ribcage slightly poked through my ghostly pale skin tone and signified I had been under eating, which was true, Lately I've been feeling lethargic and slightly Ill.
A trailed a thin index finger across the gash on my abdomen, only slightly covered in a bandage, it burned like Ifrits fucking ball sack that had caught thrush. The rest if the bandages covered my right arm and my right shoulder. But being a tight arse like Tifa, she didn't have the ones that didn't peel off in the shower so they now hung lose like the trousers on my waist.
"Cloud" Tifa called out, "There's someone at the door for you, I wouldn't keep him waiting." She heeded me in a stern tone. I sighed a heavy sigh and pulled a black top over my head and began to descend the stairs.
Let me put it this way, I was shocked to see who was at my door.
Oh my god, fuck you BT Broadband, Don't upgrade my area to Infinity and fuck up my already shitty broadband, My internets been down for weeks. That meant no porn D': It's not lime i needed it, but you know. Read, review and like it
~ Don't Forget, Blame Blondie ~