Good Enough
A Final Fantasy VII fan fiction
By: Something Dysfunctional
Chapter One: Indefinate
Pairings: can't tell ya!
Disclaimer: Second chapter and rolling on. :) Listening to "One Day I'll Fly Away" from Moulin Rouge can really set the mood. And then turning around to listen to "Vanilla- Unplugged" by Gackt is just as HOT. As you know, SquareEnix and Tetsuya Nomura owns Cloud and Co. and I am simply using them for OUR own entertainment and we love to see them all fucked up. -grins- Since I can't think of a more lengthy disclaimer, go ahead and enjoy! Happy reading and arigatou!
-NOTE: These little things:
///// ----- mean dream sequence and the ------- means a separation of scenes. Thought I'd let ya'll know. -
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I walked down the steps the following morning, restless and tired. I didn't sleep very well. Stifling a large yawn, I stretched, coming into the bar. Denzel and Marlene sat up on the stools, eating their cereal, feet swinging. I smiled faintly at their childish innocence and joined them, silently regarding them as a chorus of, "Good morning, Cloud!," rang from their happy mouths. I reached for the coffee and inhaled its smell, trying to wake up. Tifa came around the corner, wiping her hands on her shorts. "Oh, morning, Cloud! About time you got up... the phone has been ringing off the hook non-stop for you!," she exclaimed, flipping back the swinging door into the bar to clean up the kid's mess. At twenty-two, she was fiesty more than ever and a grown woman. Her long, dark brown hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, her ruby-hazel eyes narrowed and lips in a pout, wiping away the cereal pieces the kids had left. What happened to the happy fighter I knew who was sweet and nice? I frowned deeply and drained my drink fluidly, the stinging liquid burning my parched throat. "Hm," I grunted and stood up, stalking towards the delivery room. I loved Tifa, I did, but lately, she was being rather bitchy.
If it had to be not confessing my true feelings for her, that's probably it.
I haven't said anything yet.
I love her as a sister, nothing more and she was pissed that I hadn't said anything to her yet now that everything was truly at peace. Well... let her be. I gave my heart away once, and it was killed mercilessly. So, I decided to to bear my love for anyone again. That's just how I am. And after fighting Sephiroth once more, or rather the memory of him, I realized that I needed to live. Live more richly and fully, but I chose to do it without love. I sat down in my chair in the room, pulling my self forward to look at all the names of the people who called on the desktop. Hmm... go all the way out to Kalm, even Junon and Rocket City. I sighed deeply and rubbed my eyes. I didn't want to be stuck here being a delievery boy. I wanted something more.
Mercenary was out of the question. Reminded me too much of the past. Anything that was too reminiscent of my old life was not what I wanted to do. Maybe a writer would be good... yeah. Then, I could get out of here and move out to the country where it's peaceful and no one can bother me. I laid my head down on the desk in my arms, and let my eyelids flutter shut, the creeping of slumber hitting me like a ton of bricks. Just as I drifted off, I could smell something. It was clean-smelling, but with a hint of a spice, like cinnamon...
I started dreaming again.
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Those hands returned.
Slowly tracing over my own, as if memorizing them. The soft fingertips caressed over my wrists, drawing lazy patterns on the delicate side. I think I made a noise, making the movements still some. I then felt that familiar body press against my back, hot breath tickling the back of my neck. "Keep sleeping, Cloud. I'm just admiring your handiwork." A gentle giggle rang in my ears and the owner of the light, husky voice placed his mouth at the top of my spine, the wetness of a tip of a tonuge tasting my skin. I stifled a moan and instead, arched into the unusual sensation that made my heart quicken and my breathing irregular. The laughter returned and the hands ran up my arm. "Oh... are you that pent up, Cloud?
Soon.
Be patient for me, Cloud.
Wait."
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I jerked back awake, scattering papers on the floor, eyes wide and chest heaving, as though I ran a marathon. I swallowed hard, trying to calm down. I leaned back in my chair, trying to place everything together that just happened. What the hell is wrong with me?
Wha- something is poking at me... huh?!
Suddenly, I looked down and groaned, embarassed. Jesus... I'm fucking twenty-three years old and dealing with a hard on from a person who exsisted behind my eyes when I closed them. I tried to will it away with unpleasant thoughts, but it was not working. Catching a glance at the door, I remembered I closed and locked it behind me earlier, not wanting any disturbance. I "hate" to do this, but I honestly didn't have another choice. Unzipping my fly and lifting my shirt up some, I pulled out my aching need and hissed as I flicked my thumb across the swollen head, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. It was burning to the touch, my allowed myself to drown in my pleasure. It felt so good... massaging it in the right direction to where I'm clutching at the arm seats for life, stroking my cock in firm pulls, ever so lightly brushing against my swollen sac. Rolling my head back, I panted, closing my eyes ever so slowly, relishing in the tenderness I gave myself. My little dream nymph knew how to make me unravel, the minx. Remembering his kiss on my neck and the questioning tonuge, I pulled at my cock some more, my hips bucking as a groan filtered in the room.
I had to remember that there are kids here in the bar, including the pissy Tifa, but... I couldn't help it. It felt too good. Images flashed in my mind, imagining what he might look like and his hot, lithe body. Biting down on my bottom lip hard, I pumped my hand faster and faster, tossing my blonde head to the side, body nearly arched out of the chair as my abdomen tightened and soon, I climaxed heavily on myself, panting loudly, stars bursting behind my eyes. Heat flushed to my cheeks as I glanced down in a daze at my muscled stomach covered in the white, sticky semen. How juvinile... I grabbed a near-by small towel and cleaned myself off. After I composed myself, a rapid knock errupted at the door. "What?," I asked hastily, not wanting to be caught. "Cloud, Barret's outside! He needs to see us!," came Tifa's urgent message.
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Pushing my sunglasses on, I looked over at the large, black man that had been a part of my life for almost three years now from working on AVALANCHE. Barret Wallace held Marlene over on his shoulder, staring back at me with dark brown eyes that always regarded me. He stood at a proud 6'4" and was burly and strong, a machine gun attacked to his right arm. "Spiky," he barked and I nodded. Tifa crossed her arms over her chest and raised an eyebrow. "So, what do you need?" The man with the machine gun-arm frowned deeply and handed her a manilla folder, Marlene looking confused as she witnessed the three most important adults in the her life converse. Taking it, we both looked at the contents inside and gasped.
"This isn't true!!!"
"Unfuckingbelievable..."
I stared at the photos before me and a sudden weight fell on me. It wasn't true... I saw them... but they- what in the hell?!!! I snatched the pictures away to get a better look at the people in them. It can't be. "Barret," I whispered hoarsely, gripping at the photos. "Yup... they're alive. More than ever. But, they are at the clinic in Healin, restin'. The nurses said those bastards have been sweeter than a teddy bear and not shown one damn BIT of resistance or violence. Pssshhh, those skinny pricks are up to something..." I cast a side-long view at Barret and gritted my teeth. "But I SAW them dissipate into the rain! They left with Aerith!!! How can they come back to life?! How come THEY can but-"
I stopped myself, my voice caught thickly in my throat. My hands started to shake at the mere memory of those beautiful aquamarine eyes and sweet smile with the innocent laughter. "You're still not over her," came a bitter reply from Tifa. I stared at the ground for a bit until I saw two tiny hands place themselves on my gloved ones. I flinched some, noticing that it was Marlene, staring at me with her large, hazel eyes and sad face, her brown hair tied back in that signature braid with the pink ribbon. "I miss Sister too, Cloud. But we must all live on, for her sake. She chose to stay behind it's her job now... as a Cetra. Maybe she thought they needed a second chance. Please, don't be upset, Cloud," she asked softly, in a strong voice, much like a young adult for the seven year old. Silence stretched on between us as we both regarded each other. I can't argue with Marlene... she was right. As unfair as it is in this situation, I knew what Barret wanted to do.
I placed a gentle hand on Marlene's head and smiled some at her. "I'll do my best." Taking a silent breath, I stood up straighter and with a firm voice, "I'll go and see them. See what they can tell me. I'll contact Red XIII and have him come with me." I stalked off, ignoring the sputtering of Tifa and the outragoues cries of Barret, to the garage to get my bike ready.
I can't believe I was doing this.
but I was half-way doing it for her.
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We raced across the desert sand out of Midgar, the cool blue skies opening to Red XIII and I as we traveled to Healin together. As a companion, Red was my favorite because of his wisdom, silent nature, and regal stature. He was an experiment for Professor Hojo when we found him and since then, he was always with us and he ruled over Cosmo Canyon after his grandfather passed on. The scarlet tiger-beast pressed further, his fire-lit tail whisking behind him. I grinned to myself and reeved up my engine, our race continuing. Once in the greenery forests of Healin, we made our way to the lodge. I shut off the engine and sat back, staring at the building. "You sure you want to do this?," Red asked, coming up beside me, his orange eye studying me from the side. "Yeah... I do. I want to know why they came back..." I hauled my body from the bike and together, we went into the receptionist office to check in on the three men. The nurse with fiery orange hair pulled back in a bob-flip smiled gently and led us down the linoleum hallway, her white uniform matching with the walls and gray and dark maroom trimings.
She opened the door to a room doused completely in darkness. Red glanced up at me and went in first, his tail lighting the way. I followed and the nurse clicked on a near-by lamp, a dim light flooding the room now and bowed, leaving the room. Three bed lined up against the wall horizontally. All of them had that damn silver hair and pale features. Red padded over to the first one and read the clipboard readings. "They're alive and healthy, they're just adjusting to the human nature," he read. The first one was named Loz. He was large and muscular with a attitude like a fighter, but when mentioning Mother, Jenova, he wilted. The second one was Yazoo. Estrange and graceful like flowing water, he was silent and yet, very synical. The last brother was him. The bastard that turned into Sephiroth- the eternal Reunion.
I approached his bed and stared down at the youthful face. He was deathly whiter than his brothers, with trimmed, plump cheeks and a beautiful face, his eyes closed, ebony eyelashes shut tightly, his pale lips full. I frowned some and then, straightened up, smelling that clean scent from my dream earlier today. As Red continue to read their charts, I leaned down to the slumbering Kadaj and inhaled, the smell of cinnamon filling my nostrils.
That bastard...
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HAHAHAHAHA! Aren't I EVIL?! -looks around- I guess not... Chibi-Sephiroth, my love! Protect my story and POKE the people in the eyeball if they don't review! That's right... a poke in the eyeball. Muahaha. By the way, I know Cloud's motorcycle has a name. What the HELL is it? I'm too lazy to pop in Advent Children, so can anyone tell me? Leave me a nice review and I shall write more!
- the moonlight carries the message of Love.-
"Later days...!"
SD