An extremely Hyper Cloud
By Silva-Trees
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me; if they did….well lets not go into that as they don't :'( the storyline is my idea though. This is an AU (Alternate Universe) so please nobody complain about how it doesn't follow the game or anything.
Pairings: CloudXLeon, SoraXRiku Tiny tiny bit of Cloud/Tifa.
Summary (incase you have forgotten in those short seconds you just didn't see it XD) :
A lot can be discovered when four people are forced to live together, who knows what may be brought up. Past experiences, sexuality and pet peeves. Soon Leon's going to wish he had never decided to sub-let his house to the three homeless strangers who showed up. Cloud has a lot to learn about other people's feelings and also the advantage subtly does give in relationships. Riku will finally know what its like to live away from home and his tyrannical parents. Sora? Well Sora will just be his usual goofy, cute self, as well as discovering a lot about his new roommates.
Okay I will be writing in POVs (It won't always be Leon's infact different chapters should be different characters varying from Leon, Cloud, Riku, Sora.) although I might sometimes post in third person, although I'll tell you. Oh I nearly forgot Warning: This contains Yaoi (BoyXBoy) so if you don't like that, then don't read it.
Oh yeah, I know Cloud's actually depressed and all in the game and film (FFVII: AC) but in my fic I think I'm going to change that slightly. Yeah so…no emo Cloud. Sorry –hides from glares of hate-
Leon's POV:
Ever felt like you've just made a decision you knew you were going to regret?
Well, that seems to be happening to me. I'm sitting here all on my lonesome…well unless you consider a big, furry, black and white dog a companion. Which for your info, I do not.
She's all smelly and has…the prettiest eyes I've ever seen….No wait, I don't like Hearts..Okay maybe I do like her…but only an itsy bitsy bit. Ah I give up, her begging eyes are too hard to resist.
'Alright Art, I'll feed you early.' I sigh and reluctantly drag myself up off the sofa, where I had been reclining happily…well before my annoying mutt kept bugging me with her whines and puppy eyes.
'Okay Artsy, which do you want? Beef or Chicken?' Waving the cans in the air, I watch her head follow as I move them around tauntingly. He she's so much fun to mess with.
'Woof Woof'
'Chicken it is.' Yes my dog is actually smart and she understands everything I say. I'm serious. Okay shovelling the disgusting concoction into her bowl, I dump it none too gracefully at her feet.
Urgh! How can she like that mixed up gunk they call 'dog food'.
Wait? Is that a bike I hear? Awesome! I love motorbikes. As long as I've known I've always wanted a black Harley Davidson. I casually glance out of the window.
HOLY SHIT! Cloud has a bike?! Okay maybe sub-letting to him wasn't such a bad idea. Perhaps I can nab his bike sometime. Heh heh.
Hmm...That's odd; he doesn't seem to have much stuff with him. Maybe, that's all that matters to him. Even though I have this huge bike, only a few things really matter to me. The kinda things you know in a fire you would run to save. Let's see, they would be…uh…Art?
I Dunno, I can't actually think about anything I really cared about. That's kinda freaky. Have I lived my life, not caring about anything? Well…not since my mom died. Okay and onto more annoying things. Welcoming Cloud. Number One on the priorities list.
'Hello? Am I at the right house? Leoooooon?' Oh. He's already here. 'Door's unlocked. Let yourself in.' I walk through to the living room. He appears to be struggling with the door, oh maybe I did lock it. Oops.
Stealthily I sneak up to the door, where he's leaning on it, obviously wrestling with the handle. With a stifled snicker, I swing the catch open. Cloud and his belonging land in a heap at my feet.
'FUCKING HELL! I thought you said the door was unlocked.' Masking my devious smile of triumph I adopt a blank face. 'It was. You just couldn't open it.' No need in letting him know I slipped up.
Watching him scrabble about with a slight blush on his face is very amusing, I discover. 'Need a hand?' I asked, smiling slightly. Well come on! That's the best I could do. It was either that or clutch at my sides while howling with laughter.
'No. I'm. Fine.' Oooh touchy. See if I offer again. Bending down I pick up his duffle bag. 'Here.' Handing it to him, I smile apologetically.
'I'm sorry.'
Wait why am I apologising? I haven't done anything wrong. Why is it that whenever he's down or embarrassed I keep wanting to apologise for making him like that. Oh well, just my screwed up mind I guess.
'Don't worry its nothing. Thanks.' We just stand there in silence, before Art kindly interrupts. Thanks Artsy, you just saved me from an awkward silence. 'Oh this is my dog, Art? Don't ask about the name, Itwasn'tmychoiceifIknewmygreatgreatauntwasgoingtocallherdogHeartIwould'veneveragreedtolookafterheronceshedied.' Deep breath. Wow that was a lot to say in one breath. Now he's looking at me like I'm insane.
'Okay…I won't ask.'
Thank God.
'Umm...Do you want to see your room?'
Might as well as now, rather than later and have him dump all the stuff in my clean, tidy living room. Did I mention there's one thing I can't stand? Mess. It drives me up the wall, its hard enough living with Art.
'Sure. Thanks again.'
'No problem. This is helping both of us.' Oh wow, that sounded great Leon. Just shut up already. Man this is going to be one long day. Well remainder of the day.
Taking our new guest upstairs I show him all the rooms, excluding my room, which I leave closed with a simple. 'That's mine. Don't go in there. Thank you.' He raises an eyebrow at me and smiles slightly. 'Okay got it. Which is my room?' Oh. I hadn't chosen for him, I guess I just assumed he'd pick one. 'Uh you can choose.' I guess I wasn't prepared for the explosion that followed.
'AWESOME!!! Can I have the blue room? Can I?! CAN I?!!'
Oh. God. What have I let into my house? He is a demented psycho. Or just a super hyper weirdo. Note to self: Hide cookie jar and all sugary things. I guess I know now why he decided to work in a bakery. That's like a non-stop source to sugar.
'Uh sure.' Edging away slightly, I prepare myself for whatever comes next. He seems to be a spontaneous individual so I better prepare for the worse. What happened next? I can safely say. I did not even imagine he would do.
Cloud is…jumping on 'his' bed squealing loudly. He is acting like an extremely childish four-year-old. No wait. Even four-year-olds aren't that bad. Need I also point out that he's mussing up the bedcovers? Eye twitch. Okay. Restrain yourself Leon, no need to harm the over-confident crazy assed blond weirdo who happens to be your new roommate. Art's leg twitches as if she is eager to join Cloud on his bed.
'Don't. You. Even. Dare.' I mutter quietly to her. Her ears droop disappointedly and she wanders off back downstairs, tail between her legs. Yeah, well that routine won't work on me again, twice in one night.
Silence.
I'm almost dreading glancing back to see what Cloud's doing now. Please let it be something remotely normal. Please. I'm begging anyone.
Slowly turning around I nearly jump out of my skin, leaping back a couple of feet. My new housemate appears to be standing like two centimetres away from my face. Well he was. Staring at him warily, trying to anticipate his new move, I edge further away.
'Leon? What's wrong? Are you afraid of me?' A devious smile has crept onto his face. There's only one thing I can say to that.
Oh Shit.
'TICKLE ATTACK!!'
This is terrible, terrible. I knew it. I was having bad feelings about this ever since I agreed to let him stay with me. Why does this always happen to me? Gah, is he seriously going to-
'NO Cloud wai- Bugger.'
He just freaking leapt on me. It's like having a loon on loon tablets roaming about freely in my house. If this continues I'm going to have to tie him up somewhere. Kinky. I mean- damnit where do these thoughts come from?!
Gah, damn ticklishness to hell.
I have to get him off me somehow. But how? Umm…punch him? Nah that would leave a bruise. Oh well knee to the groin it is. Wincing I shove him off me. I couldn't, not to someone I just met and will be living under the same roof with.
That would be too cruel.
'Okay, it's late so…Night.' I half walk half run into my room, slamming the door shut, fearfully. I should really consider having a lock put on my bedroom door with that maniac living with me.
Wonder what pyjamas he has. Oh well. Who really cares? I just want to sleep. Yes, sleep good.
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Next Morning:
'Leon? Do you want to play tellytubbies with me? Pleeeeease?' The sky was a pale pink and the grass a faded lavender colour. 'Sorry Tiny Tim I have to go to work.' 'But Leon? This is your dream, nobody works in a dream.' Oh so this was some crazy assed place my mind had created. 'Okay then but only for a short whi- -'
'CANNONBALL!' Something large and smooshy landed right on top of me. Followed by a loud, excited barking creature. Oh I guess that's Art then. But the first thing? What on earth was it? The only other person living in this house was…
'CLOUD?!! WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!!!'
Ow, now my eardrums hurt. I just don't get it. Is he mentally retarded or just plain stupid? What kind of moron leaps on top of people they barely now at – I glance at the clock – 6.30 am in the morning. Wait 6.30am?! I could've stayed asleep for another hour!
'I'm. Going. To. Murder. You. Cloud.' My voice is low and I almost growl out his name. Suddenly the laughter in his eyes is replaced with fear and excitement. With a mocking laugh he dashes off the bed and out the room.
'Only if you catch me!' His mocking voice calls through the rooms.
Oh it's on now. He just challenged me. One thing I never do is relinquish a challenge. I'm out for blood. A certain overly chirpy blond's blood to be precise.
'You forget Cloud, this is my domain and I know exactly where everything is.'
Walking out the room, my jaw falls open. There is trash and mess, scattered throughout the house. Eye twitch. I can actually feel the vein in my head throbbing as I behold, what happens when you let Cloud loose in your house unwatched.
I thought last night was bad. That's nothing compared to this.
This is…I don't quite know how to explain it. Complete and utter filth. Yes that seems fitting. Letting out a howl like a wounded beast, I'm off; stalking the prey. Muttering every insult I know, I roam around the house.
Everything looks completely different now that Cloud took it upon himself to…re-decorate shall we put it.
There has to be something he didn't touch, anything. Art's food, or bowl just something to convince me this is still my house. Nope, even her bowl is lying on its side and the cupboards hang open, almost taunting me with the cluttered ness of their shelves.
This sleeping arrangement, I predict will last exactly one more day. That's if can find sleeping pills and slip them into his food or drink without him noticing. If not, then I will end up murdering him before this day is through.
Oh you run Cloud. Yes, run while you can. As there is an extremely angry and murderous Leon following your every step. Plotting and deciding his revenge. I will get even with you for this. I swear it.
Oh God. I can see him.
'Cloud not the ornaments. They're breakable-'
Oh I guess he just figured that out.
Correction: My prediction is now. Exactly 2 hours, 36 minutes and 24 seconds. I'm counting down till doomsday.
Author's Note:
well here we have leon and Cloud conversing at home. This was fun to write. I know they are bopth extremely out of character. But...meh. So its my story. I'll write how I want. Lolza.
Thank you all who commented on the last chapter. Your comments/reviews are extremely appreciated. I know this sounds cheesey but they do inspire me to write more.
This is still quite a short chapter, but it's slightly longer. I'm sorry for lack of length. I promise soon there will be a worthwhile length of chappie.
As for the bike thing. I don't actually really know anything about motorbikes and it probably shows. Oops. I tried ;
PLease review, just hit that litle down down there and write some random nonsense which mentions the story in some way and I'll be happy XD
Silva
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