Parings: Leon x Cloud (maybe some more later on, who knows)
Themes: Romance, Comedy, Angst, etc
Warnings: This is not only unsuitable for people under the age of 18, but it is a YAOI fanfic. Which means that I want all the homophobes to get lost because I DON'T want to read the flames. And believe me, if I get flamed because I'm writing about gay guys (shock horror), I will not hesitate to let those people feel my wrath. Also, all you people that hunt down yaoi fanfics just to flame them need to get a life or get over it. Gosh, times are changing, get used to it.
Also, swearing and violence too.
Authors Notes: Wow. I'm in a bit of a weird mood recently. Maybe you can tell through my writing, I'm not sure. Damn the male species for being so damned irresistible! Anyhow, on with the story!
Disclaimer: Forgot this in the last couple of chapters (all of them actually). I do not own KH2, or any of the characters. I do however; own my imagination and anything that spiels from it, which includes various levels of paranoia and lots of KH2 related yaoi.
Chapter Four: Good Show!
It had been two weeks. Two weeks since he was told he was playing Romeo. Two weeks since he began rehearsals with his nemesis. Two weeks since that dinner. (It had also been two weeks since he tried weed, but that's beside the point. By the way kids. Dope is whack. I mean really, not cool).
And four days until the show.
Leon was beside himself. What the hell was he supposed to do now? There was no way he could get out of playing the part. He had been trying for the past 1,209,673 seconds. Mrs. Bluebell was a stubborn son of a bitch and Leon couldn't get it through to her that he could not, under any circumstances kiss Cloud in front of hundreds of people.
"Look Mr. Leonhart," she had said, "I don't care what you can or can't do. It's too late to change the cast now. So DEAL with it!"
So Leon had resigned himself to playing the part of a gay man in a ridiculous adaptation of Romeo and Juliet. Oh, did I mention he had to kiss Cloud in front of hundreds of people?
It's quite funny, you see. The day Leon got the script for the play, he went to his room a looked it over. Act 2 Scene 1, Act 3 Scene 3, Act 5 Scenes 1,2,3,4,5 and Act 6 Scenes 1 and 2. Those were all the scenes he was supposed to KISS CLOUD STRIFE IN FRONT OF HUNDREDS OF PEOPLE. Nine scenes! And Mrs. Bluebell had made it abundantly clear that the kisses were supposed to convey butt-loads of passion and all that jazz.
It was decided.
Leon was doomed.
Not just doomed. He was Doomed. Completely and utterly. Royally doomed.
Paying attention to no-one in the drama hall, he began to smash his head against the stage floor. Enter: Cloud Strife.
"Leonhart, what the hell are you doing on the floor?" he said, slightly amused. Leon raised his head, his blood smeared across his forehead and the floor. If Cloud had been a weaker man, he probably would have run away with his tail between his legs at the look in Leon's eyes just then. Alas, Cloud is Cloud, so that never happened.
"Don't look at me like that!" Cloud stated, the patronizing look in his eyes obvious. Leon scowled.
"Shut up Strife. I can do whatever the bloody hell I want. If I want to kill myself right now, on this stage, rather than go out there in four days and do what they expect me to do, then I WILL kill myself. It is none of your concern." Leon almost spat out the last two words. Let's just take a second now to describe the way Cloud reacted to this statement.
Let's say that someone was videotaping this scene. Now, as Leon says 'your concern', zoom right in to Cloud's face. And then zoom some more. Maybe a bit more after that. If you look close enough, you can almost see him flinch. Almost. Now, back to the scheduled programming.
"Look Leon, I only came over here because Mrs. Bluebell said we have to practice 'those' scenes, and she said everyone's going now, so we can practice in peace. I don't want to do this anymore than you do, but I have to. I like the Drama club, and I enjoy acting. So just suck it up and DEAL with it." Leon visibly winced at how similar Cloud and Mrs. Bluebell sounded. He stood up slowly, wiping the remains of blood from his forehead and walked towards the piano, which was were all the first aid stuff was kept. Not even bothering to check if the plaster (a.k.a. band-aid) was in the right place, he slapped it on and went back to Cloud.
"You want to practice, hm?" he said quietly. Cloud looked at him suspiciously.
"Yeah. I want the play to be a success." He replied. Leon sighed and Cloud noticed that his shoulders were drooping slightly.
"Fine, fine. Let's just get this over with. I'm only going to do two scenes today though." Cloud nodded.
"You ready?" he asked his reluctant counterpart. Leon nodded. They both took their positions on the stage and Leon did a few breathing exercises before he started. Closing his eyes and taking one last deep breath, he began.
"What am I going to do?" he whispered, almost to himself, "The man I love is part of their family." Cloud stepped out from the shadows in which he was hiding and began to recite his lines.
"Sebastian, is that you?" he called out gently. 'Sebastian' whipped around quickly, saw his lover and began walking towards him.
"Yes, Anthony, it's me. What are you doing here?" he said as he reached his target and raised a hand to caress his cheek. The Leon inside Sebastian was screaming. He did not want to do this. He slowly ran his hands through Cloud's amazingly soft hair, and then let his hand trail down his face, gently roaming over his eyes, nose, and then his mouth.
"I came here for you." 'Anthony' stated simply, and tiptoed slightly so that he was eye to eye with Sebastian (a.k.a. Leon). Leon wrapped his arms around Cloud's waist and pulled him in for the kiss. As Leon's mouth was descending, there were a fair few thoughts bouncing around their heads. Leon for instance, was thinking along the lines of 'I can't believe I'm actually doing this, it's so degrading… why does Cloud smell like passion fruit?' Cloud on the other hand was thinking along the lines of 'Man, why does it have to be Leon, and why are my knees beginning to feel weak?'
Leon's lips finally met Cloud's and the poor boy's knees almost gave way. Now now, don't go rushing to conclusions without knowing all the facts. Cloud hasn't been in that many relationships, so he doesn't really know how it feels to have his mouth orally fucked by a sex god in the making. That was the only reason his knees began giving way. He was not falling for Leon, or a least he hoped he wasn't. Leon's tongue slid past Cloud's soft lips, and the fight for dominancy began. And wow, was it a fight. Leon won, obviously, and continued the ministrations of his tongue against the blondes. Eventually (15.2 seconds later) they pulled away from each other. Breathing harsh, Cloud began to open his eyes. Leon looked at his 'lover', the blush across his cheeks and eyes half-lidded with lust captivating him. He wrapped his arm around Cloud's waist and embraced him lightly.
"Sebastian," Cloud whispered into Leon's ear, "Please, don't leave me"
"End scene!" someone shouted from the audience, clapping and cheering for the boys. The same thought was running through both Leon and Cloud's head. 'I thought the Drama Hall was supposed to be empty?!' Panic set in as they found out who the perpetrator was.
Yuffie.
Leon groaned, and sat down on the stage, resuming what he was doing earlier on. That is, bashing his head against the floor. Cloud on the other hand, probably realised that he looked a little flustered and tried to regain his composure. Yuffie ran over to the stage and dragged Leon of the floor, and magicking up some antiseptic wipes, cleaned Leon's massacred forehead.
"Le-oooon! Why do you always do things to hurt yourself? I was only cheering for you guys. This play is going to rock! You guys looked so good together." Yuffie said, not stopping for a breath. Leon froze. They looked good together?
"I am NOT, I repeat NOT gay, Or bisexual. For Christ's sake Yuffie, I'm barely even straight!" he shouted. Yuffie had to agree. Leon had never, in the time Yuffie had known him, gone out with anyone. I mean ANYONE. And if he had, he was bloody brilliant at hiding it. Yuffie had come to the conclusion that Leon was just one of those guys that have an abundance of one night stands.
"Hey, Leon, no need to get antsy, I was just making an observation. Anyhow, I just came by to tell you that Aerith and Tifa invited everyone over for dinner. Well, it's not dinner. It's a party." Leon groaned. Tifa's parties meant tons and tons of hormonal teenagers drunkenly grinding on each other without any shame. Cloud had pretty much come up with the same conclusion. Cocking his head in Yuffie's direction, he asked the question everyone already knew the answer to.
"Do we HAVE to go?" Yuffie laughed. It was a short, bitter 'Ha!'
"You like having balls, right?" she asked him. Cloud winced. Tifa would without a doubt castrate him with a rusty fork and feel no way about it if he didn't come.
"Okay, okay, I'll go! What about you Leon? You coming?" Leon scowled at his nemesis. Why was he talking to him like they were friends? They clearly were not.
"Yes, I'll go. Happy Yuffie?!" Yuffie jumped and hugged the tall brunette kissing him hard on the cheek,
"Oh, Leon! I love you so much!" Cloud scowled at the scene. From what he recalled, he's known Yuffie longer than that brown-haired bastard. He had to admit it. He was a little jealous of Leon… or was it Yuffie he was jealous of? Cloud shook his head to get the ridiculous thoughts from his head.
"Yeah, yeah. Come on then, let's go and get ready. I can't believe I'm giving in this easy to a bunch of girls," he muttered, earning himself a heavy punch from Yuffie. Cloud walked behind them, becoming once again, the sullen, moody Cloud we all know and love.
Cloud and Leon got to their dormitory at 8.23pm. The 'party' was at nine and they were running late. As soon as they got in, both Leon and Cloud went directly to their rooms to get ready. It took Leon roughly 7.8 minutes to get ready, and Cloud 9.1 minutes. So at around 8.35pm, they were both ready and waiting in the living room to head to their doom. Cloud assessed his enemy. Leon was looking kind of hot. Cloud hit himself in the head. He didn't just think that. Leon was wearing almost tight fitting black jeans, a white t-shirt and a black shirt over it. It was as simplistic as it gets, but somehow, Leon made it look absolutely gorgeous. Whilst Cloud was trying to rid his head of the demon thoughts entering hid mind, Leon was checking out his roommate. Cloud was wearing faded blue jeans and a red, checked farmer-style shirt over a black vest. And guess what. Leon thought he was hot. So, both trying to ignore the atmosphere in the air, they headed towards the door to go to the party.
"Leon, how you planning on getting there?" Cloud asked. Leon shrugged his shoulders lightly and proceeded to walk ahead.
"Dunno. Walk I guess?" Cloud chuckled quietly.
"How's about you ride with me and Fenrir?" Leon quirked his left eyebrow. Fenrir? Who's that?
"Um, sure?" he replied, following the blonde that had begun to walk outside. In the parking lot, he saw the most beautiful motorcycle he had ever seen in his life.
"Don't tell me this bike is yours?" he said to Cloud, who was silently grinning as he whipped out his keys.
"Yup. Meet Fenrir."
Authors Notes: So, what do you think? Sorry it's taken so long, it's just I have exams on at the moment, and all that jazz.
Please R&R. I tend to set myself missions (a bit like Gai and Rock Lee from Naruto) where I basically say, if I don't get 6 reviews for this chapter, I'm not going to write the next chaper. Sad, I know.
Toodles!
xxx