I shan't tell you what prompt this is, lest I give the central plot(there's a plot?!) away. Figure it out.

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He had a very delicate secret. Its something no one has ever known or found out. And should this secret ever come out… He'd be royally screwed over. Tonight, if he wasn't careful, he would definitely be found out.

He plopped himself down on the couch, tired. He silently thanked Hyne (he never was able to get that out of his system, then again, Aerith never got the Lifestream out of hers… But that was different.) that his duties had been postponed. 'Do not be obvious… Do not be obvious.' He repeated in his head. When he heard her take the first step through the threshold (between the kitchen and this room, of course.), he readied his blank stare,and nonchalant attitude. Her small (well, at least compared to his) hands held up a tray that in turn had a teapot filled with (what else?) tea and two white teacups (it may be important to note, that one of these teacups was designed with a floral pattern).

"You didn't put any sugar in there, did you?" He eyed the teapot warily, hoping against hope that she did (he never understood what was with that phrase. It made no sense to him, yet he found himself using it.). "Of course, she answered, not looking at him, concentrating on pouring the tea for the both of them. He involuntarily cringed at the thought of too sweet tea… It was alright if she had put little, but.. She always put too much for him. He didn't know if she did it on purpose, or not. But he's learned not to say something about it (lest she punish him again, in her odd ways. Bare potatoes still made him shudder inconceivably.). She handed him a cup, only when he had taken it into his hands did he realize that he had gotten the flower-printed one. He stared at it, and then at her, as she sipped from the plain white cup and then back at his own. He rolled his eyes and took a sip. He almost choked at how sweet it was, and yet, she just kept on sipping.. He gawked at her, and wondered to himself why he ever fell in love with a girl who makes his tea too sweet.

"There's going to be a storm tonight, ya know?" He almost did a double take with what she had just said (No it wasn't about the storm, although that did make quite a racket in his head.. Because of how it might be dangerous for anyone who took a duty today.. yeah that's his reason) She looked back at him, an odd lock on her face. She was slightly weirded out by his not very Leon-like movements. "Is something wrong?" 'Yes! Something is terribly terribly wrong!' His mind shouted. "Nothing.. You just.. Reminded me of someone I used to know." He mustered somehow. "Raijin…." He muttered under his breath. That only earned him another odd stare. "It's.. n-nothing, seriously." He repeated.

He set down his half empty cup on the coffee table nearby. "Hm.. How about I light us a fire!" he said, almost too enthusiastically. He stood up and knelt in front of the fire place (which mysteriously had enough wood for a fire).

"You sure have been acting weird lately…" She said. "Eh.." He shrugged it off as he pulled out his trusty silver lighter and lit the fire. She noted that the rain had not yet started pouring but she could feel it coming soon. She was about to say how he could not get any weirder than this… Until of course, lighting struck, thunder roaring immediately afterwards. And he yelped out "Shit!" as he fell back (on his ass, yes very dramatic, if I do say so myself). Thinking he had accidentally burned him self. She placed her own (now empty) cup down and rushed to him, she knelt beside him. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" the rain started drumming down on the roof above them.

"No.. Of course not." He said, a little too quickly. He stood up immediately and offered her his hand. She took it warily. They both dusted themselves off. As they were about to sit back on the couch, lightning flashed briefly, with loud rolling thunder following close. He jumped up, completely caught off guard. She looked at him again. 'Damnit! What in hell do I do now?!' "Are you sure you're okay? " She asked him once again. "Er.. I just remembered something!"

"What is it?" She asked, not buying his excuse one bit. "Er…. "His eyes shifted left and right, looking for something, anything. "I quit smoking!" He said quickly as he lay his eyes on Cid's box of toothpicks. "But you never smoke…" She said slowly. "I did! All the time!" He insisted.

"You never smelled it when we'd-" He cut her off before she could continue, "But I did! A lot!"

"Okay.." She shook her head and just tugged on his arm. He put that same arm around her and pulled her close. "That's good I suppose…" she continued "Yeah." He breathed again, a sigh of relief escaping his mouth.

'Smoking? Who does he think he's going to fool?' She thought. She giggled as she silently figured it out, earning a questioning look from him, which contorted into an unreadable face when lightning struck again, and thunder resounded. She pretended she didn't see and just snuggled closer to him and a grin crept its way to her features (he couldn't see, of course) as she said, "I've always loved thunder.. Don't you?" She felt him swallow and she giggled again…

He was afraid of thunder.