Something
By Queen of Curses
Disclaimer: Don't own anything but mah PS2 and all the games that go along with it.
A/N: Sorry it took a while. With my whole life outta fic-writing, I'm pretty busy. Anywho, here's the 6th chappie in . . .Leon's POV! (By the way, did anyone notice that this fic is actually turning into a real story instead of a one-chapter songfic like I intended it to be?)
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Hold me in your arms
And never let me go
Hold me in your arms
Cause I need you so
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There I was, lying on my back in the area in the empty Olympus Coliseum where the audience is supposed to sit and watch fighting matches take place. I was stuffed. For the past day, I've been constantly shoving food into my mouth. It's always like this. Whenever I'm not in a good mood, I eat until I'm ready to vomit. And now, I was really not in a good mood.
The stupid jerk (a.k.a. Cloud) was an insensitive, selfish, annoying, cocky, brat that had an ego so huge; he's unable to say 'sorry'. After I left allow Bastion, I immediately headed for Traverse Town, where I found myself at Sephiroth's clothing boutique. There, he tried as best as he could to cheer me up. He even offered to sing some N'SYNC songs on karaoke with me. His final offer was a 99% discount on anything I wanted in the store. So then I shopped around a bit. I found this really nice outfit. The outfit consisted of a pair of black boots, loose black cargo pants, and a tight black tube-strap top that kinda showed of my midriff. I even went as far as asking Sephy to cut my hair short, just like it was many years ago.
Before I went into changing room # 12, Sephiroth ran over to me and handed me a letter and said that it came in the mail this morning. I just took the letter and put it aside until I finished trying on the clothes. When I looked myself over in the mirror, I just sadly smiled. I also looked over to where I had placed the letter. On the envelope in messy print was my name . . . not Squall, but Leon. I hated lying to my new boyfriend about my identity, but it was for the best. I couldn't let him know who I really was. It would be very shameful.
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Dear Leon,
Hey, it's been a while, baby. A month since ya last visited me here in mah world. I received your last letter. Yeah, I can get the herbs for ya from Wonderland. I'll drive there on mah new gummi ship. I just got my license a week ago. I should've gotten it when I was 16, but they said I was an "unsafe driver". Heh. I'll meet ya in Olympus Coliseum. Might take me a while, I'm new to this whole flying thing. Well, I better start getting ready for the trip.
Lotsa luv,
Seifer
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Yes, Seifer was my new boyfriend. We got together a few months ago when I had first visited his world, which was called Ysatnaf Lanif, but I nicknamed YL. The name of his world is quite curious, too, for if you spell it backwards, it reads: Final Fantasy.
Yup, I finally found the only other gunblader in the entire universe, besides myself. It's quite comforting knowing that you're not the only one wielding such a unique and powerful weapon. Seifer is everything I could hope for, too He's handsome, friendly, outgoing, sweet, strong, masculine, and gentle when he's with me. Must I go on?
Well, we were supposed to meet her tomorrow morning, but I decided to come early to have some time to my food and myself. For some weird reason, I never get fat, even though I eat a lot during my "bad mood days". So now I have the rest of today to eat to my heart's content before I meet up with Seifer tomorrow, which is when he will also give me the special herbs from Wonderland. The herbs are for my special . . . condition. I really do not feel quite comfortable talking about it now. The only person I've ever told about this little secret of mine is Seifer.
Just as I was drinking the last bit of a vanilla shake, my sensitive ears picked up the sound of the coliseum doors opening. To my surprise, Cloud was standing there in the middle of the fighting arena as if he was looking for something. Of course, I knew that something was me. When he finally found me sitting here in my pool of gluttony, he started running towards me.
'Shit.' I thought to myself. 'Why the hell are you here? You're not supposed to find me!'
"Umm, excuse me, but have you seen a man by the name of Squall Leonhart around here?" My former boyfriend asked me.
'What a thickheaded, slow-minded, blonde little ditz! How stupid can he possibly be? I don't look THAT different from before, do I?' I thought to myself.
"It's me, you dumbass! How the hell can you not recognize me?" I irritably said under my breath, hoping Cloud wouldn't hear me. But unfortunately, he did.
"Squall? It's you? It's really you!" He exclaimed like a little eight-year old.
'No duh.' I said to myself.
"Whatever." I managed to say, looking away from him by turning my head in the opposite direction.
"C'mon, I took the time to look for you. Not even a nice word from you?" He asked. I just remained silent.
"Don't you remember what I said to you all those years ago?" He kept asking.
'How could I forget?" I said inwardly. 'Those were the most corniest and cliched words I've ever heard in my entire life.'
"I said that--" Cloud started, but I interrupted him.
"You said that you were the darkness and I was the light. The Ying and the Yang. Both a part of each other. That we were meant to be together for eternity. That if you were ever lost, you'd never give up your search for me. And you said that you loved me with all your heart." I said quickly, then looked to him to see his reaction. He just nodded and smiled, not getting my hint that he should not be talking about this with me.
"And I meant every word of it." He said.
"Whatever." And I just got up and slowly walked a few feet away from him, hoping my little walk didn't look too suspicious. The jerk kept right on talking about meaningless things like how he loved me. What a joke. I knew every word of it was a lie. Or was it?
Ever since I saw him for the first time in seven years, I'm beginning to think he's changed.
'Okay Squall, Cloud's the bad guy here. He always has been ever since you two have gotten together. Don't start thinking that he actually loves you. You're just a *plaything* to him . . .' I reminded myself.
Before he knew what was happening, I picked up my gunblade Lionheart off the ground where I suspiciously, but casually, walked to and started my attack on him. Of course, Cloud has always been faster than I have, so he dodged every one of my hits, but my goal was not to actually harm or hit him. No--I'm not that cruel and cold-hearted as to kill the man responsible for my cold exterior. I just wanted to vent out all the anger that's been building up inside of me for the past several years.
Out of nowhere, Cloud's Ultima Weapon came flying through the air, probably thrown by someone from the entrance of the coliseum. The sword dropped on the ground somewhere behind its owner, but I was too busy fighting to pay any attention to where it landed.
"Thanks, Cid!" Cloud shouted as he kept dodging my attacks. Heh, so that's who threw his sword into the arena. Good old Cid Highwind. And all along, I thought the pilot was on my side.
A few seconds later, I had him all worn out from the extreme evasion and dodging he had to perform. He was on the ground panting with his ass firmly in the dirt. 'A really nice ass, if I say so, myself.' I thought inwardly.
"It's over!" I shouted, letting all my rage take over. My gunblade glowed neon blue and grew about two feet longer. I leaped into the air, coming down to slice him into two perfectly equal pieces. Surprisingly he used the last of his strength to pick up the Ultima weapon from behind him (I didn't notice it was there) and block my attack.
I dropped Lionheart to the ground, where it returned to its normal length and color. I also just stared intensely at my hands, thinking 'Have I really become such a monster? Letting rage take over and have me almost harm an innocent?'
I just sighed and collapsed to the ground.
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When I came to, I didn't open my eyes, but just tried to get a sense of where I was. After a few seconds, I realized I was lying down on a soft red cape. Knowing Cloud was probably somewhere nearby, I pretended to still be unconscious.
"I know you're awake Squall. You don't have to pretend to be asleep, you know." A voice said from somewhere to my left. I sat up and looked for the source of the voice. Sitting a few feet away from me was Cloud.
"How long was I out?" I asked, turning my head away, and avoiding eye contact as much as I could.
"A few hours. Probably about four." He replied. After he said that, there was an awkward silence between us that probably felt like forever to him, being the impatient person he is. But to me, silence triggers one of the greatest feelings I've ever felt: satisfaction. I was satisfied with how silence made everything seem so calm and peaceful, even when I knew life would never be that way.
Anyway, it was I who broke the silence.
"When are you going to return the cape and the claw to Vincent?"
"Vincent Valentine? That vampire dude?" Cloud asked.
"He's not a vampire and he's not a dude." I said after giving a little nod. "He probably misses the claw, too. He can't just go walking around hand-less."
Vincent Valentine lived in Hallow Bastion with the rest of us. Of course, he didn't bother to hang around us much. He said he was "too old" for us. Heh, he was only five years older. He didn't let anyone know much about him, either. All we knew is that he had a crazy father that we never met and he wore the claw because he didn't have a hand. He just walked around our world with the red cape and the gold claw he was known for. But when I was six, and Vince was 11, he just mysteriously disappeared, leaving only his cape and claw behind.
Cloud claimed the accessories. But since Vince was born tall, the cape was much too large. But the claw almost fit Cloud. I remember the days when he used to chase around Aerith and Yuffie with the thing, scaring them. But the past is the past. No point dwelling in it, even though I find myself doing so every once in a while.
"Speaking of old Vince," Cloud started, "have you seen him lately?"
"It's a huge universe out there . . . but yes; I have seen him recently." I said, regretting the words afterward. I saw Vince at Seifer's world, Ysatnaf Lanif. He didn't even say hi to me. What a snob. But the point is I can't let Cloud know about Seifer or his world. It would destroy him.
As much as I think Cloud is a stupid jerk, I do know that he loves me very much. It is now that I realize that he truly does. It really won't affect my opinion of him very much. How could I have been so blind as to not see that Cloud has given his heart to me, and all I did was throw it to the floor and stomp on it.
The thing is, I don't feel the same. I mean, I used to love Cloud, but the feeling eventually faded over the years. But the guy really does deserve some credit for being so dedicated to me.
"Really? Where?" The blonde asked, now moving closer to me. Thinking fast, the only thing I could do was grab both sides of his head, and press my lips against his, pulling the both of us into a passionate kiss.
When we broke apart, we found ourselves lying on the ground, and he asked me, "What was that for?"
"Shut up, Cloud," I whispered, "and just hold me." He did so, wrapping his firm, muscular arms around me to give a tight, warm embrace.
"Yeah, I'll just hold you in my arms . . . and never let you go . . ." He whispered back. Then, he yawned and fell asleep. And it was then I realized in had gotten quite dark. So dark, in fact, that I could see the stars up there in the night sky.
Finding a shining blue ball of light, I thought to myself, 'Yeah, there's Ysatnaf Lanif. What a beauty. One day, I'll move into your world and your home, Seifer, then we can live the rest of our lives happy together.' Then, I drifted into a deep sleep, still with those strong arms wrapped around my thin form, with my last thoughts being:
'I hope you don't fondle me in any delicate areas while I'm asleep, Cloud, or else you're going to be in a whole world of hurt tomorrow morning.'
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QOC: Hey, pplz, that was a pretty good chapter, right? Anywho, plz review. It would make me VERY happy and it will give me more inspiration to write. Also, I thank every single one of my reviewers (except for my flamers, of course) for all their help with my story-writing!