Sorry about the late update, had school. . Well, the previous chapter was sort of pointless. But let's face it, Cloud can't walk around in the same outfit for this entire fic. If he washes it, what's he gonna wear? Nothing? (Though I'm sure none of us would mind). And Sephy's clothes are more than likely way too big. So, I gave Cloud some clothes. ^_^ I honestly have no idea how many pointless fluff chapters I'm going to have, only as far as I feel like writing. Again, for warnings, check first chapter. (Remember, still in Cloud's POV, though I switch off sometimes)
White Demon's Treasure - Chapter 5
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A glare. That's what I hate about the sun, even if you close your eyes, it still makes itself known. I rolled on my side, and reluctantly threw off the warm covers. My vision cleared, and I was greeted by a warm breeze passing by the open window. I briefly wondered if I caught a cold. Wait, I can't watch those. Oh wait, I'm not in hell. So I do. Darn. The main problem besides the fact that the person you admired your entire life was supposed to molest you to save their soul, was getting used the fact that I was almost like any human when I was not in an supernatural place. Besides some demonic powers, I was just the same. Caught colds, threw up, needed to eat, use the bathroom, (and to my displeasure) got motion sick. It wasn't a major problem, but it gets frustrating.
Though it was never officially announced, I got off Sephiroth's couch, which served as my bed. The temptation of seeing if Sephiroth was still asleep crossed my mind, but I knew he'd be awake the instant I even walk in the direction of his room.
It was quiet. I put my palm to my chest. There was no beating. It was strange really. I can breathe (though I'm not sure if my lungs are working), but my heart never works. Sure, I'm dead, but my body still works fine. It's still strange for me. I've only died recently. Actually…when did I die? I lost the passage of time for a while. This is why I disliked the silence. It made me think about death, what happens afterwards, and what I am. Sure, people define demons in many ways. Flaming little imps with tails, fangs and pitchforks. It seemed actually rather funny to me. One thing, why would I want to be on fire? Even demons don't like being burnt. I don't have a tail, and I don't carry a farming tool with me. But I do have fangs, I just don't show it (yes, they are retractable, it's like a cat's claws). I find them interesting.
Others describe demons as creatures who pretend to be humans, and seduce people into traps and other evil shenanigan. The definitions are endless. So, just what is my definition for it? I'm not sure what a demon is, even if I am one. My body isn't rotting, isn't dead, but isn't alive. My body doesn't just heal after I get a wound like people would think, but it doesn't REALLY injure me. It just happens. It's…strange. It's like I'm alive. And when I'm on this world, I feel even more that way. But I'm not. But I'm not completely a demon, or what people call that. I don't try and tempt people into bad doings. Or maybe I just don't care enough. It's just another job.
So who was I really? What am I? It plagues my mind. It always bothered me, when I was alive. But it bothered me even more. And I hoped that when you're dead, you don't have emotions. Guess not. Since I still feel that same embarrassment around Sephiroth. I still can't even believe I got his case. But maybe Chief had something up his sleeve. Chief is always like that. Kind, but you just sometimes don't know what he's thinking. Chief was also a wonder himself. This entire ordeal bothered me.
"Deep thinking in the morning is bad for you." Sephiroth said. I gave a small jump, his voice breaking my long train of thoughts. "How'd you know?" I asked, surprised at how clearly Sephiroth saw through me. "Your eyes get glazed over, and have a misty look to them." he said. I blinked. How did he notice these things?
"Why are they bad?" I asked him. He smiled. "Well, that simple deep thinking will keep you thinking through the entire day, and you won't be able to concentrate on anything today." he said simply. I honestly never thought of that. I wondered over it a little. Does it really? Does that happen all that time? A light hit on my shoulder again broke my thoughts. "What did I just say about deep thoughts?" he asked. I blinked. "I was having deep thoughts about your comment on deep thoughts." I said. He sighed, giving a small smile.
"Well, I see your wearing it." the silver-haired general said. I looked down. I was wearing a sleeveless black shirt, with regular black pants. Both of which were just cotton. Apparently, while I was running through aisles of lace and leather with a spiky brown haired boy, Sephiroth had gone off to buy more casual pairs of clothes. One which I was wearing right now, another was beige cargo pants and yet another black shirt. Much more casual. If he had told me that he was buying me clothes, I wouldn't have bought Sora's recommended outfit. But it already happened. I had a miniature wardrobe already. How did these things happen?
"Well, yeah. I'm not going to sleep in leather and belts." I said dryly. Sephiroth only grinned. It was only then that I realized that Sephiroth was only wearing black boxers and a black leather jacket. I felt blood rushing to my cheeks, and I mentally cursed how easily I blushed. I got up, and headed for the bathroom. "Oh, sorry. I was just about to take a shower. Sorry, but I have an early class to teach today. Can I go first?" Sephiroth asked politely. Well, that explained why he wasn't…wearing as much as he usually did. I nodded, and headed for the kitchen, and seated myself. I heard the bathroom door shut. I looked at the shining kitchen, completely clean. Lifting myself off the stool, I opened his refrigerator lazily. I hadn't cooked much since I died, so I can't risk cooking anything too elaborate. One talent I was a little proud of was my ability to cook. I could cook rather well, though sometimes people made fun of it, calling it a womanly trait.
Grabbing various ingredients from the refrigerator, I got out a kitchen knife, and laid the cutting board. By the time I heard the bathroom door open, I had already gotten 4 dishes done, and I was just finishing a soup. Yup, still had it. "Mm, you'd make a good wife Strife." Sephiroth breathed into my ear. My body shook, barely stopping myself from jumping. I also lost my gripe on my knife, the blade cutting my arm. The wound didn't bleed. "Don't scare me like that." I said, rubbing a hand over the cut. "Sorry." he said, a tint of guilt in his voice. I grinned. " 'Sorry' is not enough." I said. I grabbed a metal soup spoon off the shelf, spooned some soup in, and shoved the utensil in Sephiroth's mouth. I held the handle of the spoon, so he couldn't spit it out, so he was forced to swallow the (burning) soup. He choked a little. I took the spoon out of his mouth. "Good?" I asked. He coughed. "Good…" (cough) "But too hot." he said. I only smiled, and laid the food on the table, leaving the soup for later (to cool off).
While I waited for the soup to cool off (Sephiroth was eating already, he had to leave soon, so that forced part maybe the only soup he tasted that day), I sunk into the sofa, and opened a novel I had found lying around. It was the end of the world, there was two forces, the baddie was a friend of the good guy, the baddie turned evil, who is going to die first, etc.[1] It was interesting. But you had to pay attention, or you get lost. But I ended up paying too much attention. I didn't noticed Sephiroth sneaking up behind me. I felt a gloved hand close around my throat, causing me to gasp for air. In advantage of that, I felt scalding soup pour into my mouth. The gloved hand went from throat to my mouth, keeping my mouth close effectively. My mind went blank.
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My head was lying on Sephiroth's lap, him stroking my hair. "I never knew someone could get heat stroke from soup." Sephiroth said thoughtfully. "Yeah…me either." I replied. He placed an ice packet on my head, and stood up, gently putting my head on the couch. "It's time for me to go. Take care of yourself." he said, leaving for the door. I nodded, and the automatic door glided shut.
I sunk back into the sofa. It was amazingly soft. I lazily grasped my cape, and pulled it over myself. It was quiet. I started to doze off. Then a felt something. Something hellish, a dark presence. The sort of thing that fills your entire body with a cold fear, and stops you from escaping it. I opened my eyes, and got up from the couch. "Good day Cloud." the man said. "V-Vincent! What are you doing here?" I stuttered. My superior strode over to my, and held my arm, examining the wound. He shook his head slightly. "You have be more careful here." he said, covering the cut with a claw. He pulled his arm back. The cut was gone. "I know." I said, looking at the floor. Something about Vincent made me feel…inferior. He was elegant, extremely powerful, and kind. In a way, he reminded me of Sephiroth.
The rather demonic man stalked around the room a bit, before casually leaning on a wall. "I simply came to check up on you." he answered finally. I opened my mouth. "Don't worry, you're not doing anything wrong. I have faith in you, I'm just checking. I have to, it's my job." he said simply. I nodded. Well, it was his job. I should stop freaking out so often. He gave a ghost of a smile. "So, how is Sephiroth doing? Has he attempted to take you?" Vincent said curiously. Though hot soup was not in my throat, I coughed. "What?" I asked. "Well, Cloud, he IS supposed to take your virginity." he said a little too bluntly. Heat went to my face. "Well, yes, but he hasn't done anything in that sense." I said, when I found my words. Vincent smiled. "Well, Cloud, may I stay over for dinner? I haven't had your cooking before, I heard it was divine, if you excuse the word." he said politely. I froze. "…what?"
The door opened. Sephiroth walked in casually, dropping Masamune, the door closing behind him. "Welcome back." I said. He looked up. "Hi." he said. Then he noticed Vincent behind me. A moment of silence passed. "Have…a friend over?" he asked. I awkwardly stepped aside. "Sephiroth, this is Vincent. Vincent, Sephiroth." I said, motioning. They gave nods to each other. Silence once again. I couldn't read their faces. "Well…I'll make dinner, okay?" I said. They turned, and gave a 'no-I-really-don't-mind' look. I set off to the kitchen.
The vampire-like man looked out a window. "The moon is beautiful tonight." he said, mostly to himself. He turned to the General near him. "May I go onto your balcony?" the man asked, motioning towards the door. Sephiroth nodded. "May I join you?" the silver haired man asked. The other man simply nodded.
The glass door slid open, the night crisp air filtering in. Vincent breathed it in, taking relish in the coldness. Sephiroth looked at the midnight blue blanketing the world. "Let me assure you of something. I'm not here to take away your soul in place of Cloud. You are Cloud's, and Cloud's alone." Vincent said to Sephiroth. "I have only come here to warn you of one thing." Vincent added. Sephiroth looked at him. "And, what would that be?" Sephiroth replied. A moment passed. Vincent, closed his eyes. He was still, becoming part of the night, feeling it wash over him. The cold wind blew slightly, obscuring Sephiroth's view slightly. "No matter what happens, do not fall in love with Cloud. It will only hurt both of you in the end." Vincent said softly. Sephiroth raised a questioning eyebrow. Vincent held up a clawed hand. "Do not question it. Just keep it in mind." he said. Sephiroth nodded.
"Dinner!" a voice from inside called. Both men turned in that direction. "Shall we go in now?" Vincent asked politely. "Yes." Sephiroth replied, sliding the glass door open for the guest, then walking in himself. The glass door closed quietly.
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I wiped the last plate with a towel, and closed the cabinet. I never figured out what Vincent and Sephiroth were talking about. The dinner went by well, though it seemed too…refined. Vincent complimented on my cooking, and left soon after. Sephiroth had went to sleep a little while ago, after I reassured him that I could take care of the cleaning.
After looking out the window for a few minutes, I walked towards Sephiroth's room. I noticed he was *slightly* less alert when he just fell asleep. It wasn't a big difference, but it was enough for me. I creaked his door open, stepping in quietly. Sephiroth was already asleep, his breathing even. I wondered if he knew what effect he had on people. His hair seemed to glow in the pale light, his complexion flawless. I felt a smile crawl on my face, and I pushed a strand of hair from his face.
And though I'm not quite sure, I thought that somewhere in my chest, my heart slowly started to beat.
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[1] - Yes, I'm talking about X from CLAMP. And no, I don't own X either. I have no idea why I stuck that in there, but I needed something in there. XP
Wow, I got 4 pages! (Well, including notes and junk) -shock- Well, reviews and constructive criticism is appreciated.
White Demon's Treasure - Chapter 5
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A glare. That's what I hate about the sun, even if you close your eyes, it still makes itself known. I rolled on my side, and reluctantly threw off the warm covers. My vision cleared, and I was greeted by a warm breeze passing by the open window. I briefly wondered if I caught a cold. Wait, I can't watch those. Oh wait, I'm not in hell. So I do. Darn. The main problem besides the fact that the person you admired your entire life was supposed to molest you to save their soul, was getting used the fact that I was almost like any human when I was not in an supernatural place. Besides some demonic powers, I was just the same. Caught colds, threw up, needed to eat, use the bathroom, (and to my displeasure) got motion sick. It wasn't a major problem, but it gets frustrating.
Though it was never officially announced, I got off Sephiroth's couch, which served as my bed. The temptation of seeing if Sephiroth was still asleep crossed my mind, but I knew he'd be awake the instant I even walk in the direction of his room.
It was quiet. I put my palm to my chest. There was no beating. It was strange really. I can breathe (though I'm not sure if my lungs are working), but my heart never works. Sure, I'm dead, but my body still works fine. It's still strange for me. I've only died recently. Actually…when did I die? I lost the passage of time for a while. This is why I disliked the silence. It made me think about death, what happens afterwards, and what I am. Sure, people define demons in many ways. Flaming little imps with tails, fangs and pitchforks. It seemed actually rather funny to me. One thing, why would I want to be on fire? Even demons don't like being burnt. I don't have a tail, and I don't carry a farming tool with me. But I do have fangs, I just don't show it (yes, they are retractable, it's like a cat's claws). I find them interesting.
Others describe demons as creatures who pretend to be humans, and seduce people into traps and other evil shenanigan. The definitions are endless. So, just what is my definition for it? I'm not sure what a demon is, even if I am one. My body isn't rotting, isn't dead, but isn't alive. My body doesn't just heal after I get a wound like people would think, but it doesn't REALLY injure me. It just happens. It's…strange. It's like I'm alive. And when I'm on this world, I feel even more that way. But I'm not. But I'm not completely a demon, or what people call that. I don't try and tempt people into bad doings. Or maybe I just don't care enough. It's just another job.
So who was I really? What am I? It plagues my mind. It always bothered me, when I was alive. But it bothered me even more. And I hoped that when you're dead, you don't have emotions. Guess not. Since I still feel that same embarrassment around Sephiroth. I still can't even believe I got his case. But maybe Chief had something up his sleeve. Chief is always like that. Kind, but you just sometimes don't know what he's thinking. Chief was also a wonder himself. This entire ordeal bothered me.
"Deep thinking in the morning is bad for you." Sephiroth said. I gave a small jump, his voice breaking my long train of thoughts. "How'd you know?" I asked, surprised at how clearly Sephiroth saw through me. "Your eyes get glazed over, and have a misty look to them." he said. I blinked. How did he notice these things?
"Why are they bad?" I asked him. He smiled. "Well, that simple deep thinking will keep you thinking through the entire day, and you won't be able to concentrate on anything today." he said simply. I honestly never thought of that. I wondered over it a little. Does it really? Does that happen all that time? A light hit on my shoulder again broke my thoughts. "What did I just say about deep thoughts?" he asked. I blinked. "I was having deep thoughts about your comment on deep thoughts." I said. He sighed, giving a small smile.
"Well, I see your wearing it." the silver-haired general said. I looked down. I was wearing a sleeveless black shirt, with regular black pants. Both of which were just cotton. Apparently, while I was running through aisles of lace and leather with a spiky brown haired boy, Sephiroth had gone off to buy more casual pairs of clothes. One which I was wearing right now, another was beige cargo pants and yet another black shirt. Much more casual. If he had told me that he was buying me clothes, I wouldn't have bought Sora's recommended outfit. But it already happened. I had a miniature wardrobe already. How did these things happen?
"Well, yeah. I'm not going to sleep in leather and belts." I said dryly. Sephiroth only grinned. It was only then that I realized that Sephiroth was only wearing black boxers and a black leather jacket. I felt blood rushing to my cheeks, and I mentally cursed how easily I blushed. I got up, and headed for the bathroom. "Oh, sorry. I was just about to take a shower. Sorry, but I have an early class to teach today. Can I go first?" Sephiroth asked politely. Well, that explained why he wasn't…wearing as much as he usually did. I nodded, and headed for the kitchen, and seated myself. I heard the bathroom door shut. I looked at the shining kitchen, completely clean. Lifting myself off the stool, I opened his refrigerator lazily. I hadn't cooked much since I died, so I can't risk cooking anything too elaborate. One talent I was a little proud of was my ability to cook. I could cook rather well, though sometimes people made fun of it, calling it a womanly trait.
Grabbing various ingredients from the refrigerator, I got out a kitchen knife, and laid the cutting board. By the time I heard the bathroom door open, I had already gotten 4 dishes done, and I was just finishing a soup. Yup, still had it. "Mm, you'd make a good wife Strife." Sephiroth breathed into my ear. My body shook, barely stopping myself from jumping. I also lost my gripe on my knife, the blade cutting my arm. The wound didn't bleed. "Don't scare me like that." I said, rubbing a hand over the cut. "Sorry." he said, a tint of guilt in his voice. I grinned. " 'Sorry' is not enough." I said. I grabbed a metal soup spoon off the shelf, spooned some soup in, and shoved the utensil in Sephiroth's mouth. I held the handle of the spoon, so he couldn't spit it out, so he was forced to swallow the (burning) soup. He choked a little. I took the spoon out of his mouth. "Good?" I asked. He coughed. "Good…" (cough) "But too hot." he said. I only smiled, and laid the food on the table, leaving the soup for later (to cool off).
While I waited for the soup to cool off (Sephiroth was eating already, he had to leave soon, so that forced part maybe the only soup he tasted that day), I sunk into the sofa, and opened a novel I had found lying around. It was the end of the world, there was two forces, the baddie was a friend of the good guy, the baddie turned evil, who is going to die first, etc.[1] It was interesting. But you had to pay attention, or you get lost. But I ended up paying too much attention. I didn't noticed Sephiroth sneaking up behind me. I felt a gloved hand close around my throat, causing me to gasp for air. In advantage of that, I felt scalding soup pour into my mouth. The gloved hand went from throat to my mouth, keeping my mouth close effectively. My mind went blank.
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My head was lying on Sephiroth's lap, him stroking my hair. "I never knew someone could get heat stroke from soup." Sephiroth said thoughtfully. "Yeah…me either." I replied. He placed an ice packet on my head, and stood up, gently putting my head on the couch. "It's time for me to go. Take care of yourself." he said, leaving for the door. I nodded, and the automatic door glided shut.
I sunk back into the sofa. It was amazingly soft. I lazily grasped my cape, and pulled it over myself. It was quiet. I started to doze off. Then a felt something. Something hellish, a dark presence. The sort of thing that fills your entire body with a cold fear, and stops you from escaping it. I opened my eyes, and got up from the couch. "Good day Cloud." the man said. "V-Vincent! What are you doing here?" I stuttered. My superior strode over to my, and held my arm, examining the wound. He shook his head slightly. "You have be more careful here." he said, covering the cut with a claw. He pulled his arm back. The cut was gone. "I know." I said, looking at the floor. Something about Vincent made me feel…inferior. He was elegant, extremely powerful, and kind. In a way, he reminded me of Sephiroth.
The rather demonic man stalked around the room a bit, before casually leaning on a wall. "I simply came to check up on you." he answered finally. I opened my mouth. "Don't worry, you're not doing anything wrong. I have faith in you, I'm just checking. I have to, it's my job." he said simply. I nodded. Well, it was his job. I should stop freaking out so often. He gave a ghost of a smile. "So, how is Sephiroth doing? Has he attempted to take you?" Vincent said curiously. Though hot soup was not in my throat, I coughed. "What?" I asked. "Well, Cloud, he IS supposed to take your virginity." he said a little too bluntly. Heat went to my face. "Well, yes, but he hasn't done anything in that sense." I said, when I found my words. Vincent smiled. "Well, Cloud, may I stay over for dinner? I haven't had your cooking before, I heard it was divine, if you excuse the word." he said politely. I froze. "…what?"
The door opened. Sephiroth walked in casually, dropping Masamune, the door closing behind him. "Welcome back." I said. He looked up. "Hi." he said. Then he noticed Vincent behind me. A moment of silence passed. "Have…a friend over?" he asked. I awkwardly stepped aside. "Sephiroth, this is Vincent. Vincent, Sephiroth." I said, motioning. They gave nods to each other. Silence once again. I couldn't read their faces. "Well…I'll make dinner, okay?" I said. They turned, and gave a 'no-I-really-don't-mind' look. I set off to the kitchen.
The vampire-like man looked out a window. "The moon is beautiful tonight." he said, mostly to himself. He turned to the General near him. "May I go onto your balcony?" the man asked, motioning towards the door. Sephiroth nodded. "May I join you?" the silver haired man asked. The other man simply nodded.
The glass door slid open, the night crisp air filtering in. Vincent breathed it in, taking relish in the coldness. Sephiroth looked at the midnight blue blanketing the world. "Let me assure you of something. I'm not here to take away your soul in place of Cloud. You are Cloud's, and Cloud's alone." Vincent said to Sephiroth. "I have only come here to warn you of one thing." Vincent added. Sephiroth looked at him. "And, what would that be?" Sephiroth replied. A moment passed. Vincent, closed his eyes. He was still, becoming part of the night, feeling it wash over him. The cold wind blew slightly, obscuring Sephiroth's view slightly. "No matter what happens, do not fall in love with Cloud. It will only hurt both of you in the end." Vincent said softly. Sephiroth raised a questioning eyebrow. Vincent held up a clawed hand. "Do not question it. Just keep it in mind." he said. Sephiroth nodded.
"Dinner!" a voice from inside called. Both men turned in that direction. "Shall we go in now?" Vincent asked politely. "Yes." Sephiroth replied, sliding the glass door open for the guest, then walking in himself. The glass door closed quietly.
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I wiped the last plate with a towel, and closed the cabinet. I never figured out what Vincent and Sephiroth were talking about. The dinner went by well, though it seemed too…refined. Vincent complimented on my cooking, and left soon after. Sephiroth had went to sleep a little while ago, after I reassured him that I could take care of the cleaning.
After looking out the window for a few minutes, I walked towards Sephiroth's room. I noticed he was *slightly* less alert when he just fell asleep. It wasn't a big difference, but it was enough for me. I creaked his door open, stepping in quietly. Sephiroth was already asleep, his breathing even. I wondered if he knew what effect he had on people. His hair seemed to glow in the pale light, his complexion flawless. I felt a smile crawl on my face, and I pushed a strand of hair from his face.
And though I'm not quite sure, I thought that somewhere in my chest, my heart slowly started to beat.
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[1] - Yes, I'm talking about X from CLAMP. And no, I don't own X either. I have no idea why I stuck that in there, but I needed something in there. XP
Wow, I got 4 pages! (Well, including notes and junk) -shock- Well, reviews and constructive criticism is appreciated.
