The sword through my chest…the blood filling my lungs… I couldn't breathe; I was suffocating. I gasped as much as I could, but all I could do was drink my own blood and feel my heavy chest. I held my hand against it, not even bothering to attempt removing the sword that impaled me. So this was how Sephiroth wanted to watch me die… He wanted to lick the blood off my chest just like this. He wanted to smirk at me…just like that. Then when he was done he wanted to lay his head against my shoulder and brush his blood-stained fingers through my light hair, staining it for eternity, for he would never let my corpse rot. He had always wanted to kiss along my neck as I began to sweat and tremble from the pain. Just like that…everything was just like that moment.

"Cloud…" I heard his low voice whisper in my ear with his fingers trailing over my lips and the darkness coming with splotches of blood red.

He lifted his arms to my shoulders and started to shake me, getting irritated with me. Why…? Hadn't I died just the way he had always wanted? He continued to say my name, merging into a stream of noise. It was all just static. I couldn't hear anything anymore…just that constant buzzing hiss in the back of my mind.

Sephiroth…let my final rest be peaceful…

"Cloud…idiot," he murmured again as he pushed my body to the side with the sword falling from my chest.

It was dark…so dark… I wasn't dead yet… Why couldn't it just end so that pathetically easy serene escape could wash over my eyes?

I felt my chest… It was dry minus the sweat. I felt my face that was mixed with tears and sweat. I looked down below me and saw I was kneeling beside the bed I had ended up sharing with Squall, and that I was wheezing, incapable of breathing. I gasped and pressed my hand against my chest. It felt so heavy…just as though I hadn't been able to do anything. It weighed so greatly against me that it hurt… It hurt so much…

I felt an arm around me and pushed it off. Sephiroth, I still have control of my body now…I won't let you near me. I'll hide… I just need to get farther away…

Tears kept dripping down my face as though all the liquid from me would drain from there. I curled up and looked to the side, not wanting anyone to see how weak I was. I was scared…I had emotion…it was something I never wanted to have happen to me. I covered my eyes with my hands, trying to wipe it away.

That arm came back around me, but more gently this time, and somewhat timid. I leaned against its body and closed my eyes, not caring who it was anymore. I was weak, pathetic, and even so I deserved just a moment of peace.

"Breathe out of this," a voice instructed while a hand held out a paper bag to me.

I took it and covered my mouth with it as I gasped for air there instead. I watched the bag open and close as I tried to slow my breathing to a normal pace. It slowed down and at last I was breathing at the same level I would be if I had been running. It was better…much better…and I was actually getting air now.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" the voice…Squall…asked me.

"If I told you it'd waste my time," I muttered in response as I leaned back against the bed. "It's just the past anyway. What good comes from memories?"

"A nightmare that you can die from," he replied, suggesting what it must have been like to wake up to me having a night terror.

I shrugged and stood up, remembering I was still in Squall's boxers, and that the named boxers were drenched in my sweat. I'd slept in worse, so I walked back into the bed and knew exactly where I'd been sleeping by the feeling of the sheets. I leaned into them and closed my eyes, drifting off again.

"Hey…maybe you should just stay awake for now… We need to change the sheets," Squall mumbled as he pulled me by the shoulder.

"Don't make it sound like I wet the bed," I grumbled as I was pulled from my potential slumber and to the floor.

I leaned against the wall and watched him eye the boxers for a moment before he shook his head and went to his closet again, throwing a different pair at me and a wife-beater to go with it. I grunted and pulled off his blue boxers and slipped on the red ones. Red always reminded me of Vincent…and Vincent reminded me of Sephiroth. If I ever wanted to just think about him I'd always be pulled back to my puppet-master.

I pulled the wife-beater on next, watching as Squall pulled off the sheets and tossed them into the basket that Vincent's cloak and the rest of my clothes was in as he pulled on clean white ones. I stumbled forward in exhaustion, just as I usually did since a complete night of sleep was unheard of to me.

I could still remember…the first time I'd seen Squall after I had slept there for a few weeks. Squall had scene my dreams before, so I don't know why he bothered asking. It was obvious…or at least I always thought Yuffie and Aeris would spill it out eventually or gossip about the murderer constantly. Then again…I wasn't even really sure if they knew. I just thought everyone would most likely be able to just assume it.

"Squall…?"

"Leon."

"Why Leon?"

"I lost someone important to me…I want to lose that weakness."

"Coward…"

"…What did you run from that gives you such nightmares?"

"Myself."

Sephiroth…was me. Or rather…I was him, for he was the one that moved my strings so that I could bend my arms and legs and no longer be tormented with the pain of thinking. Just a doll, bowing to his master's will. With that final thought, the bed was made and I was pushed back into it, closing my eyes and falling into my cruel dreams before my head hit the pillow.

Notes: XD All I have to do is whine a little and you guys give me love T___T I'm so happy T__T *returns the love* This is my punishment for mocking you, isn't it? O_o; . This is cruel… (And for those that are confused…punishment=comments=have to keep writing=need more caffeine since playing B+W and .hack//MUTATION distracted me most of the day and it's currently 3:33 AM XD)

Mazzie Leonhart - XD Yes ma'am…or sir o.o;


Jade Phoenix - Updating once a day XD Or later once a day if I keep getting distracted by video games . Evil little things they are… And I'm glad you like it ^^ (Squall/Cloud=LOOVE XD)

Rune Ayame - I've been favorite-ed o.o;;; Thank you X3 I don't usually write fan fics O_o; Fui makes me write original stuffs with boy on boy sex every 7 pages and angst stained blood scenes between ^^ How I love Fui and her slave-driver ways X3 She banned me from fan fics a while ago, I think o.o; I just got this strange urge to write a KH one when I listened to Garbage and then switched to Ayumi Hamasaki songs where Ayumi Hamasaki doesn't sing… Weird mix .;

Elven-eyes: Aww, but I wanted to make Sephiroth all submissive and caring XD Actually, having issues with Squall… He keeps pretending to be an uke . I have to smack him and let him hog tie Cloud naked to a chimney in order to keep him on his cold distant manly-ness. Yeah, it isn't working too well in case you haven't noticed .;

Redtail-kun: O_o;;; Artistic? Elegant? O_o;;; Not at all… Annnnnngst is definitely there, I can't argue that one XD I should retitle it "The mellow-drama of Cloud Strife" XD

Toaster: You keep reading I'll keep writing o.o Unless my homework eats me…then I'll keep bitching and you can keep…umm…not reading XD

Aaaand, finally! The thing I missed most about fan fics was replying to all the comments X3 It takes up more room than the actual fic part O_o;; Hmm, maybe I shouldn't do that T__T