THE DEVIL BEHIND THE DISGUISE PART 8- REALISATIONS

I'M NOT THE PRODUCER, CREATOR EDITOR OR ANY ELSE OF FINAL FANTASY 7- I WISH

NOTE- THERES A YAOI MOMENT COMNG UP

As Cloud entered the bar a tidal wave of noise roared in his ears and he was forcefully knocked backwards by a couple of bodies.

'Cloud where have you been-'

'We were so worried-'

'We thought you were-'

Tifa and Cait Sith sheepishly helped him up and ushered him inside. Red XIII followed silently and lay down under the bar watching them with a single eye. After an hour of drinking and relaying most of his story, Cloud looked around the bar for any sign of Yuffie. His heart skipped a beat. In one of the shady corners Vincent stared out at him. He noticed Vincent was running one, long nailed finger along his quicksilver handgun, somehow inconspicuously. Cloud managed to suppress a shudder and averted his gaze.

'Hey guys, where's Yuffie?' he asked Tifa looked doubtful.

'Last night, Vincent came back with her. She was unconscious- next thing we knew you had gone and Vincent acting well...weirder then before. Yuffie is in her room resting. She keeps asking after you.' Cloud tried to look surprised.

'Uh.... really? Cloud found this very difficult to stomach. He wasn't sure how he was going to try and persuade Yuffie or Vincent what happened even though he wasn't sure himself. It was past midnight when the 7th Heaven started to empty

. 'Are you coming Cloud?' Tifa put a hand on his shoulder. He shook his head. After Tifa left, he got another drink. Twenty minutes later he was completely wrecked and disorientated. He managed to stagger up the stairs and stumble across the landing until he bumped into someone taller than he was. He was sober enough to realise it was Vincent.

'I need to talk to you Vin' he slurred

'About what? Going to tell me the full details of why you randomly attack people? He hissed. 'Like I'm going to get any sense out of you, anyway I saw what happened that night.'

'Just hear me out'

In reply, Vincent turned and disappeared into a spare room. Cloud found him sitting on the bed, staring out of the window.

'I didn't strangle her Vincent, I swear- why would I stra-' Cloud broke off as he swayed dangerously. His eyes rolled upwards in their sockets as he toppled forewards. Vincent caught him before he hit the floor and lowered him onto the bed. He cursed softly.

'You idiot you're drunk' he growled.

'I know' Cloud replied wearily 'but does it matter here?'

Vincent looked slightly taken aback. 'We have each other.' it may have been the alcohol that had gone straight to his head, but he was seeing Vincent in a completely different light, how beautiful he really was. Cloud wondered how many girls he must have been with or turned down. His sharp cheekbones, pale skin and silky black hair- they all added to his flattering looks.
Cloud felt himself leaning forward. He closed his eyes and felt his lips brush against Vincent's. When Vincent did not pull away gave himself in completely. Moonlight beams struck their faces sending strips of light across the floor. Was anyone watching? Are they getting the wrong idea? Or the right one?

Only 3 more chapters to go...the ending may surprise you :b

Yami.D