OMG. I am so sorry. I haven't updated in forever. However, I have invested in something time consuming called a life. Its hard to maintain. And I just never have the time to write a decent fic for you. But I have some time off between semesters, and In this hyper haze, I shall write a small one shot. Unless you wish for it to be continued.
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Ready For The Good Times
Blinding lights, flashing all about. Most people were in a hyper catatonic state, Arms flailing in the air as they moved. Music blared, pounding in on his head. His short outfit was revealing, and his pale skin glistened with sweat.
He was dancing as well. He didn't remember when he was last so happy. So…He couldn't explain it. He just felt like dancing. Blonde locks obscured his eyes, arms above his head, jumping and twisting like the mass of bodies around him.
This was strange. His head pounded, but it was numbed by something. What did he have to drink? He couldn't remember. He was floating in a nightmare land of magenta haze. And reality was doing some SERIOUS tripping. But not the bad kind. Just. Plain freaky.
He was in a drunken haze. He could smell it all around him, but something more overpowering made him forget. It was what compelled him to dance. In tune with the music and the lights, illuminating then darkening, so that someone could disappear and reappear. And something did. He saw it in his minds eye.
Someone moved through the crowd eyeing him, like a predator. He was the prey. He refused to stop. His body moved on its own. Something had seized him from he inside. It was telling him to move. And he obeyed. He couldn't hear the words. He couldn't hear anything. He couldn't see. There was only the here and the now.
Silky locks spilt over his shoulder as a form was flush against his own. He was twisting and writhing, not in pain or escape. If only to keep the warmth against him. He was dimly aware of speech. '…find you…my dear…' But he couldn't hear. He couldn't breathe. But he didn't need too.
Only the words that mattered he heard. And he moaned out a name, he knew to be true. That dark chuckle emitted from the throat of the man he knew to be there. The youth turned and looked up. Catatonic sapphire eyes met glaring green. The figure leant down and captured his lips in a kiss.
The world fell away from him, and he clung to the figure as though his own life depended on it. And it did. The youth moaned lightly. He wished for the now never to end, for the searing kiss never to stop. But it did. The loss hurt him. But breath on his ear alerted him to the one thing he needed to hear. 'I've found you Cloud…'