Author's Notes: Well, you guys met my demands. Hell, you exceeded my demands. For that, you get another chapter before the beginning of the week. See how simple that was? I really didn't think that I was asking a lot out of you.

I'm sorry if you see words that run together. It's not my fault, I swear it. I keep editting it, but I new ones appear when I fix it. It's the editor thing, not me. I promise you that I'm not that stupid.

Warnings: Some swearing and suggestive themes.

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"If you judge people, you have no time to love them."

Mother Teresa

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The sounds of the door opening drifted through the flat, rousing the brunet on the couch. With his eyes half opened lazily, he rolled over and stared at the front door, watching as Cloud reentered his home. The blond carelessly closed the door, as though he had forgotten about the guest on the couch and stepped further in.

Leon's head buzzed with questions about the blond's sudden entrance. However, the brunet was not the first to speak.

"Good, you're up." The blond narrowed his eyes accusingly at Leon, shifting his gaze towards his leg, "Can you walk?"

Growling a bit, Leon sat himself up and gave Cloud an annoyed look. "I haven't tried yet." He sounded as though he thought Cloud was an idiot, which he did.

"Then try," came the simple answer as Cloud left the room, heading into his little kitchen to search for food. "I've been up for the past three hours, so I took it upon myself to get you some breakfast. You kind of slept through it, but if you still want some, you can have it."

Leon shot a disbelieving look towards the blond as he walked back into the room with a brown bag in hand, offering it to him. Had he forgotten that they did not get along previously? It was a kind gesture, but he truly had not been expecting it.

"They're bagels. I wasn't sure what you wanted, so I got a few. Pick one, two, or the whole thing. I really don't care." Sitting down on the couch beside him, Cloud glanced at the broken coffee table that he had dragged back to the center of the room that morning. He had repaired it as best as he could, using super glue, duct tape, and a few magazines piled up as a foot. "I'm not sure how stable this is," he told him honestly as he set the bag down on the cracked surface, "But I think it should be okay."

Leon shook his head slowly, raising a brow as he asked, "Where were you?"

"Just now?" Cloud shrugged a bit, "Getting electricity. Check it out." Glowing with pride, he stood up and walked to the front door, clicking the light switch beside it. The ceiling fan began to spin on command, and Cloud gestured to it, "See?"

"..." Rolling his eyes, Leon leaned back on the couch and shook his head, unable to believe how incredibly strange this other was. Sure, he had thought he was from the beginning, but this took the cake. "Amazing."

"I know," came the smug answer, even though Cloud heard the sarcasm that laced the brunet's words. He truly did not care, considering that he knew it was a positive thing. Electricity in his home opened a whole new world for him. He could buy cold food and store them away, see when it was dark, and vacuum the carpet. These were just a few of what all he could do, and for this, he prided himself.

Leon ignored the comment, spotting his gunblade leaning on the wall next to Cloud's sword. He then decided that the blond was not incredibly stupid; he had not forgotten about his blade in the rain. With his memory slowly kicking back into speed, he shifted his eyes to the window to see that the clouds had dispersed, and that it was no longer raining. Instead, it seemed to be beautiful outside.

Snapping out of his thoughts, he noticed that the blond was staring at him, giving him an odd sort of look. It seemed as though he wanted to know what was running through Leon's head. Naturally, Leon said nothing and just returned the look.

"So," Cloud started, looking down at the brown bag, "Are you going to eat or not? I don't have anything to put on it, since I just got a working refrigerator, but they're not so bad plain."

With a shrug, Leon took the bag and looked in it to see what kind of bagels Cloud had bought. There was nothing too exciting within it, but he felt as though he wanted nothing more than a plain one. Grabbing what he had chosen, he began to eat it, staring blankly at the wall in front of him.

"I should get a TV," Cloud muttered, walking over to his red chair and sitting himself in it. From his position, he got a clear view of his door, the couch, and an empty spot that was screaming to be filled by a television screen. His company was not very exciting and he needed something to do; he was not about to leave the man alone in his home.

He needs to stop talking to himself. Leon continued to eat, ignoring the other's presence entirely. He felt that it was not his job to speak with him and get to know him, but it did not seem as though the blond was going to let it remain quiet.

After five minutes of Cloud attempting to converse with Leon, he let the silence fall over them once more. The silence was uncomfortable, though there was nothing he could do. The brunet was avoiding him like the plague, not even acknowledging him anymore when he spoke. Not only was it getting on his nerves, but it was making befriending him entirely too difficult.

A knock on the door sounded, in a beat which the knocker must have found to be cute. The blond was able to recognize the sound anywhere, and he instantly stood up to let them in. The moment he had his hand on the doorknob, the door swung opened as the person made their entrance as noticeable as possible.

"Cloud! You didn't tell me you were here!" Cloud was locked in a bone crushing hug by a petite brunette with a wide grin on her face. She was enjoying causing the other discomfort.

"Hey, Yuffie." Pushing her away, he stared at her with a half smile, "How'd you find me?"

"With my amazing x-ray vision, Spiky!" She clapped her hands together, giving him an innocent look. The look was nothing more than an awful lie, of course, but the thief enjoyed pretending that she was an angel. She then noticed Leon sitting on the couch, giving her that look that he always gave her when she said something like she had, and the look bothered her. "And you have Leon over! Aw, are you guys friends?"

"Hardly," Cloud answered coolly, shutting the door and looking to Leon. "The heartless took a nice swing at his leg, so I brought him here last night."

Yuffie began to giggle, nudging the blond in the gut with her elbow. "What did you guys do last night?"

Leon snorted from the couch, leaning into the cushions once more to get comfortable.

Cloud, on the other hand, did not like what she was suggesting and was more than willing to say so. "Yeah right." Contradicting himself, the slightest of blushes had dusted onto his face, barely visible on his pale complexion.

"Denial," Yuffie sang with a grin. However, she changed the subject dramatically once she spotted the brown bag on the haphazardous coffee table. "Someone bag a lunch?" Bounding over to it, she swiftly snatched it up and looked into it, avoiding Cloud's hand as he attempted to snatch it back from her. "Hey, bagels!" She then helped herself to one, dropping the bag back onto the table with a loud 'thunk'.

"Yeah, Yuffie, you can have one," Cloud drawled with a sigh, picking up the bag and taking it back to the kitchen.

"How bad is that leg, Squally?" the thief asked, munching on the bagel in contentment. She received nothing but a shrug as an answer, which made her poke the warrior's knee. He swatted at her hand, and she beamed. "Well?"

"I haven't checked," he told her, his aggravation notable in his voice.

"Check," both Cloud and Yuffie chorused, making Leon quirk a brow.

"Up!" the girl commanded, grabbing his wrist and tugging on him. That did nothing but make him pull back, getting out of her grasp easily. "Come on! We have to see if we need to cut it off!"

"Don't cut his leg off in my house, okay?" Cloud asked as he reentered the living room, a glass of water in his hands, "You'll stain the carpet."

Yuffie only nodded, grabbing Leon's wrist once more in attempt to get him up. "Don't be so stubborn. How're you going to know unless you put some pressure on it?"

Once again, in reflex, Leon pulled his wrist away. He then glared at her, daring her silently to try that again.

Wisely, the brunette did not grab him again, but instead, she tried a new tactic. She walked over to the two swords leaning on the wall, and expertly snatched the gunblade. Then, giving the man on the couch an irritating smile, she darted out of the door.

Her plan worked.

Leon was off of the couch and out of the door after her almost as fast as she had left, chasing her down the stairs and out of the building, catching up with her after a while. When he came on her heels, he snatched her by the arm and swung her around to face him, his rage flickering in the back of his eyes. "Give it to me," he commanded in a low growl, entirely humorless.

"Your leg works!" Yuffie squeaked triumphantly, giving him his weapon back slowly.

"I don't care."

Cloud stood in the archway of the apartment building, laughing at Leon's reaction. He was so incredibly tense, and Cloud had absolutely no idea how he had managed to survive around some of his old friends. The man could not have possibly gotten along with them, he reasoned.

"I want another bagel," Yuffie exclaimed as she rushed passed Cloud and back into the apartment complex, bouncing up the stairs and running right back into his room.

Knowing better than to leave the little thief in his house alone, the blond followed behind her, leaving Leon to do the same. He did not have to follow, but he had chosen to. Perhaps he enjoyed the torture?

"Don't touch that!" Cloud barked, catching the girl in the act of looking into his wallet.

"Something in there you don't want me to see?" Yuffie beamed, looking into all of the pockets for anything of value.

The blond plucked it out of her hands, pocketing it with a frown on his face. "Don't take it upon yourself to look through my stuff. No, you can't have any of it, and yes, I will kill you if you steal anything from me."

"So rude," she commented, pouting.

"Whatever." Cloud began to walk towards his chair once more, picking up the glass that he had set down.

"You know what? I'm going! There was no money in there anyway!" Stomping her feet, she left the apartment, but not before snatching another bagel from the bag.

"Like I would leave my money sitting around like that?" Cloud shook his head, reclining into his chair as Leon walked back in. Offering him a look, he asked, "Forgotten something?"

The brunet instantly turned around, taking note of his horrible mistake of coming back into the flat. The blond was quicker than he was though, shutting the door before he got the chance to leave. "What?"

Glaring, Cloud shoved Leon into the wall, placing his hands on either side of his head. He had him pinned, leaning close to him as he growled out, "Son of a bitch. You're so damned ungrateful. I took time out of my life to help you, and you don't even begin to thank me."

Leon returned the glare, though he was entirely uncomfortable with the blond so close to him. He did not fight him out of the way however, which he found odd for himself.

"You don't even care, do you?" Cloud asked roughly, pressing himself closer to the brunet.

"I don't," he breathed out, keeping his gaze as even as he could. He found his thoughts elsewhere, and it was bothering him. What did he care if the man was so close to him? But if he did not care, why was he focused so intently on the blond's lips?

"You even admit it," the blond hissed between his teeth, the rage radiating off of him like a lit fire.

In order to settle the spat, Leon closed the distance between them by pressing his lips roughly on the other's, taking Cloud by complete surprise. His blue eyes were wide in shock, but he found himself returning the kiss with just as much force.

It was a kiss of dominance, as though their argument was being thrown into it. There was a blaze within it, the anger and disagreement taking toll of the situation. They were battling, getting on each other's last nerve.

Leon took Cloud's bottom lip between his teeth and bit down, receiving a satisfying response of a shiver. It was then that the battle began to die, as the blond became more and more submissive to the other.

They were unaware of two pairs of eyes watching them.

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Author's Notes: All I really need to say is that I'm not a Squffie fan, so I'm sorry about that. And also, brunet is not spelled incorrectly. If I'm remembering French right (I take Spanish), there's feminine and masculine in the language. Brunet and blond are masculine, whereas brunette and blonde are feminine. They're not English words. Taking into account that Leon is a guy, he would be a brunet. I, on the other hand, would be a brunette. See? But thanks for the help. ;D

And so you know, their relationship is not going anywhere. They are not in love, and they don't really like each other much.

Thank you to Schu, PyroFirePower, boredperson, bladegryphon, Cherrii, and AngelKairi. I appreciate your thoughts so much!

This story will be held ransom until I get a certain number of reviews. However, this time, I won't tell you how many. You'll just have to review and hope that I get enough. But don't fret, I'm not thinking of a number over ten more reviews. I'm more realistic than that.