Warnings: This fanfiction contains Shounen-ai/Yaoi, some language and mild explicit sexual scenes. If you don't like it, then just kindly click the back button. If you do however, sit and relax and enjoy. Please no flaming, thanks.

Pairings: Cloud/Kadaj, Kadaj/Cloud centric.

A/N: Thanks for the reviews! That made me a happy camper. Thanks again!

Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children in such a way. I just abuse the bishies in it for my personal usage. I also don't own the name of this title of this drabble, El Péndulo by Cirque Du Soleil. The song just inspired me to write.

/.../ Flashbacks

Materia Two:

E L -P E N D U L O -E N D E

The hot water sprayed from the rusty shower head, cascading down on the muscular body. The lucid liquid ran down rinsing dirt and grime that resided on the male figure. He rested his hand on the tiles of the old shower wall with the cracks filled with mildew. Blond locks fell limp as the steam build in the tiny area. His blue mako eyes narrowed softly and breathe in and out quietly. His mouth gaped opened wanting to speak, but nothing came out the vocal box. Something was wrong with him. Even himself, the Ex-Solider who saved the world once again from utter darkness and oblivion, felt like he was on the verge of passing. This isn't supposed to happen. None of this supposed to happen. He shouldn't be happy living a prosperous life. He shouldn't feel remorse for someone who deliberately turn into an inhuman god. Why do he feel regretfulness? How come no one else feels it besides him? Why is such strong compassionate feelings after the matter?

He sat down of the bed of the tub, bringing his knees closer to him, hugging them, letting the shower washing him away. Then ...something happened. A unknown anger formed within him, causing him to dig his nails into his skin, drawing small amounts of blood. Cloud gritted his teeth and stood back up, punching the wall with his fist. Over and over and over again, he strikes at the glistering walls. Why was he so confused? He didn't understand. The more he thought about it, the harder he punched the tiles.

At what seemed like minutes or hours or even days, he stopped and rested his head against the wall, bringing his hands to his face. Silent sobs of hatred and fear filled the air. Memories...all he had was memories..

As soon as he started to remember, pale white light started to surround the confused body. The more he remembered, the brighter it got.

/"So you came here as expected!"/

/"I was finally able to meet Mother."/

/"I'm just a puppet afterall...just the same as the old you!"/

/"I'll will show you...my Reunion."/

/"Brother..."/

/"Thank you..."/

There. He was there again. The aroma of sweet flowers brought back his senses. Or what was left of it. He looked to his left. To his right. Nothing was near him or by him. Cloud was alone. Just like in reality. He looked down at himself to find that he was fully clothed up and down. Gloves and all. At the corner of his left eye, he catches a figure walking towards him, striding in such a way, that seem familiar to memory.

Aeris? He questioned a loud. Closer and closer came the walking figure until it was in clear plain view. Cloud's breathing stopped in his throat, his ocean blue eyes widen at the sight.

Kadaj.

He couldn't say his name. He couldn't bring himself to say it. After so many years of tearing his mind, body and heart into shreds, he couldn't hold much longer.

"You came to me." Kadaj said, cupping Cloud's face, rubbing his thumb across the older male pink lips. "How can I ever lay to rest if you're thinking like that about me?" he said following a soft 'hm?' trailing behind. After a few moments of staring into the mans eyes, he sighed.

"Oh..I guess you can't tell anymore. Can you, Brother?" the teen said, leaning closer to the Ex-Solider. He sneaked a hand around the back of Cloud's head, bringing him down a few inches from his full lips. Their noses touched and their breath was hot and sensual. Kadaj stepped closer to mold their bodies perfectly and mashed their groins together through the thick layers of clothing. Cloud's half lit eyes unfocused and refocused on the boy he lusted and perhaps, cared. Yes, he did cared. He cared so much, that he's willing to pass onto the Lifestream willingly.

"Reality and a dream is hard to decipher, isn't it?" the sliver haired teen said gently, grabbing a fist full of golden locks.

"This Cloud...is a dream."

Their lips met but only to be forgotten as the limp body laid in the bottom of the tub, with the shower running forever.

A/N: Yikes! Please don't kill me! Spare me! Instead of thinking about killing me, how about reviewing? Hmm? Only 48 Left to go!