Catch Your Shadow

Chapter Two:

AN: Hey y'all. I like this story. A lot. So I'm writing a new chapter without posting the first one yet. So if anyone has flamed or reviewed me, I haven't gotten it yet. But thank you to the ends of the Earth if you've nicely reviewed me. I'll try not to disappoint in this chapter. (I hope…) Wish me luck!

Disclaimer: Your mother was a hamster, and your father smelt of elderberries! Not mine.

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Cloud woke up on the couch the next morning and automatically remembered the silver beauty sleeping down the hall. Then he remembered the wings and he was able to forget the beauty of his eyes. He didn't want to wake him unless he was rested, and having nowhere to go since giving up on school, he decided to take a shower. He strode down his hallway stretching his body like a cat and mumbling about the pains from the lumpy couch. Tonight, he thought sneakily, he would suggest they share the futon. He cracked his neck as he turned on the shower. He stripped fast and stepped in.

After getting out, he brushed through his hair and all the spikes returned. For a moment he regretted putting in the dark blue hair dye on the tips of the spikes. Then he saw how it matched his eyes and his ego told him it was a good mistake. Plus it was only semi dye, so it would wash out soon. (AN: Mine's teal this week….)

With a towel wrapped around his waist he remembered all his clothes were in his room. He cursed in English, something he was quite proud to have learned. He peeked out the bathroom and down the hallway. His room door was shut and the aura coming from it told him to stay away. He wondered not for the first time if he'd upset his angelic stranger. His? What was he talking about?

The man was no more his then he was happy. He shook his head, determination showing on his face, and made his way commando style down his hallway. After all, he'd always been told he was overdramatic. As he jumped up at his door and hugged the door frame, arms spread out; he began to hum the James Bond theme lightly. Praying he was quiet he let his sweaty palms rest on the doorknob. As he braced himself, he took a few deep breaths then opened the door wide enough so he could barely peek inside. His body was tense, and his towel was slowly slipping down farther and farther.

Not even realizing this, he opened the door farther to get a view of his futon on the far side of the room. He was up. Cloud cursed in English again in his mind and tried not to slam the door from his jumpy reflexes. He bit his lip very hard and knew he was drawing blood. Sephiroth was facing the wall, sitting straight backed; the only sign of his being alive was his back rising slightly with his inhaling of breath. His wings were folded and limp on his back.

Cloud noticed the small cone-like tips and the sharp look of them. He tried not to loose focus. He wanted to just sneak in, but he knew he'd be caught. His dresser was on the opposite side of the room, over beige carpeted floor, past the futon where the silver-haired winged man sat. Cloud flashed a glance at him, realizing he noticed something new about him each time. This time it was that his hair was almost to his knees, which he'd observed previously, but that the hair parted over the wings, and re-met down near the small of his back. His shirt was off.

Cloud gulped, trying not to stare too much at the god-like figure and knotted muscles. He wanted to rub all the tension out of him, but knew he would never have the chance. Shaking his head and letting his wet spikes fall again into his face- more this time due to the fact that they weren't as…spiky when wet-he slid the door open just a bit farther, cringing when it made a swish on the carpet. "Oh, just come in already." Cloud froze like an ice statue as Sephiroth sighed and turned around.

His bright, almost neon eyes seemed dulled this morning, when last night they had burned in intensity. Cloud made a "heh-heh" noise, grinning and blushing slightly upon remembering he was only in a towel and this was slipping horribly. He pulled it up and looked away. "Forgot my clothes were in here." He mumbled to the carpet. Sephiroth seemed to hear him perfectly. He got up and moved cautiously around Cloud, but in a slow manner, so Cloud could take in his strong scent from his chest. Cloud still watched the ground with his spikes rebelliously blocking his view.

He knew his face must be on fire. Sephiroth showed no emotion from seeing Cloud pretty much naked. Whereas Cloud was about to burst into flames. Then he was out the door and the room felt slightly less tense. Cloud let out all his breath and hoped his heart would stop attempting to escape his chest. After some inner meditation, learned from an ancient wushu class he took when on his marital arts fling, he felt a bit calmer. He fumed at himself as he blindly pulled out some clothes from his dresser.

After slamming one of the doors too hard and having his line of CDs' falling to the ground, he cursed out loud and furiously picked them up, throwing them without care onto the dresser again. He pulled off the towel with a flourish and pulled on his pants, a pair of jeans that had holes in random places and were splashed in paint. Self-done, he was proud to brag. He was an artist. In fact his room had been remolded to fit his creative spurts. He looked up, spikes flapping back. His ceiling was a sky of colour. Literally.

He'd taken every colour he could ever think of, and in a process that had taken him three full months had the colours put aside their differences', and blend perfectly together with each other. Light and dark, they met in waves and swirls and lines. He felt himself drifting into his artistic mind again, so he pulled himself from it and grabbed a shirt off the floor. He felt a smile back on his face. He lay awake for hours letting his ceiling lull him into comfort. It spoke of everything to him right now. The lights mixing with the darks, his anger so battled by random spurts of happiness, and intense confusion over anything really.

The darks painted hard and fast saying his frustration at himself for having this confusion, and the lights painted in such a playful manner to say he always had more light in him then dark. And the shades to show…his powers. He didn't like thinking of this, so he shook it from his mind. Going back to the bathroom to try and tame hair that never would really submit to a brush he closed the door, not caring for the moment where Sephiroth was.

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Sephiroth felt his presence like a tickling. He found his hearing was rather acute. He could hear his breathing, and when he was outside the door the odd tune he was humming. He heard every fiber in the carpet parting for the door to slide over it. He heard his hitch in breathing upon seeing him, and he felt with some accuracy the sudden tension. He knew the blonde man was watching him. And he rather liked it, but he wanted to know what he wanted. He told him to come in, letting him be aware he had known he was there.

He turned around and almost went cherry red, if not for the strength of absolution in him not to be attracted to this man. He was so perfect. The thin body with all the lanky grace of a newborn fowl drew his attention too acutely, and the long legs peeking out from under the skimpy towel, which hung seductively low…he wanted to swallow from salivating, but tried desperately not to, so the blonde man didn't come onto his ruse. He mumbled something that Sephiroth heard clearly, and although tempted to watch him change and see the rest of his luxuriously tanned, delicious-looking body he resisted and got up to leave, trying to stay as distant as he could possibly muster.

It was very hard. He looked away from those gorgeous eyes that matched the tips of his sagging spikes hanging so adorably in his cherub face. As he left the room he waited until he got to the bottom of the steps to let him blush and start gasping, having not taken a breath that whole time of being in the room. He straightened up fast when he heard the door to the room opening again and he sat on the lumpy couch. He tried not to deeply and obviously inhale the scent of Cloud. It reminded him of flowers and some lingering smell of paint. He'd stared for hours last night at his ceiling art. It was done so carefully and yet with such carelessness.

It was like he'd painted himself. Not his actual figure or anything, but his very soul. Sephiroth was happy to see he was a walking contradiction. He snapped from his thoughts as Cloud tramped into the room. He smiled an "Ohaiyo!" before going into the kitchen and pulling something from the refrigerator. He hummed another tune Sephiroth didn't know as he began cooking something: "I'm awaking in the New World…" (AN: Sorry, in love with L'ArcenCiel) He bobbed his head, hearing music that wasn't there.

As he stepped off to the side to let something simmer, he eyed Sephiroth over the space in between the cabinets and counter looking into the living room. "Do you remember anything else?" he asked, still slightly bobbing his head to his invisible tune. Sephiroth watched him, for lack of any less entertainment. "No…besides that today is my birthday." He saw the hesitation in Cloud, as if he wanted to ask something.

He looked so irresistible, biting his lip, eyes cast off to the side, radiating a subtle curiosity. He absentmindedly swung his spatula in his hand, letting it sway like a swing. He tightened his hold, stopping the swinging and looked back to him with a fake smile on his face. "Well, we'll have to take you out for your birthday, won't we?" Sephiroth didn't like his fake smiles. He didn't believe in lying about anything to please someone else. He was upset with himself for being so cold last night, but he for some reason felt a very painful sting in his heart when he thought of his age. He couldn't explain it, so he just let himself leave Cloud alone.

He remembered he wasn't wearing a shirt and almost blushed, but caught himself in time. He still wasn't sure why he didn't want Cloud seeing his feelings, but he had a feeling he was very bad with that kind of thing. For some reason he found feelings weak. He felt very conflicted. He decided not remembering anything about your life could be very terrifying. And he hated fear. Instincts came to him, knowledge of himself, but anything concerning who he was (besides his name and birthday) and his past or home there was nothing.

Nothing but a pain in his head that could bring him to his knees if he gave in to it. "How bout going out for dinner?" Sephiroth pulled his mind from himself and focused his eyes back on Cloud. To his delight and unease, their eyes met. The tension in the room increased and he saw something flash in Cloud's eyes. Then they widened, and he fell to the ground, crying out in pain. Sephiroth leapt over the couch reacting like a predator in the hunt. He was at Cloud's side in two seconds. He was writhing in pain, on his side. His shoulder blades went into a few spasms, before he moaned and was still.

His eyes were screwed up in pain, and he was twitching. Tremors ran over his skin, and his arms were coated in goose bumps. Sephiroth felt his pulse. Fast, but regular. Besides his shaking, and shut eyes he seemed fine. The spatula was still clenched in his hand, which was now balled in a fist. It was cutting into his skin and he saw the small trails of blood coming from the plastic biting into his skin. Sephiroth wanted to hold him until he was better, but he resisted. Why, he still wasn't sure, but he didn't, and only touched his face with long fingers.

There was cold sweat soaking his cheeks, and he felt the muscles relaxing under his touch. It was then Cloud's eyes shot open and he gasped, pushing away from him. He scrambled on his butt using his hands and arms, fear etched into every part of his face. "You…you're a fighter! A warrior! You protect the Prince, but he's gone, missing! You were sent to find him, because you love him!" then he closed his eyes and Sephiroth stood up, having seen Cloud's eyes clearly. They were neon blue. Like his.

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It had been at least an hour, and Cloud was still slightly shaken. It had started with his back hurting him, then pain that made his whole world momentarily look black. Then visions started to swirl into his head, his back momentarily forgotten. He saw himself, dressed in an odd robe, with a jeweled bracelet that ran from his wrist to his bare shoulder. It attracted his attention because of the way it looked just like a tattoo.

Then he saw the wings. Large, larger then Sephiroth's and…they looked silver. Then purple. Then red, then black again. The feathers' changed colours slowly, like a chameleon changes its' skin. (AN: Have you ever seen an iguana do it? They like get tinted. It's really cool!) He watched as a few other men walked around him, closely and protectively.

It was then he saw the room. He stood in front of a woman who was very beautiful and very smug looking. It was then someone laughed and Sephiroth entered. Cloud wanted to cry. He was in chains. They held him down, and he had numerous injuries and bruises. He looked like a trapped bird. Cloud knew just then that Sephiroth had committed some great crime and was going to be killed. On trial. He was Cloud's guard. His personal guard. Then he felt an odd feeling on his cheek, and his eyes opened meeting shining green ones' that seared his memory, except last he'd seen those eyes they were shining with fear and anger of betrayal.

He had let Sephiroth help him to the couch and had let the tall, powerful man listen to his instructions to make tea for him in a mug. He did it with clumsy precision, and it tasted a little different, but it calmed him down, and warmed him up more then physically. The apartment was normally cold, but this cold was in is soul.

After sipping and shaking for a few more moments, he finally placed the cup down on his dilapidated coffee table and sat back in the couch. "I…get visions like this sometimes." Cloud took the first stab at Sephiroth's closed silence, feeling a need to explain, no matter how disturbed he was by his visions. "They come in my dreams. It's odd how I feel like I've been there, I see myself, and they seem so real…maybe…where ever you're from you're from too. And maybe we knew each other." He felt like a fool for saying anything. And yet he wanted Sephiroth to laugh at him and tell him he was insane for saying anything at all.

He wanted him to call him insane and to run out of his apartment. But instead he whispered: "I knew it was you." Cloud looked up to him, and Sephiroth looked directly at the far wall. He saw in him it took as much effort to even bring it up. But he had convinced him that he could be right. Unless he was. Cloud stood. "Who are you?" Sephiroth still didn't look at him. "I'm your protector." He said in a very bland manner.

Cloud wanted to slap him, if it made him show some emotion. "How do you know? I mean, do you remember anything?" Sephiroth frowned. "No. But it feels right." cloud shook his head. "That doesn't mean anything." It was then he smelt the smoke. "Damn! Didn't you turn off the stove!" he shouted at Sephiroth as he bolted to the kitchen.

The pan was in flames, and Cloud grabbed the bucket randomly lying in the middle of the floor and filled it with only a bit of water. He splashed it on the fire. It didn't go out, but it flickered. It was then he heard Sephiroth behind him whisper an odd word in a different language. He realized he understood what he'd said. "Water." Cloud felt his mouth falling open as a ball of water, the size of his fist appeared over the flames and then exploded over them splashing him and the walls.

The flames went out. He whipped around to Sephiroth. "What the fuck was that!" he swore in Japanese this time, and Sephiroth understood it. His eyes narrowed to angry slits. "I put out the fire. It's called water." Cloud threw down the bucket, all his confusion and frustration coming out in a string of curses and then some screaming at Sephiroth. "I now it was water! I mean how did you do that? And what language was it in? What are you? Why did you have to fall into my life? Why not bother someone else?" He regretted it as soon as he'd said it.

It's not like the poor man could pick whose arms he'd fallen into. He sighed and ran his hands through his spikes. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean that. I'm just…confused." He let his eyes flicker. He heard a mumbled "its okay." from Sephiroth. "No it isn't. I shouldn't be yelling at you. I mean my life has pretty much been a puzzle, and no one's really sure where I came from. And now here's someone who…might know. And I just got scared. I'm sorry." He felt like crying.

It wasn't a very manly thing to do, but Cloud was completely unashamed of his feelings. He was a very emotional person. So what? He wouldn't look at Sephiroth. "I'm sorry, really. How bout you take a shower? I'll get you some clothes, those look rumpled, and you can change and we'll go out for some grub? Okay? Showers always clear my mind, maybe they'll help you." He smiled again, but he knew Sephiroth could tell it was fake.

Sephiroth watched him in a contemplative way for a moment, before nodding in agreement. Cloud mentally sighed in relief, and led Sephiroth down the hall, showing him how to set up the shower and getting him more clothes. This time he picked an old tank-top he never wore and a pair of raggedy jeans that he sewed patches of different materials into the many small and big holes. The legs were too short since his growth spurt a few moths ago. He looked up to Sephiroth and smiled, this time genuine. "Good luck. And wash that hair of yours'. It's too gorgeous to be dirty." He winked and left Sephiroth blushing slightly.

He closed the door, and once he heard the water running he went back into his room. He closed the door, and not caring about Sephiroth coming back he turned on his stereo, and put in a mix CD his old girlfriend Ayeiaka had made him. He sighed as the first song, a favorite, Hitomi no Junin (AN: Sorry. Earlier mentioned L'Arc freak) by L'ArcenCiel blared out. Upon thinking for another minute he cranked the volume and belted out the lyrics he knew. He let the music take his mind far, to some realm within himself.

He played out the guitar passionately. That's why he loved music, because it met him escape and put him in a mood nothing else ever could. Well, he thought again, probably besides sex. But that was different. He never felt connected like he did in music. He threw himself onto his bed on his back; arms spread like wings and let Hyde's eccentric voice take him away. That's how Sephiroth found him.

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Sephiroth stepped from the shower and after drying off, and using odd little stick devices to clean some ear-wax from his ears he heard music. It was loud, and the pounding and thumping of it went right through him like a wave. He frowned and dressed quickly. The song changed as he walked down the hallway and found Cloud spread out on his bed. He listened to the beginning of the song, liking the sad, mournful feeling to it.

He walked over to Cloud slowly, the music almost cracking his sensitive eardrums. He leaned over him, and the bliss on the blonde and blue haired man's face made him want to kiss him until the end of time. A line from the song stuck with him in his mind.

"Kimi dake o…mitai…

Last Secret Garden…

Kimi dake o…"

(AN: You'll win my un-dying respect if you can name this song! Tell me in a review!)

He wanted to smile, but he felt it to be the wrong moment. He leaned closer, inhaling Cloud's sweet scent that hung around the whole apartment. A new song started the violin mournful again. Sephiroth let the music penetrate the silence left from the beauty of the last song and listened. As the chorus came on he listened, amused. It spoke of unrequited love:

"Watashi wa ima Les Miserables…

Todokanai kono omoi dake

Tooiki no nisete…"

(AN: More undying respect, if you know this one. I'll give you Skittles, so you too, may taste the rainbow!)

It was a good song. As it ended, Cloud sighed and moved to sit up. The sudden movement surprised Sephiroth. Cloud sat up fast, and Sephiroth leaning over him made them smack into each other. Lips met in a very confused manner, and as soon as Sephiroth felt Cloud's very soft and warm lips on his own, he knew he'd never sleep until he tasted them again. Cloud pulled away first, shock written all over his delicate features. He scrambled away, as he had before in the kitchen, gasping.

He pointed an accusing finger at him, and then the trembling fingers moved to his trembling lips feeling them. "What the hell are you doing!" he shouted. Sephiroth stared dead-pan at him. "You just kissed me!" he cried again, this time standing on his bed, now towering over Sephiroth. Sephiroth turned away. "You kissed me." He argued, crossing his arms. He heard Cloud scoff. "Well that's a pathetic excuse. If you wanted to kiss me, you should've told me, instead of stealing one!" Sephiroth wheeled around, anger making his cheeks mottle red. "Oh please! Don't be so full of yourself!" Cloud looked taken aback for a moment, obviously not used to this much emotion from him.

He smirked and closed his eyes, crossing his arms as well. "Well look at me! I have good reason don't I?" Sephiroth scoffed this time. "Oh please! Giraffe-legs! Who are you trying to attract with those legs? A horse?" Cloud flushed this time, embarrassed. "Well, tell me when the birds start flocking in to ask for your hand in marriage bird boy!" (AN: MM's for anyone who can tell me how to say giraffe-legs and bird boy in Japanese!) He seemed pleased with himself, but Sephiroth spread his wings.

Cloud's eyes widened. They were getting larger. Soon they went from the size of his elbow to shoulder to his whole arm. Then the size of his legs. He stopped their growth, and let Cloud be intimidated. He was obviously in awe. He been nice enough to think ahead and cut holes in the new tank-top, black so it matched his wings, and now the fabric was ripping again as he grew new muscles to accommodate the growth in wing-span.

The small ripping noises snapped Cloud out of his awe. "Hey! That's my good tank-top!" he cried, looking angry. Sephiroth sighed. He really was a blonde. (AN: no offense to blondes, just using this to my advantage.) He jumped off his bed and glared up at him. "Put those away and let me stitch that shirt up now! This is my…apartment and darn it, I won't let you boss me around!" Sephiroth looked blankly back at him. "All right." he answered, knowing it infuriated the boy that he didn't care. Cloud nodded, emphasizing his point.

Sephiroth shrunk his wings, having it take almost no effort for him. He knew how big they could get. Knowledge that just came to him naturally. All his instincts, once again, were intact. And, he knew as this sort of instinct, Cloud had just clumsily, on accident, stolen his first kiss. He wasn't sure how he felt about this. He wished it had come in a better way; a better moment. But it hadn't, and now his first kiss was gone to this blonde angel. It wasn't as eloquent as he thought it was supposed to be. "Sephiroth, give me the shirt."

He focused again on Cloud and saw the man had procured from nowhere a sewing kit. He obeyed and slipped off his shirt, feeling only a bit embarrassed. Cloud didn't look at him; he only snatched the shirt and plopped down with his legs crossed, using his knees to rest the sewing kit and the slightly ripped shirt. "Is that as small as they go?" he asked, distracted slightly by threading a needle with black thread. "I can bring them into my back, so they disappear." He didn't mention how painful this is to do, and that he hated to do it. It made him feel confined.

Cloud threaded it, looked very pleased, then looked up to him, suddenly serious. "Well, I want to take you out to dinner. Would you be willing to do it?" Sephiroth wanted to say no, but he was looking up at him in a way that made him nod reluctantly. He decided for him, he would do it. Cloud made a squeaking noise and focused again on threading the needle. His face took on that sweet, innocent concentrative look Sephiroth decided he liked so much. It took him a whole of ten minutes to get the holes in the shirt from gaping holes to small tears.

He gave it back to Sephiroth who held it for a moment without putting it on. "Will I wear this?" he asked. Cloud looked up to him while zipping up the checkered and battered sewing kit. "I have some extra money…we can go shopping if you'd like." He seemed to brighten at this idea. Sephiroth was confused with the word shopping, but agreed, if he could pick some regular clothes. Preferably something tighter. He hated baggy clothes, obviously unlike Cloud, whose clothes hung off of his lanky form. Why he didn't want to show it off was beyond the silver-haired man.

He remembered suddenly, that where he was from, tight clothes showed your level of wealth. This odd fact came so suddenly, it frightened him slightly. Cloud thumped his hands on the ground and tossed the bag over his shoulder with a clear shot into the dark depths of his closet. "Let me find you a jacket, and if you can pull in your wings. We'll go shopping!" he shot up and strode from the room leaving Sephiroth slightly frazzled.

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Cloud hummed to himself as he pranced down his hallway. He stopped at his closet and yanked open the door. It cranked and creaked echoing through the whole apartment. He heard something crash in his room, then a curse from the deep, enticing voice of Sephiroth. He laughed, pulling a ragged jacket off the hanger and taking time to pick out a nice black leather thigh-length coat for Sephiroth.

He eyed it, knowing the silver-haired man would look like something out of an Anne Rice novel. (AN: By the Goddess, I love her…) he sighed again, dreams taking him far away. The kiss had been accidental, but those lips! So smooth and strong. He would love to feel them all over his body. Cloud blushed a little and giggled again. His mind trailed other places to his old boyfriend Aki. He (and one or two one-night stands who were girls) had dumped Cloud after a month, really tearing his heart in two saying Cloud was too immature and happy. Too giggly. Maybe he was. But this was just the way he acted.

He hoped he didn't annoy Sephiroth. After all, he had a very dark side too. After shaking his head and pushing away some wetness in his eye from thinking of Aki's betrayal, he left the closet door open and went back to his room. He thought of his money situation. He was lucky for his past history. He'd been abandoned by a young mother who had died in childbirth without speaking of who his father was. He'd stumbled into an orphanage a few years after living in the streets and had been adopted by a rich family.

They'd claimed he was theirs' and his street life and background was easily erased. After lying to him all this time and eventually tiring of him, Cloud decided it was time to move out. They agreed, not really caring either way, and sent him way more then enough money to live off of forever and then some. But Cloud refused to be spoilt, so he tried to work (although he was out of a job now) for his rent and food, but he used their money for frivolous things when he was short. Like right now. And after all, it wasn't really being spent on him, right? Right. He opened the door quickly and found Sephiroth sprawled on his futon panting horribly.

He ran over to his side. "What's wrong?" he asked. Sephiroth eyed him, recovering enough to stand and look him straight in the eyes. Two prick points of blood trailed down his back. Cloud's eyes widened. "It's nothing." Sephiroth said firmly. Cloud nodded, knowing if he asked more, he would never get an answer. He handed him the coat. "Here. For you. You can keep this; it doesn't look good on me." Sephiroth took it and left the room, walking carefully around Cloud. He heard the rustle as Sephiroth put it on. He took a deep breath and looked to his futon.

There were two small points of blood exactly where his wings had been earlier. Cloud shrugged, and let the mysterious man keep his odd secrets. He met him near the door. He looked different with his wings gone. He was pulling his hair out of the coat. It was still slightly wet from his shower, but was drying quickly. The strands shimmered in a very mist-like fashion. Cloud wanted to run his fingers through it, but resisted. He noticed in the sunlight bathing the apartment in sun and shadows his hair glimmered in the light and showed what looked like a few golden strands.

He looked away from his hair, and told him to wait a second. He went back to his room, grabbed a hair-tie and brought it back to Sephiroth. He would look suspicious walking around with hair almost down to his feet. He told him to tie it back. Sephiroth eyed him like he was mad. Cloud sighed, exasperated. He tried to remember that Sephiroth was new to this….world, perhaps, and probably never put his hair up.

He told him to let him do it, and trying not to seem too affected he collected the hair in a very fragile manner into his hand. He was amazed that it felt as silky as it looked. As he pulled it back he could see the back of Sephiroth's strong neck. He wanted so badly to lean in and kiss it. So mesmerized was he, that it took a slight yelp of pain from Sephiroth to wake him up and realize he was yanking on his hair. He laughed, trying to make it seem an accident he had meant to happen.

He re-looped the tie, and grabbed the second he'd taken as a precaution off his wrist, trying not to get ensnared again. It took him only a few moments then he was done, and with a resentful sort of movement he dropped the hair which was now in a loose bun. A shorter strand, which made up one of the two bangs that dropped into his face perfectly, found its way out and rested as it usually did. Damn, he was beautiful! Cloud shook his head and smiled at him, twisting the doorknob and comparing it to the softness of his hair. It didn't even compare.

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AN2: Well, I've posted the first chapter at this point thanks to Devo's hounding. P no, I love her. And eternal thanks, as mentioned, to my first reviewers:

Will's Girl: Aww...how cute! Thank you for the nice positive review!

Kiki-sama: Wow. I stand corrected. Uumm...I feel really bad for that kid. Was it supposed to be from the game? Or just a random name they picked? Poor, poor child.

Darkmaster2: Once again all positivity rules!

RuByMoOn17: Kyaaa! You're soooooo cute! pats on head

Devo: I know, I love you too. I want you in my pants...again.

Okay, I hope you like it, and actually I wanted it to be muuuuuuuuuch longer, but I figure I'll save it for the third chapter, which I will be writing in a few moments. Wish me luck! And I hope there to be a real kiss sometime very soon. And tell me those songs in your review!