Leon and Materia Don't Mix


Phew…I am finally getting back to writing. My muse decided to take a vacation, and I just couldn't get this story going again. So here ya go!

Disclaimer: …I think I'll let my muse do it as punishment for leaving me for so long.

Ren: ME? You want to expose me to the public? I won't talk, you can't make me!

Gala:…I just did.

Ren: Oh. Well anyway, Gala doesn't own anything and frankly I'm glad.

Gala: What! Why?

Ren: Because I want Squall! If I can't have him then you shouldn't.

Gala: Okay you can have Squall, I'll take Vincent.

Ren: Really?

Gala:…no. Now! On with the story.


Chapter 3: Forming a Plan
Leon entered Cid's workshop only to find that the foul-mouthed pilot was no longer there. Still Leon walked around the perimeter hoping to find an object that might help him in turning the tables against Yuffie. The only thing that he could see was Cid's odd contraptions here and there and a worktable covered by a tarp.

As he was about to exit the dark room he noticed a rag in a corner that was…glowing?

"What in the world…?" As he lifted the rag a small yellow marble-like object fell out and rolled under a workbench. "It must be one of those Materia things Yuffie was talking about."

He crouched down to determine how far it had rolled under the table. He saw it glowing faintly in a dusty corner, Leon made a face of disgust as he practically rolled in the grime covering the floor.

"Doesn't Cid ever clean the floor in here?" He tried not to think about what was being ground into his leather pants and jacket. "Just a little bit more…gotcha!"

Leon brushed cobwebs and dust off the glowing orb. The softly pulsating light captivated him, he felt his senses become oblivious to all outside distractions as he gazed into its murky depths.

As he was concentrating on the tiny wonder in his hand a faint whisper no more than a barely voiced idea broke the stillness. The longer his gaze remained transfixed on the orb the louder the voice got, He could hear it clearly now and it was a little unnerving.

He pocketed the orb and strode from the room." There is no way a marble could talk, it was just my imagination. It was probably Yuffie, she might have rigged something in Cid's workroom to scare him. Yeah that's it."

Still feeling a little unconvinced with his theory he shrugged the feeling off and headed towards his room.

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Cloud silently entered the library, taking care not to make any noise. He peeked out from behind a bookcase his glowing blue eyes filled with mischief. He eased around the corner and cautiously approached his pink-clad girlfriend, trying not to make any noise.

Cloud wrapped his arms around Aerith and kissed her on the cheek as she shrieked in surprise. "Cloud, don't scare me like that!" She whirled around and placed her hand over her heart. Cloud only grinned in response, flashing his most charming smile,

"You know you liked it." "I do not appreciate it one bit, I think it's very cruel of you to frighten me like that." Although her tone was hurt, a gentle smile could be seen tugging at her lips.

Cloud pointed to the book she had dropped when he surprised her.

"What were you reading?"

"Oh, just a book about item combining." Cloud gave her a quizzical look,

"Combining? Is that like synthesizing items?"

"In a way yes. Combining is actually an on the spot synthesis, like mixing two items and getting an instantaneous change in the end product. For example, you could combine two items in the middle of a battle and use it right then. It's a much faster process."

Cloud nodded in understanding, "Yuffie just informed us about the Planet, have you heard?"

Aerith smiled, "Yes, I'm so excited. Maybe some of our friends are still alive!"

Cloud's eyes grew troubled, "Cloud, is something wrong?" He shook his head, "No Aer, just trying to move on. It's hard sometimes." She squeezed his hand encouragingly.

"Anyways, Cid said there might be a way to travel there."

Aerith's eyes widened "Really? But…but how? What about the world barriers?"

Cloud shrugged, "He didn't say, he said he'd explain it when everyone was together."

At that moment the library doors swung open, the very air seemed to chill as a very angry Leon strode in.

His eyes were frozen daggers, and his tone seething with anger. "Where.is.she."

Aerith stared at him in total shock, while Cloud was doing his best not to laugh at the infuriated swordsman. Leon was covered from head to toe with various colorful blotches.

Aerith suppressed a smile, "Leon, what happened to you?"

Leon wiped a purple liquid off his chin, "Yuffie set up balloons filled with something in them to hit me as I entered my room, and…" Leon's face contorted in rage, "…she painted my Gunblade…pink."

Cloud examined some of the liquid dripping off Leon, "Uh, Leon. This smells like ink. You better go clean up before it stains your skin. Your sword can be easily cleaned; she's done that to my sword before. I have some solvent you can use on it."

Leon relaxed slightly, "You're sure it will get the paint off?" Cloud nodded and gave him a thumb up.

Cloud burst out laughing as Leon stalked out of the library. Aerith mock glared at him and then dissolved into to laughter as well. Aerith could barely speak she was laughing so hard,

"I think we should wait awhile before we get everyone together to listen to Cid's idea." They both gained a semblance of control over their laughter until they looked in each other's eyes.They continued to laugh long after the pitiful looking swordsman had left the library.

Cid entered the library and observed the couple laughing like maniacs. He shook his head and retreated through the doorway he just came through mumbling to himself. "Kids these days…"


A/N- Yay! I finally wrote another chapter! Geh, it's been too long. I'm still mad that my chapters are too short, but I'm just starting to write so oh well. I have some excellent ideas for the next chapter.

Poor Leon, will he be multi colored forever?

Laterz-Gala