Storm Clouds

Warning: Had to cut this chapter short unless it would go on for too long. Second Part is in the works. REVIEW!

Chapter 10: When One Leaves, Another Comes

Cloud opened the doors which lead him to his lovely Ferir. The only thing he owns that is expensive. Once he started the bike he was at a loss of what to do next.

Okay. Now where to go? I can go to Dorkin's Office and see if he wants anything to be taken care of. But he might put me down…Like all those other ten greedy fuckers before him. Or I can try something else. Tuesas? Reno's there, I can swing by and get him to forgive me. Wait! I should forgive him! After what he said to me, he deserves to be graveling at my feet.

Cloud's anger diminished when he realized that Reno hasn't left one message on his cell.

But he's not graveling. He's not begging to be forgiven. I am. I'm the one that can't stop thinking about him. I'm the one feeling guilty and begging to be taken back. I can't go to him all weak and everything…Unless I go to Tuesas and not for him.

This was a perfect time for Cloud to stroke his imaginary beard.

Tuesas is in the dirty business also. I'll speak with the boss of the place. I think his name is Dewitt or something fancy like that.

Cloud maneuvered out of the parking space and flew down the street where he made a left at Stone Court.

To give a little history of Tuesas there's not much to say of. Tuesas is fairly young as decent insurance companies with a dirty side go. However it's causing a ripple in the underground world under the leader of Dewitt who is foretold to be the new President Shinra. He's already got a division that specifically works for his dirty deals with gangs and mobs, filled with SHINRA'S surviving TURKS. The main building is located in the richer and nicer part of the small city, packed with wolves ready to slaughter the lambs.

Cloud could pick out the cheesy building from its stylish building name "Tuesas" and the brass abstract statue placed before the entrance way. That was where Cloud parked his bike, illegally. A security guard noticed the alluring blonde boy parking near the art piece and rushed to tell him so.

"Sir, that's—''

"Don't worry. I know." The boy skipped the man's words and continued walking.

Great! The guard thought. Another rude ass TURK.

The entrance hallway was massive. Three glass elevators in the central room glide up and down the many stories. Above the ballroom is a beautiful Greek-like fresco, much like Michelangelo's ceiling painting. The ground was marble, polished to shin and columns as tall as the first floor are glazed in a tan mixed color. The hallway leading to this decked out ballroom is rectangular with a seating area of a fire place with cushioned chairs and sofas. And a large oak desk with a beautiful secretary talking on the phone and tropical plants siding the desk. The architecture was flawless. The interior design was classy and clever. The art was tasteful. And Cloud stood in the midst of all of it.

It's pretty and all, but tacky. The blonde quoted. Now how the hell am I gonna find Reno—I mean, Dewitt.

"Hello, may I help you sir?" The shapely secretary greeted.

"Yes I have an appointment with Mr. Dewitt." Lie but if you just say you do have an appointment and not 'I'm here to see…" then they'll just skip the checking of the list. Fucking movies.

"Oh! He's on floor number 69."

"Thank you." Cloud walked four steps before coming back. "Is there by any chance if you can tell me where Reno is. You know him?"

"Yes I do, but do you have an appointment?" Shit! I forgot my rule.

"Ummm….."

"You need to schedule an appointment to see anyone of the Company's Social Inquiries Department."

"Thanks."

"Anytime."

Social Inquiries Department? Cloud took the next available elevator and was alone, thankfully. Let's play a game of fate. I know Dewitt is on the top floor but I can stall my time. It's not like I have an appointment. But maybe I'll pick one or two floors and destiny will decide if one of them has Reno.

Cloud punched all of them. Yah, this will work.

A woman on the 16th floor saw her elevator opened but when she moved in to enter a young man stopped her.

"Social Inquiries Department?" He asked.

"No, that's on the 34th floor." She said uneasily.

"Thank you!" He sighed. "Now I know it's on the 16th that the people here are smart. 15 and below looked at me funny. Thanks again!" The doors closed.

What a strange man? Why does he want to go there? He doesn't look like he works here………Shit! That was my elevator!

Cloud arrived on the 34th floor: Social Inquiries Department. With instincts in the way, he took a left and searched for a door with a name he might be familiar off. But 'Reno' was no where to be found. So he had choice B to use.

"Excuse me," He asked a worker. "Do you know where the snack machines are?"

"Well, we don't really have snack machines here. But we do have a coffee room where all the food is!" Weird that he was getting excited about telling this.

"Where is it?" Cloud asked.

"Third door on your right if you follow this hallway." Cloud thanked the guy and followed his directions. The coffee room was open to its employees and once Cloud poked his head through the entrance way he saw Reno dipping his tea bag into his mug.

Shit! Cloud rapidly hid behind the wall. He's not supposed to actually be here!

"It's nice to see you again old friend." Cloud's ears picked out the sound of the voice and his stance froze. Why does that voice sound so familiar? It was then that Reno didn't matter anymore but the voice that came from behind the corridor.

"I feel the same way." Said the second. Cloud knew whose voice that was and he could only wait patiently for the conversation to be over so he could dash into the speaker's arms.

"We should catch up again when I don't have any work to do."

"Yes. Certainly."

"Well then, I'll see you around Vincent."

"Reeves." Reeves walked past Cloud without noticing his presence and lost within the maze like hallway of doors. However, a more experienced eye knew that Cloud was there.

"You can come out Cloud." Vincent called. Slowly Cloud scooted into the room which Vincent and Reeves were talking in. "Close the door. I'm not supposed to be here. If Rude finds me it would be regrettable."

"Same here." Cloud closed the door silently. The angel of silence drew her curtains between the two men, giving the atmosphere an uncomfortable tone to it.

"You're supposed to be dead." Vincent shattered the pause of conversation with his notorious bold comments. Cloud was stunned that his friend struck at him with such a blow to the heart. So many months of not seeing neither and now already Vincent was pissed off at Cloud. The mercenary was hurt beyond definition.

"I'm not your friend Cloud. I won't coat the truth in your favor. Whatever you thought that made it all right to run off could not have been that horrible. You should—''

"Shut-Up" Cloud whispered coldly. "You're not the first to lecture me in such a way, so don't think that I will be moved by your speech." Vincent now thought of what he was to say.

"Why did you do it Cloud?" He now turned to look at him. He almost gasped at how little Cloud changed. This youth was still the same one that took his breath away so long ago.

"What makes you think that I will tell you?" Cloud retorted.

"I don't know. You have to tell someone someday." Vincent thought. Cloud ran his fingers along the polished mahogany table.

"What are you doing here?" Cloud asked. His anger towards Vincent simmered.

"I wanted to catch up with Reeves. He was a student of mine before I was terminated from the TURKS. He's gotten so old." Vincent took a seat at the table. "But you haven't. Strangely you look the same."

"Another symptom from the excessive amount of mako I was injected." Cloud explained.

"Looking young isn't what I call a curse. Probably the only thing I love of my condition." Vincent pondered.

"Liar." Cloud chuckled softly. "You told me you hated always looking 27."

"You're right. I would give anything to see what I would look with wrinkles. All old and ugly." Vincent smiled slightly.

"Even with wrinkles you can never look ugly to me." Cloud waited for Vincent to look at him. Once he didn't he turned his eyes away shamefully from Cloud.

"Don't look at me like that Cloud. I can't stand it when you look at me like that." The gunman got up from his seat to the barren walls.

Okay I know that chapter will arouse a LOT of questions. Promise to answer all of them in the next chapter. But if you can't wait till then, just email me! Also excuse of the bipolar emotion between Cloud and Vincent. I have a good excuse for that. Next chapter will be hot! So, REVIEW!