Title: No Answer
Author: Dorku no Renkinjutsushi
Rating: Pg-13, if that
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Pairing: Sephiroth/Cloud, Cloud/Leon
Disclaim: Not mine. Never was. Never will be, if Squeenix has any brains.


'Cloud, are you sleeping with Leon?'

No answer.

'Are you? Tell me, dammit!'

'You're not my master anymore, Sephiroth.'

Stomping footfalls on old wooden floorboards.

The slamming of an equally-old wooden door.

The creaking of the door frame.

'Shit.'

---

'Sephiroth, what did you do to piss Cloud off?'

No answer.

'Speak, asshat, or I call Tifa…'

'I asked him if he was sleeping with Leon.'

'You what!'

'Asked him if he was sleeping with Leon, ok? Christ!'

Silence.

'So that's why it's so quiet. Smooth move, genius.'

'Huh? What are you trying to say, Aeris?'

'I'M TRYING TO SAY YOU FUCKED UP ROYAL, SEPHIROTH!'

'Huh?'

A disgusted look. 'Oh, hell.'

A slammed door and more stomping footsteps.

--

A tentative knock on the thick door.

No answer.

'Cloud? Cloud? I need to talk to you.'

No response.

The soft creak of leather on wood as he slides to the floor, head in hands, back to the wall.

Three bell chimes from the clock down the hall.

---

Another knock on the door.

No answer.

'Cloud?'

The heavy chiming of the clock in the hallway, bell ringing four times.

A heavy sigh.

The creaking of leather boots and wooden floorboards.

The almost-silent closing of a door.

--

Knocking on the door.

No answer.

Ten heavy poundings of the clock in the hallway, just audible through the thick front door.

Drunken giggles.

'Quit it, Leon. I need to find my key.'

'Don't wanna stop.'

More giggling.

The wet sound of lips colliding.

The creak of the opening door.

A soft gasp.

'Oh, hey, Aeris.'

'Hi, Aeris.'

The creaking of two pairs of feet stumbling up stairs.

The quiet closing of a heavy door.

'Fuck, Cloud. You've really fucked up this time.'

---

Almost inaudible knocking on the door downstairs.

No answer.

The creak of someone sitting up on their bed.

'Cloud?'

Indistinguishable mutterings downstairs.

The creak of the stairs.

The slam of a heavy oaken door.

'Cloud!'

The whine of the bed he gets to his feet.

The soft 'hsssh' of socks on wooden floors.

--

'Cloud!'

No answer.

The creak of the opening door.

---

'Cloud!'

No answer.

'Oh…god…Cloud…don't…don't stop!'

The wet sound of lips.

Soft moans.

The creak of the opening door.

--

'Sephiroth!'

No answer.

The silent crash of a breaking heart.

The loud slamming of a door, heavy and not meant to be treated in such a way.

---

'Cloud…'

No answer.

'Oh, shit. He wasn't supposed to catch us!'

The rasp of the zipper on his pants going up.

The opening and closing of the door.

Heavy footfalls.

A sigh.

'I should have known better than to fuck around with him.'

The creak of the bedsprings as a heavy body lands back on them, exasperated.

--

Pounding on the door.

No answer.

'Sephiroth!'

No answer.

---

The silent gaze of two women who love them more than anything.

A silent wince that flits across both their faces.

The gentle tinkling—completely silent—of two broken hearts falling to pieces.

The slightly more audible sobbing on both sides of the heavy door.

The silent race of thoughts, asking—wondering—needing to know—where did this all go wrong?

The silent, painful conclusion.

No answer.