Dislciamer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts 1, COM, or 2.
Title:
Suasion
Words:
774Summary:
Sometimes, all you need is a chance. Even when that chance is nothing
more than a group of flowers. Cloud/Aerith w/ Implied Squiffie
A/N:
This happened to be the word of the day on so I
decided to use it! Yes, its lame, but I don't care.
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Cloud was back! Her heart had leapt to have him with her again. Never had she hugged anyone quite as tightly as she did him on that day. His choice of living quarters was to split the bill with Aerith and share the Red Room, or bunk with Cid.
Really, was the choice that hard?
At first, he'd wanted to get somewhere totally away from his friends, but Yuffie (darn her!) had revealed that Aerith was really having trouble affording her room. There was a reason Yuffie and Leon shared a room. Do you think he would just share a room with her of his own will? Not to mention she'd been seven at the time and needed her favorite baby-sitter to watch over her.
But, anyways, the idea of helping Aerith had been enough to persuade him to stay with her. Nevertheless, since then, his cold persona had changed her room. His time at the Coliseum had changed him for the worse. The red seemed less vibrant; everything was different…and she saw only one solution.
She had to persuade the old Cloud to come back.
But how? That question bugged her more and more every day. Then she looked into his sea blue eyes, and she knew she wanted him back enough. She would regain what he had lost, what time had taken from the both of them.
So, she bought a vase. It was pink, a contrast to the rest of the room, with little white hearts. Inside the vase was a bouquet of flowers, each color vibrant and beautiful. Then, she bought a red vase with a morning glory growing inside. It was small, helpless. However, she loved them, so she'd eagerly bought it. The bouquet and vase she placed on Cloud's nightstand, and the morning glory she placed gingerly on her own. Yes, perfect. Now to wait for Cloud.
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Using the silver key in his pocket, Cloud Strife let himself into the room he shared with Aerith. His Buster Sword was set again in the corner where it would not be in the way of walking. He took a swig of the water he'd bought on the way back and wandered to his side of the bed. He acknowledged Aerith's greeting with a nod and sat next to her. It was around this time a sweet, familiar smell wafted under his nose.
Looking at the nightstand, he saw the vibrant colors of flowers. Each was strong, despite their gentle appearance. But they could only take so much. Neglect killed them quickly, as did lack of sun or too much water. Odd, how something like that made you think.
Aerith was like a flower, he thought. She was one of the fiercest females he'd seen fight, but she was not invincible. She had her breaking point, and she needed happiness to flourish. A thought tugged at his heart and stuck stubbornly. Was he blocking her sunlight? Was he still burdening her?
He looked over at Aerith, who had been watching his reaction apparently. He didn't just glance at her though; he really looked. Hope sparkled in her emerald pools. How had he missed it? How had he been so blind?
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Aerith held back a gasp when on of his hands cupped her cheek. His skin was surprisingly warm, and she reveled in the contact. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers'. Yes, she loved this Cloud; the old Cloud. She let one of her hands slip through his blonde spikes, deepening the kiss. His tongue sought entrance, and she gladly obliged. They stayed like that for a heartbeat or a million… she'd lost count long ago. Nevertheless, eventually they pulled apart to let air fill their lungs. She reached over and unclasped his cape, letting it fall. He winced as the wing on his back unfurled, but she let her nimble fingers slide over it. He relaxed and smiled at her.
Once more her heart leapt at the rare expression of happiness. It was so genuine and sincere, more so than any other smile she'd ever seen. "I missed you Cloud."
He wrapped his arms around her, knowing she didn't mind the claw. She cuddled her head into his chest and listened as his heart beat out a stead rhythm. "I won't ever leave again." He promised. Their eyes met, followed by their lips.
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"Yuffie, you shouldn't spy on them."
"Stop ruining my fun Squallie."
"It's Leon."
"Squall."
"…"
"…"
"…"
"Squall?"
"Leon. What?"
"Why doesn't a guy ever look at me like that?" A sigh. Silence.
Thankfully, Leon was for more immune to suasion that Cloud.
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Pointless, I know, but who cares? R&R.
