Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts or Final Fantasy….sigh
Warning: This fic contains shounen-ai, if you don't like it then get the hell out of here.
Pairings: SxL, Eventual SxC, & other multiple pairings.
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EXPRESS DELIVERY

Chapter 1

This chapter is in third person limited to Cloud.

The time is currently 3:59PM and we are here to observe a desk and not just any desk. This desk in particular also includes a tall, lean, yet well muscled blonde man who is currently sitting with his legs sprawled out, crossed on our desk. .. ok so we're here to observe him.

The man was lazily looking through a magazine while listening to music from his iPod. His idleness was disrupted by repetitive shouts of his name resonating throughout the establishment.

Cloud Strife groaned aloud, "I'm in here Tifa!" while muttering under his breath, 'where I always am.'

Suddenly the door to his office burst open, and a well endowed brunette bristled into the room with a scowl on her face.

Silence engulfed the room for a few moments until Cloud finally sighed, "what?"

Tifa continued to glare at him, her scowl quickly transforming into a sneer, "what are you doing here?!"

Cloud stared blankly at her, and then responded, "Existing."

Tifa growled irritably, "Cloud Strife!"

"What do you want, woman?!" He yelled back at her.

"It's four."

Readjusting himself on the chair so he was now sitting normally, with his head resting on the palm of his hand, he question, "and?"

"It's four," Tifa repeated impatiently.

"…"

"…"

Upon remembering what she meant, he chuckled nervously, "oh…right."

"…"

Cloud carefully slid off his hair, and slowly walked passed Tifa till he was positioned at the door, "I'll just…get going now… don't wanna be late, Tifa!" He smiled sheepishly and made a dash for the meeting room.

Cloud didn't really see the point to it, but a couple of months back Tifa said they lacked organization and established some kind of weekly meeting, held on Wednesdays at four to discuss recent jobs, ideas, and such. And when Tifa decided something… you didn't argue, unless well, you wanted to stop breathing permanently.

Upon arriving, Cloud Strife quietly took his seat at the head of the table and Barret loudly remarked, "About damn time you got here, foo! Tifa was giving us shit about how you're always late to her lil'whatever we call these!"

When Tifa stepped into the office, she immediately started the meeting. Talking about this and that, every now and then Tifa asked Cloud if he was listening or not and what's his thoughts on it were. There were only every three words in Cloud's vocabulary during these meetings: yes, no, and great. Since he never really paid attention he depended on his luck hoping that his one word answer would make sense every time around.

Allowing his mind to drift into idleness once again, he started thinking about his small business. All the employees were close friends of his and they all pretty much handled their own department of types of deliveries.

Cloud did most of the messages, some (dangerous) packages, and the other usual same old.

Tifa, his long time, yet annoying, bossy, childhood friend handled the things related to sex appeal or relationships. You know, like love confessions, kisses, hugs, seduction and all that jazz.

Aerith handled the normal delivers, like birthday presents, flowers, chocolate, serenades, etc.

Cid didn't actually deliver things, he stayed in the store's workshop all day and made some of the stuff ordered, machine parts and such.

Yuffie stole stuff and stole stuff back. She was commander of the practical jokes payback department. Oh how she loved laughing at other peoples' pain and embarrassment, all in lighthearted amusement though. The girl wasn't evil… much.

Barret completed all the heavy duty delivers; he also did all the requests for beating someone into a bloody pulp.

As for Vincent… well they liked to keep Vincent deep within the shop, he tended to scare customers. Back when he had his first route, delivering a simple birthday gift to a 10 year old girl, the girl fainted upon sight, but not without getting a quick shriek of, 'vampire' in. Unbeknownst to the other, he had silently sulked. It was his fault his had such pale skin, black hair and crimson red eyes. It really did hurt him when older, more mature women would fall madly in love with him and beg him to drink their blood. He also did well in delivering the occasional death threats and… actual deaths.

The said, supposed bloodsucker crept up behind Cloud, causing him to jump up in surprise. He should've been used to that by now.

"You have a job to do… well jobs, plural. Multiple deliveries all to the same person," Vincent said solemnly.

Cloud raised a single eyebrow, "What? Do we have a Mr. Popular on our hands?"

"… I guess he could be described that way," Vincent said as darkly as always, "you'll also be able to let off some steam."

Cloud's mood brightened considerably as he said, "oh. It's one of those," he took the piece of paper; Vincent has been waving in his direction and took off.

Staring at the messages he was supposed to deliver, Cloud couldn't help snicker, oh this was going to be fun. When he finally arrived at the door of the house, he tried his best to diminish any lingering hint of a smile still intruded onto his facial features. He then rang the doorbell.

From the other side of the door Cloud heard a somewhat deep boyish voice call out," Who is it?" So he, in return, replied, "Strife's delivery service, we've got a delivery for you." Woah, wait a second. Did he mean to come out so husky? Well it wasn't his fault he was born with such a naturally sexy voice.

After the shuffle of footsteps, the door was thrust open. Cloud observed the recipient, he was moderately tall and chiseled, sure he was good looking, but what made him stand out was his gleaming, a bit longer than shoulder length, silver hair… Cloud suppressed both a sigh and a glare, a glare because he hated silver. It caused rather unpleasant memories about a certain someone to resurface. And a sigh, because he could see how the boy was looking at him, the kid was probably on the verge of drooling deciding to save the kid from that kind of embarrassment, Cloud initiated speech, "Excuse me sir, would you happen to be Riku Destiny?

The boy now identified as Riku answered, "Why, yes I am. What can I do for you?"

Cloud could easily notice the kid was trying to be charming, 'sorry kid, you aren't my type not to mention in my age range either,' he thought silently. He continued on with his normal delivery boy routine, "would you mind signing here to ensure you received the delivery?"

Cloud watched Riku eagerly comply and tried another attempt at wooing him, "Now then, what have you got for me?"

This time Cloud was unable to hold back the smile that was slowly etching its way onto his face. Before Riku would say another world, he slapped him hard. Cloud examined the pretty little number he had done on the boy's cheek for a moment before he quickly rehearsed his lines.

Now ready to perform, he glanced at Riku who was staring at him wide-eyed, soothing his probably stinging cheek and shouted, "you bastard!" Oh did Mr. Silver head ever look shocked, well whoever told him to have silver hair in the first place, Cloud thought grudgingly. Breaking himself out of that side-track, Cloud coughed, then continued relaying his message, "WHY-HOW COULD YOU?! You had me, yet you go and sleep with Kairi?! AND YOU GOT HER PREGNANT?! I HATE YOU! From Sora Heart with abhorrence."

Checking that off his mental list, and groaned internally when he realized what was next. At least he got to slap the kid again, but… ugh. Girls. Did he HAVE to add that sickeningly sweet tone to her message and that… that heart at the end. Yes, he did. She paid extra for that. Damn it all. Why had they added that 'get it personalized option.' Stupid Tifa. He would get her some day… some day soon hopefully.

Before Riku could say anything Cloud slapped him again, this time on the other cheek. The delivery boy resumed his message relay, "You bastard! You got me pregnant! I HATE YOU! Love, Kairi. P.S You'd better take responsibility ♥. "

Cloud could now see the boy was on the edge of hysteria, he mentally tsked, 'should've used protection, just be thankful you don't have an STD', "DUDE WHAT THE FU-" not wanting to listening to Riku's senseless whining, Cloud continued right on to the next message, interrupting yet again, while licking his lips, he 'delivered' a rather painful blow to Riku's face which held enough force to cause his back to hit the wall.

Hmm,… maybe he had went a little overboard… nah! It's not like he's bleeding.

"Come near Sora again and I'll murder you, bitch. With malice, Leon."

Riku (who was now crouched on the floor, back to the wall) stared at the Cloud, who was turning to leave with his mouth agape. Remembering the last message, Cloud stopped for a moment to add, "oh, by the way, your friend Axel would like to invite you to the Silver Key Club, tonight at eight," with that he walked over to his motorcycle.

Cloud could've sworn that before he left, he saw a red blur run towards the kid's house. Noticing something missing, Cloud felt his pocket, did he drop a card? Oh well.

On his way back, Cloud passed by a short, cherry looking, brunette munching on a sea salt ice cream and nonchalantly thought, 'hey, that's stuff's pretty good. Maybe I should get one before I head back to the office." Small drops of liquid fell on his hair and face, "Aw shit. Rain."

A little later

A young girl with braided hair stared out the window of Strife's Delivery Service's main office and suddenly asked the boy who was sitting across from her, "Hey Denzel… I've been wondering, but is it legal?"

The boy looked up from his gameboy, "what's legal, Marlene?"

Twirling a piece of hair around her finger she kept on, "you know. What Daddy, Cloud and the others do. I've been wondering for a while. 'Cause sometimes daddy comes back bloody and usually things that makes you be bloody is bad, right? And daddy told me fighting was bad."

Denzel stared at her for a moment and scratched his head, "y'know, I'm not really sure… it should be…but what about doctors? Sometimes they get bloody… hey! There's Vincent, he should know! Vincent!"

The soaking black haired man in the dark red cloak standing at the open door turned his attention to the children calling for him.

Marlene quickly hopped out of her seat and scurried over to Vincent, "Vinny! Vinny! Cloud's Delivery Service is totally legal, right?" She inquired, smiling brightly.

"…," Vincent slowly hid the gun, glazed with blood stains, he was carrying into his cloak before the children saw, then answered, "…yes."

Marlene squealed and skid around, pointing an accusing finger at Denzel, "seeee! Daddy and Cloud and Tifa and Vinny and everyone else wouldn't do anything bad! How could you doubt them?!"

"What are you talking about Marlene?! You're the one who brought it up!" Denzel shot back.

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

"Nuh uh!"

"Yuh huh!"

Vincent shut the door and walked towards his office mumbling, "…it's only illegal if the police find out."

A/N: So… how was it? I'm going with a slower developing fic this time, I dislike when I rush into things. I just had to introduce the how the internal of Strife's Delivery Service worked and then we saw the prologue's events, by Cloud's view. Next chapter will be from Sora's view and it'll pick up from where after Cloud passed him on his bike. Yes, that was Sora.