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The market in Himigakure Square was as busy as always on this fine Sunday afternoon. Churches ended and the sun shined down with its praises. The people welcomed the rare clear skies with open arms as they paraded their late summer wear.

Mothers beamed at the reduced prices of meats and vegetables and grocers smiled proudly at their profit. The park was full of running children and smiling faces.

The ice cream man graced neighborhood children with delectable frozen sweets, cold salty pickles, canned soda, and a variety of candies.

Teenagers hung around in the semi-downtown district. They occupied arcades and strip malls. A group of boys filmed a skateboarding video for a project.

Teenage girls watched and giggled. They chatted or texted on cell phones. Some even argued and many made up.

It was the typical mid-July day. The laughter, the smiles, the over all happiness gave the sun courage to shine brighter. And shine it did.

Himigakure was a medium sized town located in the mountains. It was one of the few that didn't use mobile cars and harmful chemicals that polluted the Earths atmosphere. They did however have a train monorail. It went un bridges and through tunnels all around the town. It weaved its way through particularly large alleyways where it picked up residents that waited at residential platforms. The train was their only means of transportation. It went through all of the cities main roads and main residents.

Himigakure, to an outsider from a bustling economic place with cars and jets and what not, seemed like something you'd read about in a comic. It had an old feel to it. Surrounding it were plains and fields of tall wheat. The higher in the plains you got the closer you got to the mountains. Since Himiakure was settled on a large hill the Mayors house stood at the top. Around it were all the shops and on small hills surrounding it were the residents. Further out into the plains there were farms and what not. It was a beautiful place for a visitor, they always commented about the mountain backdrop the town had.

All in all the town could seem like a heaven to anyone who wanted to get away from the hustle and bustle of the cities.

Don't get me wrong, Himigakure did have its industrious points. There was a bank, a hospital, a jail, main grocers that sold organic goods, lots of things. They even had some oddities to go around. A hat shop, a masquerade shop, magic shops, psychics, invention part shops, and recycling shops.

Himigakure always made use of its trash. Rather it was to make odd but useful things or common items.

It was just the place anyone would want to stay.

Anyone but, Cloud Strife.

A blue eyed teen lay currently atop a hill near the outskirts of town. His spiky blond hair swayed gently in the wind, his bangs caressed his face softy. The sun soothed over his pale unchanging skin and the boy sighed as he stretched himself out further. His shirt rode up slightly, exposing his toned equally pale stomach. Streatched to his full length he was about six foot two. He didnt deny he was freakishly tall, everyone knew that. But he also didnt deny he was better looking thann most, and better able to handle his height with athlecis activites.

Some of the other kids at the orphanage in the towns mainland had deen slightly jealous. Somehow he'd managed to skip out of church that day.

He couldnt help it as his thoughts strayed back to his early days. The day's where he'd been hated, spat on and abused. He'd accepted it though, just like he always had. It wassnt his fault he was born with this...this blessing.

Yes to them it may have been a curse, the fact that religous itams crumbled and burned and priest stepped down in fear. But he knew he was blessed. He couldnt see it, and he knew he never would. But just the thought somehow made him feel better, even if it was only when he dreamed.

He still remembered her, Mrs. Yuki. He remebered how she died. He remembered her funeral.

He remembered that song.

He closed his eyes softly as his lips formed the words to a song he'd never forget

"Oh, oh, gidyup

All of these flowers
For this friend of ours, it's such a shame
All of these people
All of them equally feel the same
There's silence and weeping
Looks like he's sleeping, the children say
They say he was ready, I hope he was ready
Is the prayer I'm praying

When Gabriel begins to blow
Victory shall be mine
When the horses get ready to go
Angels won't leave me behind

I'm gonna be, got to be ready
When the chariot comes
(When the chariot, when the chariot comes)
I'm gonna be, got to be ready
When the chariot comes

(Giddyup)
Over the prairie
The pallbearers carry and lay him to rest
Satan's a cheater, Christ is the teacher
And life's the test

Oh Lord, take me higher
Never liked fire, I can't stay here
I gotta get ready, gotta get ready
Time has drawn near
When Gabriel begins to blow
Victory shall be mine
When the horses get ready to go
The angels won't leave me behind

As I lay me down to sleep
I pray my soul you keep
If I die before I wake
I pray my soul you'll take
'Cause I gotta be, gotta be ready, when Jesus comes
When that chariot comes
Got to be , got to be ready, when the chariot comes

Said I've got to be, got to be ready
When the chariot comes"

Cloud sighed as the words slowly faded from his lips. It was sung softly, so softly that he wouldnt have known it was him if it hadnt been coming from his own lips.

The church bell sounded for the second time that evening as Cloud pulled himself to his feet. He wore long black cargo shorts that hung dangerously on his hips. A black leather sleeveless jacket hugged him nigely and he tucked the invisible white undershirt deeper into the waist band of his shorts. His outfits usually consisted of black leather, even during summer. The people who worked the orphanage couldnt stop him because he used his own money, that and Cloud had a feeling they were scared of him. He knew he could possible exploit it but he chose not to.

He dusted grass from his cargos and made sure his white shirt wasnt showing and that the leather jacked didnt ride up before deeming himself presentable and making his way back towards town.

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Cloud took the back streets of the town to the orphanage. After he'd come back into town he'd went out to pick up his paycheck from his job. As usual they underpayed him but that was to be expected. He didnt care, however.

The sun was a bit too bright for his liking as he made his way into a large maze of alley ways. He knew none of the children took this way to their 'home' because there had been many reports fo robberies and killings. That didnt particuarlly phase him. Sure geeting robbed wasnt all that nice, he'd been held at gun point more than once in his life before he'd reached his growth spurt. He'd seen people die also. It wasnt as if he was worried. It was all apart of his job, and he did his kob with pride.

The people at his work were the few people who'd managed to penetrate his shell of a world. They, like him, were all orphans in need of a job. They did things they werent proud of but when your told to make money to feed yourself and that you'd only be given a place to sleep, you did what you could.

It wasnt like he talked to them. No he hadnt talked to anyone. He wasnt ever planning on it either. Even though he was never really social with them they still managed to get underneth his skin and get some type of reaction out of him.

Cloud turned left and made three rights before he was faced with a large brock wall. He grunted in annoyance when he saw someone had taken an old couch and disposed of it already. He looked up, making sure nobody was looking out of a window or hanging laundry before he backed up a couple of feet and charged the wall. In two fluint moves he hanaged to hook his right boot on a brick that was slightly protroding from the wall and hoist himself into the just as his two hands grasped onto the ledge. He applied just enough force to propel himself off the wall into a graceful gackflip. He anded smoothly, in a kneeling position, arms out behind him.

The blond glanced up at the large trees of the surrounding forest that was on the orphanage's land before rising to his full height. He could heat a situation of some sort playing out about twenty feet away but he paid it no heed. There were always 'situations' playing out, it wasnt as if it were a rare occurance.

The blond weaved his way expertlly through a thicket of trees. He passed a small stream and watched idally as a small fish weaved in and out of the plants in its habitat. He continued walking towards a clearing where you could clearly see the back end of the large mansion.

Behind the mansion there was a stable. In the stables were, odddly, a family of foxes.

Foxes ih Himigakure were not rare, but they never went near people. Cloud had found it rare when he'd seen the mother fox birth her kit's there. Supposadly the fox was meant to be vicious but instead she was in need of a place to birth. It was odd because as Cloud had learned in school that particular breed of fox, which they called Nine Tailed Beast, that once the mother fox gave birth to her young, she stayed until she died.

Cloud did not want to clean up a dead fox.

Turning away from the slightly depressing thoughts the blond made his way to the front of the house. It was surprising he'd been allowed to stay in a nice looking home. There was a circle driveway with a statue of a boy wrapped in robes that turned into wings. The boys head was tilted back, and he was baring his throat to the Gods. Cloud had always loved the statue. It somehow rememinded him of himself. A garden surrounded the circle drive putting an end to the long dirt road that lead. The mansion itself was nice and big. It was three stories. The house was large and was colored a vanila white. There were two large pillars at the entrande and two large glass dors that lead to the inside. It looked nice but looks were very deceiving.

Inside the house was a site to see. Once you stepped inside you immediatly saw a parlor. It wasnt anything special. Marble floors and expensive paintings, that was it. In front were two large staircases. One was for the older kids the other for the younger. The large banaster made its way all around the house. If you stepped in to the middle of the room you could see all the doors that were surrounded on each side. Facinf the two stair cases if you went of either flight there was another smaller staircase that was concealed from site by two large black doors. No one had ever been inside and because it was the owners bedroom, Cloud had never wanted to be inside.

To the left of the parlor was a long hallway that lead to the kitchen and the dinning room, to the right lead to the main sitting room and visiting guest rooms. Although the 'Guest' rooms were only use for people who wanted to adopt and lived out of country and were their to pick up a child. They usually stayed a night or two before they left with their 'bundle of joy'. Needless to say, either it was the headmistresses doing or not, none of the children who left came back.

Cloud wasnt sure it that was good or bad.

He was about to go inside when he heard a sob come from somewhere behind him. He turned and raised a questioning eyebrow at the scene before him.

There was a yellow cab sitting patiently at the end of the dirt road, where the circle began. There was a man and a woman leaning against the yellow vehicle. The woman had short raven hair and wore a green sundress. She was holding on to her husband, Cloud assumed, and crying. The man in general was standing perfectly still, not moving a muscle. As if he were afraid of the damage it may do. He could clearly see the head mistress after she walked from behind the statue that concealed his view. She looked to be comfoting the woman somehow but it looked as if it wasnt working. Now Cloud was smart enough to come up with several scenerios.

A. She wanted a kid here but it was already taken when she came back for it. Bummer.

B. She just found a kid that she'd abandoned. Not likely...

C. She was dropping off some kids. Jesus, he hoped not.

He watched engrossed as the situation played its role. He knew it would get him in trouble for spying but what did he care. He followed the rules so he was immune to punishment if he broke them once. He knew that wasnt true but he was going to keep thinking it.

The man had long since let go of the woman and was now opening the back door. He reached in and there seemed to be some sort of struggle going on before the man had managed to drag the person out enough for the blond to see two slightly short tan arms fighting the man off. He watched as the woman clung to the caretaker and as the man finally managed to retreve the boy from the depths of the yellow cab.

The boy was screaming and, Cloud had to give him credit, the kid had a good set of lungs on him. The tall man was holding him back as the ravenhaired boy was trying to lunge for the woman. Cloud didnt know if it was to injure her or to seek comfort but somehow he had his answer when he looked at the boys tear streaked face.

The boy had a crazy amount of raven hair. It was spiked hazardly in the back and framed his face gently yet possesivly in the front. His baby tan skin gleamed slightly in the sun while his green eyes broke their dams and leaked for the woman out of his reach. He was wearing a blue sweatshirt and skinny blue jeans. He was kind of short Cloud noticed, maybe still in his fives. But he looked like he could hold his own, although now wasnt exactlly a good judgement of that.

The boy looked a mess. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was a fluidy mess. Cloud was about to go on with his musings when he saw the next boy exit the car and walk over to the other. The man let go of the shorter male immedially and Cloud watched as the two similars embraced the other. One a heaving wreck and the other trying to stay composed.

Cloud could somehow sympathize with the younger looking one, but that didnt mean he understood.

Not wanting to watch anymore the blond turned on his heel and marched his way into the large mansion. He walked past some of his friends in the parlor and gave them a nod before going up the left stairway. He turned left then left again and made his way down to the fifth door. The rooms mat have looked small but they were actually quite large. He shared his room with four people, less than the amount in regular rooms. His roomates were Yazoo, Sephiroith, Laz, and Kadaj. He knew them all because they wroked together in the same district in downtown.

Althought they didnt exactlly do the same job they saw a good amount of eachother. He and Sephiroith worked together and Yazzo, Kadaj, and Laz work together.

Cloud sighed as he opened the door to the large expansive room. He walked through the hallway and turned left into another hallway. He walked down to the third room and opened the door.

Cloud's room wasnt exactlly what one would call welcomeing. Thats why he was the only one with no roommate. The rooms in the mansions could by themselves technically be considered droms.

Cloud shook his head slightly and walked into his room. The walls were a dark blue, the carpet lush white. There were technically three beds in the room. A single bed in which he slept next to the window, and a bunk bed which was which was sideways against the wall where his headboard was. Beside the headboard, seperating the bunkbed and the single, was a nightstand with a tv on top of it. There were two red bing bags in front of it and a sightstand was next to the headboard of the bunkbed apposite his bed. It was slightly big but that didnt mean a thing. He didnt care if he had a room to himself or if he had to share. He just liked the quiet that the room ensured.

Cloud walked over to his bed and began to strip down to his underwear. He was doing an extra shift tonight because he needed more money to buy some books. He knew he could just ask Yazoo, but he hated depending on the other.

He had about two hours before the extra corner at twelth and fifth was taken. There were always people looking out to see if he'd come or not. There had even been customers who'd actualy wait until his shift started to come, although that slightly decreased the price depending on how long they had to wait.

This, no doubt, annoyed the blond to no end but it was his job..

Right?

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There were moans and groans in the dim lit motel. Gasping and the creaking of floorboards.

Hands roamed sensually over his heated skin and he panted in excitement. the locks of his hair was sweaty and matted to his forehead, Pale fingers cleanched in the thin blankets, hips rolling. A large hand moved south, tracing patterns on his sides that drove him crazy. The hand took purchase on his hip, and clamped down tightly. He moaned again. The drugs in his system were driving him crazy. Every touch pushed him closer to the edge, only to bring him back again and push the pleasure on tenfold. HE was so lost in feeling all the words being spat at him meant nothing to him. They never did.

They were his customers.

He was mearly for pleasure. His feelings meant nothing but to drive the man above him on. He whimpered in pain as blunt nails ran down his touch sensitive thighs. the hand moved back up and stroked his inner thigh, He almost exploded.

Those talented hands got closer and closer to their goal.

Only to retreat back up his legs, over his hips, and take purchase on his toned stomach. He knew he was being toyed with and, he would be sure to charge extra, He always charged extra for kinky sex and fetishes but...oh god...

A moan ripped itself from his throat as his leaking member was fisted roughly. He opened his mouth in a silent scream/ His hands shot up and fisted into the man above him dark hair.

The man grunted before letting his talented hands go to work.

His large callosed hand stroked the underside of the blonds twitching cock and long fingers carressed his sacks. The hand moved up slowly changing position. Cloud bit his lip hard when the mans thumb massaged his slit of his purpling head. He wanted to cum so badly, oh God just a bit more. He groaned in pleasured agony as the head of his cock was massaged between the mans thumb and pointer finger.

Three fingers positioned themselves infront of his mouth and he happily took then in and began lapping on them. He sucked and thouroughly wet each digit hungrily, anticipation the breech to his system. The man removed his fingers and a muttered 'slut' didnt go unnoticed b the blond. Before he could do anything he screamec himself raw as all three fingers breeched him at once. His eyes were opened wide as was his mouth. His back was arched beautifully and his arms wrapped tightly around the mans neck who was lightly kissing his stomach.

His though process stoped, as if time froze.

And then those talented finger began a fast brutal tempo.

And his crashed back down again in pained pleasure.

Cloud will admit, he was a bit of a sadist. He loved the pain that came with pleasure. He loved riding each wave, although he preferred the pleasure. It didnt matter who he fucked, he was okay being a tool. Just aslong as he got the pain.

The pleasure.

Because in the end, his purpose was to be used.

Was it wrong to enjoy it and hate it at the same time?

Was it wrong to hope for something more?

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2nd Chapter DONE!