I do not own Final Fantasy nor Legend of Zelda.
Sorry for the delay. I had a hell of work these past months and well...yeah. Couldn't upload not even a measly chapter. But here we go the continuation of Iris. I hope you like it. :)
We agreed to see each other at the same cafe at exactly the same hour the next day. After the grisly vision of Truant's iris turned carmine, I had a hard time in recovering the line of conversation. I just saw the fine lips of my teammate move with a recognizable pattern, but no sound came to my ears and I simply couldn't decipher what he was saying whatsoever. I found myself lost in the scarlet eyed man picture and my mind wondered in the possible relation between the man before me and the legend of the red-eyed moon. But...no. That wasn't possible. What ridiculous ideas are you getting Cloud? It was nothing more than a legend. A vile story for kids possibly created to fill them with fear and educate them. Truant was just pulling my hair and I, like a good fool, fell for his lies. I was sure he was laughing at me at the moment. For sure, Truant was a sadist and the worst of its kind. And he loved to watch me at is mercy, playing with me and my head. The bastard. Damn you! Damn you, Truant! Daring to laugh about me, making me believe stupid things about moons and giants and fair ladies...Who did he take me for? I swore as I walked like a fury towards my house that I'll get revenge. In one way or another I'll make that odious bastard pay for every insult made to my person. My soul sought and demanded revenge; cruel, sweet and delicious revenge.
As soon as I arrived home I ran to my room, ignoring the slight pain I got from hitting my arm against the banister of the stairs. I closed the door with a thunderous push and yelled ireful. How dare that hideous bastard made me look like a buffoon? Who does he think he is to laugh at my expense? HE'LL PAY! HE WILL PAY THOUSANDFOLD! I pulled at my air in desperation and a disgusting sense of embarrassment sieged me at having fallen like a fish for its bait on his trap. I wanted to puke. I fell dramatically on my bed bouncing slightly until I was almost completely covered by the bed sheets. I must have looked like one of those ladies in a bad soap opera. "Shit...Fucking Truant..." I hissed while my hands kept their strong grip on my hair. My poor hair. It wasn't at fault that Truant was a fucker of the worst. "Fucking asshole..." My hands loosened their hold on my hair. That bastard. He must have had a blast with the reactions he got from me at his crazy idea for a project. He must have planned it all along. My glare intensified as I imagined his laughter. "Fucker." I snarled and glowered even fiercer at the ceiling, willing it to catch fire and with that appease the rancor of my spirit. But nothing occurred. And while I frowned with renewed fervor and the flames erupted from my eyes...the ceiling remained intact. Apparently, I still didn't possessed the strength to set things on fire. Besides, if I had it...Truant would have perished long ago. I smiled jovially. It wasn't a bad thought. I closed my eyes and imagined my hateful stare setting fire to a poor and weak Truant, who begged for mercy even though he knew none was to be given. In my crazy dream, I laughed maniacally while Truant screamed painfully and heartbreakingly. Yes. It was a nice thought. With a wide smile and a few well created Truant's painful screams, I fell deeply asleep.
"Cloud! Dinner's ready!" My mother's scream woke me up. It took my a while for me to react, for sleep still clouded my eyes and mind.
"Coming!" I answered and sat up. With a sigh, I scratched the remaining signs of slumber from my eyes. In that moment of relaxations my memory decided to react and I remembered everything that had happened hours ago. Why was I drowned into this mess? Why did Truant had to torment my days and even my hours and dreams? Till where will that guy go to make me miserable? Why me? I snarled and allowed myself to fall heavily on my bed. As far as I was concerned I had been the most adorable, obedient, intelligent, responsible, honest...en a few words...perfect man around! I had been all that had been asked from me and even more. Excellent son, successful student, a young gentleman with the ladies and the best friend anyone could ask for. What could have I possibly done to deserve a week in hell with Truant as the devil? For a strange and unexplainable reason my mind fixated itself in the thought and transformed that thought into a vision. But instead of it being a hell of hate and contempt, it became a hell of passionate lips and lust filled gazes. With Truant and I as the stars of the film. With Truant and I intertwined by our limbs. With Truant and I and Truants lips that burned my skin pleasantly. With Truant and I and wondering hands that molded and scratched and held and pinched. Truant a flame of desire. A crazy hell of passion and pleasures. "WAAH!" I screamed horrified. WHAT THE HELL?
"Cloud!" My mother's scream reverberated in the house.
"I heard! I heard! Coming!" I answered frustrated. I stood up, the vision still invading my mind. My breathing was fast and my mind revolted around it. What the hell was happening to me? Why was it happening to me? I descended slowly to dinner, a tad bit afraid. I couldn't deny it. I was slightly afraid of what the night may bring.
"Em...Didn't we agreed an hour later?" I asked as my eyes landed on Truant in the threshold of my front door. I had woken up an hour later than usual, a thing that frightened me when occurs. Bad things tended to happen the rest of the day. Things like the mysterious falling of our living room's TV, the fracture of Zack's arm and even the mysterious boiler explosion of my aunt's house. I swore that someone had probably cursed me the day of my birth. It wasn't possible that things like that happened out of nowhere only in the days that I woke up later than seven in the morning. So, the only explanation I had for such horrible and unexplainable situations was a curse. And that moment wasn't the exception. Things like that didn't just suddenly stop happening just when Truant showed up. To make things worse...it felt even harsher and tenser...the dread that is. I sensed that something horrifying was bound to happen, something terrifying and prettifying. I felt it in my body, flowing in my veins freezing them. I sensed the choking dread in the very depths of my soul. The unexplainable sense of anxiety, of wishing to remain hidden forever, overwhelmed me. And I couldn't stop the unresting beating of my heart. The only way I knew to stop from things to happen when things turned like this was to remain locked in my room. That way whatever terrible thing that was bound to happen will fall on my person. Yet...I had agreed with Truant to meet today. And Cloud Strife is a man of his word. It didn't matter how much his sixth sense screamed at him that he shouldn't put a feet out of his home, he was to fulfill his word. The Strifes never...NEVER...speak just for the beauty of the words.
"Yes." He said boringly. And with that slow and lazy voice, I remembered my vision of the night. My heart stopped beating and my breathing stopped flat. The images hit me with such a force that I lost my bearings for a while. My eyes landed on his fine, plump lips and on my mind they melted me with suffocating heat. His one ice cold iris looked at me and in my imagination it froze me with the intensity of its stare. The voice that so monotonously called at me, in my dreams it tangled me in a web of sighs and wailings. It terrified me what my subconscious could come up with when I wasn't paying attention. I feared what could such things mean and whatever they could cause me. No. No. I couldn't think like that. Aerith. Think of Aerith. I told myself over and over and over again. What was Truant doing to me? Why was it him that appeared in my vision of carnal hell? What was happening to me? Why was it happening to me? Aerith. Aerith. I need you. I need to see you. I need to feel you to forget. Forget that there was ever such thoughts in me. Aerith. Aerith. Please, Aerith. Help me get back on the road that I wish. Aerith. Aerith. Smile to me Aerith. Hold me in your soft arms Aerith. Kiss me. Kiss me as if there were no tomorrow. Aerith. Please, Aerith.
"Would you let me in? Or should I stay out here to roast like a chicken?" His voice brought me out of my thoughts. I didn't trust my voice, so mutedly I moved aside to let him in. Just before his other foot touched the wooden floors of my home he turned and looked at me with his only visible eye. And he smiled. My eyes locked on his one ice-cold blue eye. I swore I saw a flicker of something deep in that frozen blue. Something that I knew was there a day ago. Something I missed deeply the day before. Something that reemerged now. A flicker, a peek of something deep and unknown. And for a reason that I can't actually explain...it made my heart feel at peace and swell at the same time. Was I relieved to see such unexplainable light in his eye? Why should I be? Why am I?
In what had I gotten myself into?
Aerith.
Help.