YAY! 200 REVIEWS MY LOVES! THAT IS QUITE THE STEP TOWARDS FREEING ROXAS::happiness: More and more new people I am noticing::hands out cookies:: So. The Golden Compass tomorrow. ::excitement:: Might not update tomorrow, I know I wont be here on Saturday. eee.
COMMENTS. I actually have some. and holy mother of yes reviewing Zesty's story (DOITNOW XD) SO counts as helping free Roxas! XD
KIKI YOU GOT A SNOWDAY!? Boo. A few days ago it seemed like every damned county but MINE had schools closed. Sadness.
And dear OnlyInThisLight, I think that Demyx's other's name is Myde. I have no idea where I learned this. 8D but I dunno really. BUT OMG SOMEONE NOTICED THAT ROXAS AAANDDD DEMYX BOTH LOVE ROMANCE NOVELS::tackles:: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. AND ew I hate the stupid Small World ride. I went on it to humor my mother. I hope you threw up on one of the scary dolls. XP
Oh and the quarter, the 3 sitar strings, and the stapler? shit even I don't know what went down there. XP
So I think this ones going to be interesting. AND I didn't write ANY of these poems except one. And I'm preeety sure you'll figure out which. But in case you don't, it pertains to fish. 8D
What If…
Leon secretly wrote love poetry to Cloud?
((as suggested by the lovely Sofricus Aurora Zakuro))
Cloud sighed happily as he walked in the door after a hard day's training. "I'm home," he muttered to no one in particular. "Leon?" he questioned. "Where are you?"
Cloud walked around the house for a while, before settling himself in their bedroom. I wonder where he is…He shut his eyes for a moment, before getting up and rubbing his hands together. Guess I'd better get some cleaning done before he gets home, because then nothing will get done…Cloud smirked to himself and rolled up his sleeves. He laid down on his stomach and looked under the bed for potential dust bunnies that he missed in last week's cleaning session.
"This wasn't here before," Cloud muttered, seeing an old shoebox under the bed. He pulled it out and sat on top of the bed. In bright orange sharpie the words 'OPEN AND BE CASTRATED' were written in friendly, curly lettering. Cloud chuckled. Leon has really outdone himself with this one…He opened the box, and, seeing no angry man coming at him with scissors, examined its contents.
It appeared to be a box of old papers. Cloud picked one of the scraps up and examined it closely. "It's a poem!" he said aloud, "I didn't know Leon was a poet…" He began to read one.
"Roses are red,
Fish sticks are fried,
Cloud is really juicy,
But fried seafood is not."
Cloud blinked and read the poem again. "I'm juicy…?" He picked up another paper, nonplussed.
"Your hugs are like whip cream,
Your kisses are like Jell-O,
I hope you always have
Room in your heart for this fellow."
Cloud snickered. "He seems to have an obsession with food as an image," he said, chuckling as he picked up another:
"My love is like cabbage,
Divided into two,
The leaves I give to others,
The heart I give to you."
Cloud just couldn't hold it in anymore. He threw back his head and laughed. Loudly. So loudly that when Leon walked in the door, he immediately went upstairs to see what was going on.
"What are you doing?" Leon exclaimed, snatching the box away from a still laughing Cloud.
He tried to sober. "Your poems are very…unique, Leon," Cloud said, snickering. "I didn't know that I was so…juicy."
Leon's face was expressionless. "Get out."
Cloud sobered immediately. "What?"
"You heard me," Leon said, serious. "I said get out."
"But its my hous-"
"Get out dammit!" Leon cried, coming at him in anger. Cloud stood up and left the bedroom and then house in a rush.
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Cloud sighed softly as he walked down the street during the crisp winter afternoon. Luckily he had the sense to grab he coat as he barreled out the door, for it was quickly getting chillier and chillier.
Man, I've really fucked up, Cloud thought sadly, I didn't know that Leon was that into poetry. He slowed as he walked past a library and then the costume rental shop. An idea slowly formed in his mind as he began to smile.
"Maybe there's a way to win my way back into my own house tonight."
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Leon sat in the living room, pouting. "He didn't have to laugh at them," Leon muttered to himself. "He could have just said he didn't like them…he didn't have to laugh…" Leon started when he heard a knock at the door.
Leon plastered on a face of indifference as he opened the door. Indifference quickly turned into incredulity as he looked at the 1700s!Cloud down on bended knee before him.
"What the hell-?"
"It is my Leon!" Cloud said, trying and failing to pretend as if he was from the 1770s. He was wearing a pair of tan breeches, white socks, a blue coat with matching waistcoat, and buckled shoes.
Leon laughed at him. "There are…ruffles…on your shirt sleeves!" Leon said, laughing harder.
Cloud glared at him, but continued on. "A Red, Red, Rose by Robert Burns…"
Leon slowly stopped laughing and started to focus intently on Cloud's performance on their porch.
"O, my love is like a red, red rose,
That's newly sprung in June.
O, my love is like the melody,
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As far art thou, my bonnie las-lad," Cloud correctly quickly, improvising and grinning sheepishly.
"So deep in love am I,
And I will love thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.
And fare thee well, my only love,
And fare the well a while!
And I will come again, my love,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile!"
Leon smiled warmly and looked down at the still kneeling Cloud. "Can I come in now?" Cloud said, whining. "My legs are starting to cramp."
Leon laughed and pulled him up to drag him inside. Once Leon had shut the door, Cloud spun him and put his hands on his shoulders. His gaze was serious. "You do know that I was only kidding you, right?" he asked seriously. "I thought you're poetry was cute."
Leon was silent. Cloud continued to stare intently at him for long minutes. After a beat, Leon spoke.
"It is impossible to take anything you say seriously in that outfit," he said, bursting out into laughter.
Cloud pinked and stepped back. "I was going for dramatic effect!"
"Oh it's dramatic alright," Leon said, pulling Cloud close suddenly. "I bet it would look even better on the bedroom floor than it does on you," he whispered.
Cloud smirked. "That could be arranged," he said, and closed in for a kiss.
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WHY IS IT I NEVER LIKE THE CLEONS. But I do despise poetry. BUT I like that one poem. I read it for Brit Lit in the summer. XD Boo. I am tired. Talk soon lovelies!
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