Ballad of a Fallen Angel

Ballad of A Fallen Angel

Disclaimer: Final Fantasy is not mine, no matter how much I
wish it were. But this nifty little piece of fiction is! So enjoy. ^__^

Prelude

It’s been years,
but he still found himself thinking about the other man. The way he respected
and revered him. The way he could do no wrong. The way the sun danced on his
pale hair, the way his eyes always seemed to glitter, how he almost floated
across the floor. If he concentrated enough he could still hear the smooth,
gentle voice, the finger tips caressing his skin, the scent of leather and
exotic flowers surrounding him, making his knees weak at the mere remembrance
of them. He was an angel cast down from heaven to walk amongst the undeserving
mortals.

Yes, he was an angel, his fallen angel.

They found
themselves on opposite sides now; one trying to save the world, the other
trying to destroy it. The days of them walking the same path were over, the
nights they shared just a distant memory. He knew he should just forget
anything ever happened, but when the sun would set the old feelings from their
forbidden passion would arise once more. How he longed for that loving gaze of
his angel. Those eyes had a way of making him forget how to breathe.

He stared
off to the horizon, millions of stars dotting the clam night sky. He remembered
he would often find his angel looking up to the stars. One night he finally
asked what he was doing and his angel replied he was listening to the stars
sing. They stood there in each other’s arms and he could hear it, the stars
singing. It was a slow, sad song, but it was laced with an unspoken hope. Hope
for the future, hope for all that looked and wished upon them from afar.

It was that
night that he realized he was in love. His angel breached all the walls he
created around him without even his noticing. It all just felt so natural. He
looked at the beauty in his arms and traced his fingertips over his cheek.

“I love you.”

The
words rolled off his tongue before he was given another chance to think. So
there, he said it, and with surprising ease like he knew it all along. No
guilt, no feeling dirty afterwards. It felt even more natural. He looked into
those eyes and once again forgot how to breathe. They were sparkling with
emotion, almost threatening to overflow. His angel was waiting to hear those
words all his life, from anyone, just to be wanted was enough. But he knew he
was different from just looking into those eyes. His angel loved him back, and
that night he showed him, in more ways than one, that his love was sincere.

The longer
they were apart only made his love grow more, bordering on obsession. He needed
him back, to feel his arms around him, to hear his voice whisper sweet little
nothings into his ear, to gaze into those eyes glistening with love. The
feelings in his chest welled up, about to burst, just thinking about him. He
couldn’t take the loneliness much longer. The world be damned, he was going to
take his angel back.

“Cloud…”

Author’s Note: Howdy ya’ll! This is the first story I’ve
posted. I hope you were somewhat entertained by it. I’d like to thank my little
brother who was the beta-reader for some of this fic. He described it as
“corny, gay soft core porn.” ::sigh:: Thanks bro, your input is always so
helpful. But yours ::points to reader dramatically:: is always appreciated! I
thrive off of constructive criticism.

Well partner, I’ll see ya in chapter 1! ::waves goodbye::