Tiny Dancer
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male › Cloud/Sephiroth
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
19
Views:
1,057
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48
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 2
Title: Tiny Dancer
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Author: Lynsey
Websites: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ and http://lotr.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296789875 .
Mailing List: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Fiction_by_Lynsey/
Beta: None
Chapter: 2/?
Pairings: None yet
Rating: PG so far
Warnings: Very AU, language
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Opening night for Midgar Dance Company’s newest show may be the beginning of something more than just a hot new act.
The finale came and went and lights came back up. Zack rolled his neck and bounced in place a little to get the blood moving again. He wasn’t use to sitting in one spot for so long. An usher appeared at the entrance to their box just as Sephiroth stood and adjusted the fit of his suit jacket.
“I’ll escort you back stage if you are ready, sirs?” asked the usher.
Sephiroth nodded and moved forward, Zack trailing along behind in a confused manner.
“I didn’t know we were going back stage! Who are we meeting? Is it anyone good? Can I get their autograph? Is it any good if I did get their autograph? Could I sell it on E-Sell for a lot of money? Is there a party? Will there be booze? What-”
“Zackary.”
Zack huffed and stopped babbling, choosing instead to count the number of women that screamed in that annoying, screeching way every time one of them caught a glimpse of Sephiroth. The halls were packed as the theater emptied and people make their way outside. It took some shoving and elbowing to get to the entrance to the stage area. They finally entered a door that read “Staff and Employees Only” that took a key-card from the usher to open. The halls beyond were very quiet compared to the chaos that they had fought through to get here.
They were lead down several twists and turns to a hallway with several doors set into both sides. The party stopped in front of one door that had a small, gold plaque on the front that read:
C. Strife
Principle, Midgar Dance Company
Premier Danseur Noble
The usher knocked on the door and then excused himself. From beyond the wood Zack heard a faint and somewhat harried, “Come in!” Sephiroth opened the door and stepped inside, ushering Zack in beside him.
Opening the door, Zack was immediately bombarded with the chatter of a young woman sitting on an ottoman. Cloud was seated on the floor with his right leg extended up into her lap. The sweatpants he was wearing were gathered around his right thigh, showing off a perfectly sculpted calf and a corded, creamy thigh. His chest was bare, and the position in he was in caused his stomach to crunch into delicious, defined detail. Definitely not Zack’s type, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t, ahem, enjoy the view.
"You broke your fourth and fifth metatarsus. These ones here and here,” said the woman who looked and sounded like some sweet grade school teacher going over the names of bones in her science class. “These aren't just stress fractures Cloud. These fuckers are shrapnel.” Ok, not so school teacher anymore. “I don't know how you were walking, let alone freaking dancing for the last half hour. I tooold you not to go en pointe tonight, didn't I? DIDN'T I?!"
"Yes, ma'am," was the sheepish reply. The dancer was pale, sweating, and obviously in pain and trying not to show it.
Zack took a moment to observe the dressing room, and was slightly disappointed. He had been expecting the kind of dressing room you see associated with starlets: a big mirror with lots of lights around it, velvet covered chairs, a huge closet filled with costumes, and vases overflowing with flowers from fans and admirers. This room was, well, pitiful looking. A small dresser was against one wall with an old, cracked mirror propped up on top of it. Various cosmetics were scattered across the top of the dresser as well as bits and pieces of jewelry. One long mirror was situated next to the dresser, but it had obviously not been washed in a long time and grit had built up along the edges. There was the beat-up leather ottoman that was cracked with old age and starting to loose its stuffing from a rip in the bottom. A tall folding screen in the corner was draped haphazardly with costumes that Zack recognized from the show. The room was accented with old rugs that had seen better days, and all Zack could think was, Ghetto-tastic!.
"Excuse me," interjected Sephiroth quietly. "I'm sorry to disturb you. The director assured me you would be free after the performance, and I am very sorry to see that you are not. Perhaps some other time-"
"Oh. OH!" said Cloud struggling to stand. "I'm so sorry! I thought you were just one of the stage crew, and-"
"Cloud!" snapped the lady dressed in pink scrubs. "Sit!"
Cloud sat.
"And you!" she turned on the interlopers at the door. "I don't know who you are but you're going to have to leave-" She stopped as she fully realized who she was talking to. "Oh, um...ah...Hi?" She waved half-heartedly.
"General...sir...um...Would you like to sit down?" asked Cloud as he waived at two rusted folding chairs leaning against the wall. "I'm sorry about this. When I told the director I could meet with you I was fine, but the second set kind of did me in," he said with a blush, indicating his bruised, broken, and now slowly swelling foot.
Zack grabbed a chair and exclaimed, "Geez! I can't believe you were still functioning with that. Last time I broke my foot-"
"You cried like a baby until I Cured you," Sephiroth said with a smirk and set up one of the chairs. He sat gracefully, as if the seat was a throne and not a metal piece-of-shit folding chair.
"Did not," muttered Zack. His rebuttal decidedly lack luster because, well, it was true.
Cloud smiled shyly and replaced his foot back into the girl's lap.
"I guess introductions are in order," stated the girl as she resumed poking and proding Cloud's foot. "I'm Aeris, the physical therapist and emergency medical technician for the company." She nodded at the two newcomers in welcome.
"As you may already know," Sephiroth said wryly, "I am General Sephiroth. This idiot with me is Zack Fair, SOLDIER 2nd Class."
"Hey! I resemble that remark!"
Aeris giggled and then sighed sadly. "I don't know what I'm going to do with this Cloud. I can't afford a Restore, my budget's gone for this quarter. You'll just have to go on leave until it heals."
"Just wrap it up and give me some pain killers. I'll be fine for the matinee tomorrow."
"Cloud Strife! You will absolutely not perform tomorrow. How could you possibly-"
"The company won't shell out for a Restore?" Zack cut in, puzzled.
The dancer and the EMT gave him jaundiced looks.
"Ooookay then," Zack said and rubbed the back of his neck.
Sephiroth raised an inquiring eyebrow. "I would think they would want their star to be well cared for."
Cloud laughed bitterly. "It's cheaper to just get me bandages and pain killers. This isn't the first time this has happened."
"And it's only going to get worse!" exclaimed Aeris. "Every time you do this the bones get weaker and weaker. You need to take some time off!"
"Tell it to the boss, Aeris!" Cloud exploded. Then he sighed and covered his face with his hands. "I'm sorry General, Zack. This isn't what you came to hear."
"Quite alright. You are understandably upset and probably in pain. I would be happy to offer my services to you this evening. I am not in possession of a Restore at this moment, but I would be happy to collect one and use it to Cure your injury,” Sephiroth offered quietly and sincerely.
Everyone in the room was quiet, two from shock and the other from suspicion.
“Aaaand, what do you want in exchange?” Aeris asked dubiously.
“Only the chance to watch you dance again, Cloud,” Sephiroth’s answer was the unfeigned truth. Cloud blushed again and lowered his eyes to the hands that were clutched in his lap.
Aeris huffed. “Fine.”
She stood, gently placing Cloud’s injured foot on the ottoman. Picking up a dirty napkin she scribbled something on it with a pen that said, “Dirty Rose Motel.” She handed the napkin to Sephiroth and set the pen back onto the dresser. “That’s the address of Cloud’s apartment. Get your materia and meet us there. I’ll help Cloud get home.”
Sephiroth nodded and stood, folding his chair and leaning it against the wall again.
“Zackary. Come.”
Zack glared at being ordered around like that, but folded up his chair and followed anyway. The whole Angeal/Puppy thing was going a leetle too far. He tossed a wink at Aeris before he exited. No harm in a little flirting, after all.
TBC…
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Premier Danseur Noble: The highest rank that can be placed upon a male ballet dancer. The female equivalent is Prima Ballerina Assoluta.
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Reviewers!
Frizz: Lots and lots more coming. I have several chapters written. I just hope I don't get blocked after so much is pouring out of my head...
Etrixan: Glad you liked it! More is on the way...
Whipoflightheartofsword: Oops! Thanks for catching that. That would be one of those mistakes that Word doesn't catch for you. That, and it keeps changing "materia" to "material." I'm gonna murder that stupid autocorrect one day.
sephcounttheways: OMG *flails* My favorite author reviewed my story and wants to read more of it! *dies* I'm glad you enjoyed it! It means a lot to me!
Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Author: Lynsey
Websites: http://lynsey-schadegg.livejournal.com/ and http://lotr.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296789875 .
Mailing List: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Fiction_by_Lynsey/
Beta: None
Chapter: 2/?
Pairings: None yet
Rating: PG so far
Warnings: Very AU, language
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Do not sue, all I got are college loans, and this isn’t helping to pay them off.
Summary: Opening night for Midgar Dance Company’s newest show may be the beginning of something more than just a hot new act.
The finale came and went and lights came back up. Zack rolled his neck and bounced in place a little to get the blood moving again. He wasn’t use to sitting in one spot for so long. An usher appeared at the entrance to their box just as Sephiroth stood and adjusted the fit of his suit jacket.
“I’ll escort you back stage if you are ready, sirs?” asked the usher.
Sephiroth nodded and moved forward, Zack trailing along behind in a confused manner.
“I didn’t know we were going back stage! Who are we meeting? Is it anyone good? Can I get their autograph? Is it any good if I did get their autograph? Could I sell it on E-Sell for a lot of money? Is there a party? Will there be booze? What-”
“Zackary.”
Zack huffed and stopped babbling, choosing instead to count the number of women that screamed in that annoying, screeching way every time one of them caught a glimpse of Sephiroth. The halls were packed as the theater emptied and people make their way outside. It took some shoving and elbowing to get to the entrance to the stage area. They finally entered a door that read “Staff and Employees Only” that took a key-card from the usher to open. The halls beyond were very quiet compared to the chaos that they had fought through to get here.
They were lead down several twists and turns to a hallway with several doors set into both sides. The party stopped in front of one door that had a small, gold plaque on the front that read:
Principle, Midgar Dance Company
Premier Danseur Noble
The usher knocked on the door and then excused himself. From beyond the wood Zack heard a faint and somewhat harried, “Come in!” Sephiroth opened the door and stepped inside, ushering Zack in beside him.
Opening the door, Zack was immediately bombarded with the chatter of a young woman sitting on an ottoman. Cloud was seated on the floor with his right leg extended up into her lap. The sweatpants he was wearing were gathered around his right thigh, showing off a perfectly sculpted calf and a corded, creamy thigh. His chest was bare, and the position in he was in caused his stomach to crunch into delicious, defined detail. Definitely not Zack’s type, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t, ahem, enjoy the view.
"You broke your fourth and fifth metatarsus. These ones here and here,” said the woman who looked and sounded like some sweet grade school teacher going over the names of bones in her science class. “These aren't just stress fractures Cloud. These fuckers are shrapnel.” Ok, not so school teacher anymore. “I don't know how you were walking, let alone freaking dancing for the last half hour. I tooold you not to go en pointe tonight, didn't I? DIDN'T I?!"
"Yes, ma'am," was the sheepish reply. The dancer was pale, sweating, and obviously in pain and trying not to show it.
Zack took a moment to observe the dressing room, and was slightly disappointed. He had been expecting the kind of dressing room you see associated with starlets: a big mirror with lots of lights around it, velvet covered chairs, a huge closet filled with costumes, and vases overflowing with flowers from fans and admirers. This room was, well, pitiful looking. A small dresser was against one wall with an old, cracked mirror propped up on top of it. Various cosmetics were scattered across the top of the dresser as well as bits and pieces of jewelry. One long mirror was situated next to the dresser, but it had obviously not been washed in a long time and grit had built up along the edges. There was the beat-up leather ottoman that was cracked with old age and starting to loose its stuffing from a rip in the bottom. A tall folding screen in the corner was draped haphazardly with costumes that Zack recognized from the show. The room was accented with old rugs that had seen better days, and all Zack could think was, Ghetto-tastic!.
"Excuse me," interjected Sephiroth quietly. "I'm sorry to disturb you. The director assured me you would be free after the performance, and I am very sorry to see that you are not. Perhaps some other time-"
"Oh. OH!" said Cloud struggling to stand. "I'm so sorry! I thought you were just one of the stage crew, and-"
"Cloud!" snapped the lady dressed in pink scrubs. "Sit!"
Cloud sat.
"And you!" she turned on the interlopers at the door. "I don't know who you are but you're going to have to leave-" She stopped as she fully realized who she was talking to. "Oh, um...ah...Hi?" She waved half-heartedly.
"General...sir...um...Would you like to sit down?" asked Cloud as he waived at two rusted folding chairs leaning against the wall. "I'm sorry about this. When I told the director I could meet with you I was fine, but the second set kind of did me in," he said with a blush, indicating his bruised, broken, and now slowly swelling foot.
Zack grabbed a chair and exclaimed, "Geez! I can't believe you were still functioning with that. Last time I broke my foot-"
"You cried like a baby until I Cured you," Sephiroth said with a smirk and set up one of the chairs. He sat gracefully, as if the seat was a throne and not a metal piece-of-shit folding chair.
"Did not," muttered Zack. His rebuttal decidedly lack luster because, well, it was true.
Cloud smiled shyly and replaced his foot back into the girl's lap.
"I guess introductions are in order," stated the girl as she resumed poking and proding Cloud's foot. "I'm Aeris, the physical therapist and emergency medical technician for the company." She nodded at the two newcomers in welcome.
"As you may already know," Sephiroth said wryly, "I am General Sephiroth. This idiot with me is Zack Fair, SOLDIER 2nd Class."
"Hey! I resemble that remark!"
Aeris giggled and then sighed sadly. "I don't know what I'm going to do with this Cloud. I can't afford a Restore, my budget's gone for this quarter. You'll just have to go on leave until it heals."
"Just wrap it up and give me some pain killers. I'll be fine for the matinee tomorrow."
"Cloud Strife! You will absolutely not perform tomorrow. How could you possibly-"
"The company won't shell out for a Restore?" Zack cut in, puzzled.
The dancer and the EMT gave him jaundiced looks.
"Ooookay then," Zack said and rubbed the back of his neck.
Sephiroth raised an inquiring eyebrow. "I would think they would want their star to be well cared for."
Cloud laughed bitterly. "It's cheaper to just get me bandages and pain killers. This isn't the first time this has happened."
"And it's only going to get worse!" exclaimed Aeris. "Every time you do this the bones get weaker and weaker. You need to take some time off!"
"Tell it to the boss, Aeris!" Cloud exploded. Then he sighed and covered his face with his hands. "I'm sorry General, Zack. This isn't what you came to hear."
"Quite alright. You are understandably upset and probably in pain. I would be happy to offer my services to you this evening. I am not in possession of a Restore at this moment, but I would be happy to collect one and use it to Cure your injury,” Sephiroth offered quietly and sincerely.
Everyone in the room was quiet, two from shock and the other from suspicion.
“Aaaand, what do you want in exchange?” Aeris asked dubiously.
“Only the chance to watch you dance again, Cloud,” Sephiroth’s answer was the unfeigned truth. Cloud blushed again and lowered his eyes to the hands that were clutched in his lap.
Aeris huffed. “Fine.”
She stood, gently placing Cloud’s injured foot on the ottoman. Picking up a dirty napkin she scribbled something on it with a pen that said, “Dirty Rose Motel.” She handed the napkin to Sephiroth and set the pen back onto the dresser. “That’s the address of Cloud’s apartment. Get your materia and meet us there. I’ll help Cloud get home.”
Sephiroth nodded and stood, folding his chair and leaning it against the wall again.
“Zackary. Come.”
Zack glared at being ordered around like that, but folded up his chair and followed anyway. The whole Angeal/Puppy thing was going a leetle too far. He tossed a wink at Aeris before he exited. No harm in a little flirting, after all.
TBC…
**********************
Premier Danseur Noble: The highest rank that can be placed upon a male ballet dancer. The female equivalent is Prima Ballerina Assoluta.
**********************
Reviewers!
Frizz: Lots and lots more coming. I have several chapters written. I just hope I don't get blocked after so much is pouring out of my head...
Etrixan: Glad you liked it! More is on the way...
Whipoflightheartofsword: Oops! Thanks for catching that. That would be one of those mistakes that Word doesn't catch for you. That, and it keeps changing "materia" to "material." I'm gonna murder that stupid autocorrect one day.
sephcounttheways: OMG *flails* My favorite author reviewed my story and wants to read more of it! *dies* I'm glad you enjoyed it! It means a lot to me!