Corpse in the Cupboard
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Category:
Final Fantasy VIII › Crossovers
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
26
Views:
791
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own any of the characters in this fiction. They remain the property of the makers of Final Fantasy VIII and VII. I do this for fun and entainment, not profit.
Chapter 2
*****CHAPTER 2*****
Laguna stood with both arms out in front of him, hands pressed against the tiles of the shower, head down, eyes closed as the warm water ran over his head and down his body. It felt like heaven. He reluctantly lifted his head and turned off the water, stepping slowly out and grabbing a towel off the rack. At least his headache was gone, he thought to himself as he rubbed his hair dry and wandered back out into the bedroom. The click of his cupboard door closing froze him in his tracks.
“Kiros?” he called to the empty room. There was no answer. Laguna quickly wrapped the towel around his waist and approached the cupboard gingerly. If this was Kiros’ idea of a joke, he was going to kill him. He slowly reached out his hand towards the cupboard. Suddenly the doors flew open and he saw a flash of red as he was flung around, back first into the wall. He opened his eyes to see two blood red orbs staring back at him. He could feel something sharp pressed against his neck and had a horrible feeling it was a golden claw. Fuck! his mind screamed at him.
It was at this very moment that his towel decided to abandon him and fall to the floor. The red eyes of his assailant flicked down and then back up to meet his, one eyebrow arching up. Laguna swallowed nervously.
“I need answers,” a deep voice softly purred. Laguna stared at him, completely lost for words. The claw against his neck shifted slightly and Laguna tried to control his panic. If he didn’t get his shit together quickly he had a feeling he’d end up dead on his bedroom floor. Naked and dead. The press would love that.
“What do you want to know?” the president squeaked. The claw withdrew slightly, resting firming on his chest.
“Where am I?” the intruder demanded.
“The presidential palace,” Laguna answered nervously.
“Where’s Rufus?”
“Who’s Rufus?” the president meekly asked.
“I’m in no mood for games,” the man hissed as his claw pressed against the presidents throat once more, causing Laguna to stretch his head back to try to avoid damage. Suddenly there was a loud knocking at the door.
“Laguna, open the door. The story has hit the news and we need to talk now. Laguna?” Kiros’ voice called. The president felt the claw release its hold and then a sharp pain in his head as everything went black.
****
Laguna slowly opened his eyes and was relieved to see Kiros staring worriedly at him. He tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in his skull made him lie back down on the floor.
“Whoa, take it easy. You’ve had a bad knock to the head,” his friend said softly, as he smiled down at him. “What the fuck happened?”
“Found your corpse in my cupboard,” Laguna moaned, as he felt his head gingerly, discovering a large lump on his forehead. “You have wonderful timing my friend.”
“Shiva’s tits, he was in your cupboard? How the hell did he get past security?” Kiros exclaimed as he helped his friend to his bed. As Laguna lay back on the pillows, Kiros noticed the small cuts and scratches on the presidents neck and his face darkened. “What did he want from you?” he asked, as he retrieved a potion from the medical kit in the bathroom and handed it to Laguna.
“Answers apparently. Don’t think he liked the one’s I gave him though,” Laguna muttered as he closed his eyes and tried to make sense of the conversation with the stranger. “He wanted to know where someone called Rufus was.”
“Sounds like he hasn’t worked out he’s not in Kansas anymore,” Kiros joked, making reference to one of his favourite movies. Laguna opened his eyes and smiled at Kiros affectionately. “Anyway, you get some rest. I’ll deal with the hoards for a few hours while you recover, ok?”
“Thanks. I’d be lost without you,” the president murmured as he closed his eyes. Kiros quietly watched Laguna’s face relax as he drifted off to sleep.
“And I’d be lost without you too,” he whispered.
Laguna stood with both arms out in front of him, hands pressed against the tiles of the shower, head down, eyes closed as the warm water ran over his head and down his body. It felt like heaven. He reluctantly lifted his head and turned off the water, stepping slowly out and grabbing a towel off the rack. At least his headache was gone, he thought to himself as he rubbed his hair dry and wandered back out into the bedroom. The click of his cupboard door closing froze him in his tracks.
“Kiros?” he called to the empty room. There was no answer. Laguna quickly wrapped the towel around his waist and approached the cupboard gingerly. If this was Kiros’ idea of a joke, he was going to kill him. He slowly reached out his hand towards the cupboard. Suddenly the doors flew open and he saw a flash of red as he was flung around, back first into the wall. He opened his eyes to see two blood red orbs staring back at him. He could feel something sharp pressed against his neck and had a horrible feeling it was a golden claw. Fuck! his mind screamed at him.
It was at this very moment that his towel decided to abandon him and fall to the floor. The red eyes of his assailant flicked down and then back up to meet his, one eyebrow arching up. Laguna swallowed nervously.
“I need answers,” a deep voice softly purred. Laguna stared at him, completely lost for words. The claw against his neck shifted slightly and Laguna tried to control his panic. If he didn’t get his shit together quickly he had a feeling he’d end up dead on his bedroom floor. Naked and dead. The press would love that.
“What do you want to know?” the president squeaked. The claw withdrew slightly, resting firming on his chest.
“Where am I?” the intruder demanded.
“The presidential palace,” Laguna answered nervously.
“Where’s Rufus?”
“Who’s Rufus?” the president meekly asked.
“I’m in no mood for games,” the man hissed as his claw pressed against the presidents throat once more, causing Laguna to stretch his head back to try to avoid damage. Suddenly there was a loud knocking at the door.
“Laguna, open the door. The story has hit the news and we need to talk now. Laguna?” Kiros’ voice called. The president felt the claw release its hold and then a sharp pain in his head as everything went black.
****
Laguna slowly opened his eyes and was relieved to see Kiros staring worriedly at him. He tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in his skull made him lie back down on the floor.
“Whoa, take it easy. You’ve had a bad knock to the head,” his friend said softly, as he smiled down at him. “What the fuck happened?”
“Found your corpse in my cupboard,” Laguna moaned, as he felt his head gingerly, discovering a large lump on his forehead. “You have wonderful timing my friend.”
“Shiva’s tits, he was in your cupboard? How the hell did he get past security?” Kiros exclaimed as he helped his friend to his bed. As Laguna lay back on the pillows, Kiros noticed the small cuts and scratches on the presidents neck and his face darkened. “What did he want from you?” he asked, as he retrieved a potion from the medical kit in the bathroom and handed it to Laguna.
“Answers apparently. Don’t think he liked the one’s I gave him though,” Laguna muttered as he closed his eyes and tried to make sense of the conversation with the stranger. “He wanted to know where someone called Rufus was.”
“Sounds like he hasn’t worked out he’s not in Kansas anymore,” Kiros joked, making reference to one of his favourite movies. Laguna opened his eyes and smiled at Kiros affectionately. “Anyway, you get some rest. I’ll deal with the hoards for a few hours while you recover, ok?”
“Thanks. I’d be lost without you,” the president murmured as he closed his eyes. Kiros quietly watched Laguna’s face relax as he drifted off to sleep.
“And I’d be lost without you too,” he whispered.