Cloudarella

Well thanks everyone for you comments and suggestions.
Sorry for the sp errors again…I am thinking I should not proofread so late at night eh??


Hmmmm well Sephiroth is still the same man in a lot of ways and yes he is much calmer around Zack they anyone else...lets just say he is still coldhearted and serious around most everyone else...especially since Rufus hurt him...but that you will find out later hehehe. I'm not going to give everything away, but just like Zack, Cloud will calm him...get under his skin. I'm thinking a rough passionate meeting of sorts...maybe instant lust for a certain someone? Whatcha think???


On another note I think I sometimes write to quick for my brain to catch up and I hate choppiness in words so we shall see if I can improve it hehehehe....


Well nothing more need be said…
Onward to Chapter 3


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Sephiroth stepped swiftly to the side easily missing Zack’s forward thrust at him. With Masamune lifted barely above his waist, he again blocked Zack’s second attempt to strike at him.


“Zackary…you know better then to…whoops….that…” Sephiroth said as he sidestepped past the raven-haired man again, barely missing the Buster sword as it just missed hitting his arm. Zack glared at the Prince and grinned.


“Better then…huh?”


Sephiroth raised an eyebrow, very amused. “Yes that is exactly what I mean…good move mate.” He said with a chuckled.


“Well yeah…you mean the move.” Zack said panting slightly. “…I do have to eventually learn something from you, Oh…great…Prince.” He said taunting the man before him. At this Sephiroth’s eyes glowed with even more amusement and he lifted the great length of his sword towards Zack.


“Zack you are a tease…you know that.” He said moving quickly forward.


The movement was fast and in his head Zack had to prevent himself from blinking just to keep an eye on the Prince. “Yup…and every time you say no.” Zack grunted as he blocked a quick downward swipe of Sephiroth’s blade. His body bent in a backwards curve just to miss being grazed by it. Then he shifted to the side and rolled his body back up to a standing position. The silver haired Prince attacked again. This time Sephiroth came at Zack and their blades met in a crossed capital T. Sephiroth held his sword with one arm high over his head, while Zack blocked it, holding his sword straight up and down, using both his hands.


Sephiroth brought his face close to Zack’s when he leaned into the thrust. “What?” He questioned with both a tense and curious tone.


Behind them, as they were sparing, neither one noticed the two men walking up. Then before they had even spoken, the look on Sephiroth's face changed. His eyes lost their lightness and his face grew harshly cold. Zack blinked at his Prince for he had seen the men approaching but certainly didn't expect such a reaction like this from Sephiroth.


"My Prince?" He questioned, addressing him with the formalities necessary when others were around. He didn't get an answer as Sephiroth sneered and deeply growled. He lowered his great sword and turned so suddenly on his heel that both of the men before him jumped back in surprise.


"What is it?" He barked, not holding back the anger and the obvious annoyance in his voice. For as calm as he had been moments ago, it would seem that he was now a completely different person, having changed moods so quickly.


When the men, two of the King's advisors Sephiroth noted, didn't speak to him but stepped back instead, Sephiroth slowly brought his sword forward raising it at their eye level.


"Prince Sephiroth...." The one on the right said, his eyes widening as Sephiroth's sword moved over them. He was about to say something else, to defend himself, but then he saw the Prince re-sheath his sword. Inwardly the King's advisor sighed. It would not have been unusual for Sephiroth to attack them, maybe even kill them. All the King's advisor's were wary of being asked to either fetch the Prince or go to him...the King did nothing about it...almost as if he thought that maybe his men were simply expendable...or just the fact that he just didn't care at all. The man shuddered to think that thought, but then he was shot back to reality when the presence of Sephiroth closed in on him and he quickly felt his body leave the ground. Wide blue eyes met harsh cold green ones before him.


Zack moved to Sephiroth's side. His soft words not even reaching Sephiroth's ears as he tried to calm the Prince down.


Sephiroth was highly annoyed...he hated the King's men; in fact he hated everything about Rufus Shinra. A false crown had been placed on Rufus's head...Sephiroth knew it...he knew he was responsible for what had happened to his father. The only reason Sephiroth was still there was because he was the rightful ruler and though Rufus had tried many times to get ride of him...the people still needed to know they were safe, to know that Sephiroth was there...since the true King was gone. It was a hard to thing to live with and live under...and the politics of such conditions were too much at times. Rufus did own a lot of Shinra and how he came to be King was the simple fact that Sephiroth was away on mission. And oh how convenient that had been, rules...it was always about rules, but what Sephiroth didn't know was the promise Rufus and his father had made just before...no his father Vincent was not dead...but asleep...enchanted. It was a promise to save his son...so long as he let Rufus become King. This promise was one of the main reasons why Rufus never sent Sephiroth away on missions...if the Prince died...then Vincent's rath would be satisfied by Rufus's death. Why this promise was really made was another thing....


"Yes..." Sephiroth said holding the man up by the collar of his shirt.


"You are summoned to make an appearance for the Town Square Summer Festival...that ...that is all Sir? " The advisor said in a shaky tone that matched the slowly increasing shaking actions of his body.


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Cloud froze as he placed the last plate on the table. He heard noises from up stairs and knew that it was the other two brothers, waking, and on their way downstairs. Quick panic filled his mind and Cloud turned and gently checked something. He attempted to try and walk normally back towards the sink. His stumble was very obvious to him. 'Damn...damn it…you stupid boy...you couldn't fight like a man so now you are going to act like a fricken baby and walk like an idiot.' His mind cursed at him. Cloud groaned. 'Why couldn't he get a break...just once.' He thought.


The fairy leaned back slightly as Cloud came very close to him. His blue-green eyes turned, watching the spiky haired blonde with great interest and sorrow. He wanted to reach out and comfort the boy but held the need to back. He still kept repeating the same words in his head...hoping that the blonde would utter them. But somehow he guessed that would not happen just yet, so he begrudgingly tossed the thought aside for the moment, for now his concern grew as the door to the kitchen flew open and the two men entered. Both Cloud and his soon to be fairy looked up.


Loz scrunched up his face upon seeing the blonde and huffed a short breath at him. But it was not he who spoke first. Yazoo slowly moved forward slithering around the end of the table and heading straight for Cloud. Seeing this, Cloud backed up into the cabinet and winced when the sudden pressure against his butt alerted him to just how sore he still was. Yazoo licked his lips and cocked his head lazily to the side. "Hmm Cloud...you seem funny today...I noticed you were not in your room last night..." He said in a soft singy song like voice.


"Yeah..." Loz grunted as he too made his way over towards the blonde. Yazoo continued on as if his brother had not interrupted him at all.


"...I know it was your night off but I wanted the company..." He finished. Yazoo reached forward and lifting his hand towards Clouds slowly flushing cheeks, gently trailing a finger down along his jaw line and then across his chin. Yazoo barely had any expression on his face but in his green eyes, reflected an immense amount of emotion...mostly a sick perverted lust...which was the same look he always had anyways.


Cloud uttered a soft gasp and tensed once Loz rounded the corner blocking his only other escape. He sighed again when along with Yazoo's fingers upon his face, Loz placed his hand on his shoulder holding him down as well as forcing him back against the sink cabinet. Cloud jumped a little, for with perfect aim, the handle on the lower cabinet door pushed between his sore cheeks. Both the brother's paused in curious delight...his actions having been obviously noticed but terribly misunderstood.


"Look you want your breakfast right? Then let me pass. " Cloud said in a soft voice. The brothers met each other's gaze and Loz was the only one who grinned. Nodding Yazoo stepped back allowing their slave to go and finish fetching their breakfast, he was indeed hungry...but then...without warning…


Loz reached out suddenly and roughly groped Cloud's firm, but unknown to him, sore backside. Immediately Cloud let out a surprised cry, stunning both himself and the brothers. Loz seemed more confused then his brother who, instantly picked up on why the blonde had cried out. He spoke words that literally caused Cloud to feel an increased sense of dread.


"You are sore...painful in a place..."He said tilting his head down to stare at the place Loz's hand rested. "It appears the boy is no longer...hmmm...a virgin." He stated with another tilt of his head towards the opposite side. He brought his arm out to stop Cloud from moving further forward. Cloud looked up, as his chest came into contact with the inside of Yazoo's arm, his blue eyes pained with worry and his expression screamed to just leave him be. Neither one cared of course...not that he should be surprised by that.


"Hmmmm? Oh?" Loz grunted again. He did not remove his hand from Clouds backside, instead and with a wicked smile, increased the pressure and slipped his middle finger against the fabric pushing it into the crease of the blonde’s crack.


Cloud let out a soft whimper as he was unable to hold it back. 'Oh that was so sore...' He thought. He could feel his heart pounding faster in his chest. He was trapped again, one arm before him and one hand behind him. Closing his eyes and fighting his tears he swallowed a breath. "Your breakfast..." He finally said through a shaky tone.


Two pairs of greens eyes studied the boy for a moment before Yazoo arched his head up and nodded to his brother. It was a small sign that told Loz...'We will have our fun later', and he let his hand drop to his side, leaving the path open for Cloud. Once he had seen this, and without thinking properly, Cloud lunged forward pulling free from Loz's cruel touch. He couldn't stop the stumble or tumbled as the soreness in his hips sent him falling into the kitchen table. Cloud closed his eyes. The burn from the glaring eyes behind him was so intense. Kadaj was one thing, but to have these two mock and tease him was another. Though they sometimes used him as a sexual toy...they were far more brutal in beating him then Kadaj was. He hated being with either one of them because of that.


Cloud looked up at the kitchen door. He listened for any signs that Kadaj might be coming down soon, but he heard nothing. For some reason when Kadaj was around and his brothers were there, he always stopped them before it got to far. It seemed to Cloud that he found a bruised bed partner terribly un-arousing and thus prevented Cloud from being beaten too badly. Even if he hated what Kadaj had just done to him he somehow hoped that because of this...Kadaj might appear to stop any further beatings, so that when he did take Cloud into his bed he would gaze upon smooth untouched skin rather then the latter.


Loz and Yazoo smirked but said nothing. It was more fun watching their slave struggle and whither in pain at the moment.


Cloud sighed at the thoughts. When he heard nothing move upstairs, he slowly pushed himself back from the table and proceeded to finish serving breakfast. He sat out bowls, napkins, silverware, milk, fresh fruit, yogurt, orange juice and bagels, all the while hearing small jokes and laughter directed at him. He never looked back, keeping his movements slow and steady so as not to stumble too much. As he placed the last napkin on the table his foot caught the chair leg when he hastily went to move towards the door and he felt himself starting to fall forward. He wanted to get out of there, but instead he attempted to do so far to quickly, falling again, knocking the chair over and landing on his hands and knees. The brothers waited patiently until they saw Cloud fall. Looking at each other they both lightly chuckled.


Loz moved forward and came right up behind Cloud. With a sneer he swung his hand back and quickly brought it back down upon Clouds backside when he tried to get up, all the while he laughed with pleasure. Cloud gasped in surprise and turned heated eyes back towards Loz. He was just about to say something when he saw an object, floating in mid air, come quickly forward towards the back of Loz's head. Cloud's lips parted in surprise as the object, which was a rather large mixing bowl, slammed into the back of Loz's head. Loz shook his head and immediately turned to see what had happened while next to him Yazoo simply made a small hmmm sound.


"What the hell?" Loz grunted, rubbing the back of his head. Both brothers turned two pairs of green eyes down to stare bewildered at the large bowl spinning in a small circle upon the floor. Though they would not hear him...the fiery red head...nearly laughed himself right off the kitchen counter at the sight.


It had been just enough time…


When they would turn back, Cloud would be gone.


Grabbing his coat, Cloud quickly rushed out the door and headed off to the safety of the town market. He could excuse himself there for the rest of the day if he liked, so long as he brought back what they had ordered. He set off on foot to take the long 20-minute hike towards the town square.


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Nearly a half hour later Cloud finally arrived at the Shinra Town Market. The large round courtyard sat before the palace. A large pearl white ornate gate was the only thing that separated Shinra Palace from the courtyard, not to mention the mile of brightly colored flowered bushes that lined the path all the way to the front entrance. In the center of the square was a large and proud standing fountain. It was said to have been given to Shinra as a gift from their aiding a war so very long ago. The square was crowded today as people hurried around getting things ready for the opening ceremony later that night. There were booths lined with flowers and ribbons, empty stands that awaited the food which would be placed upon them later, and game booths which were also lined with flowers and signs filled with large and brightly color words in hopes to attract paying patrons that evening. It was all an exciting image to take in and through the hustle and bustle of the late afternoon no one would notice the dirty blonde standing in awe of what he saw. No one ever paid him no never mind…


Cloud sighed, watching everyone seem to enjoy themselves, and wandered quietly over to the fountain to sit on its edge. As he leaned forward to peer into the water he was slightly taken aback by the dirty poor image of the boy looking back at him. Cloud sighed again and gently dipped his hand into the cool water and lifted it to his face, hoping to wipe away some of the dirt before he headed past the festivities into the town shopping area.


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Sephiroth now dressed in a deep royal blue and sliver robe sat quietly in the back of the limo. A few strands of his hair hung loosely against his cheek, which had been tied and braided with ribbons the same color as his robe. He wore black fitted pants with silver ties at the hem, zigzagging up along the outside of his calves and black boots. No less, he was very uncomfortable in such fancy attire. His eyes stared unfeeling and cold outside his car window as the royal limo drove down the long path that lead into the center of the town square. Sephiroth sighed. Beside him Zack had been quietly staring out his own window when he heard the man sigh beside him. He turned his eyes slowly towards Sephiroth and placed a comforting hand upon the man’s relaxed knee.


“Hey it’s only a opening speech…you don’t have to stay you know.” Zack said. He wore a similar colored outfit, though it was more like a very formal suit then a fancy flowing robe like the princes’. His suit jacket was a deep royal blue with silver buttons lined up and down the front, his shirt beneath was silver and his pants were blue as well, but did not have the fancy tie at the bottom hem, he also wore black boots.


Sephiroth nodded but said nothing. Several minutes later the pair entered the main area on foot, passing the ornate fountain and slowly moving towards the stage area in the back where he would make his opening ceremonial speech. Both noted the large crowd that had already gathered. Sephiroth grumbled to himself and Zack was too busy watching the festivities, that neither one noticed a small blonde drop something and bend down before them…directly in their path.


There was a shallow huff sound as Sephiroth kneed the blonde from behind. Cloud very surprised, did not have time to catch himself as he fell forward and landed face first in the dirt. The force of his hand broke the object he had dropped when he landed upon it. Cloud frowned deeply but didn’t have time to morn the small loss.


Zack immediately halted at the sound. “Sir?” He said aloud.


Sephiroth too, was very surprised that he had been so enthralled with annoyed thoughts that he missed watching where he was going. Not that he practically cared so much, but he certainly didn’t want to hurt anyone. Once he had felt his body hit into another and had heard a small outcry, his reactions had been quick and smooth, just like the trained SOLDIER he was. Reaching out he bent down slightly and took the blonde by his shoulders and helped him up. “I am terribly sorry…” He said using the formalities of his words and his tone in a way a Prince would. Easing the boy up he guided him around to face him, and that was when everything suddenly changed…almost as if fate had decided to place something in his path that he did not expect.


Cloud breathed a steady breath as he felt hands; strong hands grip his shoulders and easily lift him back off the ground. Then before he could utter a word, he was turned around to face the very person he dared ever wish for or thought he would ever meet. “Prince Sephiroth.” He said in sudden shock, and immediately bowed his head….but it was to late…for fate had sealed their bond together once their eyes had meet…even for that brief second.


Sephiroth gasped at the beautiful blue eyes and youthful face that had stared up at him for that fraction of time. Those eyes had been mystifying…exotic…even a brighter blue then Zack’s, and so very much full of hidden secrets and mystery, he wanted to know them. All time had stopped for the Prince once his eyes met that of the blonde’s, and the world around him seemed to faze into black and white…leaving only the brilliant blue of those eyes and the golden blonde locks of this person’s hair, stained in his memory forever. Something about the feeling he was receiving from this boy sent his heart into a pace he had never yet felt. It was a longing…a desire…a need that had never yet been filled. It was like home…like the sweetness of pomegranate juice running down his tongue…like a cool breeze sweeping through his hair…and the loneliness he had felt for so long, slowly seemed to fade away. As his hands lingered on the blonde’s shoulders the warmth from him flooded into to Sephiroth like that of a crashing wave against a shoreline. It caused him to stop breathing for several moments. Sephiroth’s eyes widened, not even blinking once since he had come face to face with the boy. His lips parted in a soft exhaled breath but not a word was spoken. Beside him he didn’t even hear Zack speak to him or see him step forward, reaching for the boy to pull the blonde away from him. No…nothing seemed to matter at this point…nothing was important…nothing in his mind wanted anything more then to gaze into the sweetness of such blue warmth once again and never leave it. Something had changed in him and he knew it…something had pulled at the small coldness in his heart and sprouted a small fountain of warmth that would soon desire to never cease. His mind was so caught up in the rush of feelings and thoughts that he didn’t realize anything was happening outside his mind until he felt a rough pull from his hands. Blinking he now gazed with new eyes at the boy before him and the man that was pulling his grace away from him.


“Zack!” Sephiroth said in a short harsh voice, which caught both Zack and Cloud by surprise. Instantly Zack looked up.


“Sir?” He questioned holding the boy firmly in his hands now.


Cloud blinked and stumbled backwards against the dark haired man who gently had pulled him away. Humbly he kept his eyes cast downward. Could his day get any worse…he could only imagine what punishment he would receive for getting in the Prince’s path.


“Release the boy…please.” Sephiroth said calmly, his eyes filling with warmth as he watched the boy. ‘How cute his raw obedience was…his deep and utter abandonment of his very will…clearly that of a well trained slave…’ He thought and somehow that thought bothered him.


Nodding Zack did not even question his Prince as he quickly released the boy and quietly moved to stand next to Sephiroth once again, now both eyes were staring at the blonde.


Cloud could feel the heat of their eyes as if they were only inches from him and he took a deep breath and remained still in his movements.


“What is your name boy?” Sephiroth asked, his tone smooth and calm. Now even Zack was curious as to whom this person was…who so had caught the attentions of the Great Prince Sephiroth so deeply.


Cloud froze at those words. Not that he desired to remain silent, but giving up such a thing could cause immeasurable trouble for him. ‘What if the Prince received his name and then sought out his masters…told them of the trouble he caused…he would be beaten beyond recognition afterwards.’ He thought with bitter pain.


When the boy did not speak Sephiroth smiled and stepped forward, seeming to sense the youths sudden reserve to remain silent. “Do not worry…you did nothing wrong…I only wish to apologize properly to you.” Sephiroth said.


Slowly then, Cloud lifted his eyes and met the Prince’s before him. He took a deep breath and giving a slight bow, said in a very small soft voice. “C-Cloud…”


Receiving the boy’s eyes again was a gift far beyond anything he had ever been given and this caused the smile to spread even more over his lips. ‘Cloud hmmmm…what a lovely name’ Sephiroth said softly to himself.


“Cloud…it is good to meet you…” Sephiroth said softly, locking his gaze upon the boy.


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((Once again please give me your opinions and do let me know if you see any errors…I hate them so much…even though I read over the chapter several times…guess I need a better pair of eyes.))