Where's my spikes?
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Final Fantasy VII › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
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691
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14
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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 5
Hi! I am truly sorry everyone that updating took so much time. There are few excuses for this long wait and I really hope there are still someone reading this story. I am studying to be a mate, so school takes most of my time. But here it is, the fifth chapter of Where’s my spikes.
Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VII and I don't make any profit of this.
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Where’s my spikes chapter 5
Sephiroth growled lowly. Why? Why him? Why not… somebody else? Sephiroth knew he acted childishly and though he thought it was stupid, he didn’t want to stop. It was more fun to actually roll in his self-pity than do something to correct the situation. He was astonished to find these sides of him, new ways to feel and think. But surely it wasn’t a blessing so he was going to blame the drool-machine for his misfortune.
He sat on the edge of his bed, staring the door. He had simultaneously walked across the room to the door, grabbing the door handle, squeezing it like it was the cause of his weird acting. Then he released the door handle, walked back to the bed and continued his glaring. He thought that maybe if he kept staring, the alien invader wouldn’t probably come. But the two-legged thing had forgotten its pillow, so he kept his hopes up for nothing. Sephiroth shrugged his shoulders, maybe he was really getting nuts. He was sure his eyes would burn holes into the door if he kept staring at it any longer.
He stood up, but now he took a new course and walked to the kitchen. For a while he stood there doing nothing and walked back. It was already an evening and still he was alone. Should he be happy or a bit nervous? Would the boy sneak up into his room like a cat and would he, the great General, be a prey?
“Well, I can always be prepared”, he thought, snickering to himself. He could do some traps from the door to his bed like banana skins and ball of wools. A mouse traps could also be very useful and a string cross-wise the room, so the thing would fall. Then Sephiroth thought the boy in a blue pyjama, laying on the floor looking miserable, the banana skins all over the floor. Somehow the thought wasn’t so great anymore.
“I am getting soft, maybe I do have some weakness for drooling spikey-heads…”, he murmured to himself, feeling somewhat disappointed in himself. He was a leader, he was to be followed, he was terrible and he should kill little puppies for morning exercise – he never liked that part though, it was more fun watching them. But instead of those things, he was a rack for the sleepyhead. Maybe he could get a diploma out of it.
“He likes to sleep against my chest”, Sephiroth repeated Zack’s advises touching his chest to make sure it was okey for sleeping.
“If he wriggles I have to grab him more firmly”, he continued repeating his list of advise, trying to make some sense into it. But after all, the whole thing was absurd and his days had become absurd because of this. Today when he had fought with the First Class Soldiers, he had thought that should he have some breakfast for the boy. Did little boys eat anyways? Something else than his precious silver hair? He had unconsciously almost killed the First Class Soldier, which wasn’t his intention.
When he was going to arrange the pillows for the night, he heard soft noises from the door. Was it the boy? He sneaked to the door, pressing his ear to it. He heard some bangs from somewhere and light rustling behind his door. Somebody mumbled something that he didn’t catch, but it was a bit anxious-sounding. He withdrew from the door and opened it.
“General!” Sephiroth heard a scared hiss. The voice sounded like Cloud’s and Sephiroth confirmed it by lowering his gaze towards the boy. There he was, the still growing boy wearing a uniform, squeezing a backpack in his left hand. The spike looked uneasy, stepping from side to side and unable to look at his general. Now that Sephiroth saw Cloud first time actually awake, he was a bit impressed by him. Sure he was still a cadet, but the long-haired man was sure that Cloud would become something big – literally meaning. Cloud seemed to become more uncomfortable under his observant eyes and sweated a bit.
“How long have you been standing there?” Sephiroth asked with his low voice. He was amused to find the Thing unable to decide whether to come in or not. Apparently Zack was the root of the all evil and Cloud was just pulled in the sergeant’s evil space. The young cadet stopped fidgeting and took a glance at his superior.
“Couple of minutes I guess”, Cloud answered, not so shyly as Sephiroth thought he would. Sephiroth stepped back from his door as to invite the boy in, as uncomfortable as the boy. Surely the boy wasn’t any better dealing with the situation as he was, so the general felt a bit better by it. Cloud stepped in, closing the door behind him quietly. For a moment they both stood there, looking at each other.
“I’m really sorry for intruding here”, Cloud said finally, biting his teeth together. For Sephiroth’s own surprise, he just shrugged it off.
“It’s really Zack’s problem, not yours”, the silver haired man said, still keeping his distance to the boy, feeling stiff.
“Maybe we should just get this over with”, he sighed and was surprised how Cloud changed. The young boy got his posture corrected and a determined look in his huge blue eyes. The boy nodded to him and then looked at the bed he had been sharing with the general for the couple of the nights.
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Sephiroth listened to the soft snoring in his room. He kept his eyes open even though the room was too dark to see anything. Somehow he thought that this was the meaning of calmness, the place where peace rested. It was weird because he usually didn’t think anything of his room, it was a place to sleep his tiredness away, place to come and go. Now there was a new meaning and he was confused. Like he was even supposed to like peace, he shouldn’t even know what it meant. What ever.
The general turned his head a bit and his cheek met something spiky, the boy’s hair. The snoring in his room came from the intruder, who was now sleeping against his chest as advised. Cloud’s small nose was placed in Sephiroth’s armpit and the boy had entangled their legs together. Sephiroth was still off balance by the boy – or by his actions.
When they had decided to go to sleep, Cloud had dominated him in a minute. Cloud had arranged him in right place and in right position without any questions or orders. The general had been Plasticine in the young cadet’s hands. He was being used brutally. And when the boy had been done with him, he had cuddled up against him and fallen asleep. Intriguing.
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The boy had returned. In the dream world where the snow was neither cold nor warm, the boy had broken the surface of the lake with his stone. There should have been noises when the stone hit the ice, but every time that happened, the silence seemed to deepen. The ice seemed to crack.
Sephiroth startled from his sleep. The images faded from his mind as his eyes blinked open. Something was wrong, really wrong. He didn’t see any spikes and he had learned that it always meant trouble. And this indeed was trouble. He felt something in his right leg.
He carefully lifted the blanket’s side. And immediately something kicked him in the face.
“What?” Sephiroth hissed and grabbed the thing that had hit him. He pulled it and it revealed to be a leg – pretty small leg. So in the other head of the leg should be spikes. Now that he had secured the situation, he once again looked under the blanket. And there it was, the Spikey, gripping his leg and almost munching his ankle.
“Get of me you vermin”, Sephiroth said as he tried to free his leg from the boy. Cloud stopped snoring and lifted his spikey head, looking all over the place before mumbling good morning to Sephiroth. The Spike sat up and rubbed his eyes, yawning and stretching like a little kitty.
“Did you have a nice sleep, sir?” Cloud asked when he had stopped his small morning routine. Cloud focused his eyes onto Sephiroth’s face as expecting a reply from his general. Sephiroth scowled at the boy as hard as he could, but that didn’t seem to affect him.
“Yes, pretty much”, he fell into conversation. Cloud nodded politely, got up from the bed and started dressing up.
“Well, I’ll see you in the evening then, sir. Have a good day”, Cloud said when he was dressed and about to leave the room. Sephiroth was only able to nod back. The boy really was his biggest battle.
***
1. Hope I am not rusty.
2. I tried to describe Sephiroth as he was acting childishly and sarcastic towards himself and the situation, hope I got something delivered to you too.
3. review what you think please :P
Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VII and I don't make any profit of this.
***
Where’s my spikes chapter 5
Sephiroth growled lowly. Why? Why him? Why not… somebody else? Sephiroth knew he acted childishly and though he thought it was stupid, he didn’t want to stop. It was more fun to actually roll in his self-pity than do something to correct the situation. He was astonished to find these sides of him, new ways to feel and think. But surely it wasn’t a blessing so he was going to blame the drool-machine for his misfortune.
He sat on the edge of his bed, staring the door. He had simultaneously walked across the room to the door, grabbing the door handle, squeezing it like it was the cause of his weird acting. Then he released the door handle, walked back to the bed and continued his glaring. He thought that maybe if he kept staring, the alien invader wouldn’t probably come. But the two-legged thing had forgotten its pillow, so he kept his hopes up for nothing. Sephiroth shrugged his shoulders, maybe he was really getting nuts. He was sure his eyes would burn holes into the door if he kept staring at it any longer.
He stood up, but now he took a new course and walked to the kitchen. For a while he stood there doing nothing and walked back. It was already an evening and still he was alone. Should he be happy or a bit nervous? Would the boy sneak up into his room like a cat and would he, the great General, be a prey?
“Well, I can always be prepared”, he thought, snickering to himself. He could do some traps from the door to his bed like banana skins and ball of wools. A mouse traps could also be very useful and a string cross-wise the room, so the thing would fall. Then Sephiroth thought the boy in a blue pyjama, laying on the floor looking miserable, the banana skins all over the floor. Somehow the thought wasn’t so great anymore.
“I am getting soft, maybe I do have some weakness for drooling spikey-heads…”, he murmured to himself, feeling somewhat disappointed in himself. He was a leader, he was to be followed, he was terrible and he should kill little puppies for morning exercise – he never liked that part though, it was more fun watching them. But instead of those things, he was a rack for the sleepyhead. Maybe he could get a diploma out of it.
“He likes to sleep against my chest”, Sephiroth repeated Zack’s advises touching his chest to make sure it was okey for sleeping.
“If he wriggles I have to grab him more firmly”, he continued repeating his list of advise, trying to make some sense into it. But after all, the whole thing was absurd and his days had become absurd because of this. Today when he had fought with the First Class Soldiers, he had thought that should he have some breakfast for the boy. Did little boys eat anyways? Something else than his precious silver hair? He had unconsciously almost killed the First Class Soldier, which wasn’t his intention.
When he was going to arrange the pillows for the night, he heard soft noises from the door. Was it the boy? He sneaked to the door, pressing his ear to it. He heard some bangs from somewhere and light rustling behind his door. Somebody mumbled something that he didn’t catch, but it was a bit anxious-sounding. He withdrew from the door and opened it.
“General!” Sephiroth heard a scared hiss. The voice sounded like Cloud’s and Sephiroth confirmed it by lowering his gaze towards the boy. There he was, the still growing boy wearing a uniform, squeezing a backpack in his left hand. The spike looked uneasy, stepping from side to side and unable to look at his general. Now that Sephiroth saw Cloud first time actually awake, he was a bit impressed by him. Sure he was still a cadet, but the long-haired man was sure that Cloud would become something big – literally meaning. Cloud seemed to become more uncomfortable under his observant eyes and sweated a bit.
“How long have you been standing there?” Sephiroth asked with his low voice. He was amused to find the Thing unable to decide whether to come in or not. Apparently Zack was the root of the all evil and Cloud was just pulled in the sergeant’s evil space. The young cadet stopped fidgeting and took a glance at his superior.
“Couple of minutes I guess”, Cloud answered, not so shyly as Sephiroth thought he would. Sephiroth stepped back from his door as to invite the boy in, as uncomfortable as the boy. Surely the boy wasn’t any better dealing with the situation as he was, so the general felt a bit better by it. Cloud stepped in, closing the door behind him quietly. For a moment they both stood there, looking at each other.
“I’m really sorry for intruding here”, Cloud said finally, biting his teeth together. For Sephiroth’s own surprise, he just shrugged it off.
“It’s really Zack’s problem, not yours”, the silver haired man said, still keeping his distance to the boy, feeling stiff.
“Maybe we should just get this over with”, he sighed and was surprised how Cloud changed. The young boy got his posture corrected and a determined look in his huge blue eyes. The boy nodded to him and then looked at the bed he had been sharing with the general for the couple of the nights.
***
Sephiroth listened to the soft snoring in his room. He kept his eyes open even though the room was too dark to see anything. Somehow he thought that this was the meaning of calmness, the place where peace rested. It was weird because he usually didn’t think anything of his room, it was a place to sleep his tiredness away, place to come and go. Now there was a new meaning and he was confused. Like he was even supposed to like peace, he shouldn’t even know what it meant. What ever.
The general turned his head a bit and his cheek met something spiky, the boy’s hair. The snoring in his room came from the intruder, who was now sleeping against his chest as advised. Cloud’s small nose was placed in Sephiroth’s armpit and the boy had entangled their legs together. Sephiroth was still off balance by the boy – or by his actions.
When they had decided to go to sleep, Cloud had dominated him in a minute. Cloud had arranged him in right place and in right position without any questions or orders. The general had been Plasticine in the young cadet’s hands. He was being used brutally. And when the boy had been done with him, he had cuddled up against him and fallen asleep. Intriguing.
***
The boy had returned. In the dream world where the snow was neither cold nor warm, the boy had broken the surface of the lake with his stone. There should have been noises when the stone hit the ice, but every time that happened, the silence seemed to deepen. The ice seemed to crack.
Sephiroth startled from his sleep. The images faded from his mind as his eyes blinked open. Something was wrong, really wrong. He didn’t see any spikes and he had learned that it always meant trouble. And this indeed was trouble. He felt something in his right leg.
He carefully lifted the blanket’s side. And immediately something kicked him in the face.
“What?” Sephiroth hissed and grabbed the thing that had hit him. He pulled it and it revealed to be a leg – pretty small leg. So in the other head of the leg should be spikes. Now that he had secured the situation, he once again looked under the blanket. And there it was, the Spikey, gripping his leg and almost munching his ankle.
“Get of me you vermin”, Sephiroth said as he tried to free his leg from the boy. Cloud stopped snoring and lifted his spikey head, looking all over the place before mumbling good morning to Sephiroth. The Spike sat up and rubbed his eyes, yawning and stretching like a little kitty.
“Did you have a nice sleep, sir?” Cloud asked when he had stopped his small morning routine. Cloud focused his eyes onto Sephiroth’s face as expecting a reply from his general. Sephiroth scowled at the boy as hard as he could, but that didn’t seem to affect him.
“Yes, pretty much”, he fell into conversation. Cloud nodded politely, got up from the bed and started dressing up.
“Well, I’ll see you in the evening then, sir. Have a good day”, Cloud said when he was dressed and about to leave the room. Sephiroth was only able to nod back. The boy really was his biggest battle.
***
1. Hope I am not rusty.
2. I tried to describe Sephiroth as he was acting childishly and sarcastic towards himself and the situation, hope I got something delivered to you too.
3. review what you think please :P