Tiny Dancer

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: 6/?
Pairings: Sephiroth/Cloud
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.
A/N: I know that the characters of FFVII don’t have a Jesus, or a Christ, but I just had to use those words. I’ve been trying to avoid them and I failed massively. Also, I’m using characters from Kingdom Hearts. Why? Because I’m a lazy bastard and don’t want to come up with my own characters. I’m not incorporating anything from KH, just the characters and their personalities.

“What. The. Fuck?”

Sephiroth moved off Cloud in one smooth, hurried glide.

Cloud covered his face with his hand and groaned. “Tifa-”

“No. No Cloud. That was exactly what it looked like. Don’t even start giving me some kind of line.”

“Actually, I was going to say this isn’t any of your business.”

The brunette sat in the doorway, stunned. Then, with a look of hate at Sephiroth she turned around and slammed the door behind her.

“I don’t wish to cause any strife between you and your friends,” the General said quietly.

Cloud sat up with a huge sigh. He crossed his legs, and, with his elbows planted on his knees, buried his face in his hands. “Tifa is just over protective. Sometimes she just cares too much. She can be so…stifling.”

This time the silence between them was uncomfortable unlike the easy peace of earlier.

“Listen-”

“I-”

They both tried to speak at the same time. Cloud laughed nervously and Sephiroth fidgeted with his gloves.

“Would you like to go to dinner?” Sephiroth asked suddenly, in a hurried rush of words.

“Um…sure?” Cloud phrased it more as a question, not really knowing what he wanted to do.

“Would you like to dress before we leave?”

Cloud remembered that he was only dressed in sweats. He usually just threw on a pair with a tee-shirt when he was traveling back and forth from the theater. The dancer didn’t even know if he had normal clothing here. He was going to look like a sleaze ball dressed like that if they went out to dinner.

“I…need to find something to wear. I’ll be right back.” The dancer sprung from the floor and bolted out the door, sprinting down hallways and around corners, hoping against hope that Zexion was still here. The two were the same size, and the other dancer always had something fashionable adorning his person. And luckily the blue haired dancer had his own dressing room instead of having to share the locker rooms. There’s something to be said about having a rich mommy and daddy that owned most of the non-Shinra companies in Midgar. In fact, they funded the building of the theater. The detail that their baby wasn’t the star of the show rubbed them the wrong way for several months. Zexion didn’t really give a shit. He just wanted to dance on a stage; he didn’t care if he did it as the lead or in the corps.

Back in Cloud’s dressing room, Sephiroth was left hanging. He decided to settle with being a nosy bastard and go through Cloud’s stuff.

The door slammed open to Zexion’s dressing room and Cloud panted on the other side. The room was about the same size as Cloud’s, but it was furnished with new, posh furniture and decor. It was the kind of dressing room Zack had been expecting when he walked into Cloud’s.

“I have a date and I don’t know what to dooooo!” Cloud whined as Zexion jumped and placed his hand over his now rapidly beating heart.

“Christ Cloud! Give me a fucking heart attack.”

“Help me! All I have is skanky sweats and wife beaters and I need to look pretty.”

“Fucking drama queen.” Zexion stood from his seat at the beautiful, dark wood vanity and shoved Cloud down into the velvet seat. “Sit here and stop hyperventilating. Jesus.”

The blue haired man rummaged through the dresser that matched the vanity for anything that would be good first date material.

“Do you know where you’re going?”

“To dinner.”

“Ya, but where?”

“Oh Gods. I don’t know. I didn’t ask. I just panicked and ran here.”

Zexion sighed. “That’s going to make this so much easier.” He rummaged a little more. “Here. Put these on.” A armful of clothing was shoved at Cloud and the blond immediately stripped and donned the items.

“Are you sure these are supposed to be so tight? I feel like a skag.”

“Cloud they’re fucking leather pants. They only come in one variety. Tight.”

Black boots and a blue silk button-up completed the outfit. “That should be good no matter where you go. Let me fix you face and hair. You look like you just walked off stage.”

“I did.”

“Well you don’t have look like it.”

Zexion finished the job Cloud had started of removing the stage makeup. He left the mascara and eyeliner. A quick flat iron through Cloud’s spikes and the blond was ready to go.

“You have no idea how much I owe you.”

“Tell me who you’re going out with and I’ll call us even.”

Cloud blushed. “General Sephiroth.”

The other dancer’s jaw dropped. “For serious?”

“Totally for serious.”

“If I was gay I would be absolutely green with envy. As a straight man, I’m totally green with envy. Christ Cloud! That’s huge!”

“I know and I have to goooo.”

“Fine! Get the fuck outta here! Tell me all the sordid details later!”

Cloud ran out of the room and flew back down the hallways to his dressing room, hoping that he looked hot enough to not look like an idiot next to the ultimate in hotness. He stopped just down the hall from his room and tried to catch his breath. Once he had calmed a bit, he headed to the door and opened it. Sephiroth was sitting on the ottoman, reading through one of the several months old magazines Cloud had stacked in one of the dresser drawers.

The bastard had gone through his stuff.

“Find anything good?” Cloud asked, a tinge of sarcasm in his voice.

“All you have is old magazines and sweat pants.”

Cloud let out a huge breath and flopped his arms at his sides. He was right.

“Let’s go.”

Sephiroth stood and placed the magazine back in the dresser drawer. He turned around to take in Cloud’s attire and smiled almost shyly. If the General could do shy.

“You look…wonderful.”

Cloud blushed heavily. “Um, thanks. I guess.”

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A fucking awesome motorcycle ride later brought them to some high-class restaurant on the upper plate. The blue neon letters in front said, “SOLDIERs of Fortune.” …not that Cloud could read the sign anymore than he could read anything else.

They parked the bike in the back of the restaurant and walked around front to the entrance. “An old friend of mine owns this place. He had to retire from SOLDIER due to injury, and he opened this up not long after he left.”

The inside was very dark with neon blue lights strategically placed so you wouldn’t trip over something. From below he could hear the pulsing base of what was probably a dance club. There was a set of stairs to the left with a long, long line of people crowded behind a velvet rope that lead down into darkness. Otherwise the building seemed to be pretty quiet, only the occasional clang of silverware or glassware and the soft murmur of conversation could be heard.

“There’s a club downstairs,” Sephiroth said, confirming Cloud’s suspicion. “The restaurant’s on this floor.”

They approached the host station and waited their turn as several people were turned away. “Are we going to be able to get in?” Cloud worried when the third couple left after a brief and heated conversation with the host.

“Watch.” Sephiroth took his turn at the counter, smiling at the man behind the computer. “I would like a table for two, secluded.”

The host’s eyes widened and he frantically starting clicking and typing on the computer. “Of course sir. Absolutely. Let me make sure the table is prepared satisfactorily. I will return shortly.” The man fled into the restaurant area which was hidden from the reception desk with large black folding screens with geometric patterns cut into them.

The man returned only a minute later with two menus held in hand and a gracious smile on his face. “If you would follow me?”

Sephiroth and Cloud followed the man through the restaurant to a back corner. A comfortable U-shaped booth was set up there. It was obviously meant for more than two people, but Cloud guessed that this was probably the only “secluded” table available.

They sat, scooting around the table to sit against the wall at the back. Cloud shyly shifted the little bit closer that let their legs rest along one another. Sephiroth smiled and laid one hand on Cloud’s thigh and accepted the menu with the other. Cloud smiled back and reached for his own menu. Ya, there were worse things in life than being wined and dined by Sephiroth.

“Your server will be with you momentarily. Can I get a drink order for you while you wait?”

Sephiroth ordered a wine Cloud had never heard of before.

Cloud got water.

The host nodded and excused himself.

Sephiroth opened his menu and started perusing it. Cloud opened his and stared blankly at the letters that moved all over the page when he tried to make sense of them.

“What are you getting?” Sephiroth asked with a gentle squeeze to Cloud’s thigh. Cloud blushed at the continued contact. With the rate he was blushing, he wouldn’t have any blood left to fill his cock if this date went the way he wanted it to.

“I…I don’t know.” A moment of brilliance. “Why don’t you order for me? I’ve never been here and I don’t know what’s good.”

“Are you sure?”

“Ya,” Cloud nodded emphatically.

“Alright. But no complaining later if you don’t like it.” Sephiroth eyed him up and down momentarily. “Do you ever eat? Or do you live on water and air?”

“I eat!” Not often. “I just get really busy and forget sometimes.” He couldn’t afford food. “I’m not like, anorexic or anything.” He had been when eating had been an option while he lived at the dance academy.

“Allergic to anything?”

That was an odd question. “Ahh…dogs?”

“I meant food wise. I don’t want to get you shellfish if you’re going to go into shock or something.”

“Oh! Oh, no I’m not. Just don’t get anything huge or deep fried. I get sick if I eat too much after performing and deep fried stuff makes me gag.” Plus calories.

Sephiroth nodded, and their waiter showed up with their drinks.

TBC….