Text From Last Night: Final Fantasy Seven Drabble

Final Fantasy Seven: TFLN Cues

Texts from Last Night)

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Rating: M

BETA: Ziggy Pasta…

Cue: "…my back to hell and gave me a hickey. I look like a white trash werewolf victim."

Warning: Comparing of night time injuries.

Disclaimer: Don't own the FF fandom, just using for my own amusement. Do not profit from this endeavour.

Characters: Cloud, Tifa, Cid, Yuffie and mention of Vincent.

POV: Cloud



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CLAWS



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Cloud sat beside Cid and hunched his pained shoulders.



They hurt. They hurt a lot. His whole back was on fire. Not that he was really complaining, but they had got carried away last night and he had discovered that Tifa really needed to cut her nails.



He rolled his shoulders with a groan. He was grateful that he healed quickly.



He looked over to Cid to see him with a glass of rum already in his hand and it looked like he was uncomfortable.



"It's eight in the morning, and you are already drinking?" Cloud said, but understood why. The sounds that had come out his cabin were an unmistakable indication of the activities that went on.



It was just trying to figure out with whom. His first thought was Shera but she was back in Rocket Town and had left yesterday morning. Cloud wondered if he picked up someone in town or if it was a member of the crew.



"Need somethin' ta take the edge off," Cid muttered and took a sip. The movement seemed to hurt his shoulder as he moved. There were spots of bloods appearing on his shirt.



"Shit, Cid," Cloud said as he looked at the man. There was blood spotting his right shoulder and there was a large hickey on the side of his neck that was surrounded by bite marks. "Did you pick up a werewolf last night?"



"Somethin' like that," Cid grumbled and tried to pull on the collar of his t-shirt in an attempt to hide the bruise on his neck. "How do ya explain yers?" Cid poured another drink and then pulled out a separate glass.



Cloud stiffened.



"Not like yer were quiet last night either, son," Cid said. "Is that blood on yer shirt too?"



Cloud flushed as Cid chuckled.



"Well, at least I didn't just pick someone up." Cloud tried to defend himself.



"Wha' kinda man do yeh take me fer?" Cid said and glared at him.



Cloud stared back at him. He didn't know who he had been with. He always assumed that he was with Shera, even if he did yell at her all the time … and they never shared a room.



"Who were you with?"



"Nun of yer goddamn business!"



Cloud took the drink that he was offered and took a small sip, wincing at the strong taste. He didn't attempt to press the issue anymore. His back still ached and he was wondering how he was going to strap his sword onto his back if it was still bleeding from Tifa's attention.



Vincent walked into the small kitchen. He stopped in the doorway for a moment and Cloud could see that his red eyes were on Cid.



~holy shit~



Cloud looked at the two of them. Vincent finally broke the eye contact and went to the coffee pot that had just finished brewing. "You shouldn't be drinking so early in the morning," Vincent spoke in a cool voice.



Cloud could see that Cid was going to respond, but before the Captain could get a word out of his mouth, a small bouncy ninja bounded into the room with a loud yell, "Good Morning!"



She was always way too cheerful for first thing in the morning and Cloud was about to tell her so when she slapped him on the shoulder. Any words that he had were gone in the searing pain. He heard Cid howl and curse as she pulled away from the hand that had slapped his back.



"Get the fuck away from me, yah thievin' ninja!" Cid said as he turned his back to her. Cid could see her hand print imbedded with blood on the back of the blue shirt. It was obvious that his back wounds were a lot worse than his.



~with that claw Vincent's has, I can believe it~



Yuffie looked a little concerned before she put on hand on her hip and wagged an accusing finger. "You two should know better than to let wounds go untreated." She gave out a heavy sigh and shook her head as she started to leave the kitchen area. "I'll get Cure."



"Goddamn," Cid muttered as he sat back down in his chair. He looked a little paler than normal. Cloud was a little concerned at how much damage was done to the Captain.



There was a small sound from the corner and Cloud had nearly forgotten that Vincent was in the room after Yuffie's boisterous entrance. Both injured men looked over at the cloaked figure that was calmly stirring a hot cup of coffee. Vincent seemed amused and his red eyes looked brighter than Cloud ever remembered seeing. "Well, that is a way to get our materia back from Yuffie."



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This one was another one of those rare texts that inspired me and I didn't use directly because… yes I had a dream of Cloud and Vincent having a drink and … welll… you read it.



I have weird dreams.



"That cute girl I hooked up with last night clawed my back to hell and gave me a hickey. I look like a white trash werewolf victim" I delved into the depths of my requests and this one finally popped out at me…. I lost who sent it to me though So, if it was you… here it is!

Note: Inspirational text from the website, TLFN, Texts from Last Night