speaker (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} speakerchild) wrote,@ 2005-09-03 23:03:00 |
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[Kingdom Hearts] Untitled Leon/Cloud Mess
Finished: 2/3/2005
Summary: An in depth look at the inner workings of Cloud and Leon's relationship in the Kingdom Hearts world. (Not really.)
Pairings: Leon/Cloud
Warnings: Pointlessness, painfully mild shounen-ai.
Leon had caught the antique clock as it tumbled off its shelf with one arm (stretched painfully across the floor,) but it had been too great a distance and at too dramatic an angle to save the glass vase that stood near the front door. It had matched the carpet. Now it was deeply embedded in the carpet. Aerith would give him hell for sure, she was the one who picked it out. "That's what we need," he had said when she showed it to him. "Something fragile to set precariously by the door." He was ignored. It was a growing trend.
A crash from behind him brought him out of his thoughts. The clock he had just saved went crashing to the floor as he turned, making it around just in time to see the entire kitchen counter swept clean in an instant. For a split second he debated diving in to save as much as he could, but the ground coffee was the first to hit the floor, and he decided against it. Yuffie had given them that. She said it was a good brand. Rare. Not that he had ever had much of a taste for it, the smell alone set him off. It was a rather moot point now, though.
"And /how/--" Cloud spat again, turning on one heel, wiping the /other/ side of the counter clear of all it held with one fell swoop of his wing, "/how/ could he even /think/ I wouldn't /notice?!/"
Leon was on his feet, grabbing madly at the silverware and containers that flew toward the ground. Cloud brushed past him, his arms and single demon wing flailing dangerously about the room as he continued his tirade. Juggling items madly, one glass slipped through Leon's hands and shattered on the ground. That one was part of a set. A /set./ The /only/ set they had left, if he remembered correctly.
"I mean /who/ does he think he is?!" Cloud yelled, turning to him sharply. Leon ignored the look, and set to carefully placing the salvaged items back on the counter, further from the edge this time. "Who gave that little /pig-man/ the right to govern over others?! I mean, I could /drop kick him/ if I wanted!"
Cloud clenched one fist and stormed away, into the bathroom.
Leon sighed. The bathroom was small. It didn't offer much in terms of a turning-radius. At least, not for a person with a giant, uncontrollable appendage sticking out of their back that tended to turn erect at moments of intense emotion. Leon paused at the thought for a moment. Not the greatest choice of words, but it served it's purpose.
"Why do I even have to listen to a talking /goat/ anyway?!" Cloud's voice was slightly muted in the ceramic room, though the crashing of toiletries seemed to ring out just as loud. Leon sighed and stepped away from the kitchen counter, waiting to block the path back in once Cloud had finished destroying their most recent purchases. It was hard enough to keep up with all they managed to break because of their own roughhousing.
Cloud reappeared in the doorway, a trace of tissue paper on his wing. He let out an angry growl, pacing towards the bed. Leon didn't even bother to move. The bedside lamp was doomed to begin with. "You know, after /everything/ I've done for him--" he turned, catching the lamp shade and sending the entire thing to the ground. The light flickered as it hit the ground, and went out. "You'd think I wouldn't be treated as though I were some unwanted /step-child/ who couldn't be trusted with anything!"
Leon sighed. Of course he wouldn't mention the fact that he had played them all for fools by siding with Hades in the beginning, and that that could be the cause of Phil's slight lack of trust. Yeah, that /could/ be it. Leon looked at the broken lamp. It had really gone well with the drapes. At least those were bolted on high enough to be free from the raging onslaught before him.
Cloud walked toward him, looking to the kitchen. His rounds were going to start again. Leon sighed heavily once more. "I mean, I beat Sephiroth... /AGAIN,/ and /still/ I’m left out in the cold!!" The blond stopped suddenly, looking at Leon intently. "Do you have /any/ idea how /STRONG/ Sephiroth is? I mean /seriously!/ It's not easy!"
Right. Sora must have beaten him with pure luck, now he understood. Sometimes he wondered why he even put up with any of Cloud's winged angst.
"Argh!" Cloud stormed off again, walking over the broken remnants of glass on the floor, crushing them into smaller pieces. Leon groaned. He had loaned the vacuum to Cid for the weekend. He had shop cleaning to do. What was he supposed to do now?
"/Stupid/ little goat man!" Cloud's eyes were burning with anger. "I swear to /god,/ one day he'll get all that's coming to him! Just /wait!/ I'll find the perfect opportunity and BAM! He'll be sorry he ever messed with me!"
Leon nodded reassuringly. It was turning to idle threats now. Cloud ignored the gesture, one fist still clenched tightly.
"I don't even know why /anyone/ would listen to someone with /hooves/ in the first place! I'll participate in any damn tournament I want!"
He was close to him now. Close enough to see the anger still in his eyes. The wing was still pointed out, threatening anyone to take him on. Cloud met his eyes for only a second before another outburst climbed upward. Leon could see it. Cloud let out an exasperated sigh and turned sharply, smacking Leon squarely on one side of his face with his uncontrollable appendage. Leon closed his eyes. That tore it. Those things /hurt./
"Cloud," he said flatly, his deep voice penetrating into the other man's tirade, successfully breaking in between words. The blond turned back to him, sending the wing across his face once more, this time on the opposite side, an angry sneer still prevalent.
"What?!"
Leon bit his tongue for a moment before he opened his eyes. Finally he pointed to Cloud's side. "Your wing."
Cloud cast a quick glance to his side, spotted the dark obtrusion, and traced it back to it's path across Leon. "Oh." He recoiled it to his side and looked back to Leon, who's expression hadn't changed. Cloud flashed a quick, innocent, and above all, infectious smile. "Sorry about that," he said, rubbing the back of his head.
Leon opened his mouth to speak, but only sighed, shaking his head slightly. Cloud was still smiling. Leon had forgotten what he was upset about. "Don't worry about it."
Finished: 2/3/2005
Summary: An in depth look at the inner workings of Cloud and Leon's relationship in the Kingdom Hearts world. (Not really.)
Pairings: Leon/Cloud
Warnings: Pointlessness, painfully mild shounen-ai.
Leon had caught the antique clock as it tumbled off its shelf with one arm (stretched painfully across the floor,) but it had been too great a distance and at too dramatic an angle to save the glass vase that stood near the front door. It had matched the carpet. Now it was deeply embedded in the carpet. Aerith would give him hell for sure, she was the one who picked it out. "That's what we need," he had said when she showed it to him. "Something fragile to set precariously by the door." He was ignored. It was a growing trend.
A crash from behind him brought him out of his thoughts. The clock he had just saved went crashing to the floor as he turned, making it around just in time to see the entire kitchen counter swept clean in an instant. For a split second he debated diving in to save as much as he could, but the ground coffee was the first to hit the floor, and he decided against it. Yuffie had given them that. She said it was a good brand. Rare. Not that he had ever had much of a taste for it, the smell alone set him off. It was a rather moot point now, though.
"And /how/--" Cloud spat again, turning on one heel, wiping the /other/ side of the counter clear of all it held with one fell swoop of his wing, "/how/ could he even /think/ I wouldn't /notice?!/"
Leon was on his feet, grabbing madly at the silverware and containers that flew toward the ground. Cloud brushed past him, his arms and single demon wing flailing dangerously about the room as he continued his tirade. Juggling items madly, one glass slipped through Leon's hands and shattered on the ground. That one was part of a set. A /set./ The /only/ set they had left, if he remembered correctly.
"I mean /who/ does he think he is?!" Cloud yelled, turning to him sharply. Leon ignored the look, and set to carefully placing the salvaged items back on the counter, further from the edge this time. "Who gave that little /pig-man/ the right to govern over others?! I mean, I could /drop kick him/ if I wanted!"
Cloud clenched one fist and stormed away, into the bathroom.
Leon sighed. The bathroom was small. It didn't offer much in terms of a turning-radius. At least, not for a person with a giant, uncontrollable appendage sticking out of their back that tended to turn erect at moments of intense emotion. Leon paused at the thought for a moment. Not the greatest choice of words, but it served it's purpose.
"Why do I even have to listen to a talking /goat/ anyway?!" Cloud's voice was slightly muted in the ceramic room, though the crashing of toiletries seemed to ring out just as loud. Leon sighed and stepped away from the kitchen counter, waiting to block the path back in once Cloud had finished destroying their most recent purchases. It was hard enough to keep up with all they managed to break because of their own roughhousing.
Cloud reappeared in the doorway, a trace of tissue paper on his wing. He let out an angry growl, pacing towards the bed. Leon didn't even bother to move. The bedside lamp was doomed to begin with. "You know, after /everything/ I've done for him--" he turned, catching the lamp shade and sending the entire thing to the ground. The light flickered as it hit the ground, and went out. "You'd think I wouldn't be treated as though I were some unwanted /step-child/ who couldn't be trusted with anything!"
Leon sighed. Of course he wouldn't mention the fact that he had played them all for fools by siding with Hades in the beginning, and that that could be the cause of Phil's slight lack of trust. Yeah, that /could/ be it. Leon looked at the broken lamp. It had really gone well with the drapes. At least those were bolted on high enough to be free from the raging onslaught before him.
Cloud walked toward him, looking to the kitchen. His rounds were going to start again. Leon sighed heavily once more. "I mean, I beat Sephiroth... /AGAIN,/ and /still/ I’m left out in the cold!!" The blond stopped suddenly, looking at Leon intently. "Do you have /any/ idea how /STRONG/ Sephiroth is? I mean /seriously!/ It's not easy!"
Right. Sora must have beaten him with pure luck, now he understood. Sometimes he wondered why he even put up with any of Cloud's winged angst.
"Argh!" Cloud stormed off again, walking over the broken remnants of glass on the floor, crushing them into smaller pieces. Leon groaned. He had loaned the vacuum to Cid for the weekend. He had shop cleaning to do. What was he supposed to do now?
"/Stupid/ little goat man!" Cloud's eyes were burning with anger. "I swear to /god,/ one day he'll get all that's coming to him! Just /wait!/ I'll find the perfect opportunity and BAM! He'll be sorry he ever messed with me!"
Leon nodded reassuringly. It was turning to idle threats now. Cloud ignored the gesture, one fist still clenched tightly.
"I don't even know why /anyone/ would listen to someone with /hooves/ in the first place! I'll participate in any damn tournament I want!"
He was close to him now. Close enough to see the anger still in his eyes. The wing was still pointed out, threatening anyone to take him on. Cloud met his eyes for only a second before another outburst climbed upward. Leon could see it. Cloud let out an exasperated sigh and turned sharply, smacking Leon squarely on one side of his face with his uncontrollable appendage. Leon closed his eyes. That tore it. Those things /hurt./
"Cloud," he said flatly, his deep voice penetrating into the other man's tirade, successfully breaking in between words. The blond turned back to him, sending the wing across his face once more, this time on the opposite side, an angry sneer still prevalent.
"What?!"
Leon bit his tongue for a moment before he opened his eyes. Finally he pointed to Cloud's side. "Your wing."
Cloud cast a quick glance to his side, spotted the dark obtrusion, and traced it back to it's path across Leon. "Oh." He recoiled it to his side and looked back to Leon, who's expression hadn't changed. Cloud flashed a quick, innocent, and above all, infectious smile. "Sorry about that," he said, rubbing the back of his head.
Leon opened his mouth to speak, but only sighed, shaking his head slightly. Cloud was still smiling. Leon had forgotten what he was upset about. "Don't worry about it."
