Title : Finding Fault
Author :
wolfchildblazerPairing : Leon(Squall) Leonhart/Cloud Strife
Fandom : Kingdom Hearts 2
Theme : # 6 Sunflower (Haughtiness)
Disclaimer : I do not own KH2 including the characters I mention. I gain no procedes from this work.
Summary : Thus Cloud was like the sunflower, bold and beautiful and far too self-centered.
Beautiful, and large, the sunflower stood gaily against the pane of the window absorbing all light. It was a gorgeous flower, twenty-five petals spread out, greedily sucking up the solar rays while a few nameless bugs flittered about. The stem was sturdy and strong, broad, keeping the flower high above others, and it was ironic.
Squall mused as he stared between the flower on the window sill to the male resting lazily in the chair. It goes without saying that the color of the sun brushed petals matched the hair on the head of Cloud, and that the evergreen of mako reflected the leaves. Cloud, the sunflower, that sounds so wrong, even if its just thought of it in his head. The stem was a good representation of Cloud’s build, it was ironic.
However, like the Sunflower’s need to be in the sun, to be the only one, Cloud was much like that, he could be the only one, and he had to be the best. Perhaps it came from his background in Soldier where they were compared to the Great Sephiroth, the one that sought to damage the both of them. Cloud had chased after Sephiroth, half the time thinking he was someone else, before finally destroying him or so he had thought. However long those thoughts had lasted, Cloud was elevated as a hero, high above the group that had actually rescued their home world. Cloud was finally recognized, enough that his name was a household prayer, especially when Sephiroth came back as remnants in a trio of silver-haired men. It had been utterly ridiculous but none the less, Cloud faced off against them alone, and it was his heroic image that was seen when the summon was sent back to whence it came.
All of this, left Cloud with a undesirable trait. Cloud was quite haughty at times, Squall knew this before it was not news, but it was one of Cloud’s most glaring flaws. He sighed he suppose it could be worst, broad hands gripped his shoulders disrupting his thoughts. “What are you thinking about light?” Cloud asked behind him.
“You.” Squall answered, for it was truth, and a smirk stretched across the masculine face.
“Good, keep it that way.” Cloud declared, and Squall shrugged, who else would he think about?