Cloti fanfic - Thief!
And because I got this idea this morning, have another random cloti fic. I need to stop coming up with ideas mid-story, it ruins everything, lol
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2. THIEF!
Cloud walked into the garage, and froze. Denzel, who was walking behind him and chatting about school, didn’t see him stop and then bumped into him. Confused, he looked up at his adopted father. “Cloud? What’s wrong?”
Cloud was still frozen, staring out into the garage. Raising an eyebrow, Denzel followed Cloud’s gaze, but he couldn’t see anything wrong. The garage was as messy as always…nothing unusual there. It did look like Tifa had given it and put away a few things though, which he felt vaguely guilty for. But there was nothing really missing… hang on…
“Cloud? Where’s Fenrir?”
Cloud blinked… and blinked again. But no, his bike was still gone. He frowned. “But I just…” he muttered, moving into the garage. He could tell exactly where Fenrir was parked because it was the only part in the garage free of parts, and spare tires, and all other knick-knacks he had lying around. And of course, there was a small path free of clutter to the garage door, which was how he got Fenrir inside in the first place.
But he could’ve sworn he’d just parked Fenrir there a few minutes ago. He come home from work, gone inside to speak to the children while they ate - Marlene being more chatty than usual, and grinning the whole time - then Denzel had asked if they could go work on Fenrir. So he came back out here, and it was gone.
Denzel also moved inside the garage, being a little frightened of how Cloud was staring at the room, muttering random phrases under his breath. He then spotted a piece of paper stuck to the nearby wall, and darted over to get it. When he read it, he swore under his breath, looking around guiltily to make sure Tifa didn’t swoop into the room and scold him for it. “Umm, Cloud?”
Cloud looked over, still frowning. “Yes?”
“Maybe you should read this,” he said, though he sounded a little amused.
Quirking an eyebrow, Cloud moved over to accept the little piece of paper from Denzel. One look, and he also swore, though much louder, and also looked around to make sure Tifa didn’t appear and scold him.
The little innocent piece of paper contained a lovely little drawing of a certain ninja and her Conformer sitting on his bike, with the words WUTAI POWER written under it.
Cloud seethed, glaring at said insulting piece of paper as though trying to burn a hole in it. He then scowled and scrunched it up, throwing it over his shoulder.
“Aww, now I thought that was a lovely piece of work.”
Both boys turned to see Tifa leaning against the doorframe, trying not to smile too widely. Both were instantly afraid she’d heard them swearing and looked down at the floor.
Smiling, Tifa stood up, folding her arms in front of her. “So now I have a few jobs for you two. If you do what I say, then Fenrir will come home,” she said innocently.
Cloud’s jaw dropped, while Denzel just looked vaguely stunned. Tifa giggled. “That’s right. I’ve been telling you and telling you two to clean this garage and your rooms for weeks, and you’ve just ignored me. So, drastic measures have been taken. You do your jobs, you’ll get your bike,” she declared, quite enjoying the matching looks of horror on her boys’ faces.
Cloud in particular looked rather betrayed. “But, Tifa, I need Fenrir to work tomorrow,” he pleaded, looking anxious.
Tifa laughed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Well, you should have no dramas doing this by tomorrow,” she teased. “Besides, you don’t have to work tomorrow, you took the day off remember?”
Denzel glanced furtively around the room, before cautiously moving to the stairs. “Well, I better go do my homework,” he said quietly, but Tifa stopped him with her hand on his shoulder.
“Not so fast my little man. I thought the loss of Fenrir might not be enough for you, so I moved the television into Marlene’s room,” she said cheerfully, enjoying the look of absolute horror that formed on his face.
“But Tifa!”
“No buts, just do your jobs and your toys will be returned,” she said, looking amused as Denzel just scowled and stomped off to his room.
She then glanced back at Cloud, who had a rather calculating look in his eye. She frowned, guessing his train of thought. “Oh, and if you just go find Yuffie and take Fenrir back without cleaning anything, I won’t kiss you for a week,” she threatened cheerfully, blowing a kiss at him before turning and moving back inside the house.
Cloud was stunned. An… an entire week? But that wasn’t fair! This was manipulative! And sneaky! And he didn’t like it!
He moved to catch up with her in the hallway, tugging on her hand to get her attention. “Tifa.”
She turned, eyes innocent. “Yes?”
He moved closer, eyes pleading. “I don’t want to have to go a whole week without kisses,” he murmured, tilting his head down towards hers.
She sighed happily, tilting her own head up. When their lips were nearly touching, she smirked. “Don’t go after Yuffie then,” she breathed against his lips, and he jerked back in surprise. “And I still don’t see a clean room!” she declared, ducking away from his arms and moving back into the house.
Cloud stared after her, still stunned. That didn’t go the way he’d planned. Since when did she become immune to him? He pouted. That was cheating! He scowled, and stomped down the hallway. Fine. I’ll clean the stupid room.
Meanwhile, Denzel was being kicked out of Marlene’s room. She wouldn’t even let him watch the television in her room. He pouted. That still didn’t work. He scowled, and stomped down the hallway. Fine. I’ll clean the stupid room.
A few hours later, both rooms were clean, and Fenrir was suddenly returned with no visual of the ninja who had stolen it. She apparently knew better than to get in Cloud’s way. Cloud, feeling rather triumphant, moved into the bar area to reclaim his kiss from Tifa. He spun her away from the chopping board, tilting his head down to kiss her.
But to his everlasting frustration, she ducked away again, returning her attention to the vegetables she was trying to cut before interruptions from far-too-attractive blond men. “Well Cloud, I see the dishes in the sink need washing,” she teased.
Feeling put-out, and a little guilty for being whiny about jobs Tifa did every day, Cloud moved up behind her, brushing her hair to one side of her neck and moving his hands to her hips. “I might need a kiss to get me started though,” he breathed against her neck, running his lips over the tempting skin.
Tifa shivered, putting the knife down and turning around to wrap her arms around his neck. “Just one?” she teased, moving closer.
Cloud considered, tilting his head in a manner Tifa still found adorable. “We’ll see,” he smirked, before kissing her.
The passionate moment was soon interrupted by a squeal of outrage from upstairs. “Tifa! Denzel’s trying to take the television!”
“You said I could have it after I cleaned my room, and its clean!”
“I never agreed! Tiiiifaaa!”
Chuckling, Tifa moved away. “Guess we better go sort this out then,” she said, causing Cloud to smirk at the breathless quality to her voice before she started moving upstairs.
He then frowned. “Denzel’s just lucky Marlene isn’t as good at manipulating as you,” he muttered, following her.
She just grinned cheekily at him over her shoulder. “Well, now I know what will work next time,” she teased, blowing another kiss as his horrified expression.
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2. THIEF!
Cloud walked into the garage, and froze. Denzel, who was walking behind him and chatting about school, didn’t see him stop and then bumped into him. Confused, he looked up at his adopted father. “Cloud? What’s wrong?”
Cloud was still frozen, staring out into the garage. Raising an eyebrow, Denzel followed Cloud’s gaze, but he couldn’t see anything wrong. The garage was as messy as always…nothing unusual there. It did look like Tifa had given it and put away a few things though, which he felt vaguely guilty for. But there was nothing really missing… hang on…
“Cloud? Where’s Fenrir?”
Cloud blinked… and blinked again. But no, his bike was still gone. He frowned. “But I just…” he muttered, moving into the garage. He could tell exactly where Fenrir was parked because it was the only part in the garage free of parts, and spare tires, and all other knick-knacks he had lying around. And of course, there was a small path free of clutter to the garage door, which was how he got Fenrir inside in the first place.
But he could’ve sworn he’d just parked Fenrir there a few minutes ago. He come home from work, gone inside to speak to the children while they ate - Marlene being more chatty than usual, and grinning the whole time - then Denzel had asked if they could go work on Fenrir. So he came back out here, and it was gone.
Denzel also moved inside the garage, being a little frightened of how Cloud was staring at the room, muttering random phrases under his breath. He then spotted a piece of paper stuck to the nearby wall, and darted over to get it. When he read it, he swore under his breath, looking around guiltily to make sure Tifa didn’t swoop into the room and scold him for it. “Umm, Cloud?”
Cloud looked over, still frowning. “Yes?”
“Maybe you should read this,” he said, though he sounded a little amused.
Quirking an eyebrow, Cloud moved over to accept the little piece of paper from Denzel. One look, and he also swore, though much louder, and also looked around to make sure Tifa didn’t appear and scold him.
The little innocent piece of paper contained a lovely little drawing of a certain ninja and her Conformer sitting on his bike, with the words WUTAI POWER written under it.
Cloud seethed, glaring at said insulting piece of paper as though trying to burn a hole in it. He then scowled and scrunched it up, throwing it over his shoulder.
“Aww, now I thought that was a lovely piece of work.”
Both boys turned to see Tifa leaning against the doorframe, trying not to smile too widely. Both were instantly afraid she’d heard them swearing and looked down at the floor.
Smiling, Tifa stood up, folding her arms in front of her. “So now I have a few jobs for you two. If you do what I say, then Fenrir will come home,” she said innocently.
Cloud’s jaw dropped, while Denzel just looked vaguely stunned. Tifa giggled. “That’s right. I’ve been telling you and telling you two to clean this garage and your rooms for weeks, and you’ve just ignored me. So, drastic measures have been taken. You do your jobs, you’ll get your bike,” she declared, quite enjoying the matching looks of horror on her boys’ faces.
Cloud in particular looked rather betrayed. “But, Tifa, I need Fenrir to work tomorrow,” he pleaded, looking anxious.
Tifa laughed, flipping her hair over her shoulder. “Well, you should have no dramas doing this by tomorrow,” she teased. “Besides, you don’t have to work tomorrow, you took the day off remember?”
Denzel glanced furtively around the room, before cautiously moving to the stairs. “Well, I better go do my homework,” he said quietly, but Tifa stopped him with her hand on his shoulder.
“Not so fast my little man. I thought the loss of Fenrir might not be enough for you, so I moved the television into Marlene’s room,” she said cheerfully, enjoying the look of absolute horror that formed on his face.
“But Tifa!”
“No buts, just do your jobs and your toys will be returned,” she said, looking amused as Denzel just scowled and stomped off to his room.
She then glanced back at Cloud, who had a rather calculating look in his eye. She frowned, guessing his train of thought. “Oh, and if you just go find Yuffie and take Fenrir back without cleaning anything, I won’t kiss you for a week,” she threatened cheerfully, blowing a kiss at him before turning and moving back inside the house.
Cloud was stunned. An… an entire week? But that wasn’t fair! This was manipulative! And sneaky! And he didn’t like it!
He moved to catch up with her in the hallway, tugging on her hand to get her attention. “Tifa.”
She turned, eyes innocent. “Yes?”
He moved closer, eyes pleading. “I don’t want to have to go a whole week without kisses,” he murmured, tilting his head down towards hers.
She sighed happily, tilting her own head up. When their lips were nearly touching, she smirked. “Don’t go after Yuffie then,” she breathed against his lips, and he jerked back in surprise. “And I still don’t see a clean room!” she declared, ducking away from his arms and moving back into the house.
Cloud stared after her, still stunned. That didn’t go the way he’d planned. Since when did she become immune to him? He pouted. That was cheating! He scowled, and stomped down the hallway. Fine. I’ll clean the stupid room.
Meanwhile, Denzel was being kicked out of Marlene’s room. She wouldn’t even let him watch the television in her room. He pouted. That still didn’t work. He scowled, and stomped down the hallway. Fine. I’ll clean the stupid room.
A few hours later, both rooms were clean, and Fenrir was suddenly returned with no visual of the ninja who had stolen it. She apparently knew better than to get in Cloud’s way. Cloud, feeling rather triumphant, moved into the bar area to reclaim his kiss from Tifa. He spun her away from the chopping board, tilting his head down to kiss her.
But to his everlasting frustration, she ducked away again, returning her attention to the vegetables she was trying to cut before interruptions from far-too-attractive blond men. “Well Cloud, I see the dishes in the sink need washing,” she teased.
Feeling put-out, and a little guilty for being whiny about jobs Tifa did every day, Cloud moved up behind her, brushing her hair to one side of her neck and moving his hands to her hips. “I might need a kiss to get me started though,” he breathed against her neck, running his lips over the tempting skin.
Tifa shivered, putting the knife down and turning around to wrap her arms around his neck. “Just one?” she teased, moving closer.
Cloud considered, tilting his head in a manner Tifa still found adorable. “We’ll see,” he smirked, before kissing her.
The passionate moment was soon interrupted by a squeal of outrage from upstairs. “Tifa! Denzel’s trying to take the television!”
“You said I could have it after I cleaned my room, and its clean!”
“I never agreed! Tiiiifaaa!”
Chuckling, Tifa moved away. “Guess we better go sort this out then,” she said, causing Cloud to smirk at the breathless quality to her voice before she started moving upstairs.
He then frowned. “Denzel’s just lucky Marlene isn’t as good at manipulating as you,” he muttered, following her.
She just grinned cheekily at him over her shoulder. “Well, now I know what will work next time,” she teased, blowing another kiss as his horrified expression.