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THis is very sketchy yet, but I've had half an idea to do this... and telling two people who then egged me on made me more or less decide. But, it is as of yet more of a possible sequel than a decided one... if anyone's interested, then sure.
(There will be crazy Sephiroth vs Sephiroth though if this get written. :D;; )
Title: Undecided as of yet
Status: Preview of possible sequel to Storm (that'd make it third in The Golden Chocobo 'verse... O.o )
Pairings: S+C, Z+A (others)
"Sephiroth..."
"What is it?"
"... No. It's nothing."
***
He supposed he should have told Sephiroth it actually was something, but how do you tell someone it feels as if they're somehow in more places than one? It wasn't any concrete feeling either... just a vague tug, a faint intuition... and the strange idea that he thought he'd been able to feel Sephiroth's scent from another direction than the one Sephiroth had been in right at that moment.
That had been yesterday, and he'd gone on a run this morning, hoping it'd clear away this strange mood. He'd hesitated briefly between Fenrir and going on a run himself, finally settling on a run, and got out of the bed naked, wandering through the lower-floor apartment to the back door and slipping out as a chocobo, a silver shadow following to the door, turning his head and stealing a kiss just before he transformed.
***
The sunlight was diluted this late morning, high, thin clouds covering the sky and giving everything a faint glow, even the dead wasteland that surrounded Midgar and the new city that had sprouted around it. Faint wisps of dust clouds were whipped up behind him as his claws burrowed slightly into the dusty ground, wind whistling all around him in a soundless bubble. Something suddenly broke it, though, a high-pitched rumble that abruptly grew into a twin roar. Turning his head slightly, trusting his body to keep him going without tripping, Cloud nonetheless almost stumbled.
"KWEH?!" Not because of the look of the two bikers, even if that was partly it, but because of the scent that he caught in-between the sharp wind and oil from the motorcycles. A very familiar scent. But... that wasn't possible. Mindlessly leaping over a spire of rock protruding from the ground, Cloud fluffed his feathers in confusion and turned his head forward again. He would deal with them later... Preferably not at all... And then they were beside him, one of them swerving so close he had to bend to the side, break off from his course.
"Where's our Mother, Cloud? You know, don't you?" Smooth, cool, and oh so familiar but not as deep as Sephiroth's. Squawking in part irritation and part confusion, Cloud veered away from the bike, only to be blocked by the other. He knew herding tactics when he saw them.
Angry, he decided to show them what being a golden chocobo meant. They seriously couldn't think that they could stop him, just the two of them? A half-turn and then a glorious, flying jump over the one with shorter hair that suddenly seemed to just appear in front of him. Landing easily he was now clear of them... and was met by half a dozen.... creatures instead. They had small spines and black skin, looking vaguely like large lizards.
A surprised wark and he almost tripped over himself when turning and avoiding the things. Who the hell were they? Why did they smell like Sephiroth? And these critters weren't any better. If he only could use his limit breaks as he could in human form, there wouldn't be anything left of them but cinders.
"He doesn't like this game, does he, Yazoo?" A slight, glancing blow and the jerking tingles of electricity exploded beneath feathers and skin, but that was still not enough to take him down, even after this morning's heavy run. There was no chance he was giving up just because he couldn't attack.
***
Keeping a cursory eye at the fight down on the plain, he scowled at the air as he wasn't taken seriously.
"I don't want to talk to you! Give me the boss, and tell him he can just tell us where Mother is... Since after we have what we're here for, brother's going to assume you're the ones at fault, and go after you first. And I suppose we all know how he is..." A suggestive slant of the violent, rather youthful voice, but he didn't get anything more than the now-familiar half-hints and vague suggestions held together by insincere apologies.
With a snarl, he snapped the phone shut. This wasn't good enough. Standing up straighter, ignoring the thin silver stands falling across his eyes, he smirked.
"... Cloud..." It was only a whisper, a subdued and reined-in caress of the name, but the chocobo heard anyway, the familiarity enough for him to pause. Pause for just that fatal moment needed.
"Brother hasn't learned how to share... but that's alright. We don't want to share either." Soft, dark murmur, and with a chuckle, Kadaj jumped up on his motorcycle and revved the engine, tearing down the cliff-side to meet up with his brothers. Now... they just needed Mother, and then to take care of their traitorous older brother.
And here, a shiny thing I amused myself with... Cloud in SMH gear. Why? Nyah. :D Not telling.
http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/132706/
(There will be crazy Sephiroth vs Sephiroth though if this get written. :D;; )
Title: Undecided as of yet
Status: Preview of possible sequel to Storm (that'd make it third in The Golden Chocobo 'verse... O.o )
Pairings: S+C, Z+A (others)
"Sephiroth..."
"What is it?"
"... No. It's nothing."
***
He supposed he should have told Sephiroth it actually was something, but how do you tell someone it feels as if they're somehow in more places than one? It wasn't any concrete feeling either... just a vague tug, a faint intuition... and the strange idea that he thought he'd been able to feel Sephiroth's scent from another direction than the one Sephiroth had been in right at that moment.
That had been yesterday, and he'd gone on a run this morning, hoping it'd clear away this strange mood. He'd hesitated briefly between Fenrir and going on a run himself, finally settling on a run, and got out of the bed naked, wandering through the lower-floor apartment to the back door and slipping out as a chocobo, a silver shadow following to the door, turning his head and stealing a kiss just before he transformed.
***
The sunlight was diluted this late morning, high, thin clouds covering the sky and giving everything a faint glow, even the dead wasteland that surrounded Midgar and the new city that had sprouted around it. Faint wisps of dust clouds were whipped up behind him as his claws burrowed slightly into the dusty ground, wind whistling all around him in a soundless bubble. Something suddenly broke it, though, a high-pitched rumble that abruptly grew into a twin roar. Turning his head slightly, trusting his body to keep him going without tripping, Cloud nonetheless almost stumbled.
"KWEH?!" Not because of the look of the two bikers, even if that was partly it, but because of the scent that he caught in-between the sharp wind and oil from the motorcycles. A very familiar scent. But... that wasn't possible. Mindlessly leaping over a spire of rock protruding from the ground, Cloud fluffed his feathers in confusion and turned his head forward again. He would deal with them later... Preferably not at all... And then they were beside him, one of them swerving so close he had to bend to the side, break off from his course.
"Where's our Mother, Cloud? You know, don't you?" Smooth, cool, and oh so familiar but not as deep as Sephiroth's. Squawking in part irritation and part confusion, Cloud veered away from the bike, only to be blocked by the other. He knew herding tactics when he saw them.
Angry, he decided to show them what being a golden chocobo meant. They seriously couldn't think that they could stop him, just the two of them? A half-turn and then a glorious, flying jump over the one with shorter hair that suddenly seemed to just appear in front of him. Landing easily he was now clear of them... and was met by half a dozen.... creatures instead. They had small spines and black skin, looking vaguely like large lizards.
A surprised wark and he almost tripped over himself when turning and avoiding the things. Who the hell were they? Why did they smell like Sephiroth? And these critters weren't any better. If he only could use his limit breaks as he could in human form, there wouldn't be anything left of them but cinders.
"He doesn't like this game, does he, Yazoo?" A slight, glancing blow and the jerking tingles of electricity exploded beneath feathers and skin, but that was still not enough to take him down, even after this morning's heavy run. There was no chance he was giving up just because he couldn't attack.
***
Keeping a cursory eye at the fight down on the plain, he scowled at the air as he wasn't taken seriously.
"I don't want to talk to you! Give me the boss, and tell him he can just tell us where Mother is... Since after we have what we're here for, brother's going to assume you're the ones at fault, and go after you first. And I suppose we all know how he is..." A suggestive slant of the violent, rather youthful voice, but he didn't get anything more than the now-familiar half-hints and vague suggestions held together by insincere apologies.
With a snarl, he snapped the phone shut. This wasn't good enough. Standing up straighter, ignoring the thin silver stands falling across his eyes, he smirked.
"... Cloud..." It was only a whisper, a subdued and reined-in caress of the name, but the chocobo heard anyway, the familiarity enough for him to pause. Pause for just that fatal moment needed.
"Brother hasn't learned how to share... but that's alright. We don't want to share either." Soft, dark murmur, and with a chuckle, Kadaj jumped up on his motorcycle and revved the engine, tearing down the cliff-side to meet up with his brothers. Now... they just needed Mother, and then to take care of their traitorous older brother.
And here, a shiny thing I amused myself with... Cloud in SMH gear. Why? Nyah. :D Not telling.
http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/view/132706/