Challenge [282] Cliché
Challenge: [282] Cliché.
Title: Just Like The Movies
Word Count: 600
Notes: No spoilers. I'm not sure why, but I couldn't get this scene out of my head... (:
Yuffie had been nagging at him for days on end now about how he should make more effort to show Aerith some sign of affection or show more spontaneity and do something sweet for the woman that he loved. The annoyingly hyper girl had been right, for a change. And thus, the brooding marathon had begun, lasting for quite a while until he finally had come up with an idea. A brilliant one at that, even if he said so himself. He would make the pink clad woman breakfast in bed and steal her heart once and for all.
Cliché? Hardly.
…Okay, maybe a little, but seriously, who cared at this point? It was the thought that counted, right?
Or something…
Whatever.
That was the main reason why the spiky-haired male had gotten up this early in the morning. Everyone had been sleeping when he'd busied himself in the almost unnaturally clean kitchen. Even Leon, who was usually an early riser, was nowhere to be found. But that was a good thing, because that guy made him more nervous than Yuffie did and that said something.
Slowly and carefully, so as not to let anything on the tray fall, the blonde ex-SOLDIER made his way to the bedroom he shared with Aerith, upstairs. When he'd almost reached the door, he let go of the tray with one hand, so he could softly open it. Unfortunately, before he could stop it, half of the food he'd prepared fell on the floor, including the porcelain plates and cutlery with loud clattering.
Cloud just stood there, looking at what he'd done. Then, he cursed under his breath, hoping fervently that this hadn't woken up the rest of the house.
(Little did he know that on the other side of the door, Aerith had opened her emerald green eyes and sat upright on the bed. She was obviously startled by the sound of breaking glass, wondering where it had come from.)
Damn. So far his good intentions. Now not only did Aerith not get her breakfast, but she had to clean the mess on the floor, too. He'd just caused her extra work.
Great job, Strife. You really earned a pat on the back with that... Idiot.
He had no problem fighting with Sephiroth (and even beat him), a first class SOLDIER with superhuman strength. He could easily take down a few hundred Heartless and Nobodies. Heck, he'd gone to Hell and came back, making a contract with Hades himself! But fixing a simple breakfast? No way in Hell he could actually handle that kind of pressure. It was at times like these that he really started doubting himself…
At that moment, the door flew open and he stood face to face with the beautiful but sleepy Aerith. Confusion was written in her clear green eyes, as she gave him a questioning look.
"Cloud?" she said softly, a surprised edge in her voice. "What are you doing?"
The spiky-haired man gulped, knowing full well that he had to have his famous dear-in-the-headlight-look on his face. "Uh…" he started.
That was when the woman's eyes fell on the tray he held in his hands… and all the sticky mess around him. Cloud held his breath, waiting for her to get furious. Instead, Aerith beamed and a radiant smile slowly spread across her face. The brooding swordsman let out a relieved breath. Mission accomplished…apparently.
One could say a lot of things about Cloud, but he certainly wasn't anything like the guys in those über cliché movies.
…Okay, maybe a little, but it didn't matter much, right?
Title: Just Like The Movies
Word Count: 600
Notes: No spoilers. I'm not sure why, but I couldn't get this scene out of my head... (:
Yuffie had been nagging at him for days on end now about how he should make more effort to show Aerith some sign of affection or show more spontaneity and do something sweet for the woman that he loved. The annoyingly hyper girl had been right, for a change. And thus, the brooding marathon had begun, lasting for quite a while until he finally had come up with an idea. A brilliant one at that, even if he said so himself. He would make the pink clad woman breakfast in bed and steal her heart once and for all.
Cliché? Hardly.
…Okay, maybe a little, but seriously, who cared at this point? It was the thought that counted, right?
Or something…
Whatever.
That was the main reason why the spiky-haired male had gotten up this early in the morning. Everyone had been sleeping when he'd busied himself in the almost unnaturally clean kitchen. Even Leon, who was usually an early riser, was nowhere to be found. But that was a good thing, because that guy made him more nervous than Yuffie did and that said something.
Slowly and carefully, so as not to let anything on the tray fall, the blonde ex-SOLDIER made his way to the bedroom he shared with Aerith, upstairs. When he'd almost reached the door, he let go of the tray with one hand, so he could softly open it. Unfortunately, before he could stop it, half of the food he'd prepared fell on the floor, including the porcelain plates and cutlery with loud clattering.
Cloud just stood there, looking at what he'd done. Then, he cursed under his breath, hoping fervently that this hadn't woken up the rest of the house.
(Little did he know that on the other side of the door, Aerith had opened her emerald green eyes and sat upright on the bed. She was obviously startled by the sound of breaking glass, wondering where it had come from.)
Damn. So far his good intentions. Now not only did Aerith not get her breakfast, but she had to clean the mess on the floor, too. He'd just caused her extra work.
Great job, Strife. You really earned a pat on the back with that... Idiot.
He had no problem fighting with Sephiroth (and even beat him), a first class SOLDIER with superhuman strength. He could easily take down a few hundred Heartless and Nobodies. Heck, he'd gone to Hell and came back, making a contract with Hades himself! But fixing a simple breakfast? No way in Hell he could actually handle that kind of pressure. It was at times like these that he really started doubting himself…
At that moment, the door flew open and he stood face to face with the beautiful but sleepy Aerith. Confusion was written in her clear green eyes, as she gave him a questioning look.
"Cloud?" she said softly, a surprised edge in her voice. "What are you doing?"
The spiky-haired man gulped, knowing full well that he had to have his famous dear-in-the-headlight-look on his face. "Uh…" he started.
That was when the woman's eyes fell on the tray he held in his hands… and all the sticky mess around him. Cloud held his breath, waiting for her to get furious. Instead, Aerith beamed and a radiant smile slowly spread across her face. The brooding swordsman let out a relieved breath. Mission accomplished…apparently.
One could say a lot of things about Cloud, but he certainly wasn't anything like the guys in those über cliché movies.
…Okay, maybe a little, but it didn't matter much, right?