( Complete ) little angel go away come again some other day
WHO: Cloud Strife and Yuffie Kisaragi. And Leon's dead body.
WHAT: Leon has been dropped, so we must send in Cloud and Yuffie to deal with it.
WHERE: Leon's house.
WHEN: Shortly after Cloud's entry, so rather backlogged.
Cloud and Leon had never actually met face to face after they patched together their wounded friendship a few weeks ago. And since then, they had also been rather quiet to not only one another, but to the rest of Rivelata as well -- so there was little communication between the two. But as the silent days dragged on, Cloud decided that finally, it was time they met up again. He needed to know if their friendship really was in tact.
Curiously enough, when the blond arrived at the man's house, the front door was wide open. Granted, it was a nice, sunny day and there was a light summery breeze in the air... but Cloud wasn't sure Leon would choose to leave the door open like that.
"Leon?" The blond asked uncertainly, stepping inside. Why did something feel so out of place here? Slowly he started down the hall, blue eyes scanning the familiar house in search of his friend. "Are you, er... home?"
Still no answer. "..." Something was wrong. He was sure of it.
And then, just as he was about to draw his sword in preparation for the unexpected -- Cloud noticed something. Someone. And he was lying on the living room floor.
Leon.
From what Cloud could see, it was not a natural position. It looked like he had collapsed... and the fact that he wasn't moving was not reassuring in the slightest. Cloud was at the brunette's side in an instant. "Leon?!" He exclaimed, rolling the man over onto his back. And before the pale complexion, before the lifeless eyes, before the lack of breathing, before all of that Cloud noticed one thing -- the discoloured skin of Leon's right side, and the bleeding punctures of what looked like giant teeth in the middle.
Cloud froze. Was that really... a wound from a poisonous attacker?
The blond pressed his fingers to Leon's throat. There was no pulse. Desperate, he checked Leon's wrist. Still no pulse. "Beat." Cloud murmured, poking and prodding at Leon with a slightly shaking hand, trying to grasp onto some sign of life. "Why... won't your heart beat? Why won't you breathe? You..."
Cloud was helpless.
Helpless.
Helpless.
Cloud clenched his teeth and sank back down to the floor. "I didn't think I'd lose you too." He said quietly to Leon. "I didn't think you'd... die. How could you die?"
Just as quickly as Cloud had been at Leon's side, the man was on his feet again. And for a moment, it looked as though he was about to tell Leon right the hell off -- but instead, suddenly, his anger shattered. His pale face fell and he stepped back. Leon was dead. He didn't vanish without a trace like the others -- he was bloody dead. And Cloud was standing by his body.
The blond collapsed back down to his knees.
Calm down, calm down, calm down. Cloud squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his temples. He could deal with this. He could. He could. He could. He couldn't.
Yuffie needed to know. So did Leon's other friends. That was the reason why Cloud started to write in his journal with the announcement of Leon's death -- or at least, that's what he would have liked to believe. He would have liked to believe that he would be alright, too. And he would like to believe that he could deal with the loss of another friend. He would like to believe that he wasn't so very relieved to hear Yuffie was coming now.
And as he sat there on the floor besides the lifeless body of Squall Leonhart, Cloud found that he would like to believe quite a lot of things right now.
WHAT: Leon has been dropped, so we must send in Cloud and Yuffie to deal with it.
WHERE: Leon's house.
WHEN: Shortly after Cloud's entry, so rather backlogged.
Cloud and Leon had never actually met face to face after they patched together their wounded friendship a few weeks ago. And since then, they had also been rather quiet to not only one another, but to the rest of Rivelata as well -- so there was little communication between the two. But as the silent days dragged on, Cloud decided that finally, it was time they met up again. He needed to know if their friendship really was in tact.
Curiously enough, when the blond arrived at the man's house, the front door was wide open. Granted, it was a nice, sunny day and there was a light summery breeze in the air... but Cloud wasn't sure Leon would choose to leave the door open like that.
"Leon?" The blond asked uncertainly, stepping inside. Why did something feel so out of place here? Slowly he started down the hall, blue eyes scanning the familiar house in search of his friend. "Are you, er... home?"
Still no answer. "..." Something was wrong. He was sure of it.
And then, just as he was about to draw his sword in preparation for the unexpected -- Cloud noticed something. Someone. And he was lying on the living room floor.
Leon.
From what Cloud could see, it was not a natural position. It looked like he had collapsed... and the fact that he wasn't moving was not reassuring in the slightest. Cloud was at the brunette's side in an instant. "Leon?!" He exclaimed, rolling the man over onto his back. And before the pale complexion, before the lifeless eyes, before the lack of breathing, before all of that Cloud noticed one thing -- the discoloured skin of Leon's right side, and the bleeding punctures of what looked like giant teeth in the middle.
Cloud froze. Was that really... a wound from a poisonous attacker?
The blond pressed his fingers to Leon's throat. There was no pulse. Desperate, he checked Leon's wrist. Still no pulse. "Beat." Cloud murmured, poking and prodding at Leon with a slightly shaking hand, trying to grasp onto some sign of life. "Why... won't your heart beat? Why won't you breathe? You..."
Cloud was helpless.
Helpless.
Helpless.
Cloud clenched his teeth and sank back down to the floor. "I didn't think I'd lose you too." He said quietly to Leon. "I didn't think you'd... die. How could you die?"
Just as quickly as Cloud had been at Leon's side, the man was on his feet again. And for a moment, it looked as though he was about to tell Leon right the hell off -- but instead, suddenly, his anger shattered. His pale face fell and he stepped back. Leon was dead. He didn't vanish without a trace like the others -- he was bloody dead. And Cloud was standing by his body.
The blond collapsed back down to his knees.
Calm down, calm down, calm down. Cloud squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his temples. He could deal with this. He could. He could. He could. He couldn't.
Yuffie needed to know. So did Leon's other friends. That was the reason why Cloud started to write in his journal with the announcement of Leon's death -- or at least, that's what he would have liked to believe. He would have liked to believe that he would be alright, too. And he would like to believe that he could deal with the loss of another friend. He would like to believe that he wasn't so very relieved to hear Yuffie was coming now.
And as he sat there on the floor besides the lifeless body of Squall Leonhart, Cloud found that he would like to believe quite a lot of things right now.