Coincidence (Birthday fic for fantasia0829!)
Title: Coincidence
Author:
aurons_fan
Pairing: Leon/Cloud
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Um, I PLAN to own Square Enix sooner or later. But I don't. Therefore...whee~
Warnings: Um, let's say T. Whee? :DD
Summary: Poor Cloud. His day was only getting worse -being rejected from his love, his ice cream melting, a hot guy bumping into you... Oh. Wait...
A/N: HAAAAAAAAAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
fantasia0829, I've only known you for...what, the summer months? But you're still an awesome person, and yes, you are allowed to hate me for eternity for writing such a short fic. (But I swear, that's all it would allow to be written!!)
Cloud exhaled as he stirred the remnants of his vanilla ice cream, the only food in the world that could cheer him up after anything. The blond was beginning to have his doubts, as the dessert slowly began melting and his mood wasn’t going higher.
But of course Zack would say no. Zack Fair? Only his closest companion since their high school years, close enough to Cloud that the blond thought that he might have felt something for him. But no. Unfortunately for our ice cream eating loser - erm, hero - Zack was, by golly, straight, and blushed at admitting that he wanted to ask the blond for tips to ask out Aerith, seeing as Cloud didn’t like her.
Cloud, being the person he was, gave the hint of taking her out to dinner, in which Zack nodded enthusiastically in response. He gave Cloud a tight hug, saying that if Aerith and he were to ever marry, the blond was obviously invited to his wedding. Cloud simply sighed and patted his friend on the back.
Once Zack was gone, however, he turned and headed to the nearest ice cream shop, his face expressionless, but all who knew him could tell that he was upset.
“I’ll have a coffee to go.” Cloud blinked and looked up; he finally noticed what most would call a second chance; a sexy beast; tie-to-the-bed sexy. Said person had the most interesting outfit -one comprised of leather pants (despite the hot weather) and a leather jacket that clung to his amazingly perfect biceps. The brunet had his hair down in a face-framing fashion and a lion pendant rested on his chest (on his more than likely chiseled abs). He was hot enough to make many a woman stop and fan themselves while passing by him on the street.
Cloud said nothing to the stranger and simply moved his ice cream farther away. Said person was also hot enough to melt ice cream, he noted dryly, as he prodded the remaining scoop with a sigh. Sure, Aerith was a dear friend to him, and he loved Zack enough to want the man to be happy… but what about him?
As if to answer the blond’s questioning (or torment him. But let’s leave it at answering), the sexy brunet - while an amazing fighter, probably strong enough to lift a car off a kitten, and hot enough to cook an egg on a side walk - was sadly clumsy as hell. Cloud discovered this very quickly when the brunet’s coffee landed in his ice cream.
It could’ve been the work of the cashier, who may have been clumsy enough to drop the cup. It may have been the sexy brunet, clumsy in receiving it. Heck, it may have been the work of unknown (and slightly) crazy forces, trying to tell Cloud to get over Zack and to hit up on the new guy!!
But all Cloud knew was that his wonderful ice cream - vanilla, with about six sprinkles thrown in for taste, not because he was childish like that - was gone. Gone under a brown coating of coffee doom.
Although the blond’s expression was unreadable, the air around him grew dangerously colder and his left eyebrow twitched ever so slightly.
The cashier gave a mumbled apology to the brunet and the brunet had one (hot, mind you) eyebrow raised but simply resigned to his fate of waiting for another coffee. Cloud was still staring at the ice cream; the people behind the counter had seen Cloud moping for hours in the shop, poking his ice cream. For all they knew, the ice cream was done and he didn’t deserve another free one, not matter how bad his day was.
Cloud exhaled before moving to stand up, a deeper frown than before etched in his face. How dare these people assume he was done with his ice cream. And, damnit, he didn’t mope - he brooded. Get it right!
“Add a small ice cream to my purchase.” Cloud looked over to see that the brunet was pulling out his wallet again, his eyes inspecting the blond in a way that almost made him feel uncomfortable. Almost. He mostly liked the attention.
“Thanks, but I was basically done…” Cloud tried to write off his moping - brooding! - with a shake of his head, but instead nodded in thanks to the brunet. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“I just did,” the brunet replied, handing Cloud the fresh bowl of ice cream as the cashier placed the coffee onto the counter carefully. Cloud politely took the bowl before noticing that the brunet was gesturing him to a seat. Telling himself not to blink like a deer caught in the headlights, Cloud grabbed his bowl and followed the man to a table before sitting opposite of him and digging into his ice cream with a slight smile.
The man stared at him, almost inspecting him as Cloud ate. Cloud paused, delicately wiped his mouth, and looked up to the brunet. “Speaking of which, can I get a name?”
Smiling (well, kind of. It was more of a mixture of a smirk and a smile, but hey, it was a start!), the brunet held out his hand to shake. “Name’s Leon.”
Author:
aurons_fan
Pairing: Leon/Cloud
Rating: T
Disclaimer: Um, I PLAN to own Square Enix sooner or later. But I don't. Therefore...whee~
Warnings: Um, let's say T. Whee? :DD
Summary: Poor Cloud. His day was only getting worse -being rejected from his love, his ice cream melting, a hot guy bumping into you... Oh. Wait...
A/N: HAAAAAAAAAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
fantasia0829, I've only known you for...what, the summer months? But you're still an awesome person, and yes, you are allowed to hate me for eternity for writing such a short fic. (But I swear, that's all it would allow to be written!!)
Cloud exhaled as he stirred the remnants of his vanilla ice cream, the only food in the world that could cheer him up after anything. The blond was beginning to have his doubts, as the dessert slowly began melting and his mood wasn’t going higher.
But of course Zack would say no. Zack Fair? Only his closest companion since their high school years, close enough to Cloud that the blond thought that he might have felt something for him. But no. Unfortunately for our ice cream eating loser - erm, hero - Zack was, by golly, straight, and blushed at admitting that he wanted to ask the blond for tips to ask out Aerith, seeing as Cloud didn’t like her.
Cloud, being the person he was, gave the hint of taking her out to dinner, in which Zack nodded enthusiastically in response. He gave Cloud a tight hug, saying that if Aerith and he were to ever marry, the blond was obviously invited to his wedding. Cloud simply sighed and patted his friend on the back.
Once Zack was gone, however, he turned and headed to the nearest ice cream shop, his face expressionless, but all who knew him could tell that he was upset.
“I’ll have a coffee to go.” Cloud blinked and looked up; he finally noticed what most would call a second chance; a sexy beast; tie-to-the-bed sexy. Said person had the most interesting outfit -one comprised of leather pants (despite the hot weather) and a leather jacket that clung to his amazingly perfect biceps. The brunet had his hair down in a face-framing fashion and a lion pendant rested on his chest (on his more than likely chiseled abs). He was hot enough to make many a woman stop and fan themselves while passing by him on the street.
Cloud said nothing to the stranger and simply moved his ice cream farther away. Said person was also hot enough to melt ice cream, he noted dryly, as he prodded the remaining scoop with a sigh. Sure, Aerith was a dear friend to him, and he loved Zack enough to want the man to be happy… but what about him?
As if to answer the blond’s questioning (or torment him. But let’s leave it at answering), the sexy brunet - while an amazing fighter, probably strong enough to lift a car off a kitten, and hot enough to cook an egg on a side walk - was sadly clumsy as hell. Cloud discovered this very quickly when the brunet’s coffee landed in his ice cream.
It could’ve been the work of the cashier, who may have been clumsy enough to drop the cup. It may have been the sexy brunet, clumsy in receiving it. Heck, it may have been the work of unknown (and slightly) crazy forces, trying to tell Cloud to get over Zack and to hit up on the new guy!!
But all Cloud knew was that his wonderful ice cream - vanilla, with about six sprinkles thrown in for taste, not because he was childish like that - was gone. Gone under a brown coating of coffee doom.
Although the blond’s expression was unreadable, the air around him grew dangerously colder and his left eyebrow twitched ever so slightly.
The cashier gave a mumbled apology to the brunet and the brunet had one (hot, mind you) eyebrow raised but simply resigned to his fate of waiting for another coffee. Cloud was still staring at the ice cream; the people behind the counter had seen Cloud moping for hours in the shop, poking his ice cream. For all they knew, the ice cream was done and he didn’t deserve another free one, not matter how bad his day was.
Cloud exhaled before moving to stand up, a deeper frown than before etched in his face. How dare these people assume he was done with his ice cream. And, damnit, he didn’t mope - he brooded. Get it right!
“Add a small ice cream to my purchase.” Cloud looked over to see that the brunet was pulling out his wallet again, his eyes inspecting the blond in a way that almost made him feel uncomfortable. Almost. He mostly liked the attention.
“Thanks, but I was basically done…” Cloud tried to write off his moping - brooding! - with a shake of his head, but instead nodded in thanks to the brunet. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“I just did,” the brunet replied, handing Cloud the fresh bowl of ice cream as the cashier placed the coffee onto the counter carefully. Cloud politely took the bowl before noticing that the brunet was gesturing him to a seat. Telling himself not to blink like a deer caught in the headlights, Cloud grabbed his bowl and followed the man to a table before sitting opposite of him and digging into his ice cream with a slight smile.
The man stared at him, almost inspecting him as Cloud ate. Cloud paused, delicately wiped his mouth, and looked up to the brunet. “Speaking of which, can I get a name?”
Smiling (well, kind of. It was more of a mixture of a smirk and a smile, but hey, it was a start!), the brunet held out his hand to shake. “Name’s Leon.”