Author: Mistigri
E-mail: [email protected]
Pairing: Read it and see! It's not exactly an epic^_~;
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Title says all!
Disclaimer: No cramps were caused during the making of this ficlet. Bish belong to Squaresoft, or perhaps each other...
Notes; I meant this as a bunny outline for Lipstickcat to write. She popped in some asterisks and claimed her work done!
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Cloud pulled the belt a little tighter around Leon�s wrist. The gunblader was pinned now, unable to move, bound by his own belts. Cloud had wanted to do this to him since the first moment he saw him. He stepped teasingly away from Leon�s naked body and slowly began to undress. He pulled off the red cloak and let it fall to the floor. He paused as a wave of d�j� vu swept over him. He�s seen this before, the red fabric dropped carelessly and forgotten. Suddenly the memory slammed right back into his head.
�Oh, fuck!�
Cloud ran to the door, throwing the cloak around his shoulders. �I�m sorry Squall, geez, I�ll be right back! If you get cramp, just give Yuffie a yell!� He was gone before the other man could protest.
�It�s Leon now!�
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Cloud didn�t make much sense, but Cid got the idea he needed a Gummi ship, and fast. Cid had him on his way in a flash. He just hoped Cloud would remember how to fly the thing.
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Cloud burst through the door gushing apologies.
�I�m sorry, I got distracted, but it wasn�t my fault! Memories fiddled with again! I�m sorry! I totally forgot, I�sorry��
He removed the gag from Vincent�s mouth and started to untie him. Being tied naked to a bed couldn�t be much worse than being stuck in a coffin could it? And Vincent had seemed quite reluctant to leave that�Cloud rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. �Sorry Vincent��
He got a patient blink in reply. He hoped Vincent wasn�t about to go Galian beast on him.
�Cloud,� Vincent�s voice was calm, but probably wouldn�t be for long. �What the Hell did you do to my cloak?!?�