faicinn_rocais (faicinn_rocais) wrote in areyougame, @ 2010-03-15 20:01:00 |
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[FFVII: Vincent/Cloud] Dance in the Dark
Title: Dance in the Dark
Author: faicinn_rocais
Rating: T
Warnings: implied violence and sex
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Prompt: 12- Final Fantasy VII, Vincent/Cloud: weapon play – Despite the sword being his weapon of Choice, Cloud still remembered how to use a gun.
Summary: Vincent walks into his room to find Cloud touching his possessions.
A/N: I kinda reworded it a bit, sorry. I didn't know how to word it right in the situation I threw it in. This was done a while ago, but my computer crashed--through my roommate flipping breakers--hence why none of my prompts were posted on time. I had such a wonderful ending, T__T, I went " F it." Here's the rewritten version. So sorry it's late.
Vincent froze in the door of his room. Tifa was nice enough to give him his own space at the bar she ran, and kept it clean and orderly for him as well, but there was something bright in it that didn’t belong. Namely, one Cloud Strife; not that Vincent had anything against the blond exSolder-Experiment. What Vincent couldn’t decide if he liked or not, was the fact that Cloud was handling his guns.
Not that he was doing a poor job, mind you; quite the opposite in fact. Cerberus was to one side and shone brilliantly in the dim light. His Quicksilver Pistol practically glowed in the low light. Next to that was his precious Hydra—a lovely rifle if he did say so himself.
He must have been giving Cloud a strange look as he admired his weapons for the exSoldier’s glowing blue eyes focused on him. “As Cadets, we weren’t allowed to use swords outside of weapon’s class, and when I ended up in the Guard, guns were their main weapon.”
As if that explained everything.
“I have never seen you touch a gun since I’ve known you,” Vincent murmured.
“Just because the sword is my weapon of choice doesn’t mean I don’t remember how to use a gun,” Cloud informed him, a smirk on his youthful face—frozen so much like his own—devious laughter dancing in his eyes. Vincent eyed the barrel he was cleaning in his hand.
“Why are you in my room?”
Cloud shrugged as he examined the barrel, before deciding it was clean and reassembling the spring loading mechanism and placing it back in its casing. “No one goes in your room; thought it would be a safe place to hide.”
Vincent raised a questioning eyebrow. “Since when do you hide?”
Cloud sighed, the assembly of one of his revolvers complete, the blond rubbed the outer casing down before placing it on the bed next to Cerberus and Quicksilver.
“Since I’m avoiding Tifa.”
Vincent nodded. He would avoid Tifa if he could, but she somehow always picked him out in a room unless he was utilizing some of Chaos’ gifts to blend with shadows. A gift she had probably developed trying to locate the man that was cleaning his equipment in his dark room. The gunman watched as Cloud went through his weapons, hands assured in their actions, as if he’d done them hundreds of times before. His other weapons soon joined Cerberus and Quicksilver on the quilt on his bed; Hydra, Griffon, and various other shotguns and rifles.
Vincent slowly took a step further into his room and softly closed the door, the latch in the jam the loudest sound he’d heard yet. Cloud barely glanced up from laying the recoil in the barrel, making sure it was straight, frowning, before pulling it out and resetting it. As his boots made nearly nonexistence noise on the floor, Cloud glanced up; a heated look in those blue eyes.
Perhaps there was a different weapon Cloud had had in mind to clean when he had taken refuge. Sitting on the bed next to Cloud, the blond setting down another gun, Vincent was going to find out.