Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction ❯ Nightmare ❯ Reoccuring Nightmare ( Chapter 1 )

Nightmare

 

By: Akiko

 

Chap I -

 

A sickening smirk crossed his lips as he placed his lips near the blonde's in front of him, and a hand around his neck, keeping him against a wall. His glowing, unnatural, light green eyes holding a sinister look to them. He placed his one free hand to the blonde's stomach, pushing his lower back against the wall as he kept their lips uncomfortably close. Silver hair spilled over his shoulders from leaning down, and his bangs brushed over his ex-soldier's cheek.

 

The blonde moved, struggling to try and get free from his predator's grasp, but it was all in vain. He let out a heavy, hard breath of air as his blue eyes stared up at the aqua green eyes in front of him, locking their gaze for a moment before he let his eyes fall closed.

 

A black-gloved hand slipped under the blonde's navy blue shirt and over the warm skin. He tensed, taking in a sharp breath of air at feeling the bitter cold hitting against the warmth of his skin. He moved some more, trying to get away from the gloved hand that was sliding up to his chest under his shirt. “Stop it..” he whispered harshly, keeping his blue eyes closed.

 

His attacker just smirked. He moved his lips, placing them beside one of the blonde's ears. “Don't worry..” he spoke softly, but in a cold tone none-the-less.

 

Blue eyes widened as the pain surged through his body. Metal had been run through his stomach, the blade of the Masamune stuck into the wall behind him. He coughed and the crimson liquid slipped down from the corner of his mouth and down to his chin. He took in a sharp breath, bringing his hands up and clenching them around the blade of the sword and yanked it out from the wall, and out of his body. He bit his bottom lip to hold back from crying out in pain. He dropped the sword, letting it clank against the ground as he sunk to his knees, holding the wound with his hands.

 

The taller figure knelt down in front of him on one knee. He took the blonde's chin roughly in his hand, forcing their gaze to lock. A dark smirk was across the predator's face as he soaked in the glory of seeing his prey, his puppet, in so much pain. “You told me to stop it, so I did,” he stated simply.

 

He grasped the hilt of his sword in his free hand, and leaned over the blonde. “Next time you'll know better than to tell me to stop. That is, if you make it out of this one alive,” he chuckled lightly. He turned the blonde's head to the side a bit and slid his tongue over the blonde's chin slowly, licking up the crimson colored liquid.

 

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He shot up, breathing heavily and grasping the sheets tightly in his hand. He closed his eyes, a hand darting to his stomach, feeling the area over. Nothing. There was nothing there. There was no blood, no wound, no anything. A relieved sigh slipped out as his body relaxed, releasing the covers from his harsh grasp.

 

“Nothing but a dream,” he muttered to himself, brushing blonde hair from his face. “Nothing but a bad dream, Strife,” he told himself once more.

 

Pushing the covers off and placing his feet to the ground he slipped out of bed and grabbed a shirt, throwing it on, already wearing a pair of boxers. He walked into the bathroom and turned the water in the sink on, letting only the cold-water flow. Cupping his hands together he placed them under the water, leaned down and splashed the water over his face.

 

“Why me?” he muttered, grabbing the towel from the counter and drying his face off. “Why do these dreams haunt me? And why do I have that same dream over and over again?” he questioned, placing the towel back down as he straightened up, pushing blonde strands of hair back, out of his face, once more.

 

It had been a few years since everything had happened. Since he killed Sephiroth. Since he had seen Kadaj and the other two. Since he had talked with Tifa, Vincent, and the others. He lived on his own now, away from everyone. He figured the less contact he had with others, the less danger they were put in if something like that had ever happened again.

 

Cloud walked own the stairs and into the kitchen. He pulled the fridge door and grabbed a can of soda. He shut it using his hip and opened the can of soda, taking a sip of it before setting it down on the counter. He stretched, walking to a window and glancing out it. It was still night. He guessed about midnight since the moon was so high in the sky, and glowing brightly.

 

A memory of burning bright aqua green eyes flashed in his mind, causing him to close his eyes and turn his head away. The flash of a fight, sword clashing and those eyes again ran in his memory. He shook his head, trying to shake them out, but it was no use, they kept coming. He fell to his knees, holding his head and trying to force them out of his mind. The smirk that went well with those aqua green eyes flashed in his mind. He gasped for air, breathing heavily now.

 

He grasped the fabric of his shirt over his chest tightly in his grasp, closing his eyes tightly. Pain. It hurt. It hurt to breath. He knew he had to calm down but he couldn't. The memories that flooded his mind were over powering him and he couldn't block them out. They were too powerful.

 

Thud. He hit the ground, unconscious, having passed out from hyperventilating. Hair slid back into his face as a slow, clamed breath of air slipped past the blonde's lips. His chest rising and falling with his breathing and his body relaxing completely once more, looking as though he had just fallen asleep and didn't pass out. As he lay there his pain slowly faded and the memories stopped flashing. He was left alone from everything for once.