InsaneJournal

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He didn’t even knock, assuming that the door of the office was unlocked. That was how their relationship, between a businessman and a delivery man, worked: Rufus would give him things to deliver and he would do the job. However, the moment Cloud came in and closed the door quietly behind him, he discovered something that he knew wasn’t just meant for anybody.

“What are you doing?” Cloud inquired softly.

Stillness.

The blond before him froze.

Rufus looked at Cloud in the eyes and there it was, that skittish feeling of the hair on the back of his neck sticking up as though he’d been electrified again. Even after the Meteor incident and the events with the three spirits and Sephiroth, Rufus still had that edge in his eyes, but there was something strange in the way he moved.

As Rufus placed his chair back behind his desk, put on his white coat and sat down, there was a kind of grace; it was different from a Turk’s stealthy grace in that there was poise and flow. Perhaps what he was doing earlier could explain those moves; for the sake of Cloud‘s curiosity, he needed an explanation.

“What were you doing?” Cloud corrected himself as he strode his way over to the chairs and also sat down. Rufus was smiling mysteriously now. Did Cloud have to come up with his own conclusion and say it aloud? Or would Rufus spill it all out for him? Knowing the man for so many years now, it’d probably be neither.

“I was moving my hips and my waist in circular motions,” Rufus answered calmly and he smiled again. He was a bastard that way.

Narrowing his eyes, Cloud replied, “So you were…” He paused for a moment, letting that sudden tension between them subside and then continued, “Is that like… a form of mediation for you or is it just a secret pleasure of yours?”

“That’s for me to know and for you to never find out,” Rufus answered evasively. Cloud sighed and handed him a small brown package. Then he turned around and decided to leave, deeming that whatever he had seen here was probably a hallucination, a daydream because there were some times when he was bored of his now peaceful life and would like to have some adventurous days again.

“Whatever, Rufus,” Cloud said casually, waving a hand at him as he neared the door. “It’s not really my business to know what you do here anyway.” For all he knew, this new office of Rufus’ have secret doors that led to secret libraries that have secret laboratories. People and their damn secrets, all so deceiving.

Once his gloved hand found the doorknob, he heard a click and then something rolling. His eyes widening, he sidestepped quickly, his hand dropping to evade the bullet that was probably meant for it. He glared at Rufus, who was blowing the smoke off of his black revolver.

“I’m afraid I can’t let you leave,” Rufus said with a dangerous glint in his eye. “Even if you are a trustworthy person to your friends and maybe even to your associates, I don’t think you can be trusted with what you just saw.” Cloud sneered at him and once again attempted to leave, only to be targeted by Rufus again.

Being the fast individual he was, he dodged all of the bullets easily, while he wondered why Rufus was trying to kill him over this stupid secret. What was the big deal anyway? All men of high status have their dirty little secrets, their turn-ons and such. If he could make it out alive, would he be able to tell the tale?

Rufus was walking towards him with that same grace Cloud had seen earlier. He was already out of bullets. Cloud couldn’t believe he was mesmerized by the movement of those hips, but maybe it had been too long. He and Tifa were still not in good terms with each other regarding their relationship and romance and even sex.

And then at last, he finally got the door open. He shifted, letting one foot out and when he thought he had freedom, when he thought he was finally free, surprisingly strong arms pulled him back in and then--

Bang!

All he saw was the darkness and then no more.

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“I apologize,” Rufus said even though he wasn’t really apologetic about the whole situation and all, “but I have to make you forget.” He grinned mischievously and placed a huge white band aid over the large red bump on Cloud’s forehead.

Cloud groaned softly, but barely moved from his position. He was lying on the floor like a corpse.

Rufus sighed. What to do, what to do. This was going to be difficult.

Then again, keeping secrets weren’t supposedly easy.

Fin.

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A/n: The prompt was: Rufus has a secret pleasure, he loves to belly dance.