InsaneJournal

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With Dark Nation already neutralized and all the weapons scattered across the floor of the balcony, they were only armed with their fists. They rolled around and around, grunting and panting as they tried to aim a hit against each other.

Cloud was actually surprised that the Vice President would allow himself to get dirty, but then again, he was a Shinra. Sometimes there wasn’t a limit as to how low one could go in order to achieve one’s goals.

“Do you even know what the Promised Land truly is?” Rufus asked, breathing harshly as he pinned Cloud beneath him. “For all you know, it’s something that you shouldn’t bother to mess with.” He smirked, his eyes dark and cruel.

Cloud stared at him for a full minute. “It doesn’t matter. I can’t let you get to it no matter what.” He scowled and struggled to get Rufus off, taking a hold of those strangely delicate wrists to prevent them from strangling his neck. He was about to roll off again, but Rufus managed to maintain his dominance by pouncing on him.

Once again, Rufus was in control of the situation. He leaned down, close to Cloud’s face and whispered, “Why do you bother trying to save others when you can’t even save your self?”

-What does he know?-

What does he mean?

“How much do you know?” Cloud whispered back and for a moment there, he wasn’t so sure who he was anymore. Who was speaking to Rufus? Was it himself or that voice in his head?

“I know enough,” Rufus said with a chuckle, his eyes gleaming. Without warning, he pressed his lips against Cloud’s and then pulled away by standing up on his feet. “But enough of the games, Cloud Strife.” He smirked again and waved merrily at him. “Since we cannot be friends then there can’t even be a way of compromise between us.”

-The kiss of Death…-

Rufus looked ahead and signaled for the nearing helicopter to pick him up.

What? What are you talking about?

As Rufus escaped through the helicopter, it finally dawned Cloud as to what had just happened. He watched the Vice President go and suddenly felt a fierce, strong emotion growing within him.

-Are you going to let him get away the next time you meet him?-

No.

Fin.

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A/n: Mmm, RC <3.