[AUTHER NOTE]

Okay note that I'm not the usually writer. I'm the reader of this account. Until now! Elly here and I like YAOI. Yes at some point there will me some in this story and the parts that follow. If you don't like that. Please leave before you are forced to write bad comments. I really don't want people to read something they don't like. So you've been warned. The friend I share this account with help me a little with this. But seeing as she isn't much of a yaoi fan, I wanted her opinion on it. She admitted that it wasn't too back for a yaoi fic. I've had her read a few. So hopefully even yaoi haters will not gag on it. And those how like the fun as I do, like it. Plus this is an AU fic. So don't be surprised if they're a little out of character here and there. And hope you all enjoy!

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Full Summary: Two men met by chance in a bar. Both trying to pick up the pieces of their lives. What if it turns out their just what the other needs? Is it destiny? Yeah right… Live and learn.

Rating: Mature.

Warnings: MY GRAMMER SUCKS! Then other then my stupidity there's the following. Swearing and smoking, mentions of sex (suggestions whatever), cheating, drugs, slight past abuse, past rap (hinted no detail. I will not be writing a detailed scene, only hinting it, vague overview) and violence... CROSSDRESSING! Rated for reason.

Disclaimer: Clearly © Square Enix. Lame little story's plot all mine. Credit there to me. Full credits will be posted at end of story. No songs used in story are mine. I'll post all names and bands within story or at end.

Pairings: Leon-Cloud (At some point… maybe), Zack-Aerith, Past Vincent-Lucrecia, Onesided Yuffie-Vincent, Irvine-Selphie, Cid- Shera, Rinao-Seifer, Zell-Quistis (Random I know), Raine-Laguna, Lulu-Waka, Onion-Terra (Girl from Final Fantasy), Fuu-Rai, Sephiroth-Tifa (Not sure if I like this pairing but it's all I had left).

Extra Note: I might have (or rather maybe should have) posted this as a crossover. Sorry peoples. I'd be classified as a Kingdom Hearts, Dissidia crossover. (Or already is…) But I don't feel like doing that. So it's going in the Kingdom Hearts category!

Alright I'll stop talking now. XP Wee, let's begin! Enjoy! And tootles!

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{Story begin}

[Part 1]

~Epilogue - Sorrows~

Two people stumbled across the parking lot and away form the loud bar behind them. The blonde grumbled under his breath as he shifted the dead weight at his side. The brunette beside him doing nothing to help them along. Both were in their early twenties, one drunk and the other sober. Sky blue eyes nearly glowed as blonde bangs fell around them. In a huff, the blonde tried to blow the strands out of his face, only to fail. Both hand full with the man beside him. Glaring forward he cursed under his breath.

"How the hell did I get into this mess?" he grumbled, glancing at the man beside him. Then he remembered why he was in this mess.

This guy, this man, this stranger was gorgeous; that's why he couldn't leave him behind. Not like the cowboy that he'd come into the bar with. He was drunker then drunk. God only knew what would have happened to him if he hadn't dragged him out. He'd volunteered for this. Taking him home was the least he could do for him. After all he'd seemed to be down on his luck enough as it was. What had he said in his drunk rambling? Something about being left behind and never doing it again?

Sighing, the blonde shifted the other yet again so he didn't fall to the cement below. Suddenly the blonde paused realizing another problem. Groaning in frustration he cursed himself. How the hell was he supposed to get this guy home on his motorcycle? If his hands wouldn't have been full, he would have smacked himself in the forehead or punched a wall.

-Hours before-

He didn't want to be here. Not tonight. Not ever. He wanted to be home; cleaning his sword and gun, working on a case, doing yard work or reading a book. Anything but this.

"Come on Squall loosen up" the other didn't listen and continued to glare forward. "You need to seriously relax. Forget all about Rin-"

"Irvine if you don't shut up now, I swear to god that I'll kill you with my house keys"

The slightly older man with a long copper-brown ponytail and cowboy hat paled. Because they both knew he could do it. Sighing the man drove in silence for a moment. Moment ended quickly as they turned into the next street. Threat pushed aside for the moment.

"Well either way we're going to have fun and that's that. I don't care how much bitching you do"

"Why am I here again?"

"Because Selphie said she'd strangle you with her jump robe while sicking Terra on you"

"…" the brunette silently glared at the road before them, not saying a word. If there was on thing he hated more then anything, it was kids. At least for the moment. It hadn't always been that way. But that was a different story and a thought Squall didn't want to think about.

They pulled into the parking lot. Royal azure eyes stared forward in loathing at the bar that they were not parked outside of. The music from inside could be heard even from their far distance across the parking lot. The younger of the two sighed while throwing his door open.

"Let's just get this over with" he grumbled, earning a grin from his companion.

"I knew you'd see it my way Squall" the other merely snorted at this as he walked forward, hands stuffed deeply into his leather pants pockets.

The bouncer let them through with a nod after a quick ID check. Not that either of the two looked underage, only following routine. Entering the music filled area, the brunette's scowl only deepened, while Irvine's smirk widened. The older pulled the other quickly over to the bar, moving through the crowded floor and flashing lights. Squall had barely sat and Irvine had already ordered their drinks.

"Long island ice tea and a Jake and coke" the cowboy ordered.

"Forget the coke and just give me the whiskey" the other cut in. The bartender smiled at them before going to get their drinks. Irvine's eyes tailing the woman as she did so. "Irvine, get your eyes off her ass"

"Well aren't we blunt today" the other snickered, moving his eyes away from the bartender.

"I happen to like Selphie for the most part. Don't screw it up with you're womanizing"

"That's cold even for you Squall"

"Gloves come off when you drag me to places like this"

"Touchy"

The woman came back, smile still on her face as she placed the drinks in front of them. Squall took his drink not saying a word as he felt the familiar burn as the Jack Daniels slipped down his throat. Irvine on the other hand had his eyes again on the bartender smiling slyly. Inwardly, Squall rolled his eyes. Wondering why Selphie ever married the man.

"So ma'am, how long you work here?" she smiled sweetly at the flirting man.

"Since it opened"

"Really now? Enjoy this kind of thing?"

"Of course. Not only do I get to flirt with cute things like you. My husband can't do a think about it" she noted before walking off to the newest addition to the bar. Squall smirked behind his glass at the other's surprised look.

"What a fox" he muttered finally taking a sip of his long island.

"Ah, huh"

"Did you even look at her, Squall?" the older asked, whistling softly. "If I wasn't married…"

"You are married" the brunette pointed out bluntly, setting his now empty glass down.

"Selphie's something else isn't she?" the man said with a warm smile.

Squall watched the other out of the corner of his eye. Irvine was a flirt and a skirt chaser. But when it came down to it, no matter what anyone said, or what he did. He truly loved his wife. And was loyal to the very core, he was many things; a cheater wasn't one of them. Luckily Selphie knew that better then anyone. After five years of marriage, she'd be a fool not to.

"Refill?"

The voice made Squall turn to the bartender. For the first time he really took the woman in. Irvine was right about her, she was beautiful. Long black hair, soft brown eyes, curves in all the right places. Her white shirt did little to hide her chest that was… in lack of better words, large. His eyes didn't travel much farther as he nodded to her handing her his glass. Staring was rude after all. And he was very close to crossing the line of 'glancing' into 'gawking'. Something he didn't want to do. So his shifted his gaze away from the bar and out among the crowd of people. Groups were at the booths and tables talking, while others were out on the floor dancing the loud music around them. Cold azure eyes scanned the area out of boredom, no longer hearing the words of the man beside him. He'd learned long ago how to tune out Irvine.

Sipping his second glass the man stared at the crowd, the only thing keeping his mind from wondering to unwanted things. Things that were best forgotten and left behind. Gold catch his eyes just as Irvine's voice cut through his barrier of aloofness.

"Now that is hot"

Squall blamed it on the drinks as he inwardly agreed with the other. Their eyes both on the same thing; the blonde across the room. She moved through the crowd alone. Her golden blonde hair pulled over his shoulder and slightly messy, a few spikes on top. It oddly enough worked with the rest of her slight curls. Pale face was contrast to her sky blue eyes and pink lips. She was dressed in a tight black halter top that hugged close to her small chest with an unbuttoned white classy blazer over it. Her blue jeans wear faded and fit perfectly showing off her body. Black boot with slight heel went up to her knee adding an inch to her high. All in all, the blonde was beautiful; or as Irvine had so modestly but it 'hot'.

The thought crossed through his mind and Squall frowned deeply. Not what he needed. Turning away from the crowd he looked back to his drink, which he took a quick sallow of. He'd had enough of woman. Enough of relationships. He was staying a bachelor for the rest of his days. Seeming to read his thoughts, Irvine gave Squall an unseen sad glance.

'Maybe the bar was a bad idea after all' he admitted to himself with a sigh.

One Squall's fourth or sixth drink, Irvine's phone went off. He rushed outside to answer after seeing his wife on the caller ID. Leaving the brunette for the moment to nurse his whiskey. He'd had a good buzz going at this point knew in a few more he'd be drunk, just as he'd come to do. The Jake Daniels wasn't even bothering him at this point. Seeing as it wasn't one of his more favorite brands. Glenlivet was by far his favorite, but sadly expensive. Not something you found at some bar.

Lost in his drink he didn't notice the person slip in beside him in the seat Irvine had left open to the otherwise full bar. Tifa came over talking with the new arrival. Their words catching the brunette attention, pulling his mind away from his glass.

"Having fun tonight I see" the bartender teased the other, who smiled.

"Of course. All these beautiful people and all with manners. Do you know how easy it would be tonight to make tips?"

"Now you're not working tonight. Don't make me kick you out"

Soft laughter made Squall finally glance at the other. It was the blonde. Knowing this he forced his gaze back to his glass, which was again near empty. Sighing he cut into their conversation. That had momentarily paused.

"Excuse me. Would you mind getting me another?" he asked. The woman behind the bar turned to him and nodded with a smile.

The brunette cursed himself. He hadn't thought about the fact that she'd have to leave. Meaning he was now left with the blonde. Who was now staring at him. Daring to glance over at the other, Squall raised a brow.

"What?" the other shook her head a small smile coming to her lips.

"Just thinking"

"… whatever"

Even as he turned back to the bar, he felt the other's eyes still one him. It wasn't until the raven haired woman returned with his drink, along with one for the blonde, did the gaze fall from him. The two fell into conversation again and Squall learned a few things. One being the name of the bartender, which was Tifa. Rest of it really went through one ear and out the other before he just tuned them out like he had Irvine. Speaking of the man, Squall looked around not seeing hid or hair of him. A low growl escaped his throat as he set his glass down and dug out his cell. He didn't notice the glace to the gave him as the ringing was answered.

"Where the hell are you?" he questioned, not even waiting for a hello.

"Well um…"

Squall's eyes narrowed. He knew this one. It happened before. Many, many times before. It was one of the main reasons why he didn't go anywhere with Irvine, much less a bar.

"How long it take you this time?"

"I'm already half way home" he confessed. Yes he'd been forgotten. Irvine had a history of doing that one. Pinching the bridge of his nose and the scar that ran across it, Squall used all his will power not to snap.

"Just forget it. I'll get a taxi or something"

"You sure I can-"

"Good bye Irvine" Squall shot lowly before flipping the phone shut. "Dumb-ass" he muttered to no one as he slipped the phone back into his pocket and returned to his drink.

Downing it, the man was about to leave when he realized that it'd take him all night to get back home if he walked and mildly wondered if he should call a taxi or just crash at a nearby hotel. Not wanting much too waste money on either, he contemplated who he could call to come get him for a moment. Irvine was out. Zell… he didn't trust his life in his hands when behind the wheel. That left either his sister or Quistis. Neither were going to be happy about this. The taxi was starting to sound better to him in his head, cost or not. He rambling lowly under his breath, unaware of the one watching him.

"You look like a man with a lot on his mind"

His head jerked to the side, coming face to face with the blonde. Again, not something he needed. Looking away again, Squall asked Tifa for another drink. Hoping it would help him make up his mind. In the back of his mind he knew it wouldn't. But at this point he didn't care. He was there; he was going to make the most of it. And hopefully he'd wake up in the morning and not remember a thing of these events. Yes that would be great.

"That would be an understatement" he muttered in reply, before realizing that he'd done it.

"Hmm, I guessed as much" the blonde mused. "How many of those have you had?"

Squall didn't pick up the bewilderment in the other's voice as he nearly swallowed the whole glass down in one go. He welcomed the burn that traveled down his throat. Though it was getting weak now, after so many drinks. Looking down at the glass, he couldn't answer. Because he didn't know.

"Not enough" he huffed finally, finishing off the little bit of liquor at the bottom of his glass, unaware of the slight slur that was starting to form in his voice. He also missed the bartender whisper to the other.

"Eight" she informed softly. The blonde gawked at the woman then turned back to the brunette. He did not look like a man that had eight glasses of whiskey. He was either a good drunk or knew how to hold his liquor, maybe a little of both.

"I think you've had enough then" replying with a snort, Squall turned to the blonde.

"You don't know me. Back off, I'm not in the mood"

"Obviously, your in a bar getting your ass wasted"

"That's my own choice, now isn't it?"

The blonde stared the brunette down for a long moment before sighing turning back to Tifa. Blonde told the bartender to call a taxi and Squall didn't protest. Save him the trouble. Sitting for a long moment he pulled out his wallet pulling out three twenties. Even in his drunk state, he knew it was too much. But seeing as he was about to hit rock bottom and they had called him a ride, he figured it was the least he could do. The woman noticed as well and protested.

"I ain't that drunk. You're not cheating me or something. That idiot of a ride didn't just leave me without a lift. But with his bill" he pointed out. Which was true, luckily he'd only had one drink.

As soon as she took his money he asked if she'd wake him when his ride got there. Getting a nod he lowered his head to rest on crossed arms. Leaving the leather coated man to fall into sleep not a moment later. The blonde stared in wonder. Tifa's eyes glancing between the two. She smiled at the look in her friend's eyes. Something she hadn't seen in a long time.

"See something you like Cloud?" she asked slyly. The blonde's baby blue's shot to her.

"Shut up Tifa"

"What? I hit the mark?"

"I'm not his type"

"We both know he was checking you out earlier" blue eyes rolled.

"As a woman, not a person"

"What am I going to do with you Cloud?"

"Let it go"

"But-"

"Tifa he's not gay"

"He could be bi"

"He's not"

"How do you know?"

"He checked out two people in this bar. Neither male"

"Last time I checked-"

"Tifa!"

Silence fell as they two stared each other down. The bartender sighed. Her brown eyes fell on the sleeping brunette for a moment. Something about the man from the moment he came in with the flirting cowboy struck a cord with her. His gaze was cold and distant, but even more so, sad. She'd seen the look many times in her career at the bar. She'd dubbed it 'the heartache'; men and women that would come in to drown their sorrows and to forget, if only for a moment. But this man was different. He wasn't flirting or angry like most. He'd just been there, silently drinking. Almost as if he didn't want to be there at all. He'd even been polite for the most part. Kind.

Cloud's eyes fell back on the sleeping man, much like Tifa. He'd caught the blonde's eye the moment he came in. First it was just the way he dressed; black leather jacket and pants. Then he noticed the way he'd carried himself. Even the way he'd gazed around the room. Felt like something familiar. When he and his friend eyes had fell on Cloud he'd nearly met it. But instead stayed as if unaware and was nearly disappointed when the other's gaze left so quickly. Not that it mattered. This man was obviously straight as they come. And Cloud… he wasn't a woman. Not many realized it however. He dressed up real nice when he wanted too after all. But those eyes; something in this man's eyes made the blonde feel as if they were kindred spirits. Like they could relate.

"Taxi's not coming" Tifa noted, pulling the blonde out of his thought.

"Huh?"

"The phone, it was the taxi serves. They're having problems, wouldn't be able to make it for another hour. So I canceled it" she turned to the man that was without a ride now. "I'll have to find another… I hate to ask this, but could you take him?"

"I'll take him" Cloud agreed with an inward sigh. He couldn't tell the girl no, she didn't ever ask for much after all. "He give you an address?" she nodded pulling a page from her small notebook behind the bar. She was about to hand it to him before pulling her hand back. A blonde brow rose in question.

"You're not going to stalk him or something are you?"

"Tifa!" the woman laughed handing him the paper. The blonde snatched it from her before turning to the brunette. Who was still blissfully unaware of his knew riding arrangements. Cloud shook his shoulder and called the other to wake. He paused realizing he didn't even know this guy's name. A sleepy moan came form the other as he weakly raised his head and blinked at the other.

"Wha?" he questioned running his hand through his hair as he yawned. The blonde bit his lip. The guy reminded him of a cat after a nap.

"I'm giving you a lift home. Come on"

The man stared at Cloud for a long moment. His expression completely blank, almost dead. He didn't say a word as he stood. It was only then they realized just how drunk he was. Seeing as he stumbled the moment he was on his feet. Cloud caught him by the arm, quickly throwing his arm around the other to balance him.

"Do you have him?" Tifa asked, her way of asking if the blonde needed help.

"I got him" he stated, pulling the other closer as he moved the brunette's arm over his shoulder and his around his back.

Slowly the two made their way out the door and into the parking lot. Cloud ignored Tifa's smirk as he left or her eyes as the followed them out. The brunette became near dead weight as they left the building. Leaving the blonde to curse.

Getting across the parking lot had only led to the blonde trying to figure out how to get the brunette on and to stay on his bike. Seem the brunette sensed something was up, because he lifted his head slowly muttering something the blonde didn't catch.

"What?"

"It's quiet" the man near whispered. Simplicity of it made the other smirk.

"Yeah"

"Where 'm I?"

"Parking lot"

"Hmm… why 'm I wif 'ou?" he slurred at the end.

"I'm giving you a ride… Or I was. Not sure it's going to work out now though"

Seemed the other had gone back to sleep for a moment, his eyes again close his weight falling again on the blonde's shoulders. Few minutes later his eyes flickered open again and held some of his own weight again.

"Who 're u?"

"I'm your ride" Cloud reminded, wondering how many times he was going to be questioned by the drunk man. But he wasn't questioned again, instead he go a shake of the head.

"No, y'ur name" he stated his eyes meeting the blondes. Sky blue met stormy azure. Cloud heart jumped, this guy's eyes seemed to cut into his very soul. It was like he could see every secret and dark shadow in your heart. It was unnerving to say the least.

"Cloud" he answered, forgetting his last name for the moment. The other stared at him for a long moment before murmur a reply and returning his gaze to the ground.

"Lik' the s'y" the slur didn't make since to Cloud and he was disappointed the man didn't give his own name.

"Come on don't go asleep on me again!" the blonde snapped as the other's eyes began to droop. The other's harsh tone did the job of waking him. His eyes snapped open and head jerked up. "We're getting you home and to do that you need to stay awake. Understood?"

"Hmm, ya" the brunette hummed softly.

"Okay I have to let you go for a second. You think you can stand on your own for a second?" the man merely nodded and slowly the blonde pulled away. Shockingly the man did stay on his feet, even if he did sway a bit.

Pulling out his keys, Cloud removed the helmet from the side compartment of his bike, handing it to the brunette. Luckily for both of them, he wasn't drunk enough not to know what to do with it. In fact Cloud would not that this man was the oddest drunk he'd ever met. Seemed he didn't get depressed, chatty, bitch, or clingy. He got tired. When the brunette had the helmet on Cloud got onto the motorcycle motioning for the other to get on behind him. The brunette did so as the blonde started it up. Cloud jumped as the other's head fell onto his shoulder. Then he remembered the other's tiredness.

"Don't go to sleep" he ordered.

"'m not" the other promised.

"You're the oddest drunk I've ever met" the blonde noted as he pulled the other's arms around his waist and kicked his bike into gear.

"Hn" the man snorted behind him. "This comin' f'um the guy dressin' like a girl"

Cloud's breath caught his eyes shooting to look over his shoulder. The brunette still had his head on the other's shoulder and his arms were loosely wrapped around the blonde's waist. He didn't say another word and the blonde turned back to driving. Warning the other briefly before taking off; strong arms tightened slightly, to hold on in response. Cloud's mind raced as he drove through the dead streets. This man had known. Or had he? It could have just been the drunk ramblings of a tired man. But still… even then, it would have been a first.

Pushing the thought aside, the blonde turned back to the man asking for his address. He had it written down in his pocket and he was sure he remembered it right. But he wanted to be safe. The brunette answered confirming what the blonde thought he'd known. He knew the street the man lived on. It was one outside of town, in-between Radiant Garden and the next town Twilight. Nice place, nice neighborhood, mostly the well off. Made the blonde wonder just what this guy did for a living. After all, it wasn't called 'Castle Street' for nothing. Each house on the street looked like a castle. Large mansions at least three stories each. Seemed the brunettes was no different. The blonde stopped in the driveway of the last number on the street. The number the brunette had given him. Odd thing was he didn't see a house, only an old brass gate and a line of trees.

"You sure this is the place?" the blonde asked as he got off his bike, the other following after him after handing over the blonde's helmet. He didn't get his answer however as the brunette stumbled and fell right onto his ass. The blonde stared for a moment before breaking into a fit of laughter. The man stared blankly forward, blinking a few times before speaking.

""m drunk" the brunette noted rubbing his head, before standing on unsteady legs.

"That you are" Cloud agreed offering the other a hand. Brunette took it before he fell again.

"'eir are my 'eys?" the man slurred his hands roaming over his many pockets and belts. "Shit, hope Ive didn't 'ave um"

The blonde watched in near amusement as the brunette went through all his pockets. It was a good thing Cloud didn't have work tomorrow and wasn't in a rush, or he wouldn't be enjoying this as he was now. The brunette found his keys in his inside coat pocket. He flipped to an old skeleton key, made of the same brass as the gate, only less worn. After a few failed attempts of trying to get it into the keyhole he threw them at the blonde. Silently telling him to do it. Scowl came to the man's face as the blonde got it on the first try. But not a word came from him as he took back his keys. He pulled away from Cloud stumbling forward.

"Hey!" the blonde protested, making the other pause and glance back at him.

"Wha?"

"You… you sure you can make it to your house okay? I mean I don't even see a house"

"Long drive"

"Okay…" Cloud frowned at this. The two stared at each other for moment before he decided. "I'm walking you to the door"

"Whatever"

It was the only word spoken as they moved down the dirt path. Darkness overtook them as the street lamps of 'Castle Street' got blocked out by trees. Cloud mildly thought this was becoming a bad idea. He didn't know this guy after all and know he was just about lost in the dark with him. The thought quickly faded as he heard a soft thud and a muttered curse. Seemed he'd fallen again, Cloud couldn't help but snicker before finding the man in the dark and helping him again to his feet.

"How longs this driveway of yours?"

"… long"

"Right, drunk guy. Not going to get a straight answer" Cloud noted to himself.

"'orry"

This made the blonde pause and look at the other who's gaze was downcast. His eyes adjusted enough to the dark to see the sad look pass through the other's eyes. Giving Cloud the courage to ask what had been nagging him for a while.

"Why were you at the bar tonight?"

"Ive dragged me 'eir to furget"

"The cowboy?" the man nodded. "And he just left you?"

"'appens all the time"

"Dumb-ass" the other smirked for the first time since the blonde had seen him.

"I say the 'ame 'ing all the time" this small statement made Cloud smirk with him. Cloud missed the other's eyes on him. It was only for a moment but it was long enough for the other to have a thought. One he'd forget soon but regret when he remembered it.

"So-"

"Beautiful" The one word had cut Cloud off and turn to the man who was staring at him. The blonde shot him a look torn between confusion and shock.

"What?"

"Nothin'" the brunette said shaking his head.

"Okay…"

Cloud dropped it, even though he really didn't want to. Light flowed over them as the path led them out of the trees. Sky blue eyes widened at the sight before him. His guy's house, it was smaller then all the other's one the street that was for sure but yet it was the most beautiful. Two stories house like mansion, old and worn. I was brick build and in the style of Twilight Town. The owner of the house pulled away from Cloud and stumbled forward to the large wooden doors of the entrance. Like at the gate he couldn't get his keys to work. He turned back to the blonde with a blank look. Getting he point, the blonde ran forward. The outside of this place was amazing, Cloud wasn't about to pass up a chance to see the inside. Unlocking the door, the brunette pushed the door open and stumbled in as he kicked off his shoes. The blonde followed, only do to the fact the man forgot his keys at the door.

Gawking at the foyer as the other turned on a few lights, the blonde's wondered taking in the sight around him. The mansion was bigger then he thought. The foyer held two doors to either the left and right of him. But his eyes moved to the stairs across the room from him that were split in two, each only up to a walk way that held at least two doors that he could tell from were he stood. In the foyer, the door to his right was open. Turning his attention to it, he caught a glimpse of what looked like a library.

"Wha you still doin' here?" the man asked. That made Cloud snap out of it. He turned to the man holding up the keys in a silent reply. The other stared at him a long moment. "Oh…"

"You really are drunk" Cloud said holding back a laugh.

"Not that drunk" he huffed taking the keys roughly from the other's hand. "You got 'e to the door. Gw home" Cloud frowned and was about to protest before the other cut him off. "'anks" he slurred, his back to the blonde as he moved the right flight of stairs.

He was going to leave. He really was. But there was one thing Cloud knew form experience of himself and others around him. And that was stairs plus drunk equal bad outcome. This guy was going to break his neck and for the life of him, Cloud didn't know why he cared so much. His brief thought was confirmed as he stumbled on the fourth or fifth step. Luckily Cloud was already there to catch him. The blonde let out a sigh and caught the other's gaze. It was one of question, as if silently asking 'why are you still here?' yet saying 'thanks that you were' at the same time.

It was silent until they got to the first door in the hall. Cloud didn't enter, in fact as soon as the man opened the door he turned to leave. Strong grip caught his arm and he looked back. The other stared at him silently for a moment before shaking his head and letting the other go.

"Thanks. Sorry for the trouble"

Cloud stared at the now closed door where the other had just disappeared through. He didn't sound so drunk that time. But he had to be. Really who would leave a complete stranger to lock up your house? No one in their right mind…

Sighing Cloud made his way out the house and down the dark drive. It had been one long weird night. Yet he hadn't regretted it. Even if he never saw the guy again or even remember him in the morning; both were very likely. Driving aware he left behind the man that lay in his bed mind racing more then a drunk man's should. Thoughts of the pass and now, both were lost slowly to a dreamless sleep.

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[ANOTHER NOTE]

I have nothing against the girls of Final Fantasy or Kingdom Hearts. So don't be too offended by anything I make them do. I just happen to find the guys hotter. :)

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