Chlorine
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KitsuneArasi
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine.
There's a whining metal noise and then a bang.
The heavy door opens and shuts.
There are heavy footsteps echoing through the high-vaulted ceiling and off the walls.
The old combat boots stop with a scuff.
There's a rustle of fabric and a soft, almost imperceptible hiss—only instinct.
The clothing falls to the floor, and bare feet touch cold stone.
There's a buzzing silence in the air.
The lone, nude figure stares out at the glowing water, divided in neat, aggravating lanes.
There's a sudden splash.
The figure opens brilliant mako eyes under the cold, glowing water.
There's a soft gasp.
The surface is breached, and the lone boy swims furiously back and forth.
There's more than one racing heartbeat in this room.
Another watches the blonde man propel himself back and forth in the lane, like always, and, like always, the blonde doesn't notice.
There's a slight squeak.
Leon gets up off the bleachers and his heavy footfalls take him down to the water's edge.
There's a heart aching here, and it's only 5:oo A.M.
Cloud Strife had moved in with Leon's guardian, his uncle, Cid Highwind a while after Leon had moved out.
There's a sigh in the air as naked flesh cuts through cold water, a sad attempt at mistaken retribution.
He's never spoken to the blonde. He doubts Cloud even knows he exists, having found out about him after his first few weeks of what could only be called early-morning stalking. He'd had to ask.
There had been an accident.
Cloud, his friends, and Aerith, his closest companion had run into the storm head-on.
There had been water in their lungs and nothing left to hold on to.
Cloud was alone. Cloud was hurt. Leon could relate.
There was a sharp gasp for breath and a sloshing sound.
"You're the guy in the pictures."
There's a clash of mako and storm-cloud blue, and Leon nods.
"Leon. What are you…?"
Cloud watches, unsure as Leon pulls off his plain white t-shirt, kicks off his boots, and eases into the pool before him, still in his jeans. Cloud's worshipped him in pictures and stories, seen and felt him return the favor in dreams…
And now here he is.
The boy Cid wasn't really 'at liberty' to say much about.
The boy with the scar that was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, because it couldn't have been a little accident.
"Squall."
The brunette stares directly into his eyes, and he's lost.
"…Squall. Can you swim?"
The brunette nods, sealing his lips to the blonde's.
It's hot and sweet with a distinct tang of chlorine, and neither wants to pull back.
…And it feels a little like drowning.
La Fin.
A/N: I hope to have conveyed the feeling of the blue water and the heat thereafter. At least, that's what I felt writing this. I hope everyone enjoyed it.
Thank you.
:::Musical Influence:::
-x-Special Needs…Placebo
-x-Last One Alive/Angelite…VAST
-x-Rainy Monday…Shiny Toy Guns
-x-Send The Pain Below…Chevelle
-x-Tracking Treasure Down…Gabriel & Dresden & Mollycuddle
Chu.