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A/N: There has been a lot of storms lately…and this just popped into my head. Too small to be a fanfic, so it’s just a drabble. Blah Blah…
Disclaimer: Don’t own…do I really need to say this?
“Let the rain fall down…and dry my tears…let it wash away…all my fears….~”
That’s what the weather had deemed to do for days on end. Thunder and lightning occasionally joined in with the rain, creating a symphony of noise and light.
Just last week, the lightning was a continuous flash. A second wouldn’t go by without the lightning streaking across the sky and lighting up the dark night.
It reminded him of his sister, nicknamed Lightning due to her ability to strike hard and fast. She always came after the main cavalry (which, following the metaphor, would be thunder), there for a second and then gone, leaving you mentally abused with your wrongdoing.
So many childhood memories of her doing just that when he had messed up big time, leaving Skylar Strife, his father, to ground him in her wake.
Still, she had his love for other things.
The same night, the wind was strong, pushing the rain into almost rivers as they ran down the cracks of the stone streets in Radiant Garden.
His boyfriend’s triplet brothers came to mind at that, more specifically Ventus. The kid was fast, a humanoid whirlwind. Sora was close in speed, but held no cigar to Ventus.
Ventus, when put with Aqua, became undefeatable in the last marathon the two ran together. Where he wanted to go fast, she made them go slow. When the pace needed to be picked up, he pushed her.
Much like the rain outside had mixed with the wind to create the force of the storm.
Speaking of storms…there was his boyfriend Leon, otherwise known as Squall. The definition was a sudden strong windstorm, often accompanied by rain or snow. While he had snorted the one time Leon has shown up to the usual place with Snow on his arm, and Aqua on his others, the two having offered early to retrieve the taciturn brunet, he wondered where his place was in it all.
The others were constantly changing, moving quickly and mixing, much like their weather patterns.
Sora, the bright sky, always cheerful, and able to meld with anyone. He seemed to be a prominent force that changed others.
Riku and Terra, who were strong and sturdy, with a darker undertone that spoke of truth.
Aqua, who didn’t always mesh the best with others due to her intelligent nature, but was nurturing even as she scolding you.
Ventus, as fast as the wind he was named after and easy to change moods.
Kairi, who always dealt with the competition between Sora and Riku, smoothing things over and completing the trio even without a weather pattern to her name.
Lighting, who struck fast and with passion.
Serah, his other sister, who was Lightings opposite and full of childlike wonder, though she had no nature association.
Roxas and Namine, opposites to Sora and Kairi, who completed their counterparts and seemed to morph out of the shadows.
Snow, who seemed to be dense and hard to handle at first, has a soft undercurrent when with his girlfriend Serah.
And Squall, who was a windstorm that came out of nowhere to knock him off his feet and into love. He was always a surprise in his tender ways.
Where exactly did he, Cloud, stand? What significance did a Cloud have? It just floated across the sky, sometimes pointing out what weather patterns were to come. What was so special about that?
Sighing, Cloud watched the lightning strike, the wind blow, and the rain fall through the window in the Restoration Committee’s Place. It was almost childish how he was kneeling on the couch, looking out the window at the storm taking place.
“What are you thinking about?”
Turning, the blond found Leon standing close, eyes on the storm outside as well.
A moment passed.
Leon finally turned the gaze down to him, quirking an eyebrow.
Biting his lip and turning to the storm again, Cloud answered, knowing his boyfriend had heard worst things in the past.
“What significant role does a Cloud play?”
At no answer, Cloud figured Leon had left well enough and alone and decided not to question further. Therefore, he was surprised when Leon joined him in his kneeling, looking out at the storm as well as he answered.
“Well, it is a constant. A cloud is usually there, or shows up just in time. When there is too much sun a cloud can block it. Though a cloud is pushed by the wind, he is by no means a slave to it, for depending on the type of cloud, a storm could form. Or, the cloud could simply become shapes in the sky for children to look at. A cloud is constant, there for everyone else.”
At that, Leon turned to look at him and locked eyes, and Cloud realized that he had turned at some point to look at the brunet. He suddenly felt a flash of heat pass through him; his cheeks burning up as he quickly turned back to the storm, missing the smirk on the others face.
“A constant you say?”
A few more moments passed, where Cloud tried to get his face to obey his commands, though it was in vain when he felt lips press to his temple for just a second, before pulling away, the body following along afterward.
“After all, it was you who brought us all together.”
Then Leon was gone, much like his namesake. Only there for a few minutes to deal a blow, and off again. Though, it was a good blow this time, Cloud theorized as he looked back to make sure the brunet was gone.
Smiling softly, he turned back to the storm then; feeling like some weight had been taken off his shoulders. Or perhaps it had been knocked off by some wind.