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The battle had raged on and on. Dammit. This was all Cloud's idea. HE was the one that wanted to fight Sephiroth... And Leon was worried about Cloud dying that he came along too. After hours and hours of fighting, someone was declared the winner.

Sephiroth.

He left, leaving Cloud alone.

With a dead guy.

Leon.

Sephiroth had taken over Cloud's mind, forced him to fight Leon. Leon wouldn't fight back and Sephiroth took this to his advantage. Such a sneaky bastard. Cloud ran over to the barely breathing Leon, shaking him. "Leon! Leon!!"

"C...Cloud?"

"Leon!"

Leon smiled a soft smile. "I... always seem to make you cry."

"You IDIOT! I told you to be careful!" Hypocrite. You should have been careful too, Cloud. Tears were forming in Cloud's eyes and a smirk played on Leon's lips.

"Cloud, I--"

"Don't speak! Just shut up and hang in there!"

There was a large wound... Where Cloud's sword had pierced Leon. There was no way he would survive. "You need to hear this....... I.... love..." But the hand that had reached up to cup Cloud's face quickly fell back down, limply.

"Fight it!" Cloud cried again. "Leon, fight it!" He was screaming now, hands gripping Leon's shoulders. "Leon!" he cried once again "Leon!"

NO, no no no no no no no no no no...he refused to accept it. Simply refused. Completly refused. Could not, would not, refused.

"Leon!"

He was unconcious. He needed to wake up...

Cloud slapped his husband hard, across the face, trying to wake him. "Leon!" he shouted again. His hand fell to rest again on Leon's chest.

No heartbeat.

His hand flew to the cartaiod artery. No pulse.

He held his fingertips over Leon's lips. No breath.

No...no....

"Damnit Squall, you did not just die on me!"

Cloud shifted, placing his palm, clasped with his other hand, over Leon's heart and compressed.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

Lean foward, pinch nose, tilt head back, clamp mouth, breath out.

Leon's chest rose with the artifical breath, and fell again. A second breath, another false rise, another fall.

Five more compressions.

Two more breaths.

A frantic pattern that could have lasted minutes or hours. It didn't matter.

...nothing mattered anymore.

+~+~+~+

Cloud waited at his side for hours, praying that he, like Juliet, was merely sleeping. Romeo had been foolish to die so soon...if he had only held out a little longer...only a little...

He had been so convinced Leon would pull through he hadn't considered how. Medicine was full of means...not only pills but dozens of other toxic substances.

...he wanted to die, not torture his tastebuds.

Blades were easy enough, not that Leon would approve of the blood involved in sliting a vein. Besides, only in cold water could the self-preseveration instinct to press the sliced veins together and stop the bleeding be surpressed.

The Sword offered means as well, the most obvious of which was his own sword. Or Leon's. He took Leon's, and returned to the side of his lover where Leon lay...dead.

He stared at Leon for a long time, turning the knife over and over in his hands.

What the hell was holding him up? Was it the fact that he wanted the others to find them first? No... Leon was dead, there was no changing it. The only way to ever see him again was...

Cloud looked at the glistening metal. For a moment, he almost wished it was a gun. A more fitting end, he couldn't help but think. He didn't own guns.

Leaning over his husband's body, he kissed the cold, bloody lips softly, then pulled back only a little, only enough to fit the knife between the two of them. He shifted back slightly. His head would fall on Leon's chest...good. Blade up...he dragged the tip of it over his skin, searching for his heart. A miss would be devistating.

Cloud's hands trembled. His heart pumped faster, the instinct to survive causing fear to suddenly crash upon him. His determenation grew as he moved the knife to below the vital organ that betrayed him by continuing to beat. He held the knife steady...then relaxed, letting gravity take him to be with his lover...head on his chest, soul following to the next world.

The physical pain lasted only a moment.

He hadn't missed.

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The battle had raged on and on. Dammit. This was all Cloud's idea. HE was the one that wanted to fight Sephiroth... And Leon was worried about Cloud dying that he came along too. After hours and hours of fighting, someone was declared the winner.

Sephiroth.

He left, leaving Cloud alone.

With a dead guy.

Leon.

Sephiroth had taken over Cloud's mind, forced him to fight Leon. Leon wouldn't fight back and Sephiroth took this to his advantage. Such a sneaky bastard. Cloud ran over to the barely breathing Leon, shaking him. "Leon! Leon!!"

"C...Cloud?"

"Leon!"

Leon smiled a soft smile. "I... always seem to make you cry."

"You IDIOT! I told you to be careful!" Hypocrite. You should have been careful too, Cloud. Tears were forming in Cloud's eyes and a smirk played on Leon's lips.

"Cloud, I--"

"Don't speak! Just shut up and hang in there!"

There was a large wound... Where Cloud's sword had pierced Leon. There was no way he would survive. "You need to hear this....... I.... love..." But the hand that had reached up to cup Cloud's face quickly fell back down, limply.

"Fight it!" Cloud cried again. "Leon, fight it!" He was screaming now, hands gripping Leon's shoulders. "Leon!" he cried once again "Leon!"

NO, no no no no no no no no no no...he refused to accept it. Simply refused. Completly refused. Could not, would not, refused.

"Leon!"

He was unconcious. He needed to wake up...

Cloud slapped his husband hard, across the face, trying to wake him. "Leon!" he shouted again. His hand fell to rest again on Leon's chest.

No heartbeat.

His hand flew to the cartaiod artery. No pulse.

He held his fingertips over Leon's lips. No breath.

No...no....

"Damnit Squall, you did not just die on me!"

Cloud shifted, placing his palm, clasped with his other hand, over Leon's heart and compressed.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

Lean foward, pinch nose, tilt head back, clamp mouth, breath out.

Leon's chest rose with the artifical breath, and fell again. A second breath, another false rise, another fall.

Five more compressions.

Two more breaths.

A frantic pattern that could have lasted minutes or hours. It didn't matter.

...nothing mattered anymore.

+~+~+~+

Cloud waited at his side for hours, praying that he, like Juliet, was merely sleeping. Romeo had been foolish to die so soon...if he had only held out a little longer...only a little...

He had been so convinced Leon would pull through he hadn't considered how. Medicine was full of means...not only pills but dozens of other toxic substances.

...he wanted to die, not torture his tastebuds.

Blades were easy enough, not that Leon would approve of the blood involved in sliting a vein. Besides, only in cold water could the self-preseveration instinct to press the sliced veins together and stop the bleeding be surpressed.

The Sword offered means as well, the most obvious of which was his own sword. Or Leon's. He took Leon's, and returned to the side of his lover where Leon lay...dead.

He stared at Leon for a long time, turning the knife over and over in his hands.

What the hell was holding him up? Was it the fact that he wanted the others to find them first? No... Leon was dead, there was no changing it. The only way to ever see him again was...

Cloud looked at the glistening metal. For a moment, he almost wished it was a gun. A more fitting end, he couldn't help but think. He didn't own guns.

Leaning over his husband's body, he kissed the cold, bloody lips softly, then pulled back only a little, only enough to fit the knife between the two of them. He shifted back slightly. His head would fall on Leon's chest...good. Blade up...he dragged the tip of it over his skin, searching for his heart. A miss would be devistating.

Cloud's hands trembled. His heart pumped faster, the instinct to survive causing fear to suddenly crash upon him. His determenation grew as he moved the knife to below the vital organ that betrayed him by continuing to beat. He held the knife steady...then relaxed, letting gravity take him to be with his lover...head on his chest, soul following to the next world.

The physical pain lasted only a moment.

He hadn't missed.

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