atouchofstrife | 72... bad touch

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72... bad touch

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Still the same dream. No matter where I go I still see it around me, smothering me. I still wake up with the burning in my arms and that laughter in my ears. Will it ever go away? Does Vincent still dream of it as well? Does Zack?

I feel like I will always have them no matter what I do. That I will always dream the same thing and wake up needing to run as far from everyone as I can get. Will it change if I start seeing someone? Will I hurt them thinking they are a part of my dreams? I don't want to hurt anyone that way.

What I want... I'll never get it.

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Anyone still awake and willing to spar? Someone who's not afraid of big swords, thanks.

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[Vincent whirled to his left to avoid the dirt, the came about to face Cloud, realizing he was too close, he rolled backward, came up and began to run, looking for a tree or something to gain the upper hand. One loomed on his right and he made for it, jumping and easily catching the lowest branches, and swinging up.]

Dirt, Cloud?

At least it wasn't a building.

[The tree is something of a problem - while he could cut it down, it would still be extremely inconvenient for anyone later on and as for climbing, he couldn't do that and still keep his sword at the ready. Instead he scowled at Vincent and jumped, his feet touching the trunk for another boost.]

You like me better than that.

[Vincent watched his ascent, braced, but waiting for just the right moment. As Cloud reached the branch he was on, he leaped higher, aiming the Cerberus at the branch he'd just lept from at the same time, pulling the trigger. I wouldn't sever the limb, he knew that, but it would, hopefully, weaken it enough.]

That and I'm too lazy to cut one down.

[There is that one second of horror in his Mako eyes as the branch gave with his added weight and Cloud fell, curling for impact. The branch nearly hit him but he rolled to the side, getting whacked in the face by a few ltwigs and climbed to his feet, his lips parting in a snarl.]

[Vincent gave a chuckle as he flipped out of the tree and landed in front of Cloud.]

Always too lazy, Strife.

[He swung at the ex-Turk, moving with the blade and turning it at the last second for a sweeping upper cut.]

What? I'm not allowed a vacation?

[Vincent rolled with the swing, sweeping his legs toward Cloud's own as he moved, planning on taking the ex-SOLDIER down with him.]

Never.

Figures.

[He was off-balanced and the blow to his legs did bring him down, but Cloud rolled back up to his feet and tried smacking Vincent with the flat of his blade.]

[It connected. It was a glacing blow, but enough to make knock the wind from Vincent's lean frame. He backed off, coughing.]

Alright, [pant] you've made your point.

[He blinked, actually stunned he did manage a hit on Vincent.]

You okay?

[He breathed a few more times before bowing his head.]

Yes. [Pant] I believe.

[Hoping to catch Cloud for surprise he sudden turned and charged him, dropping to a slide at the last moment and grabbing at Cloud's shirt with his clawed left hand, throwing him to the ground and rolling to press his knee into Cloud's chest in the same motion. The Cerberus was away, and nothing but the claws of Vincent's gauntlet were at Cloud's throat.]

That was for the sand.

[He got off of him and offered a hand.]

[He did lose his sword this time and was laying in the dirt for a moment or two, eyebrows down and his face flushing. He should have remembered that trick. He looked up at Vincent's hand, sighed and grabbed it, but instead of getting up he yanked the ex-Turk down, hooking his foot around his ankle for added leverage.]

It was a dirty trick.

[Vincent took the fall well, but stayed down. He laughed. A full, genuine laugh.]

That is was.

[Cloud laughed softly as well, stretching out despite the dirt.]

...Thanks.

[Vincent's laughter faded into a chuckle, the lapsed into silence.]

I can't remember the last time I laughed.

You were smiling more back home.

[Cloud tugged a blade of grass free and chewed on the tip, looking up at the stars.]

Well, before things got heated up again.

[Vincent pulled off his cloak and draped it over the ground, the drew the Cerberus, and quickly began disassembling it, arranging the pieces carefully on his spread cloak.]

I missed the lot of you.

Everyone missed you, even Marlene.

[He sighed and sat up, resting his elbows on his knees and looking over at Vincent.]

I almost gave her your number about a month ago.

[A look of slight guilt crossed his features.]

I should come around more.

You can always stop by for poker night.

[He stopped his cleaning.]

Poker night?

That's what Cid called it.

[Cloud waved a hand vaguely in the direction he came from, trying to point out Gaia.]

The rest of us call it 'trying to win all of our gil without super secret ninja skills'. Or maybe that's what Yuffie calls it. I don't know. You don't have to play - watching Barret lose is entertainment in itself.

[Vincent laughed for a moment and went back to his cleaning. His face took on a somber expression again after a minute or two.]

Such a casual request.

Do you play poker?

[Cloud finished chewing the bit of grass to bits and picked up his sword, setting it across his knees and taking out tools to clean the blade.]

[Having finished his quick cleaning, Vincent began to reassemble the Cerberus.]

I did.

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