Cloud Strife x Reader
Word count: 905
One might wonder, how does Cloud Strife, a powerful mercenary and ex-soldier constantly wind up in the most awkward of predicaments...Predicaments such as now, being stared down by you. Daggers are in your eyes and your hands on your hips to emphasize your wide power stance. Those who see you two standing off in the middle of the street step off to the side, nosey as they are, however they keep close enough to get in on the action. As for that question that may lurk in some people's minds the answer is clear as day, Cloud Strife is not a people person.
"I cannot believe you! One day!" You break the silence in the stand off. Cloud in response puts his hands up a bit awkwardly. A slight sweat beads on his brow as you point your finger aggressively at him. Cloud, trying his best, opens his mouth to defend himself, but is cut off when the nearby shop's record player starts up again. With music filling the air, Cloud comes to a realization.
This is very similar to battles he's had of late.
Cloud begins by trying to cast a soothing effect on his opponent. His voice is low and slow as he speaks "I can explain."
As suggested by being stuck in this predicament however, his charisma is too low. Soothing failed. Your anger goes up as you take a menacing step forward "Explain? No, I can see quite clearly, Cloud Strife! You've made a fool of me for the last time!" As you continue forward with a heated aura, Cloud staggers back.
With Cloud suffering a debuff, it's your turn once more. You close the distance and grab his shirt, but honestly you weren't expecting to get this far. Usually one of Cloud's friends would jump in and talk you down, yet with no interference you can only surmise that Tifa is enjoying the show "You-! You stupid-! Merc!" You shake him vigorously, and Cloud doesn't stop you. His body wobbles back and forth from your attack, his eyes are slightly wide as he stares at your upset expression.
Once your onslaught ends Cloud only then takes the opportunity to act. He swiftly brings your hands into his. He'd need to make precise strikes to be victorious. "(Y/N), you understand. I have to make a living." Reason mixed with his calloused yet elegant hands? Smart move.
Yet not one you were unprepared for. You parry his hands and grab the hilt of his sword. "You haven't even taken any jobs today!" Your hand tugs at the weapon, it didn't even look attached to him. How the hell did it stay on?! You try to tug again.
Cloud reacts though, and draws the blade. This leads you both to return to facing each other, both hands tightly gripping the hilt of this huge chunk of metal. Of course he'd put up a fight over the sword. He probably called this thing baby more than you! You couldn't stand it! One day is all you wanted without the presence of this damn thing.
"Midgar is dangerous, (Y/N)" he tries to return to reasoning "I want to keep you safe."
"And I want a normal date!" Your words seem to spark agreement from the crowd. They mutter and nod to each other. Cloud was a very dedicated worker, everyday people pulled him aside to do something. Normal didn't ever exist for him. The townspeople knew he needed a break. If not for him, for you at least.
Cloud seems a bit perplexed about their agreement. After all these were the people who went out of their way to ask him to do stuff rather than solve the problems on their own. His grip slightly lessens on the weapon. Confusion is one hell of a debuff.
You watch his expression before deciding now's the time. Time to use your secret weapon. "Tifa agreed to handle everything while we're out!" The crowd quietly gasps at the exclamation. Tifa looks a bit bashful at everyone's gaze going towards her. Cloud seems even more surprised. Tifa had a lot on her plate already, but if she could handle a day of his work… his gaze breaks back to you.
He can't deny it would be nice to experience a day of peace with you. He takes in your expression, Tifa's, and then the crowd's before he adjusts the grip on the weapon. He lifts the sword in a way so that your hands fall off the hilt. There's one last sign of hesitation of forking over his sword, but this Cloud, one who has grown with you and his friends, values time with you. This allows him to go over to Tifa, and offer her his primary means of defense.
The girl eagerly takes it, despite the sheer weight of the hunk of material being dropped into her arms. "Have fun Cloud~" she takes a shaky step to steady herself, and then provides the duo with a confident smile.
You definitely owed Tifa one… or a few… you knew she was a capable woman, but Cloud's job was far from easy. You return the smile before you take your partner's hand firmly. He looks at you, probably wondering where that earlier anger went.
You lower your voice, using a knowing tone
Oh, don't think I won't work you to the bone myself. This fight isn't over yet.
Writers note: I apologize if the work seems rushed at the end, I'm trying out some methods of writing to evoke a feeling similar to turn based combat like you'd see in some older rpg's. I hope to improve on this to bring you fantastic Cloud writings!